The Aunt Left Alone
You’re leaving me alone with my aunt just because of some work? If it’s not too much trouble, could I perhaps make my aunt "leave" instead? After the work with my uncle was finished, we waited in front of the office building around evening. According to my uncle, my aunt was coming to pick us up herself.
After waiting and waiting, a black SUV pulled up in front of us. As the window rolled down, I saw my aunt, who had a sharp, cold impression and a bob cut. Her hair had a subtle violet tint, and she was dressed in a neat suit, looking like she’d just come from somewhere important. I felt a sense of wonder. Was my aunt in her mid-to-late thirties? I didn’t think that was an age for a bob cut, but it strangely suited her face.
Maybe it was because she looked so haughty?
"Oh, Aunt. Hello."
"Oh, Doha? Wow, Doha. It’s been such a long time."
I bowed politely and hesitated, wondering whether to sit in the front or the back.
"I’ll sit in the front, Doha. You sit in the back. Get comfortable."
"Yes, ma'am."
As I climbed into the car, the scent of an uncleaned air filter wafted into my nose. It was that distinct, musty smell of a car. On the seat next to me was an overcoat, as if she’d been wearing it earlier. With a grunt, my uncle hopped into the passenger seat. Not long after he’d climbed in, he was already sending honey-dripping gazes toward my aunt.
"Man, honey. You look especially beautiful today, don't you?"
"What are you saying? Doha is right here. What are you talking about?"
"Doha? So what about Doha? We’re going to be working together anyway."
Shifting gears, my aunt glanced at me, as if trying to change the subject on purpose.
"Doha, it’s really good to see you. How long has it been? You’ve become even more handsome, haven't you?"
"Oh, no. Thank you. But it really has been a long time. Has it been about half a year?"
"Oh, yeah, that’s right. That sounds about right. Wow, you remember well?"
Then my uncle chimed in.
"Doha, did you see him just now? How he was debating whether to sit in the front or back? He’s great at social life, too. He’s a real talent, I tell you, a real talent."
"Oh, no, Uncle. You’re praising me too much."
"Hahaha! Look at him being shy. That’s what you call human charm, human charm. They say handsome kids are naturally kinder. That saying is true."
At my uncle’s barrage of compliments, my aunt let out a small laugh. My uncle then looked at my aunt with a soulful gaze, acting like he was being coy.
"Honey, by the way, aren't you going to give me one today?"
"Give you what?"
"You know, that thing."
"That thing? What thing?"
"Oh, come on, you know. A welcome kiss."
My eyes met my aunt’s in the rearview mirror. She gave a smile that suggested she found him disgusting and glared at him. But soon, a giggle leaked out from her curved lips.
"Oh, why are you like this, really? Doha is right here."
"Doha, I’m sorry. We’re like this as a married couple. You can understand, right?"
"Of course. Oh, please don't mind me. You can treat me like a transparent ghost if you want."
"Ahahaha! See? Doha says that, honey. Huh? Hurry up, hurry up."
"Ha, seriously. You’re incorrigible. Okay, okay."
My aunt leaned her face toward my uncle’s pursed lips. Soon, their lips met with a *smack*. They really have a good marriage. Clearing my throat, my aunt immediately turned her head away. As she pressed the pedal, the car began to move.
"I’m sorry, Doha. It’s been so long since we met, and because of your uncle from the very first moment, this is just, oh my..."
"What are you sorry for? We’re just a married couple sharing a kiss. Right, Doha?"
That’s, true. Hmm. I glanced at my aunt’s glistening lips over the front seat before turning my gaze to the window.
"...Of course, Uncle. You don't even have to ask."
My uncle’s laughter erupted.
The place my uncle reserved was quite atmospheric. A restaurant where a brilliant night view spread out gorgeously outside the window. Soft light was gently bathing our table.
After ordering several simple dishes and wine, my uncle said he was going to the restroom and to take a phone call. There was only my aunt and me at the table. Even so, my aunt scanned the menu a few more times before asking me cautiously.
"Is there anything else you want to eat?"
"I eat anything well. Honestly, I’m fine with just the bread before the meal. Or you could just throw me some cardboard and I’d be fine."
"Pfft! Cardboard? What is that?"
We hadn't met in almost a year, but our encounter didn't seem awkward. On the contrary, my aunt acted as friendly as if we were real family. No, wait, what am I saying? We *are* real family.
"What kind of work are you doing these days, Doha?"
"I was helping my uncle with his work. I quit my part-time job and rested for a bit... It’s a really great opportunity."
"Really? Is working with your uncle like that?"
"Oh, absolutely. It’s a truly valuable opportunity. It’s a good experience, too."
"Wow... Doha, your way of thinking is truly mature. You’re much more adult-like than your uncle, aren't you?"
"Oh, no. You’re praising me too much. Aunt, how did you end up coming here to take charge?"
Formal updates were exchanged with my aunt. Just as the slight awkwardness began to fade, my uncle returned from the restroom. Soon, the ordered food filled the table at the perfect timing, and wine glasses clinked together with a pleasant sound.
The atmosphere quickly ripened. My uncle didn't spare any praise for me. He was that kind of person by nature.
"Hey, Yaeun. Doha here is a real gem. Lately, I don't know what he's thinking... he does seem blank a lot, though."
"Geez, you’ve said that several times. Doha must feel burdened."
"No, Doha has to be like that. He has to feel burdened. He’s just so pretty I could die."
I smiled. My aunt also laughed, "Heh," and handed me a wine glass. The three of us toasted once more.
"By the way, this, the alcohol content is a bit high."
"Yeah. Your aunt is a wine expert, you know? Oh, it’s killer. She knows so many high-quality wines."
"Oh, really? Are you a wine expert?"
"Oh, come on, no, no. He keeps talking nonsense. Are you drunk?"
My uncle chuckled.
"I’m drunk, of course I’m drunk. We’re all gathered here, the three of us, having a drink. Yaeun, aren't you drunk? Aren't you happy? In this situation?"
"It’s not that... Anyway, haa. Doha, what should I do? Your uncle seems very drunk."
"Actually, I think I’m getting drunk, too. I’m enjoying this situation more than anything."
"...Is that so? Ah, is it really? Then, is it a situation where your aunt should get drunk, too?"
My aunt said it playfully. I smiled and nodded.
"Of course. Yaeun, get as drunk as you want today. I give you permission. This husband gives you permission."
"Seriously, I’m speechless."
Even while saying that, my aunt couldn't hide the laughter bursting out. I saw my aunt’s hand holding the wine glass. It was snow-white. On her long, slender ring finger, a silver wedding ring was worn. I glanced at my uncle’s hand, and there was no ring. That’s how it usually is; they say there are often reasons why husbands don't wear rings.
Hmm.
"By the way, what is Seol doing these days? I haven't heard any news."
At my aunt’s question, I thought for a moment.
"My sister? She’s been doing part-time work lately."
"Hmm, I see. I should go visit her sometime."
"Oh, you don't have to do that... um, yeah."
My sentence trailed off a bit.
"That girl, no. She’s living quite peacefully. You don't have to worry."
"Ah, pffft! Really?"
My aunt chuckled as if she couldn't help it at my words. I thought, *So even such a cold face can be defenseless with laughter.* However, I wasn't just capturing that face in my eyes. Was it because of the alcohol? Because the memory of the morning suddenly flashed through my mind. It was my sister. That black bra. Underwear.
It had popped up suddenly, like a fragment of a fantasy.
...Fuck.
I pinched my thigh. Hard enough to make a sound. I snapped to my senses. The fragments of memory that had been floating vaguely in my brain disappeared.
"You talk so funnily, Doha."
Instead, the white face of my aunt with her bob cut was highlighted and spread out before my eyes. Her lips, with the corners curled up, were still glistening. Just like when she kissed my uncle earlier.
"......"
I turned my head. My uncle was twirling pasta with his fork and putting it into his mouth. Then, a sip of wine. My uncle drank more frequently than we did.
"Does Seol have a boyfriend?"
My uncle’s question. I swallowed my saliva and answered.
"...No. Right now, I don't think so."
"It’s so strange. Both siblings are good-looking, yet they say they don't have lovers."
"Oh, really?"
My aunt opened her eyes wide in surprise. My uncle continued.
"They’re at a flowery age, too. You should have a lot of experiences, especially at your age."
"Certainly, that’s true."
"Doha. This uncle is telling you this, okay? No matter how you go about it, compatibility. Sexual compatibility is the most important thing. When you date, look at that first. Got it?"
"...What? Oh, seriously, what is this man saying right now?"
My aunt looked flustered and stopped my uncle. She opened her mouth and looked back and forth between me and my uncle, letting out embarrassed exclamations.
"Doha, I’m sorry. Your uncle seems very drunk."
"Honestly, is Doha a child? We can talk about this and that. Especially since he’s the one I cherish the most."
"...Oh, seriously. Incorrigible."
My uncle grinned. My aunt looked at a loss and kept urging my uncle to stop. My aunt’s neckline seemed a little red. Her earlobes, too. No, had she been that red since she started drinking...? But that didn't seem important right now.
"Your aunt and I are also very good. We’re crazy about each other, every night. A married couple, well, isn't that how it is? Doha."
My uncle said.
"Oh, seriously! Why are you like this?"
"Kuh, just, well. It means you have to meet a woman that well. That’s how the marriage stays good and all that. What is the affection of a married couple, anyway?"
"Doha, let it go in one ear and out the other. Your uncle’s mind is really strange right now."
"Ahaha... No, it’s... those are words of wisdom, though."
"Oh, come on, you don't have to react to things like this."
I nodded. My aunt’s furrowed brow was glaring at my uncle. I let out a *hem* sound. Then I drank a sip of water.
Hmm. Hmmm.
"Hey, Lee Chang-eun. Why are you so drunk? Can't you even distinguish right from wrong?"
"Distinguish right from wrong, what, we can talk about things like this."
"That’s the problem! You have no filter in front of Doha, seriously...!"
My uncle and aunt were bickering about something. But I couldn't hear it well. Actually, I couldn't even focus. I tapped the table anxiously, then scratched my head once.
I swallowed my saliva. I stared blankly at the cutlery and plates, then lowered my head even further.
"......"
Thump, thump. It was pulsating. My cock, like it was about to burst. Inside these trousers.
Ah.
Is it because of the alcohol?
Why am I like this?
I adjusted my posture. But instead, a thrill of pleasure traveled up the underside of my glans along with the rubbing texture of the fabric. I could see my aunt’s profile, still sending a gaze of contempt at my uncle. It was those red lips. That neckline. Sexual compatibility... sexual compatibility? They’re sexually compatible with my uncle? In what way are they compatible? I want to know, too....
'Goddamn... Ah, fuck.'
It felt like it was going to burst. It felt like it was going to burst right now, seriously.
I tried to snap to my senses. But it didn't go as planned. If it had gone as planned, I would have visited the psychiatrist long ago. This is all because of that bitch. Lee Seol. If I had just jerked off in the morning, this kind of disaster wouldn't have happened. If I had just jerked off. If I had... if I had just jerked off.
I clenched my hand tight, then curled it.
"Excuse me, Aunt. Uncle."
At my voice, two gazes turned to me. I hesitated before speaking.
"I’m going to go to the restroom."
"...Restroom? Ah, yes, yes, go ahead. I need to do something about this hopeless uncle of yours."
"Ha, seriously. What is this honey saying?"
Leaving my aunt and uncle bickering, I stood up in an awkward posture. Restroom. Where is the restroom? I quickly headed toward the restroom.
I went straight into a restroom stall and sat on the toilet, but I faced one huge problem. My hand, which had been rummaging through my pockets, stopped. I hadn't brought my phone.
'Oh, fuck.'
I must have been in such a hurry that I didn't bring it. This goddamn fuck, look at my state of mind.
If I had a son, leaving my phone at the table was more important than leaving that son at an amusement park. That’s how fucked I was.
'Whatever, fuck.'
I lowered my trousers. The front of my underwear was wet. Pre-cum was streaming down over my thick, erect cock.
Am I a man who can only jerk off if I have a phone? No. I am a master of masturbation and a perverted Korean man capable of drawing up perfect fantasies.
Even without it, I had plenty of imagination to enjoy.
For instance, that female doctor at the psychiatric clinic, or the affairs with my ex-girlfriends that I’d replayed a few times. Or the female body of that sister from yesterday... No, no. Then this morning, my sister’s bra...?
As I gripped the shaft, a comforting feeling permeated my whole body.
'Aunt.'
Even when I thought about affairs with my ex-girlfriends, or the cover of the MILF porn I’d tried to look at in the morning, or even... the female body of my sister. But what had popped up in front of my eyes like a vague fantasy was none other than my aunt. Fuck. Lee Doha, you crazy bastard. This isn't right.
You’re going to use your aunt as a side dish? Are you kidding me?
Tap, tap-tap-
"Ah, hnnng."
Tap-tap-tap- *squelch, squelch*...—
My aunt’s face. Lips. And... below that. The pussy that would be sleeping under her sweat-dampened suit trousers.
"Fuck, fuck...."
I couldn't hold it. I gripped my genitals and shook them repeatedly before standing up. I needed greater stimulation. Like a crazy, horny dog, I started rubbing against the wall.
'No, this kind of fucked-up, fucked-up form...'
Pre-cum kept streaming down the wall. It made *squelch, squelch* sounds as it smeared against the wall.
"Ah, hhh..."
I rubbed against the wall, imagining it was my aunt’s ass. With that dirty pussy. With a bitch’s pussy.... Fuck... shame bloomed all over my body, but what was greater than that was the excitement. Finally, ejaculation was imminent. I thrust against the wall like a crazy bastard, as if I were actually fucking a woman.
*Splurt*— *Splurt!* *Splurt, splurt!* In the end, semen shot out against the wall. It was a much larger amount than usual. Even so, I had no choice but to keep rubbing my cock against the wall as if I were still rubbing it. ...Because my erection wouldn't stop.
Fuck. What do I do about this?
That was when—
The *creak* sound from outside. I stopped all movement at once.
A person? Is it a person? Out of anxiety, I hurriedly shoved my tightly erect cock into my underwear. Because of the hard rigidity, the pleasure of it being crushed rose up.
"Ha, hnnng..."
When I peeked out of the stall, there was an older woman in the restroom with cleaning tools. Her gaze rose to my face in surprise. And then, down to my heavily bulging crotch. The woman gave a troubled, shy smile. Twisting her body as if she were embarrassed.
"Oh, oh my... young man..."
Fuck.
"Ah... sorry, I’m sorry."
I quickly escaped the restroom. It was the most fucked-up day of my life.
I worried to the maximum about how to hide my flushed face and bulging trousers. The image I’d just caught a glimpse of in the mirror wasn't just a man who’d had too much to drink. It was the look of a beast, horny and wanting to fuck someone. I was, without a doubt, a horny man right now.
'...What about the wall.'
The restroom wall. My white traces would be smeared all over it. I’d even been in such a hurry to shove it away that my underwear was damp. Fuck.
Isn't it in a state that the cleaning lady is bound to see? I should have just asked the cleaning lady to help me get one off....
No.
That doesn't seem right.
...What is this feeling of suddenly becoming calm?
"I, I’m back..."
At the table I’d barely returned to, my uncle was talking on the phone in a loud voice for some reason. Before I could even sit in my chair, my uncle’s voice rang out.
"Huh? What do you mean? The, the contract, why? Hey, is Manager Lee there? Are you drinking with him?"
It seemed like something quite serious had happened. My aunt was staring blankly at my uncle with a worried expression.
"Ah, that bastard, seriously! Okay, I’ll go there for now. Keep holding him. Ah, I said I got it! I said I’d go drink!"
My uncle hung up with an annoyed face and looked at my aunt and me. He looked like he was barely holding back his anger.
"Ah... Yaeun, Doha. I have some work to do, so I think I have to go? I’m going crazy. I’m sorry. We should have finished things today, let’s drink again next week."
Is it work-related?
"Oh my, okay. It’s such a hassle. Honey, go there and then go home first. I’ll put Doha in a taxi and send him off."
"I’m sorry, Yaeun."
"It’s fine, don't worry."
Suddenly, I was left alone with my aunt.