The Dangerous Allure of a Tipsy Night
A thick, heavy silence settled over the table with my aunt. After my uncle had left the restaurant in a hurry due to some business-related issue, my aunt had also begun to tidy up her things.
“Oh my, look at the time. Doha, I think we should probably call it a night here.”
I glanced at her. She was putting her phone into her luxurious black leather handbag, scanning the table one last time to make sure she hadn't left anything behind before standing up.
My heart was pounding.
This wasn't a metaphor or some poetic exaggeration; it was literal. I could feel my heart thumping with every passing second. My temples were throbbing, and the blood flow was spreading uncontrollably down to the lower half of my body—and above all, to that place inside my trousers.
My hard, stiff cock, pressed firmly upward, was pulsing. Shit.
“Doha, are you alright?”
With her handbag slung over one arm, my aunt looked down at me with a concerned expression. No. I was absolutely not alright.
I stared at her face, imprinting every detail into my mind. Her sharp eyes, her perfectly straight nose. Her lips, which were naturally red but now glistened with a sheen of oil from the meal we’d just finished.
“Ah….”
I swallowed hard. I forced myself to snap out of it.
“I think… I might be a bit drunk. Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, what’s this? You’re surprisingly weak with alcohol, Doha. You don’t look like the type. Can you stand up?”
“Ah, that’s… of course I can.”
“I’ll go pay the bill. Take your time getting out, okay?”
With a gentle smile, she turned away.
I stared blankly into the void. It felt as if I had swallowed a raging, swirling torrent. It rushed down my throat, past my heart, and straight down to the lower regions, making my cock twitch. Twitch, twitch—just like that.
No. You can’t do this…
It’s not like we’re in a place where she isn't around; she’s right in front of me. I can’t be having thoughts like this. She is, after all, my uncle’s wife. My uncle treats me so well—I can’t be having such ungrateful, treacherous thoughts in front of his loving wife.
I clenched my fists. I exhaled. Right, let’s take a deep breath. Let’s steady my mind.
The heavy, swelling pressure in my lower body began to slowly subside.
I stood up and followed my aunt, who was finishing up at the register.
“Did you enjoy the meal? Doha?”
“Ah, yes. It was truly delicious, Aunt.”
“Really? You didn’t seem to eat that much, but I’m glad to hear it.”
We got into the elevator together. There was no one else inside. A silence formed that felt like it was clinging to every inch of my skin. I couldn't let my mind wander. To distract myself, I forced myself to keep the conversation going.
“By the way, are you calling a designated driver?”
My aunt shook her head.
“No, the place where I parked earlier is run by someone I know.”
“Aha….”
“Don’t worry about yourself, Doha. I’ll make sure you get into a taxi. Are you very drunk?”
I couldn't answer her. The keyword "taxi" had completely hijacked my focus. A taxi. Right. I’ll take a taxi home, and then I’ll jerk off. I’ll beat it like a madman. Four times, five times—I’ll just take care of it once I get there. Instead of thinking like this right now.
An awkward silence lingered.
I lowered my gaze.
“Ah, I’m not drunk. I just had something on my mind.”
“My, you really are like your uncle, aren't you? Pretending you’re not drunk when you clearly are.”
“I’m really not drunk. I mean it.”
“Hehehe, really? It’s written all over your face, you know?”
Ding. The elevator chimed.
As we stepped out of the building, a cool breeze greeted us. Under the darkening night sky, the vibrant night view of the downtown area came into sight. We walked toward the roadside, and my aunt fiddled with her phone. The taxi app screen reflected in the light. A taxi. She’s really going to put me in a taxi. Seriously.
“This was the place, right? Near your apartment?”
She showed me the screen briefly.
While I scanned the white screen, my eyes slid downward. What caught my gaze was the collar of her suit. The collar she had loosened earlier to eat more comfortably. The white shirt with a button or two undone.
“Um… so…”
I looked back at the screen. The address was correct. There was the intersection, and the apartment complex in front of it.
I swallowed. My Adam’s apple bobbed.
Alright. I’ll take a taxi and go home. My aunt and uncle had a nice time drinking, and this is enough. With the amount of alcohol in my system right now, I could probably just have a pleasant wank and fall asleep.
So, I looked down at my aunt and asked cautiously.
“Aunt, um… would you like to… have one more drink?”
—
At my question, a moment of silence hung in the air. My aunt blinked her eyes, then burst into laughter.
“A drink? Hey Doha, are you sure? Aren't you too drunk?”
“Ah, yes. No? I told you, I’m not drunk.”
I put on a smile and bluffed with exaggerated confidence.
“I’m good at drinking. It’s just, I feel like it’s a shame to leave like this. Because, honestly, I’m a true-blue drinker.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? A ‘true-blue drinker’?”
“It means once I start drinking, I can’t stop. There’s a certain atmosphere, you know? I’ve always loved the atmosphere of drinking.”
My aunt looked at me as if she found it amusing.
“But why do you want to drink with your aunt? You must have tons of friends, Doha. Can’t you just call one of them at this hour?”
“Hey, are you drawing a line? Where’s the fun in that?”
“Actually, it’s about time I head home. I have to be out early tomorrow.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. Since that’s the case, why don’t we just do it another time?”
“Aha… but for me, I haven't seen you in five months? We couldn't even eat together back then, so I just really wanted to have one more drink with you. That’s all.”
As the words flowed smoothly, my aunt crossed her arms, stroked her chin, and made a thoughtful, “Hmmmm” sound. She seemed to be wavering.
I quickly added one more thing.
“I’m just the type of person who really loves drinking with people.”
“…Is that so? Hehe, you really are a true-blue drinker. You’re not, like, an alcoholic or anything, are you?”
“Oh, absolutely not. I’m a true-blue drinker, but that’s just because I love drinking with others. Just, you know, the feeling of having a drink together. Of course, that’s the same right now.”
I was playing it cool, but why did my gaze keep sliding toward her neck? I forced myself to fix my eyes on her pupils and kept up the chatter. Shit. Take it. You bitch, just take it.
No, shit…
I forced my face, which had almost frozen, into a smile.
“Just, really, just a little bit. Just a tiny bit more. Pleeeease.”
“…Just a tiny bit? Shall we, then?”
“It’s not like we were going to end it right now anyway. We’re going to be working together, right?”
“Hehehe, ‘working together’?”
My aunt repeated it as if she found my phrasing cute.
“Alright, fine. If we get closer, your uncle will be happy too. So… let’s have just a little. A really tiny bit. Is there anything you want to eat?”
Shit.
I swallowed. I took a deep breath and looked around nonchalantly. What should I eat? What would be good to eat… if I wanted to eat this woman, what should I… No. No. Doha, please, get a grip.
“Anything is… fine, I think. But aren't you a wine expert, Aunt? Shouldn't you be drinking wine?”
“Oh, stop it, I told you I’m not. How about something simple? Soju? Shall we have a glass of soju? How about that?”
“Ah, soju? I’d love that. I basically drink soju like water. The water is the snack itself. You might not be able to keep up with my pace, Aunt, will you be okay?”
I added with exaggeration.
“Or should we just go to a convenience store and chug soju? I’m fine with that. I can even buy a whole box.”
My aunt chuckled. That friendly look in her eyes made it seem like she was taking my joke as the reckless drivel of a child who would eat rocks.
“That won’t do, Doha. I told you I have to be out early tomorrow.”
“Ah, of course, I’m just joking. But shouldn't you be drinking something classy like wine? With a drinker like me who has such cheap taste…”
“Oh, stop it! Doha, I told you I’m not that kind of person. Please, stop. Hehehehe.”
As I continued to talk, we found a pub. It was a very ordinary-looking bar. The kind that was moderately crowded. Until we got there, I was pinching my thigh through my trousers so hard I was almost drawing blood.
—
I didn't come here to drink with my aunt alone to commit some unholy act. It was just because I’m a drinker by nature and I like the atmosphere of getting tipsy. That’s just who I am. Even before I cut ties with my friends and changed my phone number, it was like this. I went out drinking a lot, roamed the streets at night. I just liked the atmosphere of being drunk. That’s all.
“Shall we have this? And some sausages? Aren't you still hungry?”
“Oh, that sounds perfect.”
After ordering, my aunt put her handbag on the table and took out her phone to fiddle with it. She looked like she was sending a message. As I poured water into two glasses, I asked casually.
“Is that Uncle?”
Please say no.
“Ah, yes. I have to tell him I’m out drinking with you. He might worry. Why?”
“Aha. No reason.”
Shit. You fucking bitch.
“So, Uncle left because of work, right?”
I changed the subject. I placed the water glass in front of her. She took it and nodded.
“Yes, that’s what he said. It seems like some contract isn't going well.”
“Oh my. Actually, I was really looking forward to going to a second round with Uncle. It’s such a shame.”
“He said we’d eat together again next week, so we can find time then.”
My aunt put her phone back in her handbag. As I drank my water, I glanced down at her hand. She was reaching for a snack from the complimentary bowl.
“But… honestly, I was surprised. Back then.”
“Back then?”
“That… is Uncle usually a lightweight? I was wondering. When he was saying all that stuff.”
My aunt chewed on the snack with a thoughtful expression. Then, she made an embarrassed face and let out an “Ah.”
“Ah, that. Right, yes. I was surprised too. Why would he say something like that? Oh my, honestly, you were a bit uncomfortable too, weren't you? I’m so sorry.”
“Hey. No. But, well, isn't that actually quite important? It seemed like there was a lot of talk about that kind of thing.”
“…….”
Crunch, crunch. I could hear her chewing.
“Hey, but well… everyone is different. Let’s talk about something else, this is boring. Right, how do you usually hang out with your friends, Doha?”
“Me?”
“Yes. I don’t really know what people your age do for fun these days.”
Shit.
Just then, I received the soju and drinks from the waiter. I immediately shook the soju bottle with a sly grin in front of my aunt. A whirlpool swirled inside.
“Wow. Amazing. You’re good at that.”
I put on a slick gesture and said, “Let me pour you a glass,” and filled her cup with soju.
“Shall we have a drink right away?”
“Already? The snacks haven't even come out yet, it’s a bit…”
“Ah, right, you’re a wine expert, so soju might not be to your taste… hmm.”
“You. Hehe, I told you I have to be out early tomorrow.”
I nodded.
“Certainly, that’s true. I just really wanted to clink glasses with you quickly…”
Then, I put on a pathetic face.
My aunt leaned in and glared at me. Soon, a soft smile played on her lips.
“Ha, alright, alright. But if I get drunk, you’re responsible, okay?”
“I’ll put you in a taxi and take care of everything, full service.”
“My goodness, you talk a big game. Just talk.”
Clink.
The bitter soju soaked my entire mouth. I took a sip of water and surreptitiously placed my hand down. Right on the front of my trousers. Because it was erect, taut enough to burst. Not just now, but actually, since earlier.
I set the water glass down. My aunt was also taking a sip of water. I could see her throat moving as she swallowed.
“But honestly, I’ve cut off all my friendships lately. I’ve been feeling a lot of skepticism. A bit of… disgust toward human relationships? Something like that?”
Her eyes rolled toward me.
“Oh, really? With your friends?”
“Yes. That’s why this time is even more precious. It’s a bit cheesy, but… thank you for drinking with me, I mean it. Aunt.”
“Hey… why are you saying things like that?”
“But it was a little cheesy, right? Definitely?”
“What—no, it wasn't.”
My aunt smiled. She spoke playfully, as if to lighten the mood.
“…Hmm, maybe a little?”
I smiled slyly as well.
“Ha… I think I’m drunk too. I don’t usually get drunk this easily. But why is this happening? Ah… is it because I’m drinking with you?”
“Hehehe!”
As she laughed, I brushed my palm over the front of my trousers. A thrilling sensation seemed to rise rapidly from my thighs to my chest. My cock, which I had brushed against, was hard. Hard enough to burst. I could feel the pre-cum soaking through in real-time… ah, is it still… is the tip wet?
I steadied my breath and continued.
“Anyway, that’s why I said I didn't have a girlfriend earlier.”
“Aha.”
“Because I’ve basically cleared everything out. There are only one or two people I’ve been close with since I was young.”
As I said that, I naturally poured soju into her glass. My aunt didn't refuse. To be precise, the atmosphere wouldn't let her.
“Ah… I’m sorry. I made a mistake without realizing it.”
“…Hey, no, no.”
“Oh, you don’t have to push yourself on my account.”
“It’s fine. Hmm, cheers…?”
I love this. Aunt. I clinked glasses with her and took another gulp of soju. The bitter taste rose like foam in my mouth.
“Oh. It’s bitter, so bitter. Should we order a Coke? Doha?”
Right, now is the time to be honest. There is a little, a really tiny bit, of that kind of feeling. Like a dark desire. Of course, it’s because of the alcohol. When a man and a woman drink together, wouldn't some small spark of emotion naturally arise? It’s similar. It’s unavoidable because of the alcohol.
I stared blankly at my aunt, who was leaning forward to look at the table order to place an order. I couldn't see her breasts because of her shirt collar. Even just a glimpse of her cleavage…
Shit.
Let’s just take a little. Just a little.
No… no.
What kind of crazy thoughts am I having?
I changed my train of thought.
‘Just to the motel room.’
Right. Let’s just go that far. It’s not like I’m lying—with this much alcohol in me, I might just pass out on the street. So, it would be right to ask for her help to get me to a motel.
My uncle’s face flashed in my mind, and I shook my head. Even as I felt like I was choking every time my hand brushed against my trousers, I sat up straight and looked at my aunt.
I asked casually.
“By the way, when was your first relationship?”
First, let’s… start with some dirty talk.