The Aunt-in-Law and the Drinking Session
“Hey, Doha. Aigoo.”
“Yes?”
“Are you drunk?”
My aunt-in-law stared straight at me. In that moment, I could intuitively sense the subtle nuance hidden in her gaze. So, I just pretended not to notice.
“What do you mean?”
“That kind of talk isn't fun~ I want to hear about you, Doha. Why did you cut off all your friends? That’s what I’m most curious about.”
This is seriously fucked up. Is it that hard to just head to a motel? You bitch.
‘…….’
No, that’s not right. She’s my aunt-in-law, Doha. My uncle’s wife. I can’t dare to direct such messy profanity and unpleasant thoughts toward her. I just want to get to a motel room, that’s all. That’s it—I shouldn't insult her character. That’s right.
“Friends? Oh, sure. It might be a bit of a long story, though.”
“Mm-hmm. That’s fine. Tell me. I’ll listen to everything.”
It wasn’t much of a story. And it was a pretty dull one, with no real tension to it. Just that the friends I’d hung out with since school were all bad influences. So, I’d cut off almost all contact with them—that kind of thing.
The story dragged on, and I ended up talking until the side dish arrived.
“Wow, I actually think that decision of yours is impressive. Realistically, it’s hard to cut off relationships like that, isn't it?”
“It’s not. If you get a bad feeling about someone, I’m sure you’d do the same, Aunt.”
“No, I don’t think I could have. I’m seeing you in a new light, Doha. I just thought you were a tall, handsome, stylish young man, but seeing you like this, you’re even cooler.”
What is that supposed to mean?
“Aigoo… I’m getting embarrassed, really. Please don’t say that.”
I was erect. Because of what my aunt said, as vulgar as it is, I… I got an erection.
My aunt chuckled at my words. She stirred the fish cake soup that had arrived as a side dish with a ladle.
“Still, Aunt is glad that you’re treating me so comfortably.”
“In what way?”
“Well. Honestly, we haven’t had much time to talk, so it’s nice that you reached out and started the conversation like this. I’m grateful.”
“Aha.”
“Hehehe… Am I a little drunk too?”
My aunt scooped up some fish cake soup, blew on it, and took a sip. Her eyes were fixed on me as she did. Her lips were curled into a smile. Fuck.
“Anyway, that’s why I asked you how you started your relationships… actually.”
I said this while pouring soju into her glass, acting as polite and nonchalant as possible. My aunt made an “aha” sound. A sound of contemplation. I continued quickly.
“Because for me, um. How should I put it? There’s a sense that things started a bit strangely, as I just mentioned. Starting back in school, hanging out in groups, running around everywhere.”
“Mm-hmm, no, no. What do you mean ‘strange’? Don’t think like that. If anything, that’s not a good way to look at it.”
“Oh, that’s true. But what I mean is, it didn’t start normally, you know? That kind of feeling.”
“Aha. Yeah~ I definitely know what you’re talking about, Doha.”
I naturally prompted a toast. After swallowing the alcohol and taking a sip of my drink, my aunt said to me:
“Actually, I never really dated when I was in school. I didn’t have the time.”
“Ah. Then when did you start?”
“Hmm, was it 21? Or 22? But the important thing is, I don’t think experience is that important when it comes to love. You know, it’s not that big of a deal? That kind of feeling?”
“Experience?”
“Yes. The worries you have aren’t really anything to be concerned about. Whether you have little experience or a lot, the heart you have for your partner—I think that’s what’s most important.”
What kind of worries does she think I have? I’ve never had those kinds of worries.
“Aha.”
Still, I nodded along.
Because, after all, the topic of dating had come up.
“So, Aunt, how many times have you dated?”
“Me? Hmm, three? Four? Something like that? Heh, I haven’t done it that much. If you count your uncle, that makes four.”
“Oh. Four times.”
“Because I didn’t have the luxury to worry about such things. Like time.”
“I see. Time.”
“Mm-hmm.”
What an iron wall. Once she opens up, the stories flow right out. I didn’t think that at all, of course, and just nodded slowly while taking a bite of the fish cake soup. My aunt asked me in return:
“So, do you feel like you’ve dated a lot, Doha?”
“I have dated quite a bit. But it never lasted long, and most of them were just one-off encounters.”
“Ah, I know, I know. One-off encounters. They say kids these days do that a lot.”
“So, honestly, I was curious about some things. Like, you know, what I mentioned earlier.”
“Ah….”
Sexual compatibility. Physical intimacy. The way she turns into a bitch when she’s pinned under my uncle.
“I’m not trying to say anything weird on purpose… you know what I mean, right?”
“Ah, I know. Mm-hmm. Aigoo~ Why would I look at you like that, Doha?”
“Because I don’t… really feel like I’ve lived a normal life regarding those things. That’s why I’m telling you this.”
“Aha… I think it’s perfectly understandable to feel that way. You could definitely feel like that, yeah, yeah.”
You think so? Okay. I fiddled with my chopsticks and pushed the boundaries a little further.
“Relationships, too, because of that.”
“Ah. Relationships.”
“Yes, yes.”
Fuck. I got her.
“I had my first experience when I was a student.”
“…When you were a student?”
“Yes.”
“A bit… young, was it?”
“Ah, yes. That’s right. It was quite young, honestly.”
I put on a guilty face. My aunt scooped up some soup and drew out her words.
“No… hmm, that can happen. Don’t be ashamed.”
“But usually, it’s not within the normal range, starting like that.”
“No, no. Absolutely not.”
“What I mean is, it’s not that my psychology is twisted because of it, but just literally, I started earlier than others.”
“Ah. That’s true. Yes, yes, that’s definitely true.”
Just then, I went to pour more alcohol, but the bottle was empty.
“Should we order another bottle?”
“Yes, order it, order it.”
I moved my hand to the table order and asked:
“Is there anything else you want to eat? I’ll pay for it today.”
“What are you saying, I’m grateful for the thought. Order whatever you want to eat, nephew.”
At that moment, my aunt leaned forward. She looked at the table order.
“Oh. This looks delicious. Should we order this?”
“Wow, that’s great.”
“Pfft. You’re just happy with everything, aren't you, Doha?”
“Oh, of course. Obviously. I’m here having a deep conversation and eating with you, Aunt. Isn't that a given?”
“Puhahaha! Oh my, the way you talk. I can see why your uncle likes you so much.”
My aunt tapped the menu and placed the order. I waited until the server brought the alcohol, and only after pouring it for her did I speak.
“Anyway… maybe that’s why my values and such seem different from other people’s.”
“Regarding relationships, you mean?”
We drank together.
“*Gulp*… Yes. Honestly, you could see me as strange, Aunt. If I were dating someone and said, ‘Oh, I started dating girls back then, and my relationships were loose,’ like that.”
“Aigoo, no. I told you. In the end, love is what’s important.”
“Then, when did you have your first experience, Aunt?”
“…Me?”
“Yes.”
“Well, it’s the same, isn't it? I had it when I first started dating, that’s all.”
“Aha. So, 21, 22… back then?”
“Yes.”
My aunt didn’t seem particularly drunk, as if she held her liquor well, but she answered my questions readily. I took a deep breath. Let’s raise the stakes a little more.
“But honestly, you can’t exclude that part from love, can you? Like my uncle said earlier… things like that.”
“…Compatibility?”
“Yes, yes.”
My aunt swallowed a groan for a moment.
“Ha, that’s certainly true. Hmm, yes. You’re right, Doha.”
“I think that’s why marriage doesn’t really resonate with me? I have that kind of thought.”
“Because of… compatibility?”
“Yes. To be perfectly honest.”
“Hmm… really? In what way? I’m getting curious about this for no reason.”
“Hmm.”
I poured the alcohol. My aunt waved her hand.
“Oh, wait a second. Doha, isn't your pace a bit too fast?”
She added a smile for good measure.
“Just pouring, just pouring.”
“Ah, just pouring? Puhahaha. Alright. So, in what way, Doha?”
“Yes, um. You know, when you usually have a relationship… but by any chance, Aunt, when you do that… how many times do you usually do it?”
I asked again, pretending there was no context. It was simple. How many times do you fuck? A somewhat direct question. My aunt narrowed her brows, barely noticeably. She rolled her eyes. Silence descended. She rolled her fingers over the glass, thought for a moment, and finally said:
“…Why do you ask?”
Ah. Fuck.
“You know, did you know? My friends were like that too.”
“Yes.”
“When you start having relationships a bit early, it seems like there are more cases where people treat it as something to show off. Like, how many times they do it a day, things like that. The kids even joke about it…”
“Ah~”
Did I ask too fast? Should I have gotten her more drunk? Or was the build-up insufficient? I blurted out some improvisation to try and salvage the situation, but the atmosphere didn’t seem like it was going to improve. Shit. I was desperately racking my brain on how to fix it when she spoke.
“Honestly… when I have a night together… about 2 times? Around that?”
“2 times…?”
“Mm-hmm. That much is normal, usually.”
I closed my mouth for a moment. Something red-hot seemed to be rising to my fingertips. My heart was pounding. To put it bluntly, that thumping sensation reached my throat, and I felt like I might throw up. I intentionally took a beat, slowing down the tempo.
“First, let’s… toast?”
“Good. I like it. That’s how you keep the pace right.”
We toasted and downed the drink. I caught my breath and said:
“If it’s 2 times, then… it seems what my uncle said is true. That’s actually a sign of a very happy marriage. Stamina and all.”
“Yes. It’s… a little like that.”
“Then, in a row?”
“No, no. Oh, come on… we do it once, rest a little, and then do it again. That’s how it usually is.”
“Aha.”
“As you know, Doha, a relationship between lovers is never for showing off. It’s just something you do because you love each other and it feels good.”
“I agree a hundred percent, really. I should feel that way too, but because the kids are like that… it started to feel a bit uncomfortable.”
“Puhahaha. You’re mature. I’m proud of you, our Doha.”
“Aigoo, not at all.”
I took a bite of a sausage.
“Relationships should definitely be done out of love. Sleeping together, that is.”
“Yes. That’s right.”
“…….”
The conversation cut off, and I barely managed to prevent the awkwardness typical of a drinking session.
“But these days, there are a lot of kids my age who aren’t like that.”
“Oh? In what way?”
“Haven’t you heard, Aunt? Stories like that. Like, ‘sex first, relationship later,’ or FWB, things like that.”
“Mm-hmm… I think I’ve heard of it. But are they really all like that these days? Like you’re saying?”
“It’s not all of them… but the frequency is definitely high.”
“What is FWB? I’ve heard it a few times.”
“Like a partner.”
“Ahhh~”
I took a sip of cola and said:
“Those things are done purely for pleasure, anyway. Let’s just call it sexual gratification. Like sex, just to feel good.”
“I find that… a little hard to understand.”
“…Right? Honestly, I feel the same way.”
Fuck. I was trying to probe what she thought.
“Isn't it obvious that you need love to feel good? I really don’t understand.”
“Ah, right. So there’s a sense that kids who don’t know any better are just talking nonsense.”
“Yes, yes. There’s definitely that feeling. If I think about it, Aunt, maybe it’s just a delusion men have?”
“So, like, the kids who love to brag, or people like that? They’re just saying it on purpose?”
“Oh. Right, right. Actually, with a partner, since there are no romantic feelings, sexual gratification can’t be that great. Of course, there might be some… but at least that’s my opinion. I’m a woman, so I know well.”
“Aha. So… you need to have feelings of love to get aroused and want to be held together, like that.”
“That’s right. Exactly. Otherwise… maybe they’re just lonely… but then, I’d think they would have found a partner in the first place.”
My aunt, who had been holding a water cup to her lips, continued:
“In that sense, I really don’t understand kids these days. Oh my, the world is moving so fast. I don’t really know.”
Damn it. The conversation had veered off quite a bit. Just then, the server brought another side dish we’d ordered, and my aunt said, “That looks delicious,” then turned her head and asked me:
“But Doha, don’t you smoke?”
“Yes? Cigarettes?”
“Yes.”
“I quit. By the way, Aunt, do you smoke?”
“No. I just felt like getting some fresh air, so I mentioned it. Because when I drink with your uncle, he goes out a few times.”
“Aha.”
If I get up now, she’ll see the bulge in my pants right in front of her face because of my erection, won't she? Hey, you crazy bitch. Do you want to see my dick or something?
‘…Fuck.’
I contemplated my state calmly for a moment and then said:
“When we leave in a bit, let’s stop by a convenience store. We can get some fresh air then.”
“Okay, good. Great.”
“But, are you going to drink more?”
At my cautious question, my aunt thought for a moment and replied:
“Oh my, I have to leave early tomorrow… but honestly, this is fun. Talking with you, Doha.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes. Should we have one more bottle? Just one more.”
“Oh, I’d love that. I could drink three more bottles, actually.”
“Puhahaha. What’s with that childish bravado?”
My aunt ordered more alcohol via the table order and stood up from her seat.
“Anyway, I’m going to the restroom for a moment.”
“Ah, yes. Take your time.”
“Yes.”
I stared intently at the seat my aunt had just vacated. That seat, where her buttocks had been pressed down firmly. I want to bury my face in it and smell it, fuck. No, I just want to take my dick out right now and rub it there. In that spot where the sweat from her ass must have left a sticky, bitchy scent. I want to move my hips against it, obscenely… …….
I let out a deep breath and blinked my eyes.
Right. Let’s be honest with my feelings now.
My reason and instinct, which insisted I couldn't do this, were fighting violently, but maybe it’s because of the alcohol… Honestly, the thought that it would be okay to fuck her just once started to dominate my mind.
So, I made up my mind. I’d fuck her just once.
“…….”
Once the decision was made, my mind felt strangely calm. I scratched my head. I tapped the table with my fingers, wondering how I could fuck that bitch.
First, I absolutely have to stop talking about sex. It looks weird to talk about that stuff all night and then ask her to go to a motel. I should probably get her a bit more drunk… but she seems to hold her liquor quite well, so that won't be easy. Fuck….
I sat up straight, going through various thoughts. I waited for that lascivious woman to come back from pissing her brains out.
And so, it was only after we finished one more bottle in a natural atmosphere that my aunt and I left the bar.