Three Rings of the Doorbell
A short while later, the two of them straightened their clothes and stepped outside, walking side by side.
"Here we are."
Before long the real estate agent came to a stop and pointed. The place she indicated was an ordinary villa building.
"The building's a bit old, but the owner takes such good care of it that the inside is spotless. Shall we go in?"
Click, click.
The sound of her high heels rang down the corridor. Si-woo was so busy staring at her backside that he had no chance to look around the villa's interior.
The memory of the cock that had been buried between those cheeks only moments earlier sent a heavy heat settling low through his gut all over again.
Ding-dong.
On the very top floor of the five-story building, there were two doors.
The agent stopped in front of the one on the left and pressed the doorbell. A voice answered from inside.
"Who is it?"
"Unnie, it's me."
A moment later came a clunk as the door lock released, and the door swung open.
"Mi-sook? What brings you—oh my? And who's this beside you…?"
Si-woo bowed politely toward the woman looking at him.
The woman Mi-sook had called unnie had a face so youthful it was nearly impossible to guess her age. Her slightly low-cut dress looked ready to spill open the moment she so much as dipped her head, baring the full valley of her cleavage.
…I can see right through to her underwear.
The faint outline of her bra left Si-woo unsure where to put his eyes.
"Se-ran unnie, this student here is looking for a room. The place next door is still empty, right?"
Mi-sook—as the agent had just been called—shot the woman a wink as she asked.
Se-ran… so that's her name.
"It's still empty… but…"
Se-ran glanced sideways at Si-woo, looking him over.
"You know I don't just let anyone in…?"
Mi-sook bumped Se-ran's shoulder with her own.
"Unnie, do you really think I'd bring just anyone? Just trust me this once."
Se-ran still eyed them with open suspicion. Caught between the two of them, Si-woo felt distinctly awkward.
…After everything we just did, I'm not going to get turned down for a room, am I?
But his worry didn't last long.
"…Fine. Because it's you, Mi-sook, I'll give him a chance."
Se-ran stepped out of the apartment. Even fully dressed, her figure—cute and sexy at once, voluptuous out of proportion to her height—cut a striking silhouette through her clothes.
"Hello. I'm Yang Se-ran."
"Ah—hello. I'm Jeon Si-woo."
Si-woo bowed at the waist as he introduced himself.
"…I'm sorry? What did you say your name was?"
"Pardon? Jeon… Si-woo…?"
For a brief instant Se-ran's pupils wavered, then she recovered her composure. She held out her hand in greeting.
"Ah… Si-woo. Nice to meet you. Well then, let me show you the room first."
Si-woo took the offered hand. It was small and soft.
Beep-beep-beep. Click.
The door opened, and inside was a neatly arranged room.
"…The student who lived here before left in a hurry, so he left a lot of things behind."
"This is great, though? Means I don't have to buy new stuff."
Si-woo excitedly looked around every corner of the room. Se-ran watched him with a pleased little smile.
"I'll go get the contract, then… Oh, right. Mi-sook, did you tell Si-woo about the terms?"
Mi-sook, who'd been watching from behind, looked flustered.
"Ah, right—I completely forgot to mention that. He was in such a rush to find a place…"
She glanced sideways at Si-woo.
"What terms?"
The excitement drained from Si-woo's face, replaced by a sudden shadow.
Don't tell me this place is insanely expensive…? Is that why it's still empty?
Se-ran let out a small sigh and spoke to him.
"It's nothing major… As you can see, I live alone, so… I'm a little careful about who I let move in next door."
"Ah… yes, of course. That makes perfect sense."
Si-woo suddenly thought of his mother, who would be left alone at home once he moved out.
"So I was thinking we'd try it for a month first, and if there are no problems after that, we can sign a proper lease. Would that be all right?"
"Ah, yes. No problem at all. I promise I won't cause any trouble."
Si-woo breathed a sigh of relief.
Whew… I was worried I'd get kicked out before I even moved in.
"Hehe. All right then. Mi-sook, the contract?"
Mi-sook pulled out the paperwork with a cheerful expression.
"Unnie, you're really not going to regret this. And you know… once you sign the official lease, you'll have to take extra good care of me later, right?"
Se-ran shot a sidelong look at Mi-sook, who seemed oddly sure of herself.
"Mi-sook, you didn't…?"
Mi-sook waved her hands in a fluster.
"N-no! Absolutely not."
Se-ran didn't drop her suspicious gaze.
"I-I just… took a little peek. Just a peek."
Mi-sook whispered so only Se-ran could hear.
"Haa… Fine. I understand."
Once Se-ran stopped pressing, Mi-sook finally relaxed.
"All right, sign here… and Si-woo, over here…"
Under Mi-sook's direction, the contract was completed smoothly.
This is amazing… It's actually cheaper than the places around here. Just how picky is she that a room this good was still empty?
Contrary to every worry he'd had, the terms were excellent, and Si-woo wanted to cheer. He swore to himself that he would live here for a long, long time.
"Well then, you two get along. Unnie, I'm heading out?"
"Take care. Thank you so much."
While Se-ran was looking the other way, Mi-sook gave Si-woo's ass a firm squeeze.
"See you around, student?"
A few days later, Si-woo set down a few simple bags and looked around the room once more.
"It's finally starting."
"You're here?"
"Ack—! Ah, yes. Ma'am. Hello."
Si-woo jumped at Se-ran's sudden appearance beyond the open door and pressed a hand to his chest.
"Oh my, I'm sorry. I heard someone moving around and came over… If you need anything at all, just let me know anytime."
Se-ran smiled sweetly.
Wow… She's the prettiest ajumma I've ever seen.
He'd felt it on the first day too—she was an extraordinary beauty.
"Yes. I'll be in your care from now on as well."
"Hehe. Oh, right! There's one thing I should mention…"
"Yes, please go ahead."
"Well… our building is old, so the walls are a bit thin. So… could you be a little careful?"
"Ah, yes… Don't worry. I'll live like I'm not even here."
"Thank you, Si-woo."
Se-ran smiled once more. The way her eyes narrowed made Si-woo's heart skip a beat.
You idiot… What are you thinking, looking at an ajumma old enough to be your mother like that.
"Well then, take your time unpacking."
"Yes. Please go ahead."
Her form-fitting dress left nothing of her rear view to the imagination.
Haa…
Below her slender waist, her wide hips swayed left and right as she walked. Her steps had an unusually pronounced wiggle, and the young man stared with fire in his eyes, not blinking once.
A thin line of fabric stood out across the curve of Se-ran's ass. Si-woo held his breath and watched until she disappeared from sight.
Click. Clunk.
"Hehe… Stop staring already… You'll wear a hole right through it. You'll get to look all you want soon enough anyway…."
Back in her own place, Se-ran wore a smile mixed with anticipation and excitement. Feeling a wetness below, she slipped a hand down and found her pussy already soaked.
"Not yet… Just wait a little longer… Just a little… just a tiny bit more…"
Squish. Squish.
Se-ran closed her eyes tightly and worked her fingers into her hole.
"Whew… Even with barely any luggage, this somehow took forever."
Looking out the window, he saw it had already grown dark.
"I should wrap up for today…. Come to think of it, I haven't even eaten yet. Maybe I should go grab something…"
Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
Just then, an unfamiliar bell sound rang through the room. It took him a moment to realize it was his own doorbell.
Click.
"Ah—ma'am…?"
When he opened the door, Se-ran stood in the dim light of the darkened hallway.
"All finished unpacking?"
"Yes, just now… Is something the matter?"
"Ah… I made dinner, but… I cooked far too much. If you haven't eaten yet, would you like to join me?"
"Oh, really? I was just getting really hungry, actually. But it's pretty late—you still haven't eaten?"
At Si-woo's question, a lonely expression crossed Se-ran's face.
"Living alone… I often end up not eating on time."
"Ah… I see. Well then, I'd be grateful to join you."
Si-woo roughly slipped on his slippers and followed behind her. That swaying walk of hers still pulled his gaze.
"Come in."
"Excuse me…"
Sniff sniff—smells good…
The moment he stepped inside, a strong fragrance hit him like perfume sprayed thickly through the air—the kind of scent he'd caught from flashily dressed older girls passing by on the street.
She likes flashy scents, huh—doesn't really match her look.
He figured it for a demure-looking married woman's secret little preference, at odds with her plain appearance.
"Have a seat for a moment. I'll have everything ready right away."
"Yes, all right…"
As Si-woo sat at the table, Se-ran busily began setting out the food. He casually glanced around the apartment with a tilt of his head.
A single woman's household was sparse to the extreme. The only thing that stood out was a bed that seemed oddly large for the space.
Looks way too big for one person… She must toss and turn a lot in her sleep.
While the innocent young man entertained his own theories, Se-ran sat down across from him.
"Here, dig in."
Before he knew it, the table was loaded with food. Si-woo's eyes went wide.
"Whoa… Why is there so much?"
"Hehe. You must be worn out from moving today. Eat plenty and keep your strength up."
"Thank you… Next time you need some muscle, just call me."
Si-woo flexed in an exaggerated show of strength. At his gesture, Se-ran's gaze grew hazy.
"Some muscle… There might be a need for that soon enough…"
Se-ran murmured quietly.
With the food in front of him, Si-woo found it hard to start eating—something else kept pulling his attention.
Those tits are insane…
Se-ran had gathered her breasts between her arms and rested them on the table, creating a deep valley of cleavage that kept catching in his field of vision.
I shouldn't be looking at an ajumma who made all this delicious food for me with eyes like these.
To redirect his focus, Si-woo started shoveling food into his mouth in a frenzy.
"Try this too."
Se-ran kept placing side dishes onto his plate.
"Mmph, yes. Thank you. You should eat too, ma'am."
"Just watching you is filling enough."
With the vigorous young man eating in front of her, Se-ran couldn't get a single bite down. The yang energy pouring off his sturdy frame had her pussy tingling from the moment he sat down.
Twitch. Twitch.
She was seized by the urge to throw him down right then and climb on top of him.
"Not yet… not yet… I need to be more certain first…"
Se-ran muttered under her breath.
"Sorry? Did you say something?"
"Ah, no. Just talking to myself… Hehe, is the food to your taste?"
"Yes. I think it's even better than my mom's cooking."
"Oh my? Hoho, quite the little flatterer for a young student. Well, it does feel nice to hear."
"I mean it, though… My mom was always busy working to raise me since I was little, so she never had time to learn how to cook."
Si-woo practically buried his face in the table, chewing and swallowing with gusto.
"Oh my… I see…. Later on… I'll give you something even more delicious."
"Something even more delicious?"
"Yes. There's a dish I'm most confident in. I'll let you have it soon."
"I'm looking forward to it. I really think coming to this place was the right choice."
Watching Si-woo be moved by pure goodwill, Se-ran's legs twisted tightly together under the table. She tried to hold back the excitement, but the copious fluids she'd already leaked had long since soaked through her panties and pooled on the chair.
Ah… I don't think I can wait much longer…
Se-ran looked at Si-woo and licked her lips.