Sex Therapy for My Shut-In Aunt
"It's all neatly tidied up, huh?"
The house of my aunt I'd visited before—right in the heart of Seoul, surrounded by a grand gate and tall walls, complete with a garden. Last time, only the outer garden had been maintained, while the inside was a trash heap where you wouldn't even feel guilty tossing used tissues on the bare floor. But now, it was spotless. The mountain-like ridge of 100L trash bags that had loomed so stubbornly, the dust bunnies in the corner evolving into clouds by merging with hair—they were all gone. It felt refreshingly empty, like a cleared mind.
"...Like you said, starting with the surroundings cleared my head a bit."
She mentioned it casually, perhaps as thanks. Then, matching the chilly weather, she slipped off her coat over her dress, baring her white shoulders.
"Hand it over."
"Huh?"
"The coat you're holding."
I held out my hand, mimicking the gesture. Her hired chauffeur never entered the house, so her nephew walking beside her would take it instead. She stared at me intently before tossing it over with a flick.
She gazed at me—her nephew, a man—then slowly, very slowly, started walking.
"They say you're a lunatic who gets horny for family, but you're already trying to set the mood?"
"What mood? This is just basic manners as a gentleman."
"Hmph, whatever."
She snorted lightly. "Your dad's the type who's faithful only to his own desires. I wonder how different his wastrel son could be."
"You're the one who told me to come over, Aunt. Don't be so harsh."
"Didn't think you'd show up so quick."
"Kyoto-style small talk?"
"...What's that?"
"Ah, skip it if you don't know."
"......"
"......"
A subtle generation gap hung in the air. It felt like the calm before the storm, ready to ignite at the slightest spark.
In the eye of this parched typhoon, primed to spread like wildfire, she arrived at her master bedroom and slid the door open.
Click!
The lights flicked on in the dark room, revealing a massive antique bed perfectly suited to the house's scale and a neatly arranged vanity, just like you'd expect in a bedroom for a wealthy woman in her thirties living alone.
...The whole house being sliding doors is more surprising than the spacious rooms.
I hadn't noticed before since I'd only been allowed in the living room, but the house was built in a traditional Korean style, all fitted with sliding doors. As I took in the unfamiliar layout and stepped toward the room, thud. She blocked my chest lightly with her palm.
Without facing me directly, she turned her head away and whispered, "Wait. I... have to prepare something."
"Prepare what?"
"Don't say anything right now. ...Just wait outside until I say it's okay."
Slam! With that curt announcement, she forcefully shut the sliding door.
I didn't hear a lock click, but forcing my way in would shatter the trust we'd built step by step.
Wonder how long it'll take...
Not knowing the time, I wandered the unfamiliar wealthy hanok home. Simplified, the structure was a large rectangular shape. Besides the big garden with a pond outside, a small inner courtyard featured displayed bonsai and unnamed green trees, visible through transparent walls along the corridor. An old-fashioned water pump and a crane-shaped weather vane added a touch of classical charm. It exuded a different kind of luxury from my penthouse—broad and refined. A home harmoniously blended with nature in Eastern style.
She lived under surveillance like this for about five years...
But to her, this was a prettily decorated giant cage. A canary's cage designed to make it forget how to fly.
Cha Seong-taek's secret rendezvous got her this prime Seoul mansion anyone would envy, only for it to become her prison...
The world was full of ironies.
Midnight approached as I lingered in the courtyard, lost in late reflections. Finally, the signal came from inside. I lightly turned my wandering steps toward her room with a sense of relief.
I placed my hand on the sliding door handle, then paused. ...What preparation takes this long?
My instincts screamed something was coming. Bracing myself not to be surprised by whatever it was, I slowly slid the door open.
And then, "Wha... huh?"
I was shocked. Truly shocked. But the most fitting emotion right now was bewilderment and confusion.
"......"
"......"
My aunt was waiting on the bed in sheer black lingerie that let her skin show through.
Honestly, this was a familiar event, but the real point of attention was her face.
"Why... the blindfold?"
"......"
A black blindfold covering her eyes. Just that simple item instantly turned the atmosphere dangerous. Like I needed to grab a whip or candle.
This bizarre setup needed explanation. Sitting on the bed with her head bowed, she added to her explanation toward a spot slightly off from where I stood, following my voice.
"...I've slept like this since three years ago."
"Three years ago...?"
"Back then, my distrust and panic toward people peaked. I thought maybe if I blocked out sight and sound entirely, it'd be okay. It became a habit."
"......"
"Normally, I'd add earplugs and headphones... but then I wouldn't hear your voice."
Her explanation made sense, but it also drew a hollow laugh from me. Staring down at her—she couldn't see my ridiculous expression—I tossed out a question.
"So... the blindfold calms you down?"
"Yeah."
"Meaning, with it on, you can accept me?"
"......"
Silence as affirmation. It was almost comical. Comical, yet it highlighted her resolute determination.
Flinch! As I approached with footsteps, her half-naked form startled at the sound. Too much agitation wasn't good, so I stopped a step away and spoke.
"Man, I wondered what you'd show me when you called me over... You really went all out just for Mom's hotel?"
"......I hate seeing that happy face alone."
She pulled one arm inward. "And this nephew lusting after family? I'm just using him thoroughly..."
I stroked my jaw at her words. Gazing down at my cute aunt, who'd revealed another Achilles' heel, I lightly sat on the bed beside her, minimizing bounce.
"Honestly, if you let me this easily, I'm thrilled."
"B-but?"
Stroke...
"Eek...!"
I placed my hand on her smooth thigh soon after. At the man's touch on her pale, sun-shy skin, she hunched her shoulders like a hedgehog, curling up.
With her sight blocked, her sense of touch sharpened—her reaction doubled.
"Even with the blindfold, you look really strained."
"Th-this is me trying to overcome it now!"
"Looks like forcing it to me."
"I'm fine. No problem... so......"
Under her blindfolded face, she swallowed hard. "Do... whatever you want."
She permitted her body. Still, I hesitated. To my open eyes, she clearly seemed to be pushing too hard.
"Aunt, you already pushed yourself going out today. No need for this."
"I-I'm fine, I said."
"I'm okay taking it slow—"
"I said I'm fine!"
Her voice sharp and impatient. Ending it like this wouldn't do. Absolutely not—she even thumped her feet weakly, urging me on.
...Why so urgent?
At first, I thought it was panic or heightened sensitivity from the blindfold.
"Hoo, haa... Sorry for raising my voice."
But as she steadied her breathing, showing calm composure, that wasn't it. No matter how cooperative she was, Hwaryeong Group wouldn't crumble, and her wish for Mom's downfall and Hwaryeong Hotel wouldn't drop from the sky.
I couldn't just hand her the goal, no matter how rushed she was.
But she pushed on. Grip! Knees pressed down before her nephew in embarrassing sheer lingerie, suppressing her ego to stay put, not fleeing.
Another reason?
Gazing at her resolute form, a hypothesis clicked. An obvious point from her perspective that I'd overlooked.
"Aunt, were you... lonely?"
"......!"
Her expression she couldn't hide. Straight to the core—shock and alarm.
"Kuh..."
Then shame and embarrassment. She pressed her knees harder, impatience flaring again.
Ah... It clicks that way too.
Cha Seong-taek's surveillance had tormented her alone for years—panic and distrust of people. She hated people. Despised them to death. Yet alone, she was lonely to death.
I poked blindly, but it fits.
Five years cooped up alone, no one watching over her. Her first visitor, first man: me. Unwelcome intruder, yet welcome. Safe alone at home, but lonely when the guest left.
Got it... Should've targeted that; it'd be easier.
I scratched my head bitterly. People were contradictions—we love solitude but hate being alone.
"Whatever... I get the gist."
"Wh-what!?"
"Instead of this, can I go slow, my way?"
"......................Do whatever."
I'd thought it was just anxiety shaking her at first.
Tremble tremble...♥
But now, anxiety mixed with anticipation. Like hives at touch, yet thrilled not knowing what'd come.
Damn, Aunt's even serving new fun♬
"Nngh, eek......♥"
With agonizing slowness, I drew close to my aunt in her sheer black lingerie and blindfold.
Squeeze! First, I held her hand to steady her mind. Then, like thawing a frozen heart, I touched her body gradually, inhaling her womanly scent.
Once adapted to the mood, I began.
Smack♥
"Ah♥"
From the ankle. With her blindfold heightening sensitivity, I laid her on the bed and slowly climbed up.