The Trashy Delinquent Noona Upstairs (1)
This was a few days before we moved into the Paengchang-dong Mansion.
The working-class apartment where our family lived was over 30 years old, with walls so thin it was extremely vulnerable to upstairs noise. We'd managed fine until then because a quiet newlywed couple without kids lived above us, but the new neighbors who moved in recently started causing problems.
Listing all their noises would take forever, but first off: footsteps like hammers. Did they have hammers strapped to their heels or something? Every step was a thud! thud! They didn't care if it was day or night, inviting people over to drink and scream like maniacs. And for over a month now, construction noises nonstop—like they were building a whole new house up there.
"The upstairs neighbors are way too much. I'm gonna get neuroses at this rate."
Even Mom, who rarely got angry, grumbled while glaring at the ceiling. Then one Sunday morning, when the drill started whirring again, my sister finally snapped.
"Aaaah! Construction on the weekend?! They're fucking insane! I gotta go say something!!"
She stormed out in a huff but came back looking terrified.
"...Upstairs... they don't seem like normal people."
My little sister was smart and athletic—tough enough that she rarely backed down from saying what she wanted. But from her vibe, it seemed like she couldn't even voice a proper complaint up there.
"They've got tattoos on their faces, and their mugs look seriously rough... Like gangsters. What do we do? We picked the wrong neighbors. If they keep this shit up, how are we supposed to live?"
"Even Mom's scared of those types... What should we do? If we keep suffering this floor noise, we'll all go crazy."
The women in our house were at their wits' end with these rude, obnoxious neighbors. Honestly, I spent most days out hunting pussy, so I wasn't home much, but even I had noticed the noise getting worse lately. And if these lowlifes wouldn't even listen to reason... wouldn't it be weirder not to teach them a lesson?
"I'll go."
"Hoyoung? You sure? What if you get hurt..."
"Mom, what're you worried about? Gangster or president, one word from your son and they're puppets. Oppa is the god of this world."
Worry from Mom, trust from Jiwon. Their opposite reactions reflected their personalities perfectly. Both came from love, so it didn't bother me at all.
"Alright, I'll go make those upstairs fuckers dance. Meanwhile, Mom and Jiwon, strip and scissor each other."
"What? Scissoring with my daughter...?"
"Suddenly telling Mom to have faux-lesbian sex?"
Hit with the abrupt lez command, Kim Hea-e and Kim Jiwon stared blankly at each other before silently hiking up their skirts and baring their pussies.
"Well, doesn't really matter... If Hoyoung says so."
"It's just simple pussy-rubbing, right? I'll do whatever Oppa wants."
Right there, they crossed legs without a second thought, grinding their cunts together. Their labia lewdly parted with each hip thrust, breaths growing ragged.
"Hoo... ♡ Haa... ♡ Doing lesbian sex with my daughter."
"Oppa told us to, so it's normal, right? Haa... haa..."
"Yeah, exactly. We'll keep at it till Hoyoung gets back."
"Of course, Mom. Oppa said so."
A bed might've been comfier, but they didn't look uncomfortable scissoring on the living room floor, so I left them to it.
"Off to upstairs~ Gonna see what these gangsters look like."
"B-be careful... Ahnk!"
"See you later, Oppa... Ungh!"
Even as I opened the front door, the mother-daughter moans kept leaking out.
I bumped right into our neighbor virgin, Lee Minjeong, who was heading out too.
"Oh, hi..."
She gave a perfunctory nod to the barely-acquainted neighbor guy, then pulled out her phone and glued her eyes to the screen—like that checked off politeness duty.
But the sultry feminine cries seeping from my door kept catching her ear; she kept side-eyeing our place.
"Don't mind it. Just Mom and sis doing lez sex."
"Oh, that's what it was. Thought it was something else... No need to worry then."
Lee Minjeong's face instantly relaxed. Nice blouse and black skirt... Plain but oozing femininity. Damn, she's pretty cute.
"Hey, put the phone away."
"My phone...? Sure."
I hate girls who fiddle with their phones mid-convo.
"Can I grope your tits?"
"? Sure."
She answered blankly, like I'd asked the most obvious thing. I slapped both hands on her blouse-covered chest and kneaded away. Soft, jiggly handfuls.
Lee Minjeong casually waited for the elevator while letting a near-stranger fondle her rack—like it was just another normal day.
"Ah, elevator's here. Can I go now?"
"Hm... Show me your pussy first."
"My pussy? ...Sure, no big deal."
She slipped a hand under her skirt, yanked her panties aside, and bent at a right angle, hiking the hem for a perfect view.
"Can you see my pussy okay?"
"Ooh, nice view. Fresh pink and tasty-looking."
"? Thank you?"
Our neighbor virgin seemed more worried about the elevator descending than getting sexually harassed or flashing her cunt out of nowhere.
She wasn't my target today anyway, so time to let her go.
"Good look at your pussy. Off you go."
"Sure. Have a good day."
"Yeah. But we're close?"
"? Not really? Just neighbors, so I nod if I see you—can't straight-up ignore."
"Gotcha. But you're cool letting a stranger grope your tits and flash your pussy?"
"???"
She tilted her head like I'd spouted nonsense.
"What if a guy from work groped you?"
"I'd report him for sexual harassment, obviously."
"Asked to show pussy?"
"Sexual assault report."
"I groped your tits and saw your pussy today. Gonna report me?"
"? Am I crazy? No grounds for that."
Did she even realize her logic was contradictory?
"But I totally sexually assaulted you."
"...Not worth getting mad over. Just some tit and pussy teasing from you. Why the weird questions all of a sudden? I'm busy... Unless you wanna keep staring at my pussy, can I go?"
"Nah, nothing. But did my tit-grope feel good?"
"? Felt normal-good, sure."
"Then fantasize about it and masturbate in the elevator."
"Haa... Jerk off in the elevator? Got it, I will. Can I go now?"
"One last kiss."
"Kiss? Sure."
Without hesitation, she offered her lips and shoved her tongue in—her eagerness shocking. Or not eagerness, exactly; it was as natural as breathing, no room for doubt.
After a deep kiss, she finally boarded. Just before the doors closed, I glimpsed her hand rubbing her pussy. Obediently following orders. Good girl. Maybe reward her later?
Neighbor virgin sent off—now upstairs for real. Blasting music at max amp volume even now. What is this, a karaoke bar?
The noise grew louder with each stair, and the rusty concrete steps just amplified my irritation. Living in this poor, uneducated shithole was the root problem—every stress piled on. This experience would later spark the decision to move to Paengchang-dong, but that's later.
Upstairs... 1704. Thumping runs, yelling, club beats... Fucking loud as hell.
The old me would've never confronted a clearly low-class, clueless neighbor like this alone. You never know what these types might do.
But that's the old me. Things are different now.
Ding-dong— I rang the bell without fear.
"Ah, fuck! What now!!"
The door flew open fast. A woman glared at me, face twisted like she carried the world's stress solo.
"Not that bitch from before? Who the fuck are you? If you're here bitching about noise again, fuck off nice while you can!!"
Age... mid-20s? Smoking a cig, not the intellectual type. Peeking inside, the entryway was trash-piled. No cleaning here.
But... big tits. No-bra under tee—major volume thrusting out. Tanned brown skin, permed blonde dye-job.
"Hey! You just eyed my tits, right? Fucking perv. Saw 'em? Pay up, asshole. Or I call the cops."
Fancy manicure gleamed beyond her outstretched palm. That chomping... gum with the cig? Total thug bitch. Heavy makeup at home too?
"Fuck, cat got your tongue? Scared? Kekeke."
Still... she's kinda hot, huh?