What the Hell Is This House?
What even IS this house?
Seriously. What the hell.
There couldn't be a more fitting expression for my current situation.
"So he's just... left?"
"Yes. He inherited you a modest sum of assets and departed. Here are the relevant documents, along with a letter your father left for you."
"......"
That was how I found myself receiving a document envelope, a letter, and a suitcase packed with my belongings from a lawyer I'd never seen before in my life.
Naturally, I opened the letter first.
To my beloved son, whom I love.
Your father has met his destined partner.
I intend to travel to Madrid, her homeland, and hold our wedding there.
Don't worry about a wedding gift. Adios.
— Your father
How very like my father — the decision and the farewell alike.
He married my mother knowing she had limited time to live. Quit his job out of nowhere and opened a restaurant. Sold that thriving restaurant to start a business. Liquidated the company and became a full-time investor. And now, remarriage to a foreigner.
It was absurd, but then, everything this man did blew far past anything I could have predicted.
"He didn't say when he'd be coming back?"
"No. He made no mention of it."
"Then what's this?"
When I lifted the unopened document envelope slightly, the lawyer gave a faint smile.
"A house, and a bank account containing one billion won."
"One... billion?"
This, too, sailed far beyond my expectations.
I knew my father was wealthy. But this was the man who'd made me work part-time jobs since high school, insisting that your money is yours to earn and spend. And now, suddenly, a billion won?
The interest alone would come out to 24 million won a year.
"Father, I love you. Live happily in Spain. And don't you worry about me."
"Shouldn't the worrying be on your end, Mr. Seo Woojin?"
"......"
I stared at the lawyer, because I understood exactly what he was getting at.
If my father remarried, there could be new children — which might drag me into a nasty inheritance dispute over the estate.
Not that it was a worry worth having.
"He was always very clear about the line between your money and mine, even when I was a kid. I'd take it if it were offered, sure, but I don't want it badly enough to lose sleep over it. This is more than enough for me."
"I see."
"Oh! Mr. Lawyer, actually—"
"Yes, go ahead."
"Could you find out where my father invested his money?"
"Are you planning to invest with it?"
"Yes. I don't care about my father's money as such, but that's not the same thing as lacking ambition."
"I'll look into it and contact you."
"Thank you."
And so my new life began.
A life about to flow in a direction I never saw coming.
"So this is the place?"
Dragging one enormous suitcase, I arrived in front of the house my father had left me — a two-story detached home in XX-dong, ten minutes by bicycle from the university I'd be returning to next year. There was no subway station nearby, but it was a quiet neighborhood clustered with family homes, which suited me fine. The only annoyance was having to punch in two separate door locks, one at the gate and one at the front door.
"Well kept, at least."
The moment I passed the tidy little garden and swung the front door open, I tilted my head.
"Women's shoes...? Don't tell me the woman he's remarrying lived here? I'll have to clear these out before..."
I nudged the neatly lined-up shoes apart with my foot, kicked mine off, and stepped inside.
"Yeah, people definitely lived here."
The living room was full of traces of life, as if someone had walked out just yesterday.
Thump—
I set the suitcase down and set off on a proper tour of the house. The living room was far too spacious for one person, with a huge kitchen and a six-person dining table, and stairs leading up to the second floor and down to the basement.
"First floor first, then."
I was curious about the basement and the second floor, but I decided to finish exploring down here before anything else.
"Bathroom here... no way the master bedroom's upstairs? Ugh, that's a hassle..."
Praying I was wrong, I came to a stop in front of a door tucked away at the end of a short corridor, hidden from where I'd stood in the living room.
"Please, please be the master bedroom...!"
Having said my prayer, I eased the door open — and froze solid.
Because there was a woman lying on the bed.
With her knees bent up, her hand wedged between her spread legs.
Was her earpiece flustered too, unable to tear itself away from that mesmerizing scene? It slipped loose from her ear, and sound spilled out.
The moans of a woman touching herself.
"Hahn!! Uungh....!!"
Creak... creak...
It was so shameless it made me dizzy. More obscene than any porn I'd ever watched. Every time her slender fingers plunged into that glistening pussy, fresh honey leaked out and ran down between her cheeks.
"Haah...! Hah...!"
Chin tipped up, eyes half-lidded and hazy, she breathed out those molten moans — and as if watching weren't enough, she grabbed at her huge breasts with her free hand. The biggest pair I'd ever laid eyes on in my life.
"Nngh!! Nn...!! Ah... it's not enough...! I need more...!!"
"......"
Not enough?
I wanted to launch myself onto that bed right that second, seize those breasts, and stuff her sopping pussy to the brim with my cock. At the sheer scale of the fantasy, I could feel myself swelling to the point of bursting.
Then the loosened earpiece dropped to the floor and announced my existence.
Of all the timing.
Tap! Tap-tap— tap—
"Ah....."
"......"
My eyes met the woman's as her head whipped around — and I imagine my expression looked about the same as hers. Eyes blown wide, mouth hanging half-open, face flooding scarlet.
And then came the scream.
"KYAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!"
"WAAAAAH!!!!!"
I didn't even grab the fallen earpiece or the suitcase sitting in the living room. I kicked my shoes askew as I went and bolted out of the house like the building was on fire.
"Hah...! Hah...! Hah...! This is the right address, though...."
I'd reached the gate in the blink of an eye, and stood there heaving for breath, checking the address I'd saved on my phone against the one posted on the wall. No matter how many times I compared them, they matched.
"Don't tell me she's the woman marrying Dad...? Wasn't she supposed to be a foreigner??"
The woman who'd been masturbating looked Korean from head to toe — and gorgeous beyond reason, at that.
VROOOOM!!!!
Now what the hell was that?
The roar of a motorcycle engine dragged my eyes away. The bike came screaming up the street, closer and closer — and whether by coincidence or design, it ground to a halt exactly in front of me.
SCREEEECH!!!
"......"
"......"
The rider pulled off her helmet, shook out a head of pale purple hair, and stared at me dead-on. Was she a model? Even perched on a motorcycle, she radiated a presence taller than the rest of us.
"Ji-Jihee! Grab that guy! He's an intruder!!"
"What are you—!"
"......"
Panicking, my own eyes went huge — and then, following the woman's gaze as it drifted downward, mine dropped too. Where our two stares converged was the front of my pants, straining at the seams.
The moment our eyes snapped back up and met—
"You perverted little shit—!"
"No, it's a misunderstanding—"
And that was where my memory ends.
The last thing I saw was a helmet swinging toward my face.
WHAAAAAM!!!!!
So here's how it all went down.
I had found the house just fine, and that mother-daughter pair had been living in it after getting scammed in a jeonse fraud — a con where a fake landlord pockets a tenant's lump-sum deposit and vanishes. The visit to the police station to sort out the report was the trip I was just returning from.
"What about them?"
"They'll return once the fraud reporting procedure is complete. Of course, I've filed a formal request for them to vacate, so rest assured."
"Thank you. Without you, Mr. Lawyer, this could have gotten ugly."
"Not at all. I'll meet with them again, settle the move-out schedule, and be in touch."
"Sounds good. Take care."
After the lawyer dropped me off in front of the house, I went inside and made a beeline for the kitchen.
"One egg should do it."
I fished an egg out of the fridge to press against the bruise blooming beside my eye.
"Aaagh...!"
Gently massaging the sore spot, I started another lap of the house. Those women wouldn't be able to move out today, after all — which meant I needed to figure out where I was going to sleep.
"Oh... there's another room on the first floor. Still, the second floor's probably my best bet, huh?"
Smiling to myself — it wasn't as though I wanted to run into them again just yet — I headed upstairs.
The moment I crested the stairs, a wide balcony opened up dead ahead. There were doors on the right, beside the staircase behind me, and two more split by the left corridor — four doors in total on the second floor alone.
"There are a ton of rooms up here... You could run a boarding house with this much space."
I started with the nearest door on the right.
"Ah... the daughter's room, I'm guessing?"
The woman who'd been masturbating was the mother; the one who'd cracked me with the helmet was the daughter. This looked to be her room — motorcycle and car posters plastered across the walls, model bikes and die-cast cars scattered on every surface. It felt like stepping into a page of some Japanese school-life manga.
Click—
Poring over a room without its owner felt like poor manners, so I shut the door and turned away. The door beside the staircase was probably the bathroom, which left the two doors across the short corridor. I opened the nearest one on the left first.
And then..... what the hell is WRONG with this house!!!
Why does this keep happening to ME?!!!
Squiiiish—
A petite girl stood before the mirror wearing nothing but panties, both hands wringing and squeezing her chest, showing off her pink nipples as she did.
"Ugh, why am I SO small?"
"......"
Why are you asking ME that?!!
"This is all your fault, you know....."
"......"
Her head turned, and her eyes locked onto mine. I stood there blank for a heartbeat, then mechanically pulled the door shut, pivoted on my heel like a robot, and started walking toward the stairs.
I had to get out of here. Fast. Given the clattering and crashing coming from inside the room, that tiny girl was about to come bursting out at any moment.
And right on cue—
BANG!!
"You absolute PERVERT!!!!!"
"It's a misunderstanding!!"
"Misunderstanding, my ass—!! DIE!!!!!!"
"No, wait, just let me explain—"
She came tearing down the hall on those short little legs and launched herself clean off the ground, driving a kick at me — her oversized T-shirt flapping up as she flew, flashing her panties underneath.
Damn it.
WHAM!!!!!
"Kgh...!!!"
My head snapped sideways from the sole planted in my cheek — and in that instant, I saw it. The door beside the staircase, standing open. And someone standing right in front of that open door.
"Unni, what's going on....."
"You... ri... di... get outtAAAAA...."
"Ah....."
That was all I managed to squeeze out. But it was already too late.
My body turned toward the woman standing there, a towel wrapped around her dripping wet hair — and my already-swung face buried itself, full force, into the softest, fluffiest pair of breasts I have ever known.
Squiiiiish....!!!
Wow. That feels incredible.
Wait, but what is THIS feeling, then?
Grab! Squish— squish—
That sensation of a perfect handful. And the sound that came with it.
"Nnngh..!!"
"......"
Wait. Is this... an ass?
I'd buried my face in a total stranger's chest AND grabbed her ass?
"KYAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!"
"You—! You—!!! You're really DEAD!!!!!!!!"
"Mmmmmph!!!!!"
I screamed that it was a misunderstanding, but my voice never stood a chance — smothered by the towel... no, the chest, pressed over my face. Not that any of that mattered now. Because I felt it. That something hot and heady surging up through my lower half.
WHAM!!!!!
"Gwaaagh...!!!!!"
Oh, hell no. Not THERE.
And for the second time that day, I blacked out — both hands clamped between my legs as the blinding pain rolled over me in waves.