Chapter 1 — I Wanted My Neighbor's Newlywed Wife

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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When I was working, I once lived in a quiet, somewhat rural area—though calling it purely rural might be a stretch. I rented a small single-room unit there.

Somehow, life had carried me to that place. Entering through the main gate, there was a dirt courtyard. Straight ahead stood the landlord's house with a corrugated metal roof—three rooms including the veranda. To the left of the gate were the toilet and three tiny rooms lined up side by side.

Peter Song, an old man in his seventies, lived alone. His children had long since grown and moved away to live elsewhere. He raised a cow, tended vegetables in a small field beside the gate, and rented out the three rooms—including mine—to get by in his later years.

My room was the first one on the left after entering the gate, right next to the toilet.

The middle room was occupied by a cohabiting couple—they were legally married but hadn't held a wedding due to financial hardship. The room next to theirs belonged to Emma Park, who worked as an elementary school teacher nearby. She lived alone during the week and returned to her hometown in Masan every weekend.

The wide dirt courtyard gave the place a peaceful countryside charm, and since the landlord was quiet and kept to himself, I was quite satisfied with my living situation.

When I first moved in, Sarah Lee from next door acknowledged me with a friendly nod.

I was moving in alone, carrying only a few belongings, nothing much. She approached me, asking if I was the new tenant. She looked no older than twenty-eight, short in stature, wearing glasses—probably due to poor eyesight—and not particularly pretty.

Still, in the unfamiliarity of a new place, someone offering even a small gesture of recognition felt incredibly welcoming.

She seemed friendlier than she first appeared, even a little endearing.

That night, after a long day of unpacking, I was resting when I heard a knock. Outside stood Sarah Lee, saying she'd just come to say hello and inviting me over for dinner with her husband.

I'd been planning to eat out, so her offer felt like a godsend.

Inside the room was David Kim, a plain-looking man who seemed a bit over thirty. He welcomed me warmly, and we shared a meal and drinks together.

They told me they'd been living together for three years. Though they were legally married, they hadn't been able to hold a wedding due to financial constraints and were planning to do so next year or the year after. David Kim worked on ships and was often away from home for over a month at a time.

After a delicious dinner, I left feeling envious of their life and deeply grateful for their kindness.

But there was one problem with living there—the walls were thin, and I could hear everything from the next room.

To be precise, every night just after 11 p.m., the sounds of their intimacy would begin. Moans, the wet slapping of bodies—everything came through clearly. As a young man full of vigor, it became impossible for me to sleep.

I once heard somewhere that women experience heightened pleasure when they sense a third party is aware of their secret acts.

Maybe that's why she started making such loud noises—almost as if she wanted me to hear.

Night after night, they went at it. I'd lie awake, aroused, forced to release my pent-up semen by hand. But I didn't mind the sounds. In fact, I had always been unusually sensitive to sexual matters...

The husband seemed to be unemployed, or perhaps just taking a break—he spent most days idling around the house.

Two or three months passed like this.

Then one evening, I heard a violent argument from next door.

The sound of things shattering, a woman sobbing—it was chaotic and loud.

After that, I didn't see David Kim at all. I barely saw Sarah Lee either. About ten days went by.

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon. I'd just woken from a sweet late sleep, got ready to go out, and was driving down toward the road when I saw a woman walking ahead, holding an umbrella.

From behind, it was unmistakably Sarah Lee.

"Where are you headed? Hop in!"

"Oh, hello! Just up ahead a bit."

She greeted me warmly, folded her umbrella, and climbed into the passenger seat.

Though it was only around 2 p.m., the sky was dark with heavy clouds and pouring rain, making everything feel dim and gloomy.

"Haven't seen David Kim lately. Is he away for work?"

"...Ah... Yes."

She answered hesitantly.

"It's raining, and if you don't mind, maybe we could go for a drive?"

"..."

She didn't say no. Was that silence permission?

The car cut through the rain, speeding toward a quiet, secluded area on purpose.

For some reason, Sarah Lee sat silently, staring out the window, her expression shadowed with a deep, unspoken sadness.

After driving for a while, I stopped at a quiet countryside café.

"Hey, let's grab a drink here?"

"..."

Still expressionless, she simply nodded.

The café was nearly empty.

A middle-aged woman, looking disheveled and out of place in the café's atmosphere, came over to take our order.

"It's raining, the mood's right—let's have a beer."

"..."

Again, no words—just a quiet nod.

Slowly, Sarah Lee began to open up.

"When's David Kim coming back?"

"I don't know. I don't know when he'll come back."

From her answer, I suspected something serious had happened during that big fight.

"You don't like this? Being here with a stranger like this?"

"No."

"Women sometimes want to escape, don't they?"

"...Yes..."

The awkward tension began to ease.

She started answering my questions, even laughing out loud at my jokes.

We each had a drink. Sitting here in an unfamiliar place with a man she barely knew, rain pouring outside—the atmosphere grew increasingly intense.

After some time had passed, we left the café.

I held the umbrella over us as we walked toward the parked car, gently wrapping my right arm around her shoulder.

Her small frame leaned into me without resistance, fitting neatly into my right side.

As if trying to avoid the rain, she pressed her hip tightly against my right thigh.

Instantly, a sharp sensation shot through me. The scent of her shampoo brushed against my face, and my cock surged upward, straining hard against my pants.

Walking became difficult.

I subtly rubbed my groin against her hip, making sure she could feel it.

To my surprise, she pushed her hips even closer into me.

We climbed into the car in an awkward, half-leaning posture. I gripped the steering wheel and drove to a remote, deserted area.

Outside, the gray rain continued to fall. Inside the car, the windows fogged up completely—no one could see in.

I stared at Sarah Lee, my eyes burning with desire.

As if sensing what was coming, she lowered her gaze slightly.

Without another word, I leaned toward her, reclining the passenger seat all the way back.

"Ah..."

A soft, intimate sound escaped her lips. I crushed her small mouth with mine.

I swirled my tongue against hers, probing the roof of her mouth and the insides of her cheeks with the tip of my tongue. With one hand, I pushed up her shirt and bra together, gripping her small breast and slowly circling it clockwise.

"Ah... hah..."

Her moan came out thick and breathy.

Now came the crucial moment. Luckily, she was wearing a skirt, so undressing her wasn't difficult.

I pulled the skirt up to her waist. When I went to remove her panties, she lifted her hips slightly—almost as if helping me.

Her white panties hung from her left ankle. I quickly pulled out my fully erect cock from my pants.

I ran a finger through her slit—she was soaked. Her juices covered my entire palm.

Positioning myself, I pressed the head of my cock against her outer lips and slowly rubbed it up and down.

"Ah... hng..."

She let out a series of desperate sighs—no, she was begging me to enter her.

"If you want it, grab it and put it in."

As soon as I said it, she reached down with her left hand, firmly gripped my cock, guided it to her entrance, and slid the tip inside. Then, with a deep thrust, I plunged my swollen shaft deep into her pussy.

"Ugh... uh..."

"A... hah..."

We both let out simultaneous cries of ecstasy, as if we'd been waiting for this moment.

To be honest, her pussy felt looser than any I'd ever been inside. Maybe she'd been fucked a lot. It didn't have that tight, gripping sensation.

"Hah... hah... You like it?"

I'd switched to casual speech without realizing.

"Ah... hng... Yes... I like it..."

"Can I cum inside?"

"If you want to, go ahead."

The car filled with heat, rocking back and forth from our rhythmic thrusting. The sound of skin slapping, the wet squelching of our bodies grinding together, the constant moans of pleasure—it was all overwhelming.

"Fuck!... Squeeze it tight... I'm gonna cum... Ugh... hah..."

"Ahhh... Mom... Mom... hah..."

After the storm had passed, I pulled out of her. Thick white cum oozed from her pussy, dripping slowly down her inner thighs.

We were silent for a while. She lay there, breathing heavily, unable to catch her breath.

After that day, she started coming to my room whenever she could.

We'd mix up positions, have intense sex, and then she'd quietly return to her room.

About a month after David Kim had left...

I became cautious, but whenever I saw her heading to the bathroom, I'd signal her from my room.

She'd quickly slip inside, and I'd fuck her doggy-style until I came deep inside her, then she'd leave as if nothing had happened.

About a week after David Kim returned, she came into my room crying.

He'd found out about us, she said. He'd opposed their relationship, packed all her belongings and money, and run off.

She cursed him endlessly. I comforted her, and after that, sneaking past the old landlord's eyes, she sometimes stayed overnight in my room.

I told myself I was comforting her, and every time she came, I'd fuck her hard and deep. But I started to worry—what if she got pregnant? I'd be responsible for another man's wife.

So gradually, I began to distance myself.

As our relationship grew colder and more awkward, I noticed a man constantly coming and going from her room. Later, I found out he was her husband's friend.

Not long after, Sarah Lee came to me and said she was going to live with that man. She was moving out, and came to say goodbye.

I don't know where she is now.