Chapter 1 — My Drunk Roommate

"Sir... isn't there a place that's decent but still affordable? This is just too much."

Grace Lee grumbled, addressing the real estate agent as they stepped out of yet another run-down boarding house.

"Well, this is the best you can get for that price... These days, you can't even rent a room with that kind of money in Seoul... Tsk tsk."

"Still, I couldn't live in a place like that for even a single day. The bathroom's gross, the room's dark and depressing... Back in our hometown, this amount could get you a full apartment lease!"

"Hah... You really don't know how things are, missy. Do you have any idea how expensive Seoul is? If you don't like it, forget it."

Grace Lee shook her head helplessly and glanced at David Kang beside her.

"David Kang, what are you going to do? You wanna live there?"

"I don't care where I stay, but what about you?"

David Kang and Grace Lee were childhood friends from the same village, classmates throughout middle and high school. By chance, they'd both ended up at the same university in Seoul despite majoring in different fields. Today, they were apartment hunting together—both first-timers in the city, relying on each other for support. They figured that even if they didn't live in the same house, finding places close to each other would make life easier.

But with the money they had, a decent boarding house was proving hard to come by.

Just then, the real estate agent snapped his fingers and turned to Grace Lee.

"Ah! Wait! If you really want a good place, there is a way..."

"Oh? What is it?"

Grace Lee perked up, her face brightening.

"You two seem close. Why not pool your money and rent one place together? I think with both your budgets combined, you could get a decent basement unit."

David Kang and Grace Lee exchanged glances, then stared at the agent in disbelief.

"You're saying... we should live together?"

"Exactly! These days, lots of students do it—even strangers. You two are friends, right? It's perfect!"

And just like that, David Kang and Grace Lee became roommates. They pooled their savings, took the basement apartment the agent recommended, and moved in together. At least there were two rooms—that was something.

"Anyway... just so we're clear," Grace Lee warned David Kang before they officially moved in,"if you ever get any dirty ideas or try anything weird, you're on your own. You won't survive it."

"Please," David Kang shot back,"I should be saying that to you. Don't you go getting any ideas about me. My future's bright—I'm gonna be out here living my best life with Seoul girls, having fun every single day."

They both laughed it off. Having grown up in the same neighborhood, they'd never really seen each other as romantic prospects. Still, they exchanged stern warnings about keeping things platonic and began their unexpected cohabitation.

The new semester kicked in, and days flew by in a blur of lectures, assignments, and part-time jobs. Their lives were so hectic they barely saw each other—more often than not, they'd pass like ships in the night.

When they did spend time together, it was light—bland jokes, shared meals, the occasional sarcastic jab.

Then came a bright May day...

David Kang had a canceled class and was lounging at home, flipping through a martial arts novel.

"Ugh... so boring. On a day like this, if I had a girlfriend, we could go to an amusement park or something. Ahhh... so damn bored."

Back when he first arrived in Seoul, he'd bragged about sweeping the city's stylish female students off their feet. But reality hit hard—Seoul girls weren't as soft or easygoing as he'd imagined. A few blind dates had ended in rejection after rejection. Frustrated, he hurled the novel across the room.

"Ugh... I'm seriously bored out of my mind. Where the hell is Grace Lee? She could at least come home and keep me company. Why isn't she here?"

Unable to stand the monotony any longer, he called her.

"Hey! School's been out for ages—what are you doing? Why aren't you home? What? Club meeting? Great. Sure. Whatever."

After hanging up with an annoyed grunt, David Kang slumped on the couch, wondering how to kill time. His eyes drifted toward Grace Lee's room.

"Hmm... wanna check out her room? Wonder what a girl's space looks like... Heh heh heh."

David Kang had never had a sister, and he'd always been curious about what a girl's room was like. He'd never dared to peek before—but today, with nothing to do and Grace Lee out, the temptation was too strong.

Luckily, her door lock was broken. He slipped inside.

Compared to his own messy room, hers felt like a palace. Pretty pictures and decorations were scattered around—some clearly placed long ago. The space was immaculate, reflecting her tidy personality.

He wandered around, eyes scanning every corner, until they landed on the drawer beneath her vanity.

Something pulled him toward it. He crept over and gently pulled it open.

It was full of lingerie. David Kang swallowed hard and pulled out a neatly folded pair of panties and a bra.

"Wait... Grace Lee's chest is this big? This is at least a C-cup... damn, she's matured. And why are her panties so tiny? Do they even cover her ass?"

He stared, fascinated, at the delicate fabrics in his hands—his first real look at women's underwear up close.

As he held them, he felt a stirring in his pants. Unconsciously, he brought the garments to his nose and inhaled deeply.

They smelled faintly of rose-scented detergent.

Grace Lee had never struck him as particularly feminine before—but now, holding her intimate clothes, he was suddenly, sharply aware: she was a woman.

He stayed in her room for a while, touching the fabrics, lost in thought, before finally stepping out—dazed, breathless—carrying one pair of panties and one bra from deep inside the drawer.

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"Hey... David Kang... David Kang... Open the damn door!!!"

How long had he been asleep? Curled up with the stolen lingerie, lost in fantasy, David Kang jolted awake at the sound of Grace Lee's shouting and pounding on the front door.

He scrambled, tossing the underwear into his closet, and rushed to open the door.

Outside, Grace Lee stood, disheveled and swaying.

"Damn it... when did you start drinking like this?"

She was clearly drunk, stumbling, but giggling to herself."Hehehe..."

"My... my roommate was lonely at home... hic... bored, right? hic... Glad I'm here..."

She slumped inside, nearly collapsing. David Kang quickly slipped an arm around her waist to steady her. She was heavy—probably from the alcohol.

"Yeah... today... club... hic... we drank... hic... started thinking about Mom... so I drank more... hic... but it's okay... you're here... hic... you're holding me..."

She mumbled incoherently, leaning into him. As she swayed, his hand brushed against her breast.

David Kang adjusted her, standing her upright.

"Alright... go to bed."

"Yeah... gonna sleep... gonna sleep..."

She shrugged off his arm, insisting she could walk to her room alone. But she barely made five steps before plopping down hard on her butt.

David Kang moved to help her up, but she suddenly wrapped both arms around his neck and leaned her face against his chest.

Her hair carried a faint floral scent beneath the sharp smell of alcohol.

"David Kang... thank you... thank you..."

He patted her back gently, soothing her. Something must've happened at the club.

As he tried to untangle her arms to guide her to bed, she whispered softly against his chest.

"Just... thirty seconds. Your body heat... feels... nice... hic"

David Kang paused, then gently hugged her back. He could feel the warmth of her body—her softness, her shape.

His heart began to race. Why am I feeling this?

After a long moment, he led her to her room and laid her down on the mattress. He removed her gray trench coat but hesitation—he couldn't bring himself to take off her skirt and top. Just left her as she was.

"Grace Lee... change your clothes or just sleep like that... I'll get you some honey water, okay? You want it?"

She tossed and turned, not responding.

David Kang went to the kitchen, made the drink, and paused—inhaling the lingering scent of her on his own clothes.

Earlier, when he'd seen her underwear... and just now, holding her... his body had burned with excitement.

Do I... see Grace Lee as a woman? Not just a childhood friend? No... can't be...

But his cock, stiff in his pants, refused to listen. He gripped it roughly, muttering to himself.

"Hey, get it together. Grace Lee's just a hometown friend. Not a woman. Not that."

Yet his erection only grew harder, defiant.

Ignoring it, he carried the honey water back to her room.

But when he stepped inside and saw her lying there, he nearly dropped the glass.

She was shifting uncomfortably, and her skirt had ridden up—exposing her legs in the dim light.

The stockings made her skin look even smoother, more alluring.

He set the glass down and sat beside her, reaching to pull her skirt down.

But his hand... moved the opposite way.

It was as if his mind had lost control.

He lifted the skirt a little higher—revealing white panties over the top of her thigh-highs.

His breathing grew ragged.

His hand slid up her leg.

From calf to knee... then higher.

He felt the textured softness of the stockings beneath his fingers, then his hand brushed over her panties.

Through the lace, he could feel her warmth.

He stroked the delicate fabric, imagining what lay beneath.

His mind was no longer in charge.

Breathing harder now, he unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it off completely.

Grace Lee shivered, instinctively pulling her legs together, twisting her body.

"Uuuuh... ahh... cold..."

David Kang, feeling hot, took off his shirt and sat beside her again. He stared at her—this woman lying before him.

She wasn't just his childhood friend anymore. She was a young woman—bare, vulnerable, beautiful.

He lay down beside her, gently kissed her forehead, then her cheek.

His lips moved softly to her ear, then down her neck.

When his mouth touched her throat, her body twitched slightly.

He continued, kissing and licking her neck, while sliding a hand under her shirt.

Her soft skin sent a jolt through him.

He unhooked her bra and began caressing her full, C-cup breasts—larger and firmer than he'd ever imagined.

His palm moved in slow circles, teasing her nipples.

"Uuuh... mm... ahh... ahhh~~~"

Soft moans escaped her lips. Hearing them, David Kang's body burned hotter.

"Uhh... ah... David Kang... David Kang... what... what are you doing?"

She was waking up.

Even drunk, she realized it was David Kang touching her—his hands all over her body.

Without hesitation, he pressed his lips to hers, silencing her.

She shook her head, trying to pull away.

But he pursued her lips, cornering her, until their mouths locked.

"MMMPPPHH! Mmmph! Mmmphhh!"

She thrashed, disoriented, her head and body jerking.

But David Kang forced his tongue into her mouth, sucking her lips, teasing her tongue.

Gradually, her resistance weakened. Her tongue began to respond—tentatively at first, then clinging to his.

"Mmmph... mmmphh~~ ahh... mmph mmph..."

Now she was kissing him back.

When he pulled his tongue back, she followed—drawing his tongue into her own mouth, wrapping hers around it.

David Kang tightened their grip, their tongues dancing wildly.

Finally, she broke the kiss, gasping for air, and looked at him.

"Do you... love me?"

"I... I don't know yet. Honestly."

He answered truthfully.

"All I know is... today... I started seeing you as a woman."

"...Just curiosity? That's all I care about. Whether you love me or not... just not curiosity."

"Not curiosity. Never. I just... wanted to hold you. Today, I needed to."

Grace Lee nodded slowly, then lay back down—and pulled him into another kiss.

Their passionate kiss resumed, deeper, hungrier.

David Kang returned to her breasts, no longer gentle. He pinched her nipples, massaged them with purpose, teasing and twisting.

Grace Lee arched her back, lifting both hands above her head—as if begging to be stripped.

He grabbed her shirt and pulled it off.

Her pale upper body glowed in the dim light.

"Suck me... rough..."

She broke the kiss to whisper. David Kang obeyed, lowering his mouth to her nipples.

She whimpered, twisting beneath him.

He alternated—sucking, licking, biting—driving her wild.

Grace Lee reached out, fumbling with the button of his pants.

David Kang helped, pulling them down—revealing his hard cock straining against his boxers.

Grace Lee gently wrapped her hand around it. Slowly, she began stroking.

The sensation sent fire through David Kang's body. He groaned, attacking her breasts with even rougher passion.

"Hah... hah... ahh... ahhh... ahn... ahh~~"

"Mmmph... zzzz... hrrrr... zzzz..."

His cock swelled in her hand, throbbing, desperate.

David Kang slid his hand into her panties, fingers brushing through her soft curls, then circling her clit.

Her slit was wet—soaking his fingers.

Grace Lee threw her head back, releasing his cock.

He rubbed harder, faster. Heat radiated from her opening.

She writhed, gripping his body, moaning uncontrollably.

Her body burned.

David Kang gripped the tip of his cock and guided it to her entrance.

Her pussy twitched, tensed—then slowly relaxed, welcoming him.

It fluttered around his tip as he pushed in.

He began thrusting—slow at first, then faster.

Grace Lee winced slightly, eyes tightening, but accepted him. His rhythm grew more intense, her moans louder.

He lifted his torso, driving into her with deeper, more powerful strokes. She moved beneath him, meeting his pace.

The room's bare bulb shone endlessly on their glistening, pale bodies.

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The next morning, David Kang and Grace Lee woke at almost the same time. They looked at their naked bodies, then at each other—both blushing.

David Kang gently pulled her into his arms. Her skin still held the warmth of last night.

"Do you... love me now?"

She asked the same question as before. Lying face to face, her eyes looked different—softer, cuter.

David Kang reached down, gently squeezing her breast.

"I... still don't know. Honestly."

"Then... do you love me more than yesterday?"

She asked again. And now, her hand was wrapped around his cock.

"Yeah... about 5% more."

She squeezed his cock hard—punishing him for the answer—then buried her face in his chest.

David Kang stroked her hair and whispered to himself.

"So... this is really how our cohabitation begins, huh... Should we rent another room?"