Chapter 1 — Peeping from the Apartment

Lately, I’ve had something to do every evening.

About a week ago, I accidentally spotted a man with a crew cut sitting naked on the sofa in the living room of the apartment across from mine. A strange curiosity stirred inside me, so I turned off all the lights in my room and kept watching.

A short while later, a woman emerged—just out of the bathroom, it seemed—naked, drying her wet hair with a towel as she sat beside him.

Of course, I’d seen countless similar scenes in porn videos, but this felt utterly different.

They embraced, kissed wildly, moaned and writhed in every imaginable way, and eventually had sex right there on the sofa. But unlike others, my eyesight wasn’t sharp enough, and all I could do was stare helplessly, drooling in frustration.

The next day, just in case, I turned off my lights again and watched. Sure enough, they were at it again—same time, same place, same act on that very sofa.

The following day, I visited a camera shop run by a junior colleague and bought a Nikon binocular.

But of all days, fate played a cruel trick—the lights in their apartment didn’t turn on until nearly ten o’clock.

What the hell?! After all this preparation… Damn it! What a frustrating household.

I’d already wasted the entire day waiting, and now this? I cursed under my breath, grumbling to myself, when suddenly—the living room across lit up brightly.

“Oh!! That’s more like it.”

I grinned with delight and quickly adjusted the focus on my ready binoculars.

But today, of all days, there was an extra woman—one I’d never seen before. A guest, it seemed.

“Damn… fucking bitch. Why today of all days?”

I grumbled, helplessly slapping my idle cock, when suddenly my eyes snapped wide open.

The woman who looked like a guest—and the one who’d always been there—started undressing in the living room, then disappeared.

Right in front of that crew-cut man.

From now on, to make things easier, I’ll call the woman who’s always been there Sarah Jung, and the guest Emma Shin, using pseudonyms.

No way… So that means… Hehehe…

A triumphant smile spread across my face as I waited, heart pounding.

About ten minutes passed, and then—the crew-cut man himself suddenly stripped off his clothes and vanished to one side.

So all three of them were going to shower together.

“Hhhheeeeee…”

I let my imagination run wild, gripping my swelling cock and chuckling to myself.

But those bastards didn’t care about my anticipation at all. They didn’t come out for ages.

Eager to get a better view of tonight’s spectacle, I wiped the binocular lenses again and again.

Finally, led by Sarah Jung, the naked figures I’d been waiting for began to reappear.

Afraid of being caught, I pulled the curtains shut and peeked through the gap with my binoculars.

“Oh ho! Not bad-looking at all… Hmm… early to mid-twenties, maybe… Hhhheee…”

My heart was already pounding.

Emma Shin, the newcomer, sat beside the crew-cut man on the sofa, while Sarah Jung stood alone, drying her hair, smiling sweetly.

I gripped my hardening cock with one hand, watching their every move intently.

Sarah Jung had a slender face, thick dark eyebrows, and when she smiled, her lips stretched wide. Her breasts clung tightly upward, swaying slightly with every movement.

“Hah…!! God… I can’t take it… This is unreal… Uhhhh!!”

My eyes caught Sarah Jung slightly spreading her legs and wiping her pussy with the towel she’d used on her hair.

Meanwhile, on the sofa, Emma Shin and the crew-cut man were kissing.

What the hell is their relationship?

So many questions, but of course, I couldn’t just walk over and ask.

The man wrapped one arm around Emma Shin’s neck and slid his other hand downward.

I couldn’t see it, but he was clearly touching her pussy.

“Oooh hahaha… I’m losing it… Hhhheee…”

I quickly stripped off my pants, down to my underwear, and began stroking my cock, not taking my eyes off them for a second.

Now Sarah Jung looked at the two on the sofa and giggled.

Then she made Emma Shin sit on the sofa, spread her legs, and the crew-cut man knelt down, burying his face between her thighs.

“Uhh… Oh man, that’s good… He’s sucking her pussy right now.”

Emma Shin, clearly enjoying it, closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

Then Sarah Jung examined the towel she’d been using, noticed something, and brought it closer, inspecting it carefully. Probably pussy hair stuck to the fabric.

Emma Shin’s body shivered with pleasure—her legs slowly lifted higher, and she began rubbing her own breasts with both hands.

After sucking for a while, the crew-cut man stood up, his cock fully erect and swollen. Sarah Jung moved in front of him, sat down, and took his cock into her mouth.

This was insane—on par with professional American porn.

He grabbed her head and started thrusting in and out. The woman sitting down had one hand down her own pussy, the other massaging her breast.

I was so turned on that pre-cum was already oozing from the tip of my cock. I was losing my mind.

The crew-cut man’s face grew redder and redder as he thrust deeper into Sarah Jung’s mouth—then suddenly, he shot his load straight into her throat.

“Huhhh!! He just came in her mouth like that… Ghhhuu!!”

Sarah Jung quickly pulled off, and at that moment, thick white cum sprayed all over her face and chest.

She scowled in annoyance, irritably wiping the semen off with the towel she’d been using, then stormed off to the shower.

Guess he came without warning. Oh man…

Emma Shin, sitting on the sofa, giggled at the sight, then made the crew-cut man sit down and climbed on top of him, still-hard cock and all, straddling him and grinding her pussy against it.

So damn frustrating. I needed to see this up close.

A few minutes later, Sarah Jung came out of the shower, walked over, and slapped the crew-cut man’s shoulder. But he, probably feeling guilty for coming in her mouth without warning, just laughed it off, grabbed her arm, pulled her onto the sofa beside him, and started fondling her breasts.

Emma Shin, still straddling him with her arms wrapped around his neck, began bouncing her hips. After a few minutes, she wiped sweat from her forehead, then got off him and lay down on the living room floor, as if preparing for missionary position.

But the crew-cut man exchanged a few words with Sarah Jung, then made Emma Shin turn over onto her stomach.

At first, she seemed reluctant, grimacing, trying to lie on her back again—but eventually obeyed, lying face down.

Then he entered her from behind.

The position I’d only ever seen in porn, never dared to try—was unfolding right before my eyes.

I held my breath, slowly stroking my cock as I watched.

But why was the binocular shaking so much?

I placed it on the windowsill, propped it up with books to stabilize it—much better.

I silently praised my own genius and resumed watching.

But I’d waited too long. The crew-cut man had already pulled out of Emma Shin, who stood up, spread her legs, and pulled out several tissues to wipe herself.

Her thighs were slick with cum—she wiped all the way up, a truly obscene sight.

Still, Emma Shin’s body was just as beautiful as Sarah Jung’s—though her pubic hair seemed sparser.

After her shower, Emma Shin came out with a radiant smile, drying her pussy with a towel, while the crew-cut man and Sarah Jung watched and laughed.

Then, with incredible flexibility, she twisted her waist and danced playfully.

Oh my god… I’m going crazy…

Her breasts swayed with every movement, and without thinking, my hand tightened around my cock, jerking it back and forth.

“Hhhheee… hhhhaa!!”

Just watching had already made my breathing ragged and heavy.

Now they were all sitting naked on the sofa. The crew-cut man looked exhausted—his cock limp and shriveled. Sarah Jung picked up the remote and started flipping through TV channels.

Emma Shin, drained from her round of sex, placed her legs over the man’s lap and leaned back against the armrest, half-lying down. The crew-cut man spread her legs and began lazily stroking her pussy while watching TV.

Even though they were naked, there was no action—so I started jerking off.

After multiple waves of excitement, it didn’t take long—my lower body tingled intensely.

I quickly grabbed a tissue and held it in front of my glans, carefully releasing my load—but a few drops still landed stickily on the bedsheet. I spent a while scrubbing it off, frustrated.

I looked back through the binoculars, but the trio hadn’t moved. Still motionless.

Damn it! Get back to it already!

I lay down, pretending to sleep, but the longer I stayed awake, the more alert I became.

And the more I feared—no, hoped—that the moment I finally fell asleep, they’d start another wild session.

So I got up again, pressed my eyes to the binoculars on the windowsill.

Oh ho!! Finally, they were at it again.

At some point, the crew-cut man had started sucking Sarah Jung’s pussy, and she was arching her back wildly.

That bastard’s got it all. Some guys can’t even get one girl, and he’s got two in one night. Oooh hhhhee…

His mouth was full of Sarah Jung’s thick pubic hair. When he pulled his hand away from his mouth, something stuck to it—Sarah Jung and Emma Shin burst into giggles.

Then he laid Sarah Jung in the middle of the living room, climbed on top of her, and started thrusting.

Emma Shin, watching from the side, either bored or on request, got off the sofa and spread her legs wide in front of the man’s head, showing him her pussy.

But damn it—though I’d bought a supposedly good Nikon binocular, I couldn’t get a clear view of Emma Shin’s open pussy. Ahh! Fuck!! So annoying!

The crew-cut man’s stamina was incredible.

He came in Sarah Jung’s mouth, then fucked Emma Shin—and now, less than an hour later, he was already going at Sarah Jung again.

Judging by tonight’s performance, I’d probably have a nosebleed tomorrow.

But even he seemed to be tiring—this time, he’d been thrusting over Sarah Jung’s body for over fifteen minutes.

I couldn’t see Sarah Jung’s expression clearly, but she looked wildly excited, lost in pleasure.

Sweat glistened on the man’s body—Emma Shin, sitting beside them, gently wiped his face and chest with a towel.

Then Sarah Jung must have reached orgasm.

Her legs wrapped tightly around the man’s waist, she ground her hips side to side, pulling him in fiercely.

His thrusting grew faster.

It was over.

He stopped pumping, his cock still buried in her pussy. Emma Shin beside them broke into a wide grin.

The man lay still for a while, then pulled out and collapsed backward.

Sarah Jung stayed exactly as she was—legs wide open, motionless.

But Emma Shin, curious, leaned in with a giggle, peering closely between Sarah Jung’s spread thighs.

After a while, Sarah Jung and the crew-cut man got up and disappeared into the bathroom. They came out shortly after, drying themselves with towels.

The man gave Emma Shin, who’d been sitting alone, a quick kiss, then headed into the bedroom—and the living room lights went out.

Their sex sessions happened almost every night.

And the thought that I wasn’t the only one watching them—others probably were too—sent an odd mix of amusement and electric thrill through me.