Chapter 1 — Peeping on the Girl Next Door

She was lying on her back, and the man was teasing her earlobe.

The man, who had been stroking her pubic hair, seemed to slide one finger inside her pussy.

"I don't like fingers!"

"So what? It feels good, doesn't it…."

I was peeping, trembling with excitement—my heartbeat so loud I could hear it ringing in my ears.

I pulled my pants down, gripped my cock with one hand, and pressed my eye to the crack in the paper window, watching their act.

The woman's moans grew louder, and the man began stripping off his clothes.

The man asked her to suck his cock, but she refused.

Embarrassed, he simply shoved his dick straight into her pussy.

He was on top, roughly grabbing and shaking her breasts—and then I was shocked.

Because it wasn't the gentleman I'd seen that morning, ten years older than me. It was a different, younger man.

That gentleman had been well-groomed, with a pale, clean face… but this guy was dark-skinned and rough.

Ah… just what kind of woman was she?

She looked about my age, yet her man had changed… and her face had seemed so pure and bright….

That night, her moans sounded strangely muffled to me.

Not quiet, exactly—but subdued.

The man lifted her legs, slid a pillow under her hips, and picked up the pace.

Her moans rose higher, and so did the speed of my hand.

"Faster, faster…."

She cried out, pulling the man's neck toward her.

"Alright, you damn bitch…."

(Why the hell is he swearing all of a sudden? I wondered.)

Whether she liked it or not, she just kept moaning, while the man kept cursing.

That's when I finally realized something.

A gentleman would never talk like that.

This guy was trash.

"Hey, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, you bitch… Ahhh…."

As the man shouted, the woman wrapped her body even tighter around him.

I came before he did—my cum spurting out.

I was stunned. My white cum had splattered and stuck to the paper window.

If they hadn't been at their climax, they might've heard the sound of it hitting the paper, but they were already lost in their peak.

I wiped the cum off the window with my clothes, but the stain remained obvious.

The man thrust with all his strength, then suddenly stopped, pulling her tightly into his arms.

Sweat glistened on his face.

Back in my room, my head began to ache.

The gentleman and this man… did this woman have two lovers? Or even more?

Any pure desire to date her had vanished—replaced only by the urge to sleep with her myself.

Her small, delicate breasts and thick black pubic hair flickered in my mind.

She usually left for work at a precise time.

Around eight o'clock… but her return time was unpredictable.

I waited for an opportunity, but none came.

I wasn't crude enough to just pounce on her, and I lacked the courage.

One evening, at around eight, I heard music coming from her room.

This was back when CD players didn't exist—everyone listened to cassette tapes.

Tapes were expensive, so people recorded songs from the radio. I had over ten of those homemade tapes.

Nowadays, no one would care, but back then, having ten self-recorded tapes was like owning treasure. Lending one out was a huge favor.

I picked two tapes—only the sweetest songs—and walked to her door.

Knocking gently, I heard her clear voice and saw the door open.

"Hello."

"Hi… um…."

She looked puzzled.

"I thought… if you had music tapes, maybe we could swap?"

I held out the two tapes.

She took them, scanning the song titles I'd written in 0.5mm pen.

"Ah… these songs are really nice. Will you really lend them to me?"

I nodded.

"Come in, have a cup of tea?"

Her room was small and cozy.

I already knew the layout from peeping, but the scent was different—unlike my cigarette-stained room, hers smelled fresh.

She brewed coffee inside.

Using butane gas… it was instant coffee in a disposable pouch, but the taste was heavenly.

No matter what she'd done with those two men, just being with her made me happy.

But I couldn't push the conversation further.

After about twenty minutes, I said goodbye and left.

A few days later…

Someone knocked on my door. I opened it—it was her.

She held a plate with a piece of pancake.

"I've been enjoying the music tapes. But a friend asked to borrow them, so I lent them out. I'll return them later. Here, have this."

"Thank you."

"Wow… a guy's room is so clean?"

She looked around my room and commented.

"Would you like to come in? I'll make you tea too."

"Really? You don't mind?"

She stepped inside. Though my room reeked of cigarettes, I had an old turntable and massive speakers bolted to the wall—when I played music, the whole room shook with bass.

I turned on some music.

She was used to small cassettes, so the sound blasting from my large speakers clearly impressed her.

"What do you do? Are you a student?"

"No… I'm just… retaking exams."

I sensed she was curious about me.

I felt this chance wouldn't come again.

Her skirt had ridden up slightly on her lap, revealing smooth, pale knees—her skin was so delicate.

"Um… how old are you?"

"Twenty-three. That makes me your older sister. Hehehe."

I went to the kitchen and brewed coffee.

She sat with one leg tucked under her.

After finishing her coffee, she stood up.

"Thanks for the tea. Well… I should go."

I felt I had to stop her. Don't let her leave.

"Wait… can't you stay a little longer? I have things to talk about…."

She looked curious, then sat back down.

I scrambled for something to say.

"Um… I have a question about women."

I asked her advice—pretending I had a girlfriend who broke up with me, and what I should do.

(Haha… I've never even had a girlfriend, let alone a friend.)

She kindly gave me detailed advice.

The way her lips moved, slightly moist as she spoke… it was breathtakingly beautiful.

I couldn't listen anymore.

"I… I like you. Ever since you moved in."

I blurted it out. She stared at me, wide-eyed.

I panicked, unable to continue, and looked down.

Silence stretched. I thought she'd be angry, so I looked up to apologize—only to see her laughing.

My heart sank. (I know who you are… why are you laughing? You filthy slut…)

She kept giggling."I'm going now," she said, standing.

I just watched her—step by step, walking toward the door.

It felt like time had stopped.

"Wait…"

She turned.

I lunged and grabbed her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry. I just… I really like you."

She struggled at first, then quickly went still. I expected her to push me away hard, but when she didn't, I grew bolder, searching for her lips. She turned her head, avoiding my kiss.

Again and again, she dodged. So I moved to her body, groping her chest, sliding my hand under her bra. She didn't resist.

I laid her down on the floor, repeating,"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," as I rubbed her soft, pliant breasts. She didn't fight back.

When I lifted her skirt… she spoke.

"Put a blanket down first."

Huh… honestly, I was pissed.

(So you sleep with whoever comes along, and now you're not even resisting me…)

I pulled off her panties and saw her thick, dark pubic hair. Ah… it was so lush.

Abundant. Like freshly cut grass piled high in a countryside field.

I sucked her breasts. She let out soft, delicate moans.

It was strange. With other men, she screamed—but now she was holding back.

She was about 158 cm tall… petite. These days, women are taller, but back then, she wasn't considered small.

Her calves rose into thick, firm thighs—the curve was so lush, so tempting.

Overcome with excitement, I skipped foreplay, parted her pubic hair, spread her legs, and thrust my cock inside.

It slid in completely—swoosh.

But her pussy was warm and smooth.

As I began pumping up and down, her unique moans came out in soft bursts.

Hearing them, I thought of her other lovers.

She grabbed my waist. Until then, she'd been passive—but now, holding me, she made me thrust harder.

In brothels, I'd tried every position—doggy, standing, all kinds—but with her, I couldn't bring myself to ask for anything like that.

As her moans grew louder, I became fully aroused.

I slid both hands under her ass. Her firm, bouncy cheeks rested in my palms, and I moved my hips faster.

Her soft, plump buttocks…

After a while, I pulled my hands out and grabbed her breasts again.

Small enough to fit in one hand.

She must've been excited too—she spread one leg wide, hooking it over a bookshelf.

Her body opened up completely…

I thrust wildly.

I have to be better than those other guys, I thought, pushing my speed to the limit.

Her arms tightened around my waist.

"Baby… huff… ah… baby, baby…."

She was calling me baby.

Baby? My heart soared.

"I love you. I love you…."

"Yeah… me too… ah… good, good."

For the first time, I could see her pussy clearly.

I'd seen many prostitutes' pussies, so I knew—hers was like a pretty little shell.

Her slit was bright red, swollen with blood, plump and pulsing—pure arousal.

As I rubbed her, I suddenly brought my mouth to her.

It had a slight scent, but I ran my tongue from bottom to top, licking deeply.

"You're good, baby… ah… yes, good."

She said.

Now I finally felt close to her. I slid a finger into her pussy.

Her insides were hot and slick…

I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled out and thrust my cock back in.

Then I went for her lips.

This time, she finally opened her mouth.

I sucked her sweet saliva, our tongues dancing in wild, intricate motions—my climax rushing toward me.

"Don't cum inside. Baby… don't cum inside. Understand?"

I didn't answer.

"Did you hear me, you damn bastard!"

Startled, I gasped—

"Okay… I got it."

My pace quickened. Her breathing turned ragged.

We seemed to climax almost at the same moment.

I pulled out and shot my load across her stomach. She gripped my cock tightly, shuddering in her final spasms.

I collapsed on top of her, my body covering hers.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"What are you sorry for?" She laughed again.

I held her tightly, cleaned my cum off her with careful wipes of tissue, then went to the kitchen, soaked a towel in water, wrung it out, and gently wiped her belly.

"You're really thoughtful."

She pulled me into a tight hug.

When I reached for her pussy again, sliding my fingers through her pubic hair, she stopped me, sitting up.

Slowly, she began dressing.

Small panties… bra… skirt… I was still naked, so I quickly put my clothes back on too.

"Study hard, okay…?"

"Yes."

She walked back to her room, carrying the empty plate.

Ah… I'd fulfilled my desire, so why did I feel so empty?

After that, I never peeped on her again. The urge had completely vanished.

I wanted to make love to her once more, but seeing her walk away in silence, I felt an inexplicable sadness—and I just couldn't find the courage.