Chapter 1 — Private Tutor

"Honestly, what's gotten into you?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's being here at my parents-in-law's?"

"We can't do this here."

"No, just stay a moment."

"Ugh, why are you like this again?"

"I'm going crazy. I need to do it now."

"Good grief, are you out of your mind? They'll call us for lunch any minute..."

"Exactly—just a quick moment..."

"Come on, get a grip. Calm down."

"I can't calm down, that's the problem..."

This was the sound coming from the room right next to where they were studying.

Today was the father's birthday at Eun-hwa's house, where Daniel Park worked as a private tutor.
Her older sister and brother-in-law had come to stay in the adjacent room, and now, after driving through the early morning and sleeping in until late, the groom had started something while the sister was briefly in the kitchen helping out.

Eun-hwa's family wasn't particularly wealthy, but thanks to her father's fierce dedication to education, even though Eun-hwa had already been accepted into a women's university, he insisted she aim at least for Ewha Womans University. That's why he'd hired Daniel Park as her private tutor—two months into the job now.

Eun-hwa had just turned twenty. Her face wasn't striking, but she was tall, mature beyond her years, and carried herself with a quiet grace. Raised in a traditional household, she had a certain refinement about her—enough that even someone like Daniel Park, who usually kept his distance, couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

The house was a traditional Korean hanok, divided into an inner quarters and an outer quarters. The inner quarters had three rooms, while the outer quarters originally had only one. But to accommodate Eun-hwa's studies, they'd partitioned the outer quarters into two rooms.
Unfortunately, the sound insulation was poor—so poor that the newlywed couple next door, married less than six months, were completely unaware that their intimate activities were playing out in full audio for them.

Daniel Park was a third-year university student, two years older than Eun-hwa. They'd started off studying casually, more like siblings than teacher and student. Like many young girls, Eun-hwa harbored a quiet affection for Daniel Park. Whenever she didn't feel like studying, she'd pout and beg Daniel Park to tell her stories about movies or romance.

Daniel Park would spin tales, embellishing every detail, and she'd listen wide-eyed, leaning in close.
"So then what happened? Did you two kiss?" she'd whisper, grabbing Daniel Park's arm or playfully slapping Daniel Park's thigh.

Daniel Park would blush furiously, and she'd giggle, delighted by Daniel Park's shyness.

That day, Eun-hwa had gone into the main house to help with the food, so they'd started studying late. She came back with rice cake and sweet rice drink, which Daniel Park devoured hungrily.
Then, lured by her soft coaxing—"Tell me something fun today"—Daniel Park was just about to launch into another story when the voices from next door grew louder.

"I can't stand it anymore. Should I just do it with my hand?"

"I'm going crazy. Just do it quickly."

"Geez, what if someone catches us?"

"I'll finish fast. Come here."

"Fine, fine. Hurry up."

Just then, Eun-hwa, who had been silently holding her breath, muttered something and turned to look at Daniel Park.

Daniel Park looked back at her—and froze.

Her face was flushed deep red. Her eyes slowly dropped downward.

Daniel Park's pants were already tented, and Daniel Park had been trying to hide it with one hand. But as she kept staring, Daniel Park panicked and shifted slightly to the side, only to expose himself completely.

She flinched, startled, then looked back up at Daniel Park's face.

At that moment, the moans from the next room grew louder—flesh slapping against flesh, rising in tempo.

Without thinking, Daniel Park grabbed her hand and pulled.

In an instant, she was sitting on Daniel Park's lap, arms wrapped around Daniel Park's neck. Their lips met—hungrily, desperately. Her tongue slipped into Daniel Park's mouth, and Daniel Park sucked on it wildly.

Daniel Park's hand slipped under her bra, kneading her firm, round breasts. Daniel Park's cock, already hard, throbbed against her wet heat.

She felt it—felt how rigid Daniel Park was—and slowly began rocking her hips.

Daniel Park pulled his hand from her breast and slid it under her skirt. Daniel Park's fingers brushed the damp crotch of her panties, the soft mound beneath.

Daniel Park pushed the fabric aside and ran his fingers through her slick folds. A moan burst from her mouth, hot breath washing over Daniel Park's face.

Daniel Park pulled her hand and placed it on top of Daniel Park's pants, over the bulge. She hesitated—then began to stroke.

Daniel Park guided her hand, pressing it harder. Then Daniel Park pushed her back slightly and pulled Daniel Park's cock out, placing it directly into her palm.

Her hand trembled. A deep, shuddering sigh escaped her lips.

"This is... strange, Teacher."

Daniel Park quickly pressed a finger to her lips."Shh. Be quiet."

They kept touching each other, feverish, while straining to hear the sounds from next door.

"Mmm... God, you're amazing. How about you?"

"I'm terrified someone will catch us."

"That's what makes it exciting, doesn't it?"

"I guess... hah... mmm..."

"Turn around. Face away from me."

"Ugh... just like this..."

"Bend lower."

"Come on, hurry up."

They'd switched positions—now it was doggy style.

The slapping sounds grew louder, more urgent. The moans deeper, wilder.

Her grip on Daniel Park's cock tightened. Daniel Park moved his fingers back to her pussy, focusing on her clit. She arched her back, trembling.

Daniel Park pulled her panties down, lifted her hips, and pressed his cock against her wet slit, rubbing slowly. She was soaked—more than before—and the slick friction made Daniel Park desperate to enter her.

"Mi-jin... can I... put it in?"

"I don't know..."

She was lost in the heat, her breath ragged, eyes glazed.

But Daniel Park held back. If she screamed—even once—and her sister came in, everything would be ruined.

Daniel Park pulled her up, turned her to face Daniel Park, and lifted her onto Daniel Park's lap. Her wetness settled over Daniel Park's shaft, her pussy pressing down on Daniel Park's cock.

Their faces were inches apart. They kissed again, instinctively. Without Daniel Park saying a word, she reached behind and grabbed Daniel Park's cock, pressing it between her folds.

Daniel Park caressed her breasts, her pussy, her ass—fingers moving wildly—while rocking Daniel Park's hips in rhythm with the sounds from next door.

Daniel Park was close—so close. She threw her head back, lost in waves of pleasure.

From the other room, the sister's cat-like moans grew faster, more frantic—then a sharp cry, a thud as the brother-in-law collapsed forward.

Daniel Park was still burning with arousal, but afraid of being heard, Daniel Park gently pulled Eun-hwa off, straightened her clothes, and helped her sit back at the desk like they'd been studying.

When Daniel Park smiled at her, she covered her face with both hands, blushing deeply.

After the couple left for the main house, Daniel Park's aunt came by and called them to dinner. They politely declined, saying they'd eaten earlier.

As soon as she left, they fell into each other's arms again—kissing, groping, desperate.

Daniel Park spread her thighs and sucked her clit until she nearly fainted. When she took Daniel Park's cock into her mouth and Daniel Park felt himself about to come, Daniel Park couldn't hold back. Daniel Park pulled out, collapsed onto her firm breasts, and came hard—spurting over her skin.

Looking back, it was almost ironic—thanks to the sister and brother-in-law, their physical relationship began almost too easily. But after that, things escalated quickly. She grew bolder, more daring—while Daniel Park, surprisingly, became the one holding back.

At the time, Daniel Park was undergoing ROTC training, and Daniel Park worried this affair would interfere with Daniel Park's studies. But more than that, Daniel Park feared Eun-hwa's nature. Once she fell into something, she wouldn't let go. Daniel Park was certain that if they went any further, she'd throw everything away—school, family, future—and demand they marry.

She was a virgin, just turned twenty. Now that her curiosity had awakened, she couldn't go a single day without Daniel Park. She'd cling to Daniel Park, desperate, insatiable.

Daniel Park gave in to her every demand—kissing, touching, licking, sucking. Daniel Park would come on her mouth, her body. Daniel Park would bring her to orgasm with his tongue, again and again.

Study sessions became a joke. Every day turned into hours of heavy petting, their bodies never apart. Daniel Park's cock stayed hard, and her panties were always soaked.

Then came summer break. Daniel Park had to leave for advanced military training. She enrolled in a cram school instead. For three months, they drowned their loneliness in letters.

Before Daniel Park left, they decided to make one last memory—together.

They went to Songdo, to the beach.

In the water, they casually touched each other, ignoring the people around them. The sensation of hands gliding over wet skin, fingers exploring hidden places beneath the waves—no one who hasn't felt it could understand.

When the pleasure became unbearable, they rushed to a motel by the shore.

They tore off their clothes in a frenzy. Daniel Park pinned her against the wall, lifted her legs, and thrust inside her standing up.

No hesitation. No gentleness. Just raw, desperate need.

Daniel Park pounded into her, riding the waves of ecstasy, until they both collapsed, spent—their fluids mingling, their breaths ragged.

And in that moment, Daniel Park knew—nothing would ever be the same again.