Chapter 1 — The Confession: A Chinese Couple's Invitation to a Threesome (Part 1) (1)

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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A few years ago, I left for a one-year language study program abroad. Before going, I gathered as much information as I could from seniors and friends who had already been through it.

Everyone told me the same thing: Don't meet other Koreans.

Ideally, you'd go somewhere with few Koreans, but most well-developed education systems are in big cities—and big cities mean lots of Koreans. They warned me that Koreans tend to stick together, drinking, playing pool, wasting time instead of actually improving their English. It was a common trap.

So I painstakingly chose a small city of about 50,000 people. I found out about the language program at the local university through the internet. There were almost no Koreans living there, which was perfect. And despite the city's small size, the university had a strong reputation in aviation, making it surprisingly solid—exactly the kind of school I was looking for. (In foreign education systems, many universities are known for specific departments, so even small cities can host excellent schools that don't match the town's scale.)

Settling in was tough at first. Back in Korea, English classes were all about exams. Even the TOEIC and TOEFL prep I'd done in college revolved around question banks, not real conversation. So when I arrived, I struggled to actually use English.

With no Koreans around, I had no support. I found an apartment—well, a "flat," basically a single-room studio—on my own. I furnished it with awkward secondhand items and somehow made it livable. Three other students, all flatmates, lived in the same building.

For six months, I lived like a monk, studying English nonstop. It paid off—my practical skills improved, and the fear of speaking began to fade.

But once I got comfortable, that problem surfaced: my sex drive.

Back in Korea, I'd never been without a girlfriend. Tall, decent-looking, from a good school—I always had attention. Whenever I broke up, I'd find someone new right away. And of course, sex was part of every relationship.

Now, here I was, thousands of miles from home, living like a celibate monk for the sake of English. The only relief? My Korean girlfriend sending me dirty videos and photos—stuff I'd jerk off to and call it a night.

As a language student trying to save money, I couldn't afford to pay for sex. (Though yes, massage parlors and similar places exist abroad too.)

Then one weekend, I was drinking beer at home with my flatmates. All guys, so naturally the talk turned to women and sex. That's when I learned about dating sites—specifically, a site called Find Adult Friends, blocked in Korea by government censorship.

Through that site, I discovered people looking for one-on-one dates, swinging, threesomes, even group sex.

What a goldmine. I signed up immediately and crafted a careful profile.

I uploaded photos of my well-toned body, and even took a picture of my dick—pretty big for a Korean guy—and posted it. To my surprise, messages started pouring in.

Most were from couples looking for a third in a threesome.

That's how I ended up having my first threesome with a white couple. I learned that white men's dicks were often much larger than mine—mine being decent by Korean standards at about 16 cm when fully erect. But I also discovered that my younger, energetic cock turned white women on.

Once you've tasted meat, even a temple flea won't stay celibate. My language study suddenly had a new kind of pleasure. Now, my life was perfect: studying English, having sex, and improving my real-life conversation skills with my partners. I was seeing my goals and getting my rocks off—killing two birds with one stone.

It wasn't frequent, but about twice a month, I'd get invited and finally ride the "white mare" I'd only heard about before.

For three months, my life was paradise: studying hard on weekdays, fucking on weekends.

Then, with about three months left in my year-long program, an email arrived from a couple on the dating site. They lived not far from me—Chinese immigrants.

From the photos we exchanged, they looked good. We agreed to meet that weekend.

I followed their address and found a massive, luxurious house.

I'd seen news stories about wealthy Chinese investing abroad, buying property, collecting rent. But this couple owned a huge home that seemed absurd for their age—five bedrooms, three lounges, even a swimming pool.

We spoke in English.

They'd immigrated five years ago. Married for eight years, both 34. From the look of the house, no kids.

It was strange—two people living in such a massive place. And it wasn't just the size. The furniture, appliances—everything was opulent.

Coming from a typical 30-pyeong Korean apartment, I couldn't help but wonder: What the hell do these people do for money?

The man introduced himself as James Wang, the woman as Grace Wang.

Over 165 cm tall, glamorous, with a V-line jaw—rare among Chinese women, who often have rounder faces and slightly slanted eyes. Most Chinese men are short and stocky, women petite and plump. But James and Grace didn't fit that image at all.

As we talked, the reason emerged. Both claimed Korean ancestry. Their ancestors had lived near Baekdu Mountain, but when the land became part of China in the 17th or 18th century, they naturally became Chinese. In the early 20th century, their families moved to Shanghai and built wealth there.

Their parents had been high-ranking Communist Party officials who retained ownership of vast real estate even after China's opening. Now, they had so much wealth they could live off it forever. (In reality, rich Chinese or Russians abroad usually fall into two categories: those who kept assets from the Communist era, and those who made fortunes after opening by riding capitalism.)

As we chatted, James suggested we enjoy the spa together. Spa? What spa?

We walked to the backyard. There it was—a spa I'd never seen before.

They said we should all strip and go in. Well, we were here for a threesome, so I didn't hesitate. We stripped completely and stepped into the hot water.

Grace's body was incredible. Breasts easily over B-cup, maybe C-cup, a waist still tight with no belly fat, and wide, lush hips. She was on another level compared to the white women in their 30s I'd been with.

Her pubic hair was perfectly trimmed. Shaved completely around her pussy, with a neat triangle of hair above. Cute, delicate—done with care.

The spa was amazing. Soaking in water around 38°C felt incredible. In countries without public bathhouses like Korea, this was the only way to truly relax your body. I half-joked to myself that my skin might start peeling off from how soft it felt.

As I soaked, I felt a soft touch on my cock. Grace's gentle hand was stroking me.

At 24, my body was already primed—my dick had been half-hard for a while. The moment her fingers touched me, blood surged, veins bulging like it might explode.

Grace guided me and James to sit on the edge of the spa.

James, about 180 cm tall, had a cock that matched mine—impressive for an Asian man. Same length, maybe 16 cm when hard. Mine was slightly thicker.

Grace took both our dicks in her hands and started sucking each one, alternating slowly.

Her oral skills were unreal. I felt dizzy with pleasure.

We moved naturally inside the house. Grace put a condom on me, then turned and leaned over, presenting herself to James, who sat on the sofa. She began sucking his cock.

I pushed my dick into her pussy.

There's no mistaking it—Asian pussy has a unique taste. Grace's welcomed me like an old friend.

I thrust into her slick, clinging walls. Totally different from Western women.

Western pussies tend to be drier-looking, with less fatty tissue, longer, wider, deeper. But Grace's? Now that was delicious. Just like my Korean girlfriends back home—tight, wet, perfect.

Then Grace laid James down on the sofa, climbed on top, and took the condom off my dick. She started sucking me again.

This—this—was the essence of a threesome: being serviced by a woman's mouth and pussy at the same time.

I could feel the rhythm of James's cock moving inside her as her lips wrapped around mine.

That night, James and I took turns fucking Grace's pussy until dawn. It was the happiest night I'd had since arriving for my language study.

The next morning, we did it again. Then, over breakfast, I got an outrageous offer.

They'd learned I was living in a flat. James and Grace suggested I move into their house for the remaining three months of my program.

No rent. They said they were lonely in such a big house. Why not?

I was stunned.

Sure, we'd had sex, but that was about pleasure, not emotion. We'd just met yesterday. Was this some kind of miracle? Or a trap?

I hesitated, weighing the offer. But in the end, I accepted.

That weekend, I packed all my things and moved into their guest room.