Chapter 1 — The Story of Kyung-hee 1 - The Strange Email

Grace Han tossed her shopping bags onto the table and sat before the mirror, wiping off her makeup with cleansing cream.

She quickly finished washing her face and pulled clothes from the shopping bag.

Unfolding the black lingerie she'd bought under Sarah Lee's teasing encouragement from the lingerie section, Grace Han's cheeks flushed red.

This was risqué lingerie she'd never have dared to buy—certainly not as someone usually so reserved.

And yet, women's hearts were full of contradictions.

Grace Han tossed aside her outer clothes and underwear and slipped the lingerie onto her bare skin.

She stepped toward the mirror and looked at herself.

Her full figure was fully exposed.

Only now did she realize how strikingly sexy the contrast of black lace against her pale skin truly was.

“What's the point of wearing this? There's no one around to see me.”

As the thought lingered, she remembered the email she'd received yesterday.

She glanced at the wall clock.

It was almost midnight.

Grace Han turned on her computer and began checking her emails.

Did the email really come? Should I really follow through?

Lately, her life had felt unbearably dull—like a squirrel endlessly running on a wheel.

She had no real hobbies, no excitement—just a vague longing for something new, though nothing ever came.

Her eyes scanned the sender list.

"yawoo....bigman...sulung...master"

There it was—the last one. master, who had sent her the email yesterday.

Grace Han double-clicked with the mouse.

A few days ago, while working at Let's Go, an internet service provider, she had received an unusual email.

Her days were spent battling customer service calls, returning to her studio apartment exhausted, then mindlessly browsing her own website or foreign adult sites.

She had left a guestbook comment somewhere, and ever since, an email arrived every night at exactly 10 p.m.

The email from master claimed he could help her escape the swamp of loneliness and emptiness.

At first, she didn't understand what that meant.

But starting the next day, each email came with a single task to complete.

At first, she was puzzled, yet curious.

But she was too passive, too shy to comply.

Besides, she had no reason to obey someone whose identity she didn't know.

Still, night after night, the emails kept coming—and somehow, she began responding.

The anticipation of a new message acted like a mild stimulant.

It wasn't like a prank phone call.

She could simply ignore an email.

And yet, the messages from this stranger didn't frighten her or trigger strong resistance.

Whenever she saw her coworkers excitedly making weekend plans or talking about dates, Grace Han would feel petty jealousy and irritation. Now, for the first time, she felt as though something new was finally happening to her.

The emails varied, but most contained instructions like:

Imagine your ideal sex partner as you go to bed.
Think that someone is secretly watching your beautiful body from outside the window—pose seductively and tempt them.
The moment you read this, slide your hand into your panties and stimulate your erogenous zones.

[master here. I told you to check at exactly 10 p.m.
You really want to feel alive? Then you must never forget.
Check your email at exactly 10 p.m.
It's late, but here's today's task.
Do exactly as instructed—without thinking.
Today's task: From now on, never wear clothes at home.
See you tomorrow…]

She snorted a laugh. But part of her wondered—how did he know she'd opened it late?

Does he know me? Or did he see me come in from outside?

One thing was certain: someone, somewhere, was watching her.

Walk around naked?

It was an oddly embarrassing command.

Yet the emails were pulling her out of her dull routine, awakening a deep curiosity.

Grace Han approached the living room window and looked outside.

The spring night was still chilly, the streets dark.

She lowered the blinds.

Warmth from the room's lighting embraced the space.

With a slightly racing heart, Grace Han peeled off the lingerie.

Her full breasts swayed softly as she moved.

No one's watching. So what?

Naked, she walked to the kitchen.

Clothes—once always clinging to her skin like a second layer.

Now, the sensation of being completely bare sent a jolt through her. She felt moisture gathering between her legs.

She slid two frozen pizza slices into the microwave and turned it on.

Staring blankly at the rotating pizza, she caught her reflection in the microwave door.

Her naked body—flawless.

Who could he be?

Biting into the pizza, she thought of master.

He probably saw my homepage and sent it as a joke.
And he assumed I'd check late, so he wrote that message on purpose.

But the thought of herself, naked, obeying his command, sent another wave of wetness from her core.

Why am I like this? I really am getting turned on.

Grace Han slid her hand down to her mound.

Leaning back on the sofa, she began stroking her clit.

Her arousal seeped down, pooling around her anus.

She slid an index finger deep inside, stimulating herself more intensely.

"Uh... ah... ah..."

A soft moan slipped from her small mouth.

She raised her hand to her nipples, circling them slowly.

Her fingers glistened with her wetness—slick and warm.

She liked the feeling.

A faint, earthy scent of warm potatoes lingered.

Is this the smell of my pussy?

Grace Han was now completely aroused.

"Ah... ah... ah... uh... mm..."

As she approached climax, her back arched, her hand moving faster.

Then, suddenly, her motions stilled—her body trembling.

Grace Han was having an orgasm.

The next day, she felt oddly refreshed.

The idea of walking around naked at home gave her a quiet thrill.

“This is Grace Han from customer service.”

“Your email isn't coming through from Let's Go?”

“Really? Did you turn on your computer? If so, click on Control Panel.”

Her voice was brighter than usual.

After ending the call, Sarah Lee looked up as Grace Han removed her headset.

“You seem extra cheerful today. Anything good happen?”

“Good? Nothing at all.”

“Grace Han, come on. I can tell. You're totally different from yesterday. Spill it!”

“Am I? Well, today just feels lighter, somehow.”

Grace Han forced herself to sound casual, afraid of being found out.

“Besides, we didn't get many annoying calls today.”

Sarah Lee kept chattering.

“By the way, Grace Han, that girl Mi-yeon—remember? I ran into her during her day off near Hyehwa. Her boyfriend is so good-looking. These days, every girl has at least one guy by twenty. What about you? You should hurry before you're a year or two older.”

Sarah Lee had a boyfriend. Grace Han had never met him, but she'd heard he was handsome.

As Grace Han neared quitting time, she quickly tidied her desk and put on her coat.

“Leaving already?”

She turned—Mi-yeon.

“Yeah, I'm tired. Going home to rest.”

“You're always so pretty.”

“You're just saying that so I'll buy you dinner, aren't you? You sly little fox.”

Unable to brush her off, Grace Han ended up walking with her to Sincheon Station.

The chicken restaurant was packed.

“Let's order a bottle of soju.”

Before Grace Han could answer, Mi-yeon flagged down a busy server and ordered.

“Mi-yeon. Since we're outside, just call me Grace Han.”

“Got it, Grace Han. Cheers—bottoms up!”

Grace Han hadn't drunk in a while. After three shots, she was tipsy.

“Let's head out now.”

She paid the bill and stepped onto the street, coat in hand.

She checked her watch—9 p.m.

“Grace Han, why are you in such a rush? Trying to ditch me?”

Mi-yeon pouted.

“Grace Han, you live alone, right? I wish I could live by myself too.”

“You think living alone's great? Try cooking and doing laundry for a month. Then see if you still say that.”

“I'd still love to try it once.”

After parting ways with Mi-yeon at Yeoksam Station, Grace Han returned home—five minutes before 10 p.m.

Still tipsy, she quickly undressed.

Did he send another email today?

The email arrived exactly at 10 p.m.

[master here. You kept the promise today.

Good. Here is today's task.

Never close the blinds in the living room.

And the living room light must stay on until you fall asleep.]

Grace Han walked to the living room window and pulled up the blinds.

Across from her studio apartment stood an apartment building, two or three stories taller.

It wasn't late yet, and most of the windows were lit.

Could master be in one of those rooms? she wondered.

Then it hit her—she was standing there, completely naked.

Shame flushed her face.

She stepped back from the window.

Ah… why am I doing this? Why am I obeying him like this?

But the alcohol surged through her, and she headed to the bathroom.

She filled the tub with warm water and sank in.

Comfort washed over her.

Is this what it feels like inside a mother's womb?

Her pussy was faintly visible beneath the water.

She lifted one foot out—feeling the cool air.

After a long while, she stepped out, lathered soap all over her body.

After her shower, she wandered online aimlessly, finally falling asleep at one.

From then on, every night at 10 p.m., Grace Han received an email—and followed master's instructions without fail.

It was truly a new kind of stimulation.

Daily tasks demanded actions so different from her usual life.

Yet she agreed—this was her escape from monotony, even if brief.

And like a diligent student, she obeyed every word.

Now, she lived naked, windows open, surrendering herself completely to the unseen commands of master.