Korean Chronicles

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That was my first year in Korea. Since it was the first time our school had enrolled international students, they didn't have any experience and didn't provide us with dedicated dormitories. They just set aside a section for us in the existing student dorms. At the time, I was the only Chinese student among all the international students. I was assigned to a dormitory with two Saudis and an American. Because of the strong body odor of Middle Eastern people, I couldn't stand it after a few days, so I applied for a housing allowance and moved into a family-run apartment in a building near the school. I'm of Korean ethnicity, and although my Korean wasn't very good, communicating with this family wasn't a big problem.

It was a family of four. The husband, in his early thirties, worked on construction sites and was very busy, often working for several days in a row. He reportedly earned over 600,000 won (equivalent to about 4,000 RMB) in three days.

The woman was a few years younger than her husband, twenty-seven at the time. Although not exceptionally beautiful, she had delicate features, fair skin, and a good figure. She especially possessed the typical virtuous character of a Korean woman, always smiling and showing off her pearly white teeth. My two children, a four-year-old boy and a two-year-old girl, run around the house all day, or peek at what I'm doing from my bedroom door. I don't really like kids, so I usually ignore them. Sometimes, when they get really annoying, I curse them in Chinese: "Fuck your mother!" It feels especially good to curse them in front of the young woman; she just smiles after I do it. The first year of school wasn't too demanding. After class in the morning, I usually went home, did some homework, drew sketches, studied Korean, and then watched TV and chatted with the young woman. She didn't work; she got married after graduating from university and had been staying home to take care of the housework and children ever since. Since we were about the same age, and I was a foreigner, we had a lot to talk about, and we quickly became very familiar with each other. She wasn't as reserved as before, and she started calling me by my nickname instead of the respectful "Mrs. XX." I also started calling her "Noona" (a term of endearment for married women in Koreans) instead of "Azuma" (a term of endearment for married women in Koreans). At that time, apart from occasionally visiting brothels with that American guy from school, I didn't have a stable sex life. So at home, I often fantasized about Jung-sook's plump buttocks. But even if I had those thoughts, I wouldn't dare to do anything inappropriate, knowing that her husband was very strong. But fate had other plans, and what was bound to happen still happened!

One night, I came home drunk after drinking with my classmates. When Jung-sook saw me staggering around, she scolded me while helping me into the room, making up the bed for me, and making me lie down. Actually, I wasn't as drunk as I seemed. Korean soju is strong but not that intoxicating. Although my body wasn't very responsive, my mind was still clear. I was just a little tipsy. I was lying in bed, and Sister Zhengshu was bending over to help me take off my shirt. My attention, however, was drawn to her full breasts. "Sister~~~~" She hummed in response and continued taking off my socks. "What's wrong?" I pointed to her chest. "It's wet." She looked down, her face flushed red, and she rolled her eyes at me before turning and running away.

It turned out that the area around her breasts was wet from something, clinging tightly to her breasts and clearly showing the outline of her nipples. From what I observed, it was definitely breast milk, because I had seen her breastfeeding her daughter a few times in the mornings. Although the girl could eat solid food, it seemed she hadn't been weaned yet. After

lying there for a while, my dizziness subsided, and I got out of bed to get some water. When I came out of the room, I found her lying on her side on the floor, propping her head up with her hand, watching TV. I plopped down on the sofa behind her. Sister Zhengshu turned around, her face still flushed. "Are you thirsty?" I nodded and noticed she had changed into a short-sleeved shirt. Sister Zhengshu took a water bottle from the refrigerator for me. I downed half of it in one go. Seeing that she was still waiting, I handed her the bottle. She took it and put it back in the refrigerator, then came back and sat down on the floor against the sofa. I glanced at her sideways and said, "Sister, the child is so big, why are you still breastfeeding? I heard it affects a woman's figure." Sister Zhengshu's face turned red again, this time even her ears turned red. She turned around and punched my leg hard. I yelled exaggeratedly, and Sister Zhengshu's eyes widened: "The children are asleep, don't wake them up." I groaned and rubbed my leg. She ignored me and focused on watching TV. For a while, neither of us spoke. I sat there for a while, feeling bored, and went back to my room to sleep.

Since it was Sunday, I slept until after ten o'clock. After waking up, I felt a little regretful about what happened last night: I should have been less frivolous with her... Just as I was lost in thought, the door suddenly opened a crack, and Sister Zhengshu's son poked his head in. Seeing me looking at him, he quickly pulled his head back and shouted from outside, "Mom~ Mom~ Brother's awake!" Damn it, this little rascal, I call your mom "sister" and you call me "brother," isn't that a generational difference? "Jun! Come out for dinner!" Sister Zhengshu called me from outside. I lazily got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, plucked two nose hairs, and looked in the mirror: Hmm, what an energetic young man.

While eating, I glanced at Sister Zhengshu, who was acting as usual, so I stopped thinking about it and focused on my meal. After only a few bites, Sister Zhengshu asked if I had anything planned for the day. I said no, and she raised an eyebrow and said casually, "Then come with me to go shopping." So we went, and with the two chattering little ones, the four of us made it feel like a family. I was secretly delighted, though. Before we got out of the taxi, the driver said to me, "Your son looks a lot like your wife." I chuckled, and Sister Zhengshu blushed deeply. Before she could even retort, I pulled her out of the car. Watching the taxi drive away, Sister Zhengshu stomped her feet, "Look, look! I didn't even have time to explain! What are people going to think?" I pulled her into the supermarket, "Forget it, we're not familiar with each other anyway, what can we do if they misunderstand?" From the basement to the top floor, Sister Zhengshu didn't give me a good look, and she stuffed all the vegetables, meat, drinks, and alcohol she bought into my hands, making me so tired that my back ached and my arms felt like they were about to fall off. But Sister Zhengshu completely ignored my exhaustion and walked around the mall with great enthusiasm. I protested many times, but it was no use until she had finished shopping.

An accident occurred as we were leaving the mall. Zhengshu's daughter, perhaps because she hadn't seen sunlight in a long time, ran excitedly down the steps in front of the mall. Zhengshu kept calling back and hurriedly chased after her, but she tripped and fell. I put down what I was carrying and took a few steps to help her up. "Are you alright, sister? How are you?"

She looked up at her daughter, who had somehow returned to her side, and breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm fine,"

she said, standing up with my help. She took a step and cried out, "Ouch!" I quickly asked what was wrong. Zhengshu gasped, "My ankle!"

I knelt down and rolled up her trouser leg to examine it. From the outside, it didn't look like anything serious, but she cried out in pain at the slightest touch; it seemed quite twisted. I wanted to take her to the hospital, but Zhengshu insisted on staying home and letting her rest.

I helped her into a taxi, put the two children and the groceries in the car, and told the driver where to go
.

I got out of the car at the building entrance and looked at Sister Zhengshu, who was still grinning and tucking her legs in. I thought to myself , "I'm going to be exhausted today." I told the two kids to watch the things, and then I squatted down in front of Sister Zhengshu. "Come on, I

'll carry you up." Sister Zhengshu said no, she could go up by herself. I glared at her, and she pouted and stopped talking. I leaned back and pulled her hands onto my shoulders, then pulled her forward. Sister Zhengshu's soft body pressed against my back. I felt a secret thrill. Then I grabbed her legs and stood up. Sister Zhengshu's two soft breasts were pressed tightly against my back. I could almost feel her nipples touching my back: it seemed she wasn't wearing a bra! I deliberately twisted my body and finally confirmed the accuracy of my feeling. She really wasn't wearing one.

Jung-sook seemed to sense our close contact and shifted restlessly. Her breasts squeezing and twisting against my back made me weak all over. "Jung-sook, can you please not move? I need to go up the stairs." Jung-sook obediently lay on my back, and I carried her step by step up to the fourth floor, feeling the warmth and softness of her breasts. Time really flies; it seemed like we were home in the blink of an eye. What a bummer!

The first thing I did when I got home was to treat her injury. It seemed Korean soju wouldn't work, so I had Jung-sook sit on the sofa and took out the Sanjiu Longbin liquor I'd kept for myself from the room to rub on her wound. Even though I didn't have any liniment, this would do; the effect should be similar, right?

As soon as I took off Jung-sook's socks, she struggled, saying she didn't need me and wanted to treat herself. I looked up at her flushed face and said sternly, "Jung-sook, if you keep acting up, I won't be excited!"

She calmed down, glanced at the two children watching the commotion, and then
said in a voice barely above a whisper, "Be gentle... I'm afraid of pain..."

I opened the bottle, poured some liquor into my palm, and applied it to her injury. Then I placed her foot on my knee and gently massaged it. To be honest, I wasn't really sure if this would work, but a massage should help, right?

At first, I was able to focus on my treatment, but gradually my attention was drawn to Jung-sook's small feet. I had never really appreciated a woman's feet before, and now, at such close range, they were truly captivating, and the more I looked, the more beautiful they seemed.

Jung-sook's feet were small, and incredibly fair and delicate. The soles and ankles, which were in constant contact with shoes and socks, didn't have rough skin. The most beautiful part was her toes, each one perfectly rounded and soft, unlike my own, which were thick and hard. Her toenails were coated with a layer of glossy polish, making them look very translucent. I couldn't help but lean in and try to put them in my mouth, but I quickly regained my composure and restrained myself. However, I still couldn't resist taking a deep sniff. Jung-sook had walked for most of the day, yet her feet didn't smell bad at all; instead, they had a faint scent of soap! My movements became even gentler, and my hands no longer limited to her ankles but began to massage every part of her feet, all the while inhaling the intoxicating fragrance—and of course, the smell of white wine.

I was completely captivated by Jung-sook's beautiful feet, forgetting the time, the place, everything. All I could see were those delicate, alluring little feet. I was startled awake by a barely audible moan from Jung-sook. I hurriedly looked up, only to meet her flustered gaze. She quickly closed her eyes, turning her flushed face away, and gently tried to pull her foot out of my grasp. Seeing her shy expression, I felt dizzy, my heart pounding, and I almost couldn't control the urge to pounce on her.

Just then, my phone rang in the room. My hand instinctively loosened its grip, and Jung-sook seized the opportunity to pull her foot back, then curled up on the sofa, burying her face in her arms.

I sighed and went back to my room to answer the phone. When I came out, Jung-sook was no longer on the sofa, and her bedroom door was tightly closed. [The End]

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