Plert stared at the apartment window open to the street beside it. His phone screen glowed faintly in his hand. "Okay, next class at Building Number 02," he muttered. His voice raspy, piercing the darkness of the quiet apartment.
A gust of wind sent a crumpled sheet of paper flying. It fluttered and stuck right to his face. Plert snatched it with one hand—dry, dusty. He folded it roughly. Stuffed it into his pocket. Then grabbed his backpack. The apartment door closed behind him with a soft hiss. The elevator hummed down to the empty lobby.
In front of the door, Plert pressed the bell. "Ma'am, I'm here," he said. His voice a bit hoarse. His throat felt dry.
"Yeah, one sec," a woman's voice replied from inside. Soft but tired. Followed by approaching footsteps.
The door opened. Revealing the woman in the doorway. Her smile widened even though her eyes were half-closed. Behind her, a little kid peeked from between her legs. Tiny fingers clutching the hem of her mom's shirt.
"Whoa, the teacher's here!" she greeted.
"Hi, Teacher," the kid mumbled. His small voice echoing in the hallway. His body took half a step forward. But he stayed glued to his mom.
"Hi," Plert replied. His smile thin as he set his bag on the floor. The kid stepped forward again. His brows furrowed. Brown eyes full of worry. "Teacher... my test paper got lost at school."
Plert nodded. His backpack zipper rasped as he opened it. He pulled out the paper he'd caught earlier—a test sheet covered in red pen marks. Faint under the hallway light. The kid's eyes widened. His mouth dropped open.
"I found this on the street," Plert said. Flat tone. As he handed it over.
The kid snatched it. His eyes darting from the paper to Plert's face. "H-hic!" His heavy breath finally escaped. A thin smile bloomed as his fingers grabbed the sheet. Plert lifted his chin. His gaze tracing the plain white ceiling. Today's schedule danced in his head: class after class. Non-stop.
My name's Plert. My life's pretty ordinary. Like millions of other guys in this city—standard university grad. Chasing that stable civil servant dream. After graduation? Nothing. Got stuck as a private tutor.
At first, I imagined it'd be a chance. Respected. Decent pay. Turns out, parents' nagging always stings. "Just a home tutor," they'd whisper. Eating away at my pride. My schedule's packed like a machine. Alive but not really living.
"Ahh, tired," I sighed as I walked along the wet sidewalk from last night's rain. My worn-out shoes splashing through puddles annoyingly. "If I don't snag new students, the boss'll chew me out. How do I make a kid bad at math suddenly ace English?"
My eyes drifted to a fancy cafe in the elite housing complex. Sparkling windows. Warm lights welcoming from inside. Coffee aroma sneaking into my nose. Tempting. I pushed open the glass door—a soft ding echoed.
"One iced Americano," I ordered from the waiter wiping down a table.
He eyed me up and down. Eyes narrowing. "Sorry, sir. Are you a resident here?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"This cafe's residents-only. We can't serve outsiders. Sorry."
"I'll pay cash. Please, just this once."
"Sorry. You can order at the shop across the street," he said flatly, pointing at the door.
"Whatever," I muttered. Turning around. Heat creeping up my cheeks. Ears burning.
Someone clapped my shoulder—firm but light. "Hey! You?"
I spun around quick. A beautiful woman stood there. Her smile stretching wide. "Uh... sorry, who?"
"You're Plert, right? It's me, Airum!"
"Airum? Ai?"
She hugged me before I could say more. Her arms wrapping tight around my back. Sweet perfume filling my lungs. Her body pressed against mine—solid, warm—making me wobble. "Ouch!" Instinct kicked in; my hands hugged back. Stiff but long enough to feel my heart pounding hard.
When the hug broke, my eyes accidentally dropped to Airum's chest. Full shape. Tight under her thin blouse. Rising and falling with her breaths. My heart jolted again.
"How've you been? Living around here too?" she asked brightly.
"Not in this apartment. Next one over..."
"Next over? Prugio? Or Hill State?" Her eyes sparkled innocently.
Those two names burned my ears—sky-high rents. "Nah... just the regular one," I replied quick. My voice pitching up half an octave.
"No biggie! Glad I ran into you again. Hope you're staying healthy."
"You too," I said back. Stiff smile stuck on my lips.
She glanced at my backpack. Faded tutoring center logo on the side. "Oh, private tutor?"
I hurriedly yanked the bag behind me. Hand hiding it behind my legs.
"Hmm... wait." Her smile widened. "Plert, if you want, I can introduce you to some moms. Yesterday they were talking about looking for tutors for their kids. Coincidentally, I'm about to grab coffee with them."
My mouth opened to refuse. But Airum was already tugging my hand.
She dragged me to the corner table. Where two young moms chatted casually. Steam rising from their coffee cups. They were stylish—neat hair. Branded clothes.
"Hey sis, this is my friend, he's a tutor," Airum said. Grinning wide.
"Uh... hi," I greeted. Hand half-raised.
"Ooo, nice to meet you!" the first one said.
"You're a pretty handsome tutor," the second teased. Her soft laugh echoing. Eyes winking flirtily.
"This is Ms.Jui, and this is Ms.Mia," Ai introduced her two friends.
"Go on, introduce yourself," she urged. Patting my back.
I introduced myself slowly. Then demonstrated my teaching style and the tutoring packages. Didn't expect it, but some of them were interested; I gave my business card to all of them.
"Thanks, Ai," I said after the others left. My shoulders a bit relaxed.
We walked out of the cafe. Morning breeze tousling Airum's hair. "You haven't changed a bit," she said. Glancing at me.
"Oh... actually, you're still super pretty," I replied. My gaze straight to her eyes.
Her face flushed. "Hah? No need to sweet-talk a mom like me," she said. Smile widening. Tone mixing shy and pleased.
"You married?" My voice sounded more shocked than I meant. Airum was the prettiest girl in school back then, tons of guys tried to approach her. And her beauty hasn't faded at all now.
"Just found out? Hehe. What about you?"
"Still single."
"Single?" She stepped closer. Body leaning in. Voice dropping like a secret. "Oho, bet tons of girls crush on you. Hehe."
"Anyway, you're probably busy. If you have time, let's catch up again over beers sometime."
"Sure!"
"See ya! Hope your classes go smooth," she said. Waving her hand.
Didn't expect to run into Ai here. She's still as kind as ever.
Plert pressed the doorbell. He heard hurried sounds from inside—quick steps. The door flew open wide. Jui, a housewife with two kids, stood there, breaths ragged. Her hair a bit messy, faint dark circles under her eyes. On the floor behind, toys scattered like a tiny battlefield. A baby swing rocked gently in the living room corner. "Come in," she said hurriedly. Her voice soft.
Plert stepped inside. Jui led him to Seo's room. Her steps careful on the wooden floor sticky in spots. She carried a tiny baby in her arms—Jun, maybe—who'd just woken up, eyes sleepy but hands clutching his mom's shoulder tight.
"Hi, you must be Seo," Plert greeted. Crouching to the kid's level, who stood in the doorway, body inching back slowly.
"I don't wanna study," Seo whined. Fingers gripping the doorframe harder.
Jui hissed softly. Her face heating as she bent to tidy toys near their feet. "Seo, sit properly?!" Her voice rose a bit. Her eyes flicked to Plert briefly—a silent apology there.
"Ma'am, relax. Let me handle it," Plert said. "Yeah, Teacher," Jui replied softly. Her gaze lingering on Plert's eyes—calm, trustworthy. She turned and left the room. Her short skirt flipping up briefly from the AC breeze. Revealing the firm curve of her ass. Plert's eyes dropped for a second. Breath caught. Damn, he thought. But he quickly shifted his gaze to the wall.
In the room, Plert crouched again. "This part's super ugly, huh?" he asked Seo.
"Yeah, totally ugly!" Seo chimed in excitedly. Body scooting to the table. Eyes sparkling.
Soon, the door creaked open softly. Jui entered with a small tray—neatly sliced chocolate cake, juice in a glass. "Feel free to eat while you work," she said. As she bent to set the snacks on the table, her blouse buttons gaped a bit. Revealing smooth white skin. Plert glanced without meaning to. Face heating. Ears red. But Jui didn't notice and left again. Sat on the living room sofa visible from the bedroom doorway.
Plert heard a cry break from there. Jun getting really fussy now. His wails small but piercing. Jui murmured softly, "Oh... feeding time." She lifted Jun higher. Plert stole a glance toward the sofa. Jui unbuttoned her blouse one by one with her free hand. Her breast, wet with milk, exposed. Nipple full and damp. "Ugh, these are too big," she muttered briefly, guiding the nipple to Jun's mouth, which latched on greedily. Soft slurps echoing faintly. Warmth surged over her. She undid the other button. Pulled the fabric aside. Both breasts hanging free. Swaying with her hand rubbing Jun's back. Her eyes heavy. Sleep creeping in. She stretched out on the sofa. Dozed off deeply. Steady breaths. Skirt hiked up, showing white panties on her thighs.
"I'll be right back, bathroom break," Plert said to Seo. Standing and opening the door.
He stepped out. Door clicked softly...
"Wha...??"
Plert opened the door. Soft click.
His steps halted. Breath hitched.
On the sofa, Jui slept soundly. The spotlight lamp illuminated her body. Her blouse buttons wide open, exposing both breasts. Her skin pale and smooth. Her left breast wet and glistening from Jun's sucking. Nipple swollen, deep brownish hue. Her right breast hung full, nipple seeming hard and moist from the air.
Plert heard a tiny sound. Soft hisses and eager sucking from Jun's mouth. The noise echoed in the quiet room. He also caught a scent. A mix of bath soap and slightly sweet, warm breast milk filling the air.
Blood rushed to his face, to his groin. He felt heat in his lower belly. His throat parched. He wanted to look away, but his eyes were glued. He saw a small droplet of milk trickling from the unsuckled nipple. He saw Jui's limp hand draped beside her breast. Jui's skirt hiked high, revealing white thighs and simple white panties hinting at the shape beneath.
Plert stood frozen like a statue. Spectator to an intensely private scene. He felt like a thief, but his feet rooted to the floor. A strange tremor at his fingertips. Forbidden desire and guilt churning in his chest.
... To be continued...