Oneshot Girl Group

~Datzu~

                           ~Datzu~
            {Kim DahyunxChou Tzuyu}
           it's a little bit contaminated                             
                   with sexual scenes                            
                      [Genderberder]
                            [boyxgirl]

Like any self-respecting city, women can't help but babble and eavesdrop on other people's secrets.  A woman in that neighborhood immediately told of the fateful discovery that the former owner of a fine modern house had sold his property to a man.  She didn't make it out to much immediately but word of her spread after days as she quickly made the rounds of the neighborhood.  And as soon as Dahyun discovered that a new neighbor had moved in next to her house, she was perplexed.  She couldn't help but think how strange it was that a neighbor, just arriving, could knock on her door and welcome himself in by introducing himself.  Dahyun had lived there for four years and had always gotten along well with all of her neighbors, but the latter seemed to want more than just a neighbor talk.  Dahyun was an acclaimed literature professor at Seoul Private University who had received several awards for helping many young people to become righteous and ambitious people.  Even though she was young, she had the spirit and desire to change today's kids.  Even as a thirty-year-old woman who lived alone at home with a small dog, she made friends and sometimes went out with them on the weekends.  She was an ordinary city dweller but living in a wealthy neighborhood.  In fact, the man who showed up at the door looked familiar and immediately struck a button with the woman but the latter seemed a bit skeptical about her.  The man's name was Tzuyu, he was a popular surgeon at the Seoul hospital and the only thing that made him change his mind about his new place to live was the divorce he had with his ex-wife.  He had no children, she said she was in pain she hadn't had time for the much work he had, but would like to have one when he would be interested in meeting a woman again.  Dahyun saw him as a bit presumptuous but his good looks made him forget everything and let him into the house.  He further said that he was young and had only been working for the hospital for two years.  In fact, the man was young and athletic ready to be immediately on track with some new relationship.  He could be almost twenty-six and immediately look for someone in some bar being a wealthy man and living in such a neighborhood.  But he inevec was talking to Dahyun, a woman who had always been alone and had a three-year relationship broken up a year ago.  It seemed too suspicious to him, why stop and talk to her instead of going to some younger neighbor?  Maybe he reminded him of his ex-wife of him?  Or did he love cultured women?  But in the end, he knew very little about her life and had not mentioned her entire career but only her work.  He doubted whether it was an obsession with work or a kind of desperation at the sight of an older woman.  In fact the man later invited her to her house for a dinner, the woman could not refuse him and she accepted her invitation.  Only when the time came, Dahyun began to dress and as soon as he got out of her house and knocked on the door, he realized that the man wasn't in her house, at least as far as she understood.  He walked around the house looking a bit in the windows confused to see all the lights closed except one.  It was the one in the bathroom.  He knew he didn't have to look, but curiosity always gets the better of these situations.  He crouched under the window and then slowly raised his head, taking a look inside the bathroom.  The smell of musk he found by the low wall behind him gave the atmosphere a sense of danger.  An annoying notice told her not to look but it got interesting as soon as she saw the man wanking.  That man's face was so much stressed and whipped with his eyes closed and his lip that he bit viciously with tension.  He must have been at the peak of his session as soon after he made a weird motion down his length spraying his cum into the bathroom toilet.  The dim light from the street lamp near the house made her sexual needs all the more visible.  She then saw her boxer shorts and pants lift up.  Dahyun thought that now the man would surely open the door but before she hurried to the entrance, she saw the man's phone open.  She tried to figure out what was written above her but the only thing she saw was a picture of her.  She thought he might be a perverted man who loves his shapes and his looks but the photo didn't seem to be taken as she left her house but rather from her school.  Dahyun opened his eyes and then saw again the bathroom that the man was still trying to clean up after the mess.  Another thing showed itself over the bathroom sink: a flood of photos of her were scattered there inside her as if they were papers that didn't want to be seen.  The man then looked around her again not understanding why he suspected that someone was watching.  Dahyun ran to the door and straightened her clothes.  She gasped for breath and then waited for the man.  The lights came on immediately seconds later.  The man appears at the door with an apron and a flamboyant smile.  "You came! I'm sorry I didn't open you, I was checking the oven, I don't want dinner to burn," he replied as if the unthinkable hadn't happened.  The man let her in and take off her coat.  He sat her down in one of the chairs at the table, there were only two chairs, and then told him to wait a moment.  Dahyun looked around.  It looked like a classic divorced man's house, nothing to worry about.  Most of the windows were open and everything could be seen entirely from them, even from the outside.  He watched as Tzuyu approached the table placing plates at tables.  Then he heard a wake-up call, or rather the deafening sound of a bell.  Tzuyu signaled to start eating without him as he went to check in the kitchen: it must be some cake or other dish.  Tzuyu approached the table after a while, seeing that Dahyun hadn't yet put his fork on his plate.  The woman gave a little thank you for the meal with her then she ate with the man.  She looked at his hands hoping she cleaned them after her sex session inside the bathroom, but she seemed like a clean man and diligent about hygiene so she didn't worry too much.  She let herself be fooled by her bewitching smile and slowly ate her food.  It was a somewhat stressful and ambiguous evening for Dahyun since he hadn't gone to dinner for a long time as if it were a date with a man but at the same time the memory of that incident in the bathroom catapulted into his mind when he saw the cream cake made by Tzuyu right in front of him.  That white cream reminded her of man's sperm and that cake had such a sour taste because of the lemon that even with that sweet and slightly sugary cream it was not possible to allay the bitterness of the lemon.  Perhaps it was a voluntary choice or a recipe error.  They said goodbye after a little talk about cakes.  Dahyun left the house with a sigh of relief realizing that he had dined with a man who had masturbated before sitting at the table with her with photos of her taken secretly.  She made her way to her house noting that the bathroom light had gone on again as she glimpsed the man again having his sex session there.  She wondered why she did it and so frequently.  She conceded defeat and returned home, after all even if the man was half obsessed with masturbation, she had eaten well and her company had been magnificent, perhaps she should care about that defect of hers and invite him to her house she.  She should have thought about it but her fear that she might masturbate in the bathroom was stronger than the pleasure of inviting that man to her house