The afternoon was warm, the hum of cicadas filling the sleepy street. Jungkook leaned lazily against her bedroom window, the thin curtains barely shielding her from the bright sun. She wore a short silk robe, loosely tied, her bare tits brushing against the fabric every time she shifted.

She had just put Jiwon down for his afternoon nap — he slept more these days, drained from pain and meds. With the house quiet, she needed something, anything, to distract her restless body.

That’s when she saw the truck pull up to the empty house next door.

Three men climbed out.

Her breath hitched.

The first — tall, broad, with a square jaw and dark hair falling across his forehead — carried a box like it weighed nothing. His shirt clung to his chest, sweat already making it see-through.

The second was bigger, thicker, with muscles that looked carved from stone. He peeled off his shirt immediately, revealing deep abs and arms lined with veins as he hoisted furniture from the truck. The sight made her thighs clench hard.

And the third… smaller, leaner, with a lazy smile and sharp eyes that flicked around like he owned the world. He carried less, but the way he moved — slow, deliberate — sent heat straight to her cunt.

Koo’s lips parted as she pressed closer to the window. The robe slipped open, exposing her tits, but she didn’t care. Her nipples were already hard, grazing the glass.

She dragged her gaze over them, one by one, her pussy clenching. Fuck… They were everything her husband no longer was: strong, able, full of life and testosterone. They lifted, pushed, shouted to each other in deep voices, sweat rolling down their skin.

Her hand drifted to her thigh, sliding under the robe. Just watching them made her wet. The way their muscles flexed as they moved heavy furniture, the way they laughed together, raw and loud — she imagined being tossed between them like one of those boxes.

She gasped softly when the thick one — the one with the heavy arms — wiped his face with his shirt, flashing the deep cut of his abs. A drop of sweat ran down his chest, disappearing under his waistband. Her pussy twitched violently.

She rubbed herself faster, biting her lip to keep quiet. Jiwon was asleep just down the hall. If he knew his wife was standing half-naked at the window, touching herself while strangers moved in next door—

The thought made it filthier.

She rocked her hips against her fingers, moaning softly into her palm. Her eyes never left the men. The tall one bent to lift a heavy chair, muscles rippling across his back, and Koo nearly came just watching.

The lean one smirked at something, licking his lips as he leaned against the truck. For a second, her heart stopped — had he seen her? Was he looking right at her window?

Her clit throbbed under her fingers. She couldn’t stop.

Her orgasm rushed through her, thighs trembling, tits pressing against the glass. She muffled her scream with her hand, body convulsing as she came just from watching them.

When it was over, she slumped against the frame, sweat dripping down her spine, pussy still throbbing.

“Fuck…” she whispered, staring out at them with glassy eyes.

Her new neighbours.

Her new temptation.