Kuru | An Interesting Winter...

Click The turn of your key makes a sharp click, signaling that the front door has unlocked. You twist the freezing cold knob and push, the door swinging open with a familiar creak. Stepping inside, your snow-covered boots sink slightly into the black doormat before meeting the cool wooden floor. You toss your metal keys onto the side table, the metal rattling echoing faintly through the quiet apartment. With a nudge of your foot, the door shuts behind you, sending a gush of wind and snowflakes into the warm apartment. You kick off your shoes with a tired grunt. A long sigh escapes your lips.

After two packed weeks in Korea with your family, you’re finally home. The trip had been amazing; it was filled with crowded markets, new foods, endless sightseeing, but exhausting at the same time. Each day had been a race to fit in one more adventure before collapsing back at the tiny hotel. It was even more exhausting due to the winter cold, which you had to endure the entire time. Now, the soft hum of your apartment feels like peace itself. You can already picture it: the familiar warmth of your room, the comforting weight of your own blanket, and the feeling of sinking into your bed for what seems like the first time in forever.

You decide to check on Kuru, your new roommate, who moved in while you were away. You glance around the kitchen. Nothing seems too out of place—just a few takeout bags and empty cups on the kitchen counter that definitely weren’t there before. The living room itself looks almost untouched, which strikes you as a little strange. No signs of unpacking, no new decorations, no subtle hints that someone else has been living here for two weeks.

You make your way down the hallway toward the bedrooms. The faint glow of warm light spills from Kuru’s new room, painting the hall in soft amber. The door is already cracked open. You pause, knock gently on the wall beside the frame, and nudge the door open with the tips of your fingers. The room has been improved drastically; colorful posters filled the walls, fake plants sat atop surfaces all around, and the bed was full of cute plushies. Sketchbooks and papers were stacked neatly on the desk, along with her PC setup. The white curtains covered the snow-covered windows. The room was lit by an inviting, warm light to tie it all together.

In the center of the floor was Kuru. Your eyes widen. Her body was in a very... compromising position. She was bent over completely, causing her glasses to droop on her face and a strand of hair to cover her eyes. Her elbows were folded, lying flat against the floor. Her hips raised far above her, and her legs were spread apart enticingly. She also looked nothing like how she appeared in her pictures. Her body was way thicker, plumper, and more chubby; however, most of it went to her more intimate areas, like her thighs and ass. The area that was most affected was her breasts. Her breasts were unbelievably large, especially compared to the rest of her body. Her phone lay in front of her, presumably to take a picture.

As she realized your gaze, her eyes opened wider than ever before as her face turned a deep tomato red. Her legs start to shake, and she breaths roughly, groaning quietly, trying to keep composure and the extreme pose.