Happy Time Interrupted

Ryung lay on his bed, and gazed at the landscapes hanging on his bedroom walls, enjoying the solitude. He had started painting in water colors from a very young age. His first attempts were quite awful; he had never been naturally gifted, like some of the other artistically inclined children. But with enough practice, what had seemed forever out of reach became achievable.

His favorite creation was framed in oak on the wall above the desk containing his art supplies. A surreal magical forest, done in rich oil paints, with a gingerbread and candy hut next to a pond in the center of the forest. The hut had a single window visible, with a warm fire's glow. A trail of breadcrumbs led through the forest to the hut. However, the painting wasn't as simple as it seemed. If one looked closely, some of the candy canes seemed to closely resemble human bones, and the smiles of the gingerbread men bore a suspicious resemblance to screams.

The painting was based on the original Hansel and Gretel fairy tale. In the original fairy tale, a pair of children abandoned in the forest follow a trail of crumbs to a gingerbread house, lured by a witch who intends to cook and eat them. Ryung had always found the imagery of this dark story both haunting and fascinating. The children believe they have found salvation, even as they willingly march toward a potential doom. But, in their innocence, all they see are the sweet candies and bright colors that mask the rot and corruption.

Ryung had spent countless evenings staring at his painting, imagining different scenarios playing out in that forest. He glanced at the clock on the table; he was pleased to see he still had another half hour before he had to go downstairs for dinner. He took off his socks and tossed them on the floor, then stripped off the pair of jeans he had been wearing, and pulled his quilted spread up to his neck.

He stared at the painting, and imagined himself walking toward the gingerbread hut while birds chirped and cicadas whirred. He knocked on the door and waited.

Chun-Hei's melodic voice called out, "Ryung, you're just in time. I've prepared some delectable treats for you. Why don't you come in?" He took that as an invitation, and opened the door.

Inside the hut, there were paintings on the wall, a pair of chairs and a table, but Ryung only had eyes for Chun-Hei. She stood in the center of the hut, nude except for an incredibly sexy white apron with a winking heart emoji emblazoned below her ample, firm breasts. The material was sheer, and her nipples poked through it. Her long, slender legs were bare, and, in her hands, she held a tray of his favorite mint cookies.

Casting a seductive look his way, she said, "I prepared these mint cookies just the way you like them, honey." He could feel himself getting hard. However, he didn't want to finish too soon, so he reigned himself in.

A clever and satisfying thought came to him, "Chun-Hei, it looks like the oven is a bit dirty. Why don't you turn around, and clean it?"

"If that's what you want, of course I'll clean the oven. Take these cookies first, though." She handed him the tray of cookies. But he didn't care about the cookies anymore, so the tray disappeared. He waited, in anticipation, as she flashed a smile and turned around, exposing her exquisite backside.

He marveled at how tight her ass was. But the view was too flawless, in a way that made it seem unreal. But that could easily be fixed. Suddenly, there was a long, jagged scar right above her left kidney. He found himself getting harder.

She looked over her shoulder, and flashed him a bashful look, "I hope you don't mind my scar. I was attacked by a wild dog when I was a child, and it never healed correctly."

He gave her a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, I think you're perfect just the way you are."

He stroked himself in all the right places, and got ready for what he knew was going to be an incredible finale, "Chun-Hei, I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes, and don't open them until I tell you." She closed her eyes, and he grabbed her ass, and gave it a hard squeeze. She let out a low moan.

"Is it a big surprise?" She asked, throatily.

"Oh, it's definitely bigger than you imagine. One might say, it's the surprise of a lifetime!" He affirmed, as he moved forward, gripping his member harder.

Just as he was going insert himself, the irritating voice of his little sister called out, "RYUNG, DINNER IS READY!!!"

This broke his imagining as surely as a hammer to glass. He went soft, and knew it was a lost cause, "Well, fuck!"