Chapter 102
So I crushed the white fruit and smeared it on a scraped wound somewhere, and it healed right away. The moment I applied the juice from the white fruit, the bleeding stopped, and after a day, the scar had almost vanished. A few days later, even the scar was completely gone. I even tried it on folliculitis around my groin, and on a swollen boil on my butt—it cleared everything up. It was an amazing fruit for treating wounds, so I preserved it well and brought some to this world.
Han Yaseong took out two white fruits, crushed them with his teeth, and smeared them on the back of his hand. The moment the white juice touched the long gash, the bleeding stopped. He spat out all the crushed fruit from his mouth onto his hand, spreading it generously before wrapping it in a bandage. It would heal completely in a day now. No need for a hospital.
With the treatment done, Han Yaseong stepped out of the bathroom.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. The bleeding’s stopped. It wasn’t that deep.”
“Good. But you sure you don’t need a hospital?”
“No, I’m fine.”
They’d cleared away the broken table, so the space in front of the sofa was spotless.
“We wrecked an innocent table for nothing. Should’ve smashed your parents instead.”
“Right? Save your strength and use it on my dad later.”
“Your parents were weird and incomprehensible enough, but your folks? Totally baffling.”
“At least I’ve got money. You don’t even have that.”
“Showing off your wealth?”
“I’ll buy you a new table. I pick it, my taste.”
“Sure.”
The table didn’t matter. Time was the issue. It was already nearing 1 a.m.
“Won’t you get in trouble going home late?”
“I have to eventually. But not now—you can crash till morning.”
“Your dad won’t suspect?”
“Puppets like me don’t get watched.”
Senior Eun-ah gave a meaningful smile as she said it. Thinking about it, Han Yaseong realized she was right. No point surveilling someone who couldn’t run anyway. It meant she was that tightly bound—a marionette not even worth monitoring.
“So I can stay late, then?”
“Yeah. Say you were shopping at Dongdaemun. They’ll test again later anyway.”
It was a heartbreaking statement. Hearing it stirred up an old newspaper article in Han Yaseong’s mind, leaving a bitter taste.
“Sounds just like that women’s bathhouse story.”
“Huh? What’re you talking about?”
“I read it in the news once. Some rich lady lost a diamond ring in a public bath. They pinned it on the scrub lady as the prime suspect. Guess what happened?”
“They checked her out, right?”
“Yeah. The women in the bath all piled on, pinned her down, stripped her naked like a frog, and did a full vaginal and anal search. Nothing turned up. The scrub lady was screaming and crying about how unfair it was... That’s what came to mind.”
“Poor woman. Getting inspected in front of everyone.”
“Yeah. They all stared right into her vagina during the exam. Same with her anus... They dug around with fingers, total chaos. That’s why it made the papers.”
“All for some diamond... So what happened? Did they apologize and compensate her?”
“Nope. The scrub lady went to jail. She’d swallowed the ring—it was in her stomach.”
“No way... Why tell me that? It’s depressing.”
“It’s about blind spots. How would your dad know what we get up to?”
Han Yaseong grinned wickedly. Screwing over Senior Eun-ah’s father felt so good. But Jang Eun-ah tensed up. Something in Han Yaseong’s eyes looked like pure lust. It was instinctual—she flinched, her feet inching back. She could tell so easily when he was aroused.
“No need to be that scared. If you don’t want it, I won’t do anything.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Didn’t Senior Yujin tell you? I can’t force it. Women scare me.”
So what now? Just sit here, or make a move...? Han Yaseong’s stance was clear: fool her father. As long as the hymen stayed intact, he wouldn’t know. It was a way to mock and toy with him.
Jang Eun-ah hesitated. Could she really go through with it? No penetration, sure, but she’d never done anything. Trying something new was terrifying. She’d only offered the “free use pass” lightly—she didn’t have the courage to follow through yet.
Seeing her unease, Han Yaseong shook his head.
Stubborn.
Senior Eun-ah was a total virgin. He couldn’t push in that state. They weren’t even dating—no confessions of like or love. Just jumping into sex would be like filming amateur porn. With Senior Yujin, there’d been that sticky, exciting emotional exchange. But not with Eun-ah yet. They shared a bond of mutual suffering, but that was it. He couldn’t strip her, bite and suck her body like that.
Regretfully, Han Yaseong decided to wait.
She was a girl whose own father forced pussy inspections. He couldn’t do the same. He’d wait until she chose to show it.
“Yeah, let’s save the free use pass for later. When it feels exciting, when you want it.”
She clearly wanted it, but hearing him hold back brought relief—and a twinge of disappointment. Jang Eun-ah harbored both fear and curiosity about sex. Her father’s perversions had twisted her desires. Like an exhibitionist woman running naked through empty alleys at night, her tastes were warped.
She’d masturbated often in the past, fantasized about exposing her pussy to others. Her hottest dream: standing on a lecture hall stage in a classroom full of boys and girls, stripping her lower half and spreading wide. Just imagining it sent thrills through her. She couldn’t do it for real, but it was her deepest craving. Years of forced repression had twisted into this sexual rebellion.
A classic example: the straight-A model student who, during class on a rainy day, ran out to the field, stripped naked, and dashed across campus bare. Everyone saw; the school hushed it up, but it spread online. A psychiatrist said it was likely severe study pressure, and streaking nude in the rain before the whole school gave her massive liberation.
Jang Eun-ah was similar. Under her father’s pressure, she resisted purity. She had to stay chaste—but craved breaking it.
And so it slipped out.
“Don’t hold back for me. Anything but penetration. That’s our deal.”
“You sure?”
“You think I’m some prim lady? Far from it. You’d be shocked if you knew my thoughts, what I get up to.”
“Like what?”
“Don’t wanna say. Too pathetic... So, you doing it or not? If not, just go.”
Jang Eun-ah wasn’t about to beg. She still had pride as a woman. She’d planned to follow his lead, but his restraint felt boring. She wanted a bad guy who’d take charge. Polite and courteous? No thrill, no fun.
“I’ll leave it all to you. No penetration till we beat my dad.”
“......”
Han Yaseong saw raw desire in her eyes. This girl... her sexual hunger seemed huge. Bigger than Senior Yujin’s, even.
To test it, he grabbed the hem of her white skirt with his left hand, lifting it, while his right yanked down her lace panties.
Her pretty pussy, half-hidden by pubic hair, was fully exposed.
“Eek!”
Shocked as Han Yaseong flipped up her skirt and pulled her panties to her knees, Jang Eun-ah jerked her hips back. But it was too late—her pussy was on full display. No one but her father had ever seen it, so she frantically yanked her skirt down with both hands. But with him holding the hem up, it wouldn’t budge. Cool air hit her bare mound. She felt the panties tangled at her knees. Her lower half was completely exposed in his view—shame burned through her, chills racing up her spine. She quickly dropped her hands to cover her pussy.