Chapter 107
To Jang Eun-ah, his demeanor looked like the petulance of a child. No matter how hard you try, you can't become like Junya... Still, his stubborn cuteness won her over, and she gave her permission.
"You can do whatever you want to me. Even if it's exactly like with Junya, I won't say a word."
"For real?"
"I told you. I like a man who can erase my father from the picture."
The Junya from the manga was stronger than her father. A man who could protect her even if the whole world turned against him. That was Jang Eun-ah's ideal type.
"Alright. Just wait a sec. You won't regret this, right?"
Han Yaseong steeled his resolve and headed to the living room. He went straight into the bathroom, opened the mirror cabinet, and pulled out a red fruit from the medicine box.
This'll get me completely wasted. For about two hours, I'll be just like Junya. My senses will explode, flooding me with insane confidence.
Jang Eun-ah would become a fragile little bird. He'd originally planned to use it on senior Choi Yujin someday, but unexpectedly, it looked like he'd be trying it on senior Eun-ah first.
Han Yaseong held the red fruit and pictured Junya from the manga. He was undeniably cool. Towering height, handsome face, immense power and wealth—he ruled the world's throne. Female celebrities and elite socialites were desperate to throw themselves at him, practically wetting themselves in the process. In a way, he was the ultimate man of this era. Han Yaseong's own ideal.
I hate the rape stuff, though...
But Han Yaseong was unaware. Of the dark nature lurking within him. It had awakened once through Choi Yujin, and now it was on the verge of erupting through Jang Eun-ah.
Han Yaseong let out a long sigh and popped the red fruit into his mouth, chewing it thoroughly. Crunch crunch.
I don't even know anymore. What'll happen... No, one thing I do know. Senior Eun-ah is going to lose her mind. Completely. She'll be ravaged so brutally, just like with the manga's Junya, until her sanity shatters.
Han Yaseong closed his eyes, feeling every cell in his body ignite, and stood motionless in the bathroom for a while.
What's he doing?
Jang Eun-ah sat primly on the bed, waiting obediently. He'd told her to wait a moment, then vanished into the bathroom off the living room and hadn't come out. She figured he was doing some kind of image training. Still, she didn't have high hopes. The gap between the manga's Junya and Han Yaseong was too vast. Expecting that much was just greed to begin with.
No, she'd basically taught him to do it that way. Jang Eun-ah knew full well Han Yaseong couldn't become Junya. She'd just given him a hint to try something similar. So she waited leisurely on the bed.
But Jang Eun-ah was oblivious. To Han Yaseong's dark nature. To the immense possessiveness he'd developed from being unloved and abandoned by his parents.
Click. The bathroom door in the living room swung open. It was time to learn about that darkness.
"Huh?"
Jang Eun-ah jolted in surprise. Han Yaseong strode into the room stark naked. He'd stripped completely. His muscles writhed ferociously across his body. Her mouth fell open in shock. At the center, his cock stood rigidly erect, throbbing fiercely.
Too stunned to move, her body froze solid.
"Wh-what the..."
She'd never imagined him barging in like this, buck naked—and with his dick fully hard. Her heart pounded wildly. This wasn't the Han Yaseong she knew. His eyes burned with raw desire as he stared at her. This was someone entirely different.
Terror gripped her, and she scooted backward on her ass. The muscular man standing naked before her wasn't Han Yaseong. His body was pure beast—tiger-like muscles. Like he'd trained hardcore at the gym. No, not gym-built. Animalistic.
Even his erect cock terrified her; she swallowed hard.
Han Yaseong gazed down at her silently, then stepped closer. A sly smile played on his lips.
"This is what you wanted, right, senior?"
"Uh?"
Her heart thundered in her chest. Han Yaseong climbed onto the bed on his knees, his hard cock swinging as he approached.
"I think I can be Junya now. Right this moment."
"......"
Jang Eun-ah was speechless. She could genuinely see the manga's Junya in him.
"Y-you... how...?"
Is this his hidden side? It was too different. A real man stood before her. He'd even erased the shadow of her fearsome father.
Urine leaked from her pussy. The shock was overwhelming; her breathing grew ragged. Was Han Yaseong some kind of split-personality psycho?
Her pussy clenched and spasmed in fright. Then, Choi Yujin's words flashed in her mind. She'd said Han Yaseong had a psychopathic or sociopathic streak—not severe, but enough to propel him to the elite. Normal guys could never climb that high. The upper class was built on crushing countless people and enemies. Ordinary, well-adjusted folks couldn't make it.
Countless entrepreneurs and politicians had that edge. It let them vanquish foes and claim the top.
And now, it was surfacing in Han Yaseong. He was the predator; she was prey. This version of him seemed even more terrifying than her father. Her whole body trembled. She was about to become the lover of a true devil.
Han Yaseong smirked wickedly as he drew close and pulled the shaking Jang Eun-ah into one strong arm.
"You made a mistake, senior. You shouldn't have underestimated me."
"Y-Yaseong..."
"Now I'll give you exactly what you wanted."
His hand plunged straight under her skirt, then into her panties. Coarse pubic hair brushed his fingers, followed by her sopping-wet pussy.
Jang Eun-ah nearly fainted as his hand cupped her pussy through the fabric. Her arms went limp; she couldn't resist. This was Junya. Exactly what he'd done to the heroine in that first restaurant scene—starting with her pussy.
Han Yaseong was mimicking the manga perfectly.
"You pissed yourself? You're soaked."
"Ahk..."
His palm rubbed her slit, parting the folds. The stimulation was intense; she clutched his arm. It was the first time anyone had touched her like this. Her father had inspected her, but never so brazenly.
More juices leaked from her pussy. But she was only scared. Han Yaseong had changed too much. This couldn't be happening.
"Wh-who are you? You're not the Yaseong from before..."
"You're right."
"Did you take some drug? This is weird. Ahht..."
His index finger grazed her clit, and her body convulsed. Trapped in his grip on her pussy, Jang Eun-ah couldn't escape. Was she dreaming? None of this felt real. Why had Yaseong transformed like this? He'd become a total stranger, defiling her.
"Junya's your ideal type, right? So I decided to become him. Isn't this what you wanted, senior Eun-ah?"
He grabbed her hand, pulled it to his cock, and made her grasp it. She yanked back in shock at the feel of his erection, but he held firm, squeezing her hand around it.
"Feel it. This is the thing that'll torment you, senior."
"Aaah..."
Jang Eun-ah moaned as the heat throbbed in her palm. Her first time touching a man's cock. So hot... so hard. Nothing like she'd imagined. Worlds apart from the manga. Feeling it for real was beyond comprehension. It pulsed like a living creature. Once in her hand, she couldn't let go. She gripped it with both hands, stroking up and down.
It's so hot...
Ecstasy washed over her. So this was a man's cock... No, Han Yaseong's erect cock. Holding it with both hands, she never wanted to release it. This was the dick that had plunged into Yujin's pussy. Jealousy surged. She didn't want to let go of the cock that had ravaged Yujin's hole.
Possessiveness filled Jang Eun-ah's eyes. I want this for myself...
Han Yaseong smiled at her desire. With his senses amplified by the red fruit, he felt everything about senior Eun-ah—her breath, body heat, pulse, blood pressure, even her pussy clenching. She was already his prisoner. No escape now.
So he commanded.
"Strip."
"What?"
"Take it all off and show me. Your body, senior."
"That's..."
Her pussy throbbed harder. Stripping naked for him... It sent chills down her spine.