A Sudden Resolve to Let Go
“Mmgh...!”
Choi Yujin clutched the bedsheet tightly in her fists, holding back waves of pleasure. The teasing caresses trailed from her ass to her anus, then back to her pussy, setting her body ablaze. Juices leaked steadily from her slit, soaking the sheet as they trickled down her inner thighs. Euna must've drenched the sheets just like this yesterday, she thought. The idea pissed her off, but oddly enough, it turned her on too.
What the hell is it about Yaseong that has both me and Euna spreading our legs for him? It was downright bizarre. He was the most ordinary guy out there, yet here he was, toying with two women from the untouchable upper crust like they were his playthings. It struck Choi Yujin as ridiculous. She couldn't even wrap her head around the fact that she was the one offering up her ass and pussy right now.
She chalked it up to getting older. If she were still twenty, she never would've done something like this with a guy like Han Yaseong. Back then, the idea of fooling around without dating first was unthinkable. But at twenty-two, her romantic illusions had shattered a bit, turning this into nothing more than a casual fling—like playing with fire.
Yaseong was one lucky bastard. He got to have a twenty-two-year-old like her. Otherwise, he'd never have the fortune of laying eyes on her ass and pussy like this.
Slurp, sluuuurp...
Whether he knew how lucky he was or not, Han Yaseong kept devouring Choi Yujin's pussy, lapping at it with his tongue. After sucking on it for so long, he started feeling like a dog. Is it okay to go at it this hard? But it was too damn fun to stop. This was Sunbae Choi Yujin's pussy—the one everyone dreamed of tasting. He had to savor it while he could. Who knew if he'd get the chance later?
Han Yaseong still harbored a nagging anxiety that Choi Yujin could ditch him at any moment. Even couples who were head-over-heels one day could split the next. Relationships were that unpredictable. No guarantee today's bliss lasted till tomorrow. He'd heard plenty of stories about couples breaking up out of the blue after going steady for ages. So he always approached her with the mindset that this might be the last time, pouring extra devotion into every encounter.
Thanks to that, her ass and pussy ended up drenched in saliva. Lying on her side, Choi Yujin felt like she was getting a full shower down there. No other guy would go this far. Yaseong's obsession with women was intense. It probably stemmed from the trauma of being abandoned by his parents—his sex showed a desperate clinginess, like a scared kid gripping his mom's clothes tight at night, terrified she'd leave.
That's why Choi Yujin felt reassured. She had to keep him on edge with the fear of her leaving; that's what would keep him grounded. If he took her presence for granted, he'd lose interest fast—he wasn't the type to stick around for boring routines.
Euna was messing up. Even if Yaseong acted like Junya from that manga, he wasn't Junya, and she wasn't the heroine. In the story, Junya only loved the heroine, even through the rape fantasies. But Yaseong didn't love Euna exclusively. She was just one of many women he could use to prove himself. Choi Yujin might end up the same if she wasn't careful, but she was working hard to avoid that. As long as she stayed his number one, she wouldn't be just another girl in the harem.
But dwelling on that stuff was exhausting. She felt tainted by the world's cynicism. Playing politics in love? I wasn't like this at twenty. Back then, if it felt good, it was good. Maybe that's why she started scheming after her first love crashed and burned—not because her feelings weren't strong enough, but because she hadn't played the game.
For Han Yaseong, maintaining a long-term thing meant politics came naturally. Otherwise, it'd be a quick hookup and done. But she was tired of the mental gymnastics now.
“Yeah, let's drop it.”
“Huh?”
He was in the middle of sucking noisily on her pussy when Choi Yujin suddenly said to call it quits. Han Yaseong scowled. Here we go again. Another sigh escaped him as her whims kicked in. Free pass revoked.
But that wasn't it.
“I decided to stop overthinking. Let's just go with the flow.”
Choi Yujin lay flat on her back, breathing easy. Her late mom hadn't played politics. She didn't fuss much if Dad cheated—just waited at home. It used to baffle her, but now it made a little sense. Probably because it was too much hassle. People don't change whether you nag or not. Even if Mom had obsessed, Dad would've kept straying. Interfering would've just sparked endless fights.
You can't fix others by worrying. Choi Yujin was starting to grasp that vaguely. Yaseong would leave if he wanted, no matter what—no force on earth could stop him. Or he'd stick around through hell itself. It wasn't up to her. She couldn't even control her own life, let alone his.
Choi Yujin chose freedom. Time to reclaim that vibrant, carefree spirit from before.
“Yaseong-ah.”
“Yeah?”
Han Yaseong tilted his head. Looking at her face, something felt... different. She was just smiling peacefully. But it looked so alien that he almost preferred her pissed-off expression from earlier.
“Date whoever you want. You don't have to tell me.”
“Why?”
“I just... I shouldn't meddle that far. Or rather, I don't want to. That's all on you now.”
“......”
It felt like Choi Yujin was pulling away emotionally. He couldn't figure out why. Did I suck her pussy too hard?
“Why all of a sudden...”
“I'm tired. Being with you made me overthink everything. Treating you like some report to analyze—what was I doing? We're still young; no need to plan that far ahead. We can worry about it later.”
“......”
Suddenly, she sounded like a proper sunbae again—dispensing vague wisdom that somehow clicked.
“You'll climb to the top elite, and I'll help. That's not changing. But hands off each other's private lives. I won't pry into your girls anymore. In return, I won't sleep with other guys. If I do start seeing someone, I'll tell you—that means a new boyfriend, so we'd break up. But I'll still support you till you make it, as long as you don't give up.”
“......Why the sudden change?”
She talked like she was already halfway out the door. His arousal faded fast, his hard-on going soft. One minute he was feasting on her ass and pussy; now this bolt from the blue. He couldn't make sense of it.
Choi Yujin smiled.
“Just thinking about Mom.”
“Your mom?”
“Yeah. Thinking of her calms me down. Used to bum me out, but not anymore...”
Mom hadn't ditched Dad for his cheating; she'd traded obsession for peace. Sipping wine alone in her rocker... Maybe that was happiness. Chasing and nagging cheaters never worked—they'd cheat anyway. Clinging destroyed your life and soured your soul. So Mom let him go, gaining quiet serenity instead.
Choi Yujin finally got it.
“You've taught me so much. Guess you're my life's turning point, Yaseong.”
She'd never pondered this before. Life was just fun and games, day by day. But Yaseong complicated things—more thoughts, more anxiety. She hated that crap. No tangled lives, no draining drama. Her instincts kicked in with a fix: detachment.
“I tried managing you. That was wrong. Can't even run my own life right, so trying to run yours made it worse. We're young; future's unknown. No need for all that heavy stuff now. Let's just live easy, follow our hearts. You too, right? You'd hate me meddling too much.”
“Total indifference would suck more...”
Her words meant dialing back her investment in him. No way that felt good.