Chapter 131
“Ahh... Are you trying to kill me? Go easy...”
“We’re just getting started. I’m planning to go all night.”
“You said you had to head back at night.”
“That’s up to me.”
“My dad’s gonna chew me out.”
“Should I go meet your dad? A few punches and he’ll fall in line quick.”
“What? Ahh!”
Choi Yujin wrinkled her nose in disbelief, only to shake her hips from the sudden intense thrust. Han Yaseong’s pounding grew fiercer, the slap-slap-slap echoing as their groins collided hard. Love juices squirted from her pussy, soaking the sheets, while her massive tits bounced wildly in every direction.
“Haa, ngh... You were joking just now, right?”
“Nope. I could take your dad with one hand tied behind my back.”
If it came down to a straight fight, some middle-aged hotel owner was child’s play—barely worth the effort. Sure, he’d seemed impressive before, but not anymore. Just a guy with some money, that’s all. Nothing special.
Choi Yujin felt a twinge of annoyance as Han Yaseong kept slamming into her pussy while dismissing her dad so casually.
“He might end up as your father-in-law someday. You can’t talk like that about him.”
“Who knows? Father-in-law, vassal... or maybe both. But vassal first, probably.”
“You...”
Choi Yujin twisted her hips, staring at Han Yaseong with dazed eyes. Is this really the same Yaseong? The change from earlier was so stark, she couldn’t quite adjust. Even in missionary, as he kept thrusting, she caught a glimpse of something immense in him for a split second.
“Don’t chaebols and elites all have vassals who swear loyalty? I’ve heard about that. So your dad’ll probably swear fealty to me someday and become my vassal. Maybe even offer you up as a concubine... That’s how it worked back in the day, right? Clans and nobles giving daughters to the king to become blood-sworn vassals. That’s basically swearing loyalty and becoming the father-in-law. So vassal loyalty comes before father-in-law perks. King Taejo Wang Geon did it—married daughters from all the major clans and turned their fathers into vassals.”
“And you’re saying you’ll do the same?”
“Yeah.”
Han Yaseong grinned down at senior Choi Yujin. She just lay there, tits jiggling, utterly dumbfounded. This guy’s seriously not right in the head. Not normal at all. But there was this insane confidence radiating from him. What the hell does he have to back it up? How can he be this bold? Curiosity gnawed at her until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“You’ve got something up your sleeve, don’t you? Ahh... Stop thrusting so hard!”
His cock was pounding her pussy too relentlessly; Choi Yujin wrapped her legs tight around his hips. His dick buried deep inside her, unable to move any further. Han Yaseong, figuring he could use a breather too, collapsed forward, cock still sheathed to the hilt. The weight crushed her; she panted and shoved him off to the side with effort.
“Spill it, quick.”
“Spill what?”
“You’ve got some secret. I didn’t pry before, but now I need to know. What is it? What’s the source of all that crazy confidence?”
“You really wanna know?”
“Yeah. Tell me. I can’t stand the suspense anymore.”
“Truth is... I’m a chaebol heir.”
“......What? For real?”
Choi Yujin jolted in shock, then pinched his nipple hard when she saw him smirking.
“Ow!”
Han Yaseong yelped in pain and reflexively bucked his hips. His cock hammered her pussy in rapid succession.
“Aaahh!”
Choi Yujin shook her ass and let out a moan. Han Yaseong thrust a few more times in protest.
“Why’d you pinch me?!”
“‘Cause you’re messing around! What chaebol heir?”
“You asked me to tell you.”
“Are you actually a chaebol son? Got disowned or something? Illegitimate kid?”
“Nah, that was a joke... Suck my dick and I’ll tell you.”
His sly grin made her eyebrow twitch.
“You... Han Yaseong, wanna be the last one inside my pussy tonight?”
“Actually... I’ve got a secret weapon.”
“What is it?”
“This!”
He slammed into her again with a thwack-thwack-thwack. Choi Yujin seethed as her pussy took the assault.
“You bastard! Ahh!”
The stimulation was too much for proper resistance. Every time his thick cock plunged in and out, it dragged her pussy walls with it, sending waves of intense pleasure. Juices leaked copiously, drenching his shaft, dripping down to her asshole and pooling on the sheets.
“Haha, I’ll tell you everything later. Just keep that in mind for now.”
Han Yaseong hugged her shoulders tight and planted deep, slurping kisses on her lips. Choi Yujin parted her mouth helplessly, offering her tongue. He seemed more vibrant somehow—no more tiptoeing around, watching her every mood. It was like looking at Peter Pan. The lonely, abandoned kid was gone. For some reason, sex with him felt easier, more enjoyable; she pulled him close and kissed him deeply. She felt closer to Yaseong, in her heart and her pussy alike.
For a fleeting moment, she pictured her mom in the rocking chair, raising a red wine glass with a smile, toasting them.
“Ugh, you came buckets again.”
Choi Yujin squatted on the bed, wiping her pussy with tissue for cleanup. Yaseong had filled her to the brim, then sauntered out to the living room with his dick swinging. Now he was in the kitchen, stir-frying and prepping dinner. She was sick of the endless cum gushing from her pussy.
“Could make green onion pancakes with this.”
There was so much inside her, she figured adding egg would yield a full batch. Helpless, she headed to the bathroom and rinsed her pussy with the showerhead. Thick white semen poured from her hole in streams. What the hell does he eat to produce this much? She scrubbed her pussy and asshole clean with soap, then emerged to find Yaseong bustling around the table. Dick flopping as he opened and closed the fridge, boiling stew, grilling meat—the sight made her chuckle. This feels like newlywed life. Weirdly, being with him always gave off that honeymoon vibe.
“Ah, washed your pussy? Sit here and wait.”
He’d gone from barely whispering “pussy” to tossing it out casually. Fair enough—she was the one flashing her spread lips all too easily. Right now, she stood there naked, pussy on full display. Choi Yujin propped her chin on her hand at the table, watching him puppy-dog around: boiling soup, grilling meat, pulling sides from the fridge. Adorably frantic. But this cute guy thought ascending to the elite was a piece of cake. Absurd.
Becoming upper class in Korea was brutally tough. Money alone didn’t cut it—you needed social status too. That’s why nouveau riche farmers who struck it big selling land scrambled for honorary degrees from top universities, ran for local office, or nosed around federations and groups for a title. Without that status, they were just laughingstocks in elite circles, sneered at despite their wealth.
The fastest track? Get elected to the National Assembly. Instant elevator to the top. Sure, most flamed out after one term and crashed back down, but slap that badge on, and cops, prosecutors, corporations, bureaucrats—all bowed their heads. That’s why they threw fortunes at it. Even landing a seat wasn’t easy.
So what was Yaseong’s angle? No money, no politics, no fame, not even a hidden chaebol son. Yet his confidence in hitting elite status soon was off the charts. Something was there, but she couldn’t guess what.
“All set. Ah, looks delicious.”
Han Yaseong placed the kimchi stew in the center, plated the grilled meat, and nuked some rice packs. As they dug into the tasty dinner, Choi Yujin prodded again.
“Seriously, what is it?”
“What?”
“Your secret. I’m dying to know. Gimme a hint at least.”
“Didn’t you say no prying?”
“That cumshot in my pussy was the last one. No more.”
“Threatening me with your pussy... that’s dirty.”
“It’s mine. Whatcha gonna do?”
“Fine... Truth is, I’m a superpowered psychic.”
“What?”
“With powers... Nah, actually, I’m a qi healer. Heal wounds with qi. Wait, no—spirit medium. Chat with ghosts to spot geomantic treasures and predict rising land values. Or summoner. Possess spirits to foresee jackpots. That’s how I know this week’s lotto numbers.”
“......Let’s just eat.”
“Okay.”
Han Yaseong dipped meat in sauce and chowed down happily. Choi Yujin shook her head side to side. He had a secret, alright, but wasn’t spilling. A little disappointing, but no big deal. She’d find out eventually—or maybe not, and that’d be fine too. Still, she needed to circle back to that earlier comment.