Chapter 132
"You said earlier you wanted to meet my dad, right? You were serious?"
"Introduce us sometime."
"You really want to meet him? Why?"
"To get rich, I need your dad's help. I might even make him my vassal and swear loyalty to me."
"Quit joking. Seriously, why do you want to meet him?"
"I've got some valuable stuff that could make money, but the only person who can turn it into cash right now is your dad."
"What are you talking about? What kind of valuable stuff?"
"Say, antiques worth hundreds of millions. But I can't sell them or convert them to money. Your dad could, though, right? He knows all the right people in that world. Originally, someone like Senior Euna's dad would be perfect, but he's the enemy, so I'm going with your dad instead."
"What exactly is it? What can you sell?"
"Gold, diamonds... or pharmaceutical raw materials... whatever. What if there was a seed that could cure cancer?"
"You'd become filthy rich. No, a world-renowned billionaire."
Choi Yujin vaguely understood what Han Yaseong was getting at. He was saying he could obtain things like that now. But from where?
"From the mountains? Did you find something while hiking?"
"Something like that, maybe. But don't ask. It's hard to explain. Anyway, I can get a lot of stuff. So your dad should handle it for me. Of course, I'll pay a commission—say, 30% of the profits?"
"You..."
Choi Yujin's mind was a whirlwind of confusion. Was this kid dreaming? Gold, diamonds, cancer-curing seeds... It all sounded too fantastical. She couldn't believe it; it only made her suspicious.
Han Yaseong slurped his rice and scooped up some kimchi stew with his spoon.
"I've got teleportation tech. I can even visit distant alien planets. That's how I can get things not found on Earth."
"Are you gonna keep joking?"
Choi Yujin frowned. She was done playing along with this nonsense.
Han Yaseong dipped some meat in gochujang and pondered while eating. He couldn't tell Senior Choi Yujin about the portal. That was his secret alone. No matter how much he liked her, he wouldn't share it. Hell, he wouldn't tell anyone.
After finishing his rice, Han Yaseong looked at Choi Yujin. She still wore a distrustful scowl. The big red bowl on the table caught his eye. He'd sucked it dry earlier, but he wanted more. To make her believe, he needed to show some proof.
He decided to reveal just one thing.
"Wait a sec."
He went into the bathroom, closed the door, opened the mirror cabinet, and took a white fruit from the medicine box. He grabbed one and returned to the table, placing it in front of Choi Yujin's microwaved rice.
"That's the healing fruit."
"Healing fruit?"
Choi Yujin blinked in confusion. It was a white fruit about the size of a peanut. She picked it up and examined it; nothing special. But a healing fruit? What did that even mean?
"Some kind of herbal medicine?"
"No, way better. The effect is immediate. Wanna see for yourself?"
To prove it, Han Yaseong grabbed a fruit knife and slashed his wrist. Slash—a long line appeared, blood pouring out in seconds.
Choi Yujin jumped up with a scream.
"Eek! Yaseong, what the hell?!"
It happened so fast she couldn't stop him. Crimson blood dripped from the sliced wrist onto the table.
As she fumbled for a towel in panic, Han Yaseong stopped her.
"Hold on. Give me that white fruit."
"This?"
"Yeah, quick. I might bleed out."
He joked casually, acting relaxed. Choi Yujin, totally lost, handed it over fast.
Han Yaseong popped the fruit in his mouth, chewed it up, and smeared the white pulp and juice on the wound. The bleeding stopped instantly as the pulp covered it.
"Huh?"
Choi Yujin couldn't believe her eyes, even seeing it happen. No more blood from the wrist that had been dripping moments ago—right after he applied the chewed fruit.
"The bleeding stopped?"
"Not just that. The wound's healing."
It wasn't mere clotting. The wound itself was mending—rapid healing.
If this hit the pharmaceutical market, it'd cause a massive uproar. No, an explosion of hype. Just apply it to any wound, and it heals instantly.
But there'd be side effects. Other pharma companies and hospitals wouldn't sit idle. The moment this fruit became a drug, countless firms would bankrupt, and surgeons would be out of work.
Its impact was that huge. The fruit rapidly regenerated and restored damaged cells.
If it went public, it'd be a discovery rivaling penicillin.
"See? It's almost healed. By tomorrow, it'll be gone, and no scar in a few days."
"No way..."
Choi Yujin gaped, speechless. Han Yaseong wiped away the white pulp, revealing the knife slash truly healing—not just clotted, but the wound closing. All from that juice and pulp...
A miracle unfolded before her eyes.
Standing there, shocked, her pussy leaked juices down her thighs.
Han Yaseong seemed like some alien being. Was she dreaming?
"Did you do magic? This has to be a trick, right?"
"No trick. You saw the blood."
"But how does a wound heal this fast? No scar in days? That doesn't make sense!"
"Exactly why I'm telling you, Yujin senior. I need a powerful agent. Flashing this around carelessly gets it stolen—and me killed. Think pharma companies will stay quiet? Even in America, they'd kill for it."
Truth was, he had no plans to make drugs from this fruit. Too risky. But to hit 100 trillion, he had no choice. Pharma was the surest path to riches.
Sell drugs made from this white fruit worldwide, and he'd rake in tens of trillions at least. That's what he figured.
But the danger was immense. If others or nations learned of a tens-of-trillions drug...
His series would end for real. Spies, agents, industrial espionage—kidnappings, bribes. They might even search his house and find the attic portal.
So he'd save the white fruit drug for last resort. First, scout beyond the forest for more—gold, diamonds—sell those to build a base slowly.
That's why he needed Choi Yujin's dad. Someone to sell for him.
"What the..."
Choi Yujin was dumbfounded. How to process this? What was the white fruit? Where'd he get it? What secrets did Yaseong hide?
Her heart raced, body trembling, even a bit scared. Her split pussy quivered, squirting more.
"What... who are you? Are you really Yaseong?"
"Actually, I'm a great archmage from another world."
Smack! He got a whack on the back.
Squelch, squelch, slap, slap...
Back on the bed, the feast of flesh raged wildly.
Choi Yujin lay on her side; Han Yaseong hugged her from behind, thrusting his hips skillfully. His cock plunged in and out of her pussy relentlessly.
"Ahng...! Enough already..."
Choi Yujin whimpered, taking it sideways. After dinner, he'd dragged her to bed again—driving her mad. No end in sight. Past 10 PM, two rounds in, her body was melting into exhaustion.
Her voluptuous form had gone limp and gooey. Yet Han Yaseong was still full of vigor, cock rock-hard. Like it was his house, he pounded her pussy endlessly, making her squirt love juices.
His groin slapped her plump ass rhythmically—smack, smack—flesh echoing.
Left hand gripped her left breast fully; right hand slipped inside her waist, fingering her split pussy.
Breasts assaulted, pussy teased, depths ravaged—three spots at once. She just twitched her ass, resistance gone. She surrendered pussy, ass, tits freely, body slack, breaths ragged.
Her beautiful naked form was utterly devoured by Han Yaseong's body.