Chapter 134
"Yeah, I figured. What you're planning isn't exactly normal. You're talking about snagging something from somewhere and selling it—that's never gonna fly as legit."
"If I rake in 100 trillion in the underground economy, I'd be super elite, right?"
"At that level, every upper-crust bastard in Korea would bow down and kiss your feet. Hell, they'd swear loyalty and scramble to marry off their daughters, just like you said. Even the dark-money fat cats worldwide would acknowledge you. You'd get invites to their circles. That's shadow king territory. Nothing would be off-limits. Kill someone, rape someone—it'd all get auto-covered up, no punishment. The dark elite commit crimes, but no one knows who they are, so they never get caught."
"Sounds like a blast."
Han Yaseong's interest piqued at the mention of that shadow elite life. Truth be told, he had zero desire to be some chaebol flaunting skyscrapers like Iron Man. He preferred lurking in the dark, wielding real power like a true dark hero. Building an underground empire and expanding it—that was the plan. If he pulled it off, nothing would be impossible. He could start an entertainment agency, cycle through hot girl group idols every night. Annoying pricks? Beat 'em to death. It'd all get swept under the rug anyway. That kind of power would make him a god in the new world. Anything he wanted, he could have. Anything he craved, he could do.
That thought sent a twitch through Han Yaseong's cock, still buried deep in Choi Yujin's pussy. His dreams—no, his goals—were swelling huge. What had been a firefly flicker before was now a full moon glow. Someday, it might span entire galaxies.
Han Yaseong felt invigorated, a lifetime challenge finally in sight. He'd drifted aimlessly till now, but the future looked like pure fun.
"You'll have to help me out, sunbae. I'm definitely becoming shadow elite."
"Go for it. But pull this out already. How long you gonna leave it in?"
Choi Yujin shook her hips. With his cock lodged so deep, she could barely move.
Han Yaseong pressed his groin against her ass.
"Not yet. We're doing it anyway—why pull out?"
"Please, enough already... You're gonna wreck my pussy for real."
Choi Yujin whimpered in protest. Any more and she really might break. She wanted to stop for today, so Han Yaseong relented.
"Fine, suck it then. That'll finish me off."
"Thanks..."
Thanking him for letting her suck him off? Choi Yujin pitied her own situation. But she couldn't win at straight sex, so no choice. You needed some leverage to push back. Total defeat meant total submission to the victor.
Like a conquered slave, Choi Yujin slid her ass forward, pulling Yaseong's cock from her pussy. She turned, knelt, and took it in her mouth. It still throbbed fiercely with vigor. She sucked in awe—after all that, it wouldn't quit. His stamina was god-tier. No wonder she couldn't complain about other women. Trying to handle him solo would kill her.
She'd sworn off interfering anyway. Whoever, whatever—he was free. In exchange, she'd fallen under his possessive grip. No leaving without his say-so, no other men. It might chafe, but it didn't feel bad. She could feel how desperately he wanted her. No need to worry about distant futures—he craved her intensely, right here, right now. She was his origin point. That gave her a deep peace. Why fret years ahead when he wanted her this bad? Live young, follow your heart, keep it simple.
Slurp, smack... She kept sucking, but no sign of him cumming. Choi Yujin grew exhausted. Her jaw and mouth ached from the effort, yet Yaseong didn't budge. Felt like sucking a stone cock. Midway, pain forced her to spit it out.
"Ugh... my jaw hurts..."
"Then pussy later."
"No."
"Ass then?"
"......Pussy."
Drained, Choi Yujin flopped onto the bed. Han Yaseong sidled up, caressing her firm, bouncy tits as he lay beside her. Truth was, he'd been lost in thought while she sucked—light elite versus shadow elite. Being elite in secret sounded boring. So, both. Shadow elite playing light elite. Once he hit 100 trillion underground, set up a front company, fake the chaebol life. Entertainment agency, hotel chain, film studio for kicks, cable network, department store acquisition, even a hospital for optics... Money made it all possible. Cash was the elite ticket. With it, the world was yours.
Do that long enough, he might end up a mega-chaebol. Light and shadow elite, both rabbits caught.
But it felt unreal. Could it even happen? The red fruit amped his confidence weirdly. Originally, just get rich, bang girls, have fun. Four or five beauties to share life with—that was the dream. Now it ballooned to 100 trillion, shadow elite. Leverage that world right, maybe. But it'd be tough. If easy, everyone'd be rich.
Not smooth sailing, he figured. Still, worth a shot. Worst case, low losses. Even if no 100 trillion, 100 billion elite? Doable. Then he'd keep Yujin sunbae and Euna sunbae. Marriage? Maybe. Grab polygamy citizenship, register 'em.
Everything hinged on money. Make it first.
"Huh?"
Lost in plans, fondling her tits, he glanced over. Choi Yujin slept, mouth agape. Exhausted from marathon sex. Legs splayed wide, pussy on full display—hilarious. Han Yaseong chuckled, planting a kiss on her pussy.
This is mine. Vowed never to share.
Euna sunbae too. Kwon Seoha later... Nah, she'd be tough. Normal girl. Yujin and Euna weren't—fucking a junior they weren't even dating. Alternating with a close friend, no less. Straight out of porn. But real life had it too. Some Brazilian footballer had 20 girlfriends back home, rotating shifts. They all knew each other, got along. Han Yaseong wanted that—20 girls, endless fun.
Impossible in Korea, though. Brazil basic for rich guys: 10 mistresses standard. Man's paradise. Korea? Public with 10 side chicks? Public lynching. Hidden only. That's why high-end brothels vanish from maps—tucked away downtown, normies clueless. Just rumors.
Like Yujin said, the real shit hid from prying eyes. Only top elite knew and used it.
Holding sleeping Choi Yujin close, Han Yaseong curled up. Felt like he was turning monstrous. Time to quit the red fruit. Gave insane confidence, endless greed—like the greed-monster devouring its own body. Desires without end.