Chapter 135
I couldn't let this desire swallow me whole. For now, I needed to play it cool. The road to the upper echelons was a slow climb, one careful step at a time up the ladder. No way was I rushing it.
Han Yaseong drifted off to sleep, clutching his queen and goddess, Choi Yujin, tightly in his arms.
When he woke, it was around 4 a.m. Senior Choi Yujin was still out cold, naked as the day she was born. She'd talked about heading home at midnight, but clearly that hadn't happened.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Han Yaseong shuffled to the bathroom to pee. The aftereffects of that red fruit were hitting him again—his body felt utterly drained, not a scrap of energy left. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror above the sink: just some average joe staring back. The idea of this guy breaking into the elite? Suddenly, it struck him as hilarious.
Yesterday, he'd been so hyped up, his mind racing with wild dreams. The shadowy upper class... trillion-won tycoons... God, it was embarrassing. He'd probably kick the covers off in the middle of the night thinking about it later.
With a heavy sigh, Han Yaseong dragged his limp body out of the bathroom. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, chugged it, and headed back to the bedroom. Choi Yujin was sprawled out, ass up in the air, sleeping like the dead. That ass was pure temptation, erotic as hell. But his dick was sore and throbbing—no way he was up for it. The red fruit's hangover was no joke.
His body ached with fatigue, his vision blurry, and now a wave of depression was creeping in. Could he really make it to the top? Han Yaseong shook his head. The confidence he'd felt for the first time in his life had vanished with sleep. Back to being plain old Han Yaseong.
People don't change easily. No matter how grand the goals, the oaths, the plans—you rarely follow through. If everyone did, every exam prep village would be full of passers. But only a tiny fraction, those who poured their souls into it, actually succeeded.
Han Yaseong was no different. He was all about the slow burn. Never fast. He'd take it easy, bit by bit. Set the goal, no rush.
With Choi Yujin still fast asleep, Han Yaseong sat at his desk, smartphone in hand, mapping out his schedule.
Tomorrow, 7 p.m.: Enter the portal. Train with real swords for about three weeks. Then, scout beyond the forest with Yadong. If we're lucky, we'll strike gold—or diamonds. That was the dream.
Until he built a solid foundation, the white fruit was off-limits. Use it too soon, and it'd be a death sentence—someone would snatch it right away. If word got out, the government would swoop in first, all in the name of the nation. Only once he had enough power to hold onto it could he decide whether to use the white fruit as a cure or not.
And the best foundation? Gold, diamonds—stuff like that. Starting the forest scout was bound to uncover something. Han Yaseong pocketed his phone, buzzing with anticipation. It all kicked off tomorrow.
He buried his face in Choi Yujin's massive tits and dozed off again.
Morning came, and Choi Yujin stirred awake. Lying there, she glanced over: Yaseong had his face smashed right into her ass, snoring away. Hot breath tickled her asshole. It was so absurd, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Haha..."
Yaseong was impossible to hate. Was her ass that irresistible? Sleeping with his face buried in her stinky crack—what a clown. Careful not to wake him, Choi Yujin eased her ass away from his face and slipped to his side. She planted a soft kiss on his sleeping lips.
She could feel how much he adored her. It filled her with pride, a warm glow. All the guys she'd been with before? None had worshipped her like Yaseong. Smiling to herself, she headed to the living room.
From now on, it'd be Yaseong and only Yaseong—no other men. Sex too, just with him. She wasn't even thinking about anyone else. For at least three or four years, she'd stick to her promise: no leaving, no straying.
Choi Yujin opened the fridge, grabbed some mineral water, and took a swig. Her eyes fell on the mountain of provisions piled in the corner. Where the hell is he planning to go with all this food? Even for a hiking trip, no one could carry it all. And he didn't have a car. Taxi, maybe? Curiosity gnawed at her, but she shook it off. Whatever Yaseong was up to, it was his business. He had secrets, sure, but she was done prying.
She stepped into the bathroom, filled the tub with hot water, and sat on the toilet to pee. A steady trickle streamed from her pussy's urethra, splashing softly. She'd ended up crashing here after all—couldn't make it home last night. Dad would chew her out for sure.
Done peeing, she rinsed off quickly and sank into the steaming tub. Her whole body melted in relief. Yesterday's marathon had left her deliciously wrecked—tits, ass, pussy, all soaking away the accumulated fatigue. She lounged there, blissed out, for a good while.
Suddenly, the door creaked open. She cracked her eyes: Yaseong stood there, dick swinging free.
"Already bathing?"
"Yeah. You up?"
"Yep."
Han Yaseong eyed his senior, only her face peeking above the tub's edge, then headed to the toilet. He was about to pee when he hesitated, feeling awkward. Should I...? Choi Yujin caught his eye and grinned.
"Just go. What, now you're shy?"
"You think?"
Still half-asleep, groggy as hell, Han Yaseong wouldn't normally, but he let loose anyway. A hiss echoed as piss shot from his cock tip, splattering into the bowl.
Choi Yujin propped herself up a bit, craning her neck to watch. His dick streaming piss into the toilet—it was kinda funny.
"So that's how guys do it?"
First time she'd seen a man pee for real.
With her watching, Han Yaseong felt a weird thrill.
"You gotta show me yours later, Senior."
"Sure."
Peeing during sex meant leaks anyway—she'd already flashed him plenty. And honestly, showing Yaseong didn't feel embarrassing anymore. She agreed easily.
Next time, I'm getting a proper look, Han Yaseong thought, flushing the toilet.
"Can I bathe too?"
"Go ahead."
He fired up the shower, lathered his hair, and scrubbed down. Choi Yujin stayed put in the tub, too languid to move. Washing off outside sounded like a chore.
Meanwhile, Han Yaseong soaped up to his groin, rinsed off, and finished. Spotting her chance, Choi Yujin heaved her big tits out of the tub.
"Wash me."
"Huh?"
"Too tired to do it myself. Come on, you said you wanted to bathe me."
"..."
That was when I was horny. With the red fruit hangover kicking his ass, Han Yaseong wasn't feeling it.
"I'll do it later. Not now..."
"Oh? Belly full already, huh? Fine, whatever. I'll get some other guy to do it."
Pouting dramatically, she grabbed the showerhead. But yeah, she was a little hurt. After last night's frenzy, now he wouldn't even wash her? He'd begged for it before. Boredom setting in already? That was the killer in relationships—starting hot with post-sex baths, then laziness creeps in, passion fades, breakup.
And here it was from Yaseong already? It pissed her off. No more easy access, she decided.
Sensing the vibe, Han Yaseong sighed. Skip this, and he'd be pussy-blocked for a while. Drained or not, he had to.
"I'll do it..."
"No thanks."
Even as she said it, she thrust a washcloth at him. He took it, soaped it up, and started lathering her naked body. After soaking so long in the hot water, her skin glowed like a ripe red apple, lush and inviting.
Choi Yujin stood still, letting him work. No effort on her part—it was relaxing. Han Yaseong scrubbed diligently, like a machine: pussy, ass, asshole, all thorough.
Washing a woman like this? A whole different high. Little by little, his cock swelled with fresh vigor.