Chapter 137
As Choi Yujin pulled her hips forward with a wet squelch, his cock popped out of her pussy in a rush. Coated in a mix of her juices and his semen, it was utterly filthy.
Han Yaseong first used the showerhead to thoroughly clean Choi Yujin's pussy and ass. Then she returned the favor, washing his cock spotless. As they rinsed each other's most intimate parts, Choi Yujin and Han Yaseong burst into laughter.
After their shared bath, they stepped out for breakfast. Riding Choi Yujin-sunbae's Lamborghini, they headed to a quiet spot for some authentic samgyetang. After fucking all night and once more that morning, she insisted on nourishing him.
They took a private room, sat at the table, and soon a steaming pot of chicken ginseng soup arrived. Han Yaseong tore into it ravenously, savoring every bite. Damn, it's always more fun with Yujin-sunbae.
"Now I get why you hang out with rich widows."
"You wanna get smacked again?"
"Hit me one more time, and I'll fuck your ass."
"......"
At Han Yaseong's threat, Choi Yujin backed off for now. She might really end up bawling if he went through with it. She talked a big game, but her ass was off-limits.
Sipping the samgyetang broth, Choi Yujin made her plea. "Don't tell anyone about that white fruit, got it?"
"I know. You think I'm an idiot?"
"Then why'd you tell me? You should've kept it secret from me too."
"I was gonna... but Yujin-sunbae, you're mine now, so I had to tell you."
"Is that how it works?"
She'd declared herself his right before he spilled the secret. Until then, he'd kept it locked away tight. Once she was truly his, he shared it. Choi Yujin had no choice but to admit she'd learned about the white fruit precisely because she'd become his.
"If I wasn't yours, you never would've told me, huh."
"Obviously. Why share a secret like that with someone who's not mine?"
"Hehe, yeah. Thanks. Feels worth giving myself to you."
Choi Yujin was in bliss. Sure, a flicker of unease lingered now and then, but Yaseong wouldn't leave her. Hell, if she tried to walk away, he might just drop dead. She could sense it now. A premonition hit her: she might never leave him for the rest of her life.
No man she'd ever met came close to Yaseong. It felt like fated love, the kind you spend a lifetime with. She'd finally met the one.
"Eat up. Gotta build your strength if we're doing it again later."
Choi Yujin pulled the massive chicken leg from her pot and handed it to Han Yaseong. She'd never done this for any ex. Their relationships had always been equal—no one giving more or less. But with Yaseong, it didn't matter. No tallying losses or gains. She just loved him.
"Hehe..."
Han Yaseong felt the same. Choi Yujin-sunbae was mom, big sis, and girlfriend all in one. He'd never let her go, not even if they killed him for it. For her, he'd nuke the whole damn world. Billions dead? Whatever. She was worth more than all of them. He could wipe them out himself if needed. That's how starved for love he was—and she filled that void perfectly.
"I gotta head home now. What about you?"
As they left the restaurant and walked to the Lambo, Choi Yujin asked. Han Yaseong checked his watch: just past 9 a.m. Nothing pressing, so gym time, then grab a big backpack and more hiking gear. He'd need to ditch the old camp via portal and scout beyond the forest—prep could never be enough.
"Gym first. Gotta build those gains."
"You're almost there. Don't think you need more."
"Just a bit longer. Time to sculpt some beast mode muscles. Your naked body loves 'em."
Choi Yujin's soft curves adored his ripped physique, so he aimed for perfect balance.
"Alright, grind hard. I'll give you this ass again later."
As she grinned, Han Yaseong pulled a tissue-wrapped item from his pocket.
"If your pussy's sore, chew a bit of this and rub it on."
"That it? The white fruit?"
"Yeah."
He handed over the white fruit. Choi Yujin took it like treasure, grateful.
"It is sore... Thanks. I'll use it right."
"Wish I could apply it for you. Sorry."
"Ugh, stop. Tickles."
She pocketed the tissue-wrapped fruit and glanced around. Morning quiet—no one nearby. She quickly pecked Han Yaseong on the lips.
"We're going different ways, so take a cab. Got it?"
"Yeah. See you, Yujin-sunbae."
They hugged, smooching a few more times amid laughter. Choi Yujin revved off on the Lambo first; Han Yaseong hailed a taxi to the gym.
Life tasted so sweet. Just having Yujin-sunbae made everything joyful. To protect it, he'd keep grinding. Gains were hard-won, but losses came in a flash.
Arriving in Apgujeong, Han Yaseong paid the cab and entered the gym, greeted by the cute counter girl.
"Hello!"
"Hey."
He nodded and headed upstairs. Changed into gym clothes, he spotted the male trainer from before.
"Whoa, been a while!"
"Yeah, been going at night."
Han Yaseong warmed up lightly and hit the machines. Still building strength, he kept it basic. Morning crowd was decent, keeping the trainer at bay.
He focused on form correction solo. Then, a glow caught his eye at the entrance. A woman entered, radiating like pure light.
Doing chest presses, Han Yaseong glanced up and froze. It's Lee Choyeon!
Leader of girl group QNA, Lee Choyeon, had arrived. She practically self-luminesced. Everyone stared. Even the trainer approached with extra charm.
"Lee Choyeon member, long time no see."
"Hi, hello."
She nodded lightly and glided to the women's locker room. Tall and slim, face tiny as a fist. About 165 cm? Twenty-one, a year older than him.
First celebrity sighting—and a female idol at that. Seeing a TV star in person was surreal. Two months at the gym, and she shows up right at closing time? Perfect.
Ponytail up, gym gear on, she hit the full-body mirror for stretches. Pro, ignoring the stares. Others resumed workouts, sneaking peeks no more.
Han Yaseong stole a few glances but quit—felt creepy. Nothing lamer than fanboying celebs, whipping out phones for pics. He despised that shit. A few looks sufficed.
Workout done, he left—but not without sneaking a peek at Lee Choyeon's ass mid-deadlift in the mirror. Idol or not, just human. No wings or halo. Cool sighting, no autograph hunt.
Outside, he found a mountaineering shop, bought a huge backpack and gear galore. Paid with Yujin-sunbae's card, loaded the cab, and headed home.
Then chilled with movies till portal time. At 7 p.m., he climbed to the attic—packed with weapon bags, food, supplies.
Waiting, the familiar spot lit up bright. Han Yaseong shoved everything sled-style into the portal.
Thud, thump.
This time, no tumble—he balanced, right foot planting firm against the forward lurch.
Grinning, he scanned around. Towering trees, lush as ever; spring warmth. He gulped fresh air and called toward camp.
"Yadong!"
After a few shouts, something slunk out from the root-cave entrance. Yadong bounded down the hill, agile from training.