Chapter 148
Hanyaseong wanted to upload something too. He searched his phone, but all the photos of Senior Choi Yujin had been deleted—nothing left. Feeling a pang of regret, he killed time scrolling through other women's intimate pics for a while.
But even that got old after a bit. Hanyaseong shut down his computer and flopped onto the bed.
"There's really nothing to do..."
He figured he needed some hobbies besides sex, even in this world. The downtime without it felt so empty. Tossing and turning on the bed, he finally drifted off around 3 a.m.
When he woke, it was 9 a.m. He washed up quick, zoned out on the sofa for a bit, then headed straight out. Being alone at home made the boredom worse, so he thought he'd hit the gym. Senior Choi Yujin had said she'd come by, but who knew when.
He wandered the restaurant strip, grabbed a bowl of seolleongtang, then hopped the subway to Apgujeong. The 40-minute ride dragged on forever. To kill time, he pulled out his phone—something he never did before—and skimmed sports and celeb news.
He used to eye people hunched over their smartphones like they were weirdos, but now here he was, doing the same. Everyone seemed lonely and bored, heads down, passing time with their screens. Modern city folk all looked so damn idle.
Hanyaseong pocketed his phone when he reached Apgujeong and got off. He debated heading to the gym building but curiosity pulled him toward that Angel Club in Cheongdam-dong first.
Morning light stripped away the glamour—nothing flashy. Cheongdam-dong felt ordinary in the daylight. Wandering a while, he finally spotted the Angel Club at a big building. Lights off, it looked empty, but the entrance was impressive: a massive shark mouth gaping wide, screaming young crowd magnet.
You'd need to come at night to see its true face. Hanyaseong noted the location and moved on.
Back at the gym, he got a greeting from the cute girl at the counter. Maybe hit on her? Confidence surged, but he tucked tail quick and headed upstairs.
Can't underestimate girls working spots like this. Their standards must be sky-high. Hot celebs and guys like Oh Jeong-hoon probably dropped in often—naturally, they'd aim high. Average dudes? Invisible.
Hell, he was the same now—only pretty girls mattered. Unless she could stand next to Senior Choi Yujin, no interest. His tastes had leveled up too.
Inside the gym, he greeted his trainer, changed into workout gear, and started pumping iron. Morning crowd was light, but a few sleek women caught his eye. College girls? Models? Not your average chicks—their bodies were sculpted perfection. Perky tits, firm asses that made his cock twitch just looking.
Why do hot-bodied girls wear skin-tight leggings like that? Teasing every dick in sight. Nah, they wore 'em because their bodies were fire. Never seen a flabby girl rocking leggings at the gym.
Confident in their physiques, they clung to full-body spandex and trained. Seemed like they ignored the guys, chatting among themselves. Hanyaseong lost interest quick and focused on the machines.
Or pretended to. Slump since yesterday—workouts felt half-assed. Lingering gloom in his chest. Days like this, better to blow off steam somewhere fun... Forcing unwanted exercise killed the vibe.
Fantasies hit: bang those legging girls over there senseless. Three of 'em, but he could handle it... Stamina confidence now—he knew he could rock two or three women easy.
Bend 'em over, pound those pussies raw—but no partners, just regret. Wished night would hurry so he could portal-jump. Explore beyond the forest already.
Forcing an hour, he showered and left. Back on the subway for another boring 40 minutes home—then his phone rang. Senior Choi Yujin.
"Whatcha up to?"
"Just back from the gym."
"Whoa, you're up early."
"Bored outta my mind. When you coming?"
"Sigh... I can already see you growing."
"Won't do much."
"For real?"
"Just a little."
"Ugh..."
Her sighs got heavier. Like he was gonna devour her or something...
"Should I call Euna instead?"
"Why?"
"Today's... gotta take it easy. Every damn day is exhausting. My tits are bruised and sore as hell."
"Rub on that White Fruit stuff."
"Already slathered it on my pussy."
"Everywhere. It works all over."
"Huh. Guess I'll use the rest later."
"Don't wanna come today? Don't."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. But call Senior Euna instead."
"Knew it. You're heartless. Asking me to call another girl..."
"You refusing makes you heartless. Hate that? Hurry over. Mine's waiting."
"Nope, hate it. Not today. If anything, keep it light, fuck... I'll tell Euna to come. Say I'm meeting you—she can stay till night. I need a break too."
"Got it. But what about the jewel? Told your dad?"
"That asshole didn't even come home last night. Probably whoring with bar girls again. Hotel basement bar just opened—tons of hotties, he said. Dad's cock-brain gonna get him in deep shit."
"Huh? Lol... too funny. Calling your dad a cock-head... hehe..."
"Eh, whatever. We're tight like friends. He's peeked at my pussy."
"What?"
"Drunk at night, pass out in my room—wake up, panties gone. Means Dad peeked. Been like that since I was little. 'Daughter's pussy is Dad's.' He checks sometimes when I'm out cold from booze."
"That's okay?"
"If it was creepy intent, sure—but it's just play. I'd kill him for real rape, but nah. Grew up like that, doesn't feel weird. Others'd think it's fucked, though."
"Yeah, super weird. Dad peeking at his grown daughter's pussy... Same as Senior Euna."
"What? Same how? Euna's dad peeked too?"
"No, I mean... slip of the tongue. She's under surveillance."
"Oh. Anyway, mine's special. Dad's a daughter fanatic—famous for it. Ignores Mom, spoils me rotten. If he gave her half that, home'd be paradise. Regretful, but whatever. Mom couldn't forget first love, married Dad—lingering resentment. Can't blame anyone. Me being born was a miracle."
Senior Choi Yujin's family sounded off too. But a grown daughter—22 now—getting her pussy eyed? Kid stuff, maybe, but ongoing? Unacceptable.
"Still, stop showing it. What if he slips up?"
"No worries. Dad's got morals—won't cross that line. He said once: if you weren't my daughter, I'd fuck you any way. But you are, so no. That's why he bangs girls who look like me. Named one after me even. Creeped me out—now I lock the door drunk."
"Won't do it 'cause you're his daughter... Yeah, non-daughter? He'd have. Your dad's scary. Not normal."
Saw it often in 19+ ero chats. Dads—bio and step—craving daughters. Middle school girls, high schoolers. Whining they'd go mad without it. Jerking to sleeping daughters in secret.
Real life? Incest rapes happened plenty—underreported 'cause daughters wouldn't snitch. Stats: out of 30 raped by dad/stepdad, maybe 1 reports it. Familial rape had even lower rates. Bio dads? Lowest—couldn't bear sending real Dad to jail. Just endured silently.