Chapter 153
Perhaps Eun-ah sunbae's father was wise after all—forcing virginity on his daughter, micromanaging her private life, even inspecting her down there. Without that, she might've turned into the ultimate slut, sleeping around with this guy and that, loose as they come. Among upper-class women, there were plenty like that, or so the rumors went.
Every time they jetted off overseas, they'd hook up with local men in whatever country they landed in. Back home, they'd hit the clubs, banging Korean guys left and right. Women screwing over fifty dudes a year—nearly one a week. Even in elite circles, those kinds of wild ones weren't rare. Loaded with cash, nothing to do, no family bonds to speak of, so their hobbies boiled down to dropping stacks on luxury bags and blowing random men.
To outsiders, it was contemptible, finger-wagging scandal material. But flip it around, and it sounded like a blessed life—born with a silver spoon, living entirely on your terms. Han Yaseong wanted that too. Just splash money everywhere, fuck hot girls to his heart's content... It was probably every dirt-poor guy's lifelong fantasy, even if he'd never pull it off.
Han Yaseong had been born dirt-poor, but now he was at least silver-spoon level, so he was content. If he really hit that 100-trillion-won jackpot someday, who knew? He might end up banging Hollywood starlets, turning full gold spoon.
Dreaming of that day, Han Yaseong slurped and sucked noisily at Eun-ah sunbae's ass, schlurp, smack. Her perfect hips were drenched in saliva.
"Ugh, Yaseong, you..." Jang Eun-ah twisted around to watch him lavish her entire ass with sucks, bites, and licks. She laughed, but a sigh slipped out too. No wonder Yujin couldn't handle his insane sex drive. It hadn't even been long since he came, and there was his dick again—swollen huge, swinging like a pendulum, just like a dog's knot. It looked different from the last time, for sure. Back then, it was like a magnificent Greek sculpture. Now? Some grotesque beast cock. And yet... that made her pussy throb even harder. The primal sight was firing up her nerves. Part of her wanted to beg him to shove it in. She bet it'd feel incredible, pure bliss. That's why she envied Yujin, who got to take that monster whenever. How hard must he have railed her to leave her pussy too sore to go again? Eun-ah wanted that too—wanted him to pound her senseless till she ached.
She felt bad for Yaseong. He must be so frustrated, her pussy right there but untouchable. Still, anal scared her, so she just spread her cheeks wider, twitching her hole on purpose while letting him suck and tongue it. When his tongue lapped at her asshole, it felt amazing. Eun-ah ended up squirting again after he rimmed and ate her out for ages. She refilled with flower crab hot pot.
"Tasty."
"Right?"
They sat at the table, plopping the whole pot down and ladling out steaming, spicy flower crab hot pot. After burning so many calories in bed, the hot broth and tender crab meat hit just right—savory, satisfying. Post-sex meals were always the best, sweet in their own way.
Han Yaseong cracked open a crab's back shell, scooping out the guts while glancing at the living room clock. Already pushing 6 p.m. The portal would open in an hour, but he had no clue what to do.
"What time you heading out, Eun-ah sunbae?"
"Me? Around 9?"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I've actually got somewhere to be... but I don't know how to swing it."
"Oh? Where?"
"It's nothing. But if you're leaving late, maybe I don't have to go. Could I crash till midnight?"
By then, he'd see her off and just sleep here. No need to wander aimlessly outside like last night. But if she bounced at 9, he'd be bored again, rolling around in bed all lonely. That's why he was negotiating now.
"Staying till midnight's tricky. I'm supposed to be with Yujin right now, so she'd have to call my house to cover. But if her dad catches wind—our dads are tight. Can't risk it."
"So 9 it is?"
"Yeah, safest bet. Makes it easier to come back next time too. Too many late nights raise flags. Pulling an all-nighter here like last time? That's a one-off fluke."
"Guess 9's best then."
No point risking suspicion for a few extra hours. Han Yaseong settled on hanging with her till 9. Only an hour left till 7 anyway, and he didn't want to rush her out just to dash through the portal. He could go tomorrow if needed. But the real issue? He didn't want to be alone at night anymore.
He'd always been fine solo before. But lately, chilling with Yujin sunbae and Eun-ah so much made nights alone feel empty, desolate. He didn't even want to sleep alone. Han Yaseong realized he'd gone soft. Craving company? Pathetic. Now he got it—loneliness only hits once you've tasted connection. If you'd always been alone, you wouldn't notice. But he'd sampled the fun of their company, and now solitude stung.
Loneliness felt like whining, honestly. When life's a grind, you don't have time for it. These new girls had brought joy—and with it, this bullshit loneliness.
They finished the flower crab hot pot, then lounged on the sofa with coffee. Eun-ah remembered the table, suggesting they shop online while sipping. Still naked, she wiggled her cute ass into the bedroom. Han Yaseong followed, firing up the computer.
After browsing wooden tables, she pointed at one. "This one's perfect, right?"
"Isn't it pricey?"
"Gotta be this quality. Look how pretty."
Eco-friendly premium wood—600,000 won. But to a gold-spoon girl like Eun-ah, it was chump change. Rich folks had it good—no price tags holding them back. Regulars like him haggled discounts, hunted bargains. Old Han Yaseong would've nixed it outright, but now his horizons were sky-high, so he let her buy. Wasn't his money anyway. Price didn't matter.
She went to check out, then paused with an oh shit face. "Wait, can't use my card. Address might show up on the statement—Dad could see. Use yours. I'll pay cash later."
"Sure."
Yujin's card anyway, 30 mil limit. They bought the 600k table online. Eun-ah eyed the card, pouting her lips.
"Yujin's card, huh?"
"Yeah, 30 mil limit."
"Wish I could hook you up too..."
Sounded genuine. Girls get called bean-paste cheapskates, but they spoil their guys. Simps buy coffee and meals for other dudes' girls, then whine about stingy bitches later. "Bean-paste girl" was a loser's term—self-own city. Han Yaseong hated it. He'd never spent on a girl. Gotta have a girlfriend first. And random chicks? No way. Simps foot the bill, cry victim.
"I'll get you something nice later, promise."
"This is plenty."
Standing behind her, he cupped the undersides of her massive tits with both hands and shook. They jiggled wildly, half-spilling out.
"Eek, that tickles..."
Eun-ah twisted away laughing. Yujin sunbae too—once stripped, neither bothered dressing anymore. Han Yaseong rubbed his swollen dick against her ass. He wanted to thrust somewhere, but options were slim. So like before, he wedged it between her plump cheeks and humped.
Eun-ah jolted when the tip poked her asshole, thinking he was going in.