Chapter 156
He kept the fleshy curve of her ass in his mouth, sucking greedily while fingering her pussy and teasing her anus with his fingertips. Jang Eun-ah twisted her hips this way and that, giggling from the ticklish sensation. She'd felt something like this before, but being with Ya-seong always brought back that honeymoon thrill. If he kept ravishing her like this forever, boredom would never creep in.
For two full hours, they lay tangled on the bed, chatting idly about this and that, nibbling and sucking away the time until it was nearly nine. Both Han Ya-seong and Jang Eun-ah watched the clock with growing regret as the minutes slipped by. She climbed back into a 69, eagerly sucking his cock, while he savored the sight of her ass, licking and kissing it in their final playful romp.
Senior Eun-ah's definitely got a dick addiction, he thought. Senior Yu-jin was similar, but Eun-ah's craving ran deeper. A virgin who loved cock this much. After twenty-two years without one, the moment it hit her lips, she lost herself in sucking, unable to let go.
Ya-seong slurped noisily at her pussy in return, his thumb relentlessly circling her anus. He had to imprint himself on her somehow. Make her pussy and ass remember who owned them. Porn had drilled it into him: if the body remembers, the mind follows. He needed to torment Senior Eun-ah's body until it etched him into every nerve.
As nine o'clock loomed, he finally unleashed another load into her mouth. Jang Eun-ah gripped his shaft with both hands, sucking down the semen with fervor. It tasted strangely delicious—his semen, anyway. Magazines claimed men's cum was nasty, but Ya-seong's was so clean and fresh, no barriers to devouring it. She sealed her lips around his urethra like a straw, slurping every drop until nothing remained. Twice today, and she felt utterly sated. In exchange, she'd flooded him too—his face was slick against her ass when she glanced back.
Jang Eun-ah was blissfully happy. Now she understood why men and women married. It was for this exact thrill, this joy. Her parents, clueless to such pleasure, seemed pitiful. Fucking strangers one-night stands without true intimacy? Pathetic. So why stay together? Divorce made no sense. They'd taken everything from each other—why cling to the hollow shell of marriage? It baffled her.
A spark of rebellion flickered to life in Jang Eun-ah's heart. Tasting Ya-seong's cock had stripped away her fear of her parents. His dick was becoming her spear of defiance.
"Too bad we have to stop."
"Yeah..."
At the front door, Han Ya-seong lingered under her farewell gaze. She'd quickly showered her lower body in the bathroom—wet hair might raise suspicions.
He hated to go, but next time would have to do. "When can you come again?"
"Hmm, probably after school starts?"
"Club room then?"
"Should be fine. The others hardly show up—only for official meetings."
The idea of fooling around in the club room excited her. Better than solo masturbation, at least.
Ya-seong glanced around, confirmed no one was watching, and planted a flurry of kisses on Senior Eun-ah's lips. She giggled and kissed back just as eagerly. This was what she loved about him—beast mode during sex, puppy mode at goodbyes. His duality kept things endlessly fun. One side alone would've lost its charm.
Seo Tae-ha was like that. Always cool and distant, no playful silliness. That's probably why Yu-jin dumped him. Seo was the type best admired from afar—up close, he'd bore you to death. Personality mattered that much. No wonder couples split over "incompatibility." Boredom together was a dealbreaker.
Luckily, time with Ya-seong flew by, never dull. Thrilling, even.
"See you at school then."
"Yeah. Drive safe."
Jang Eun-ah climbed into her foreign car, started the engine, and waved as she pulled away. Han Ya-seong waved back at the receding taillights before heading inside. The living room clock read about 9:45.
His room reeked of women—pussy scent, perfume, body musk. Senior Yu-jin's and Senior Eun-ah's mingled in the air. Before, it had just been his own stale dampness. Now their essences blended in.
Ya-seong flopped onto the bed soaked in their scents and grumbled. "Wish we three could live here..."
Sharing the house with Seniors Yu-jin and Eun-ah would be a blast. No more loneliness—he'd always have them close. Nights alone were starting to grate.
He rolled around on the bed before grabbing his phone. He wanted to call Senior Yu-jin, see her reaction. Dialed, and her familiar ringtone played until she picked up.
"All done?"
"Yeah."
"Must've been great."
A hint of jealousy tinged her voice. Adorably so.
"Come over now."
"What?"
"I want to."
"Ugh, you beast... Fresh off Eun-ah and already calling for me? What are you gonna do, huh? You're a sex addict."
"Still craving more."
"Jeez... You'll kill a bunch of girls. How do you even handle that libido? What do you eat to get so horny?"
"Ate you, got stronger."
"Hah... You've had your fill—now sleep. No more whining. I only put up with this 'cause you're like a little brother. If you were older, no way."
"I'll give you all you want tomorrow."
"Ugh... Maybe tomorrow or the next day. Go to bed."
"Okay. Night, senior."
"Yeah."
She hung up. Not too mad, even after Eun-ah. This wasn't cheating— she'd set it up herself. Upper-class women were unique like that. They'd tolerate what average girls wouldn't. Probably grew up watching elite men with their mistresses and thirds. Like queens accepting the king's harem—familiar, not shocking. No tantrums or suicides over another woman.
Ya-seong wrapped up loose ends, reheated the leftover flower crab soup, scarfed it down, then dove into some 19+ erotic chats until midnight fatigue hit. He powered off, crashed into bed, and slept.
The next morning, with nothing to do, he lounged idly until hunger drove him out. Grabbed a bowl of blood sausage hangover stew at a restaurant, then wandered the neighborhood. Gym? Nah, too lazy. What now?
Nothing came to mind. Hilarious—nothing but sex to fill his days. How had he survived before Yu-jin and Eun-ah? Must've been truly aimless. He hadn't noticed back then. Routine blinded him to the boredom, the loneliness. Like someone who's never tasted meat.
But once you know... you can't go back. Monks who sample meat sell the temple for more, they say. Women were like that—irresistibly addictive. Tastier than steak. Even vegans skip meat but not pussy. Women outranked everything. You could live without beef, but not without them.
"God, I'm bored..."
Han Ya-seong ambled along the river path, sighing. Days dragged endlessly.
Then he spotted a woman jogging by in tight training gear. Her body was killer—ass begging to be bared and fucked. These days, any hot figure sparked the urge to strip and dive in. He was in full rut. Worse lately. The other world was fine, but here? Skip a day without pussy, and frustration built. Anyone would do to scratch the itch.
No Eun-ah today—he'd have to wait for Senior Yu-jin.