Chapter 171
"Did these bastards hurt you?"
With a low grrr, it sketched something like an entrance behind the beasts—a tunnel leading inside. Only then did Han Yaseong catch on.
"Ah, so these guys are the guards here. You can go inside, but you got jumped trying to enter. Right?"
Kya-rung. The Yadong beast bobbed its head in agreement.
"So you got this from in there? By going inside?"
When Han Yaseong held out the golden metal, the beast made a face like spot on. That cleared up the mystery. But what the hell was inside? Some secret hideout? A treasure vault? Even beasts had gatekeepers. Something important had to be waiting in there.
"Can we go back later?"
Ga-rung. The Yadong beast shuffled to the corner and flopped down. No way it wanted to go back—or more like, nothing worth the trip anymore. Han Yaseong could feel its total lack of interest.
He felt a pang of regret. He'd hoped for more. Still, he'd check it out later for sure. Had to see it himself. Even if it turned up empty, he couldn't pass up an adventure like that.
After breakfast, he doused the campfire, tidied the shelter, and stepped outside to wait. Sure enough, a white portal shimmered into existence. It never got old. How did it show up right on time every time? Felt like a damn timer.
Glancing back at the shelter where Yadong was sleeping, Han Yaseong shouted,
"Yadong! See you later!"
Then he leaped into the portal.
Scraaaape!
"Ow, fuck!"
He'd misjudged the attic entrance and scraped his knee hard. Wincing, Han Yaseong rubbed it and climbed down. Outside was still pitch-black dawn. He grabbed a cola from the fridge, chugged it, and checked the living room clock— just past 2 a.m.
No sleep coming, so he showered first. Afterward, he snacked at his desk while searching online for pickaxes and shovels. Big department stores had them. He'd grab some in the morning. Shutting down the browser late, he finally checked his smartphone.
Nothing. No texts, no missed calls. Yujin senior and Euna senior were probably asleep, so no calling. His dick throbbed—he wanted to fuck now—but no options. Always back at dawn; timing sucked. Sighing, he glanced at the date.
Saturday. Tomorrow—Sunday—he was meeting Yujin senior's dad. That reminder spiked his nerves. Problem was, no more glowing gems. Yadong's reaction suggested the gem mountain was in dangerous territory. Safer spots only had pebbles. He'd banked on a haul to impress her dad. Now plans were fucked. Still, even scraps might total billions. Time to negotiate.
Make him an agent—30% cut. 70-30 split: 30 to Yujin senior's dad, 70 for him. Oh, toss 1 to Yujin senior too. She'd manage the assets anyway. Whatever, as long as he got her pussy, it was profit.
Bored, he paced. Frustrated, he stepped outside. Horny as hell, no girl around—lonely shit. Needed a booty call on speed dial. Pretty call girl would be ideal, but he didn't know any spots. Bars and rub-and-tugs? Dirty, gross, no thanks.
Pacing the yard, he remembered Angel Club in Cheongdam-dong. Worth a shot? 4 a.m. peak time—clubs wrapped around 8. Couples pairing off, slipping away. He wavered... nah. Better hold out, call Yujin senior. Hitting the club now? No pickup game. Oh Jung-hoon wouldn't hook him up on purpose. It was his turf, a flex: look at me. No warm welcome there.
Han Yaseong sighed heavily and trudged back inside. Time crawled. Every minute dragged. Used to handle boredom fine... now even solitude grated. That world stayed fun thanks to Yadong. Solo? He'd probably skip it more, bored and lonely.
Bedroom porn it was. Father-in-law raping daughter-in-law got him raging hard—switched to variety shows, tossed and turned till sleep hit.
Woke at 8 a.m., eyes gritty. Grabbed his phone, dialed.
Familiar ringtone melody, then Yujin senior picked up ages later.
"...Why so early?"
Sleepy slur. She'd been out cold.
"Missed you."
"......"
Too direct? Silence. Asleep again?
"Yujin senior?"
"Yeah..."
"Can you come over now?"
"......To fuck?"
"Yeah."
"Sigh..."
Deep sigh crackled through.
"You railed Euna and you're already...? You do this every day?"
"Well..."
Couldn't say forty days dry here. Felt daily in this world—total sex demon to her.
"Euna said you dumped so much in her, no girls for a while... Then you call right after? Unbelievable. She'd bail if she heard."
"Ah, want Euna senior to come too?"
"Why?"
"Just the three of us hanging."
"You scheming a threesome?"
Guilty twinge, but he played cool.
"Nah, no way. Even if I'm good, two seniors? Impossible."
"Damn right. I won't do threesomes. Dream all you want, but no. I don't share."
"Got it. Heh..."
Would she really? Black fruit and they'd both squirt, fighting over his cock. Crystal clear. Shame he couldn't snag any from that world. Threesome with both? Later.
"Hurry then. Can't hold out."
"Ugh... ruining my sleep... this horny kid..."
He pictured her squirming in bed. Adorable.
"Come on. Waiting."
"......Fine. Toast for breakfast."
"Yes ma'am."
Hung up, grabbed wallet, bolted out. Neighborhood food joint: toast, sandwiches, salad. Back home, paced the living room antsy.
She'd said soon—hour later, nada. About to redial when the doorbell buzzed.
He flung open the gate. Yujin senior stood there, wet hair, sunglasses, arms crossed, scowling.
"Sunglasses?"
"Eyes hurt. Barely slept."
Sleepy beauty pouted her way inside. Wet hair meant she'd showered at home—explains the delay.
Straight to food hunt in the living room.
"Where's my toast?"
"Kitchen."
Led her to the table. Unopened packages—she whipped off shades, scowled harder.
"Why no setup?"
"Eat after. Don't want it cold."
No point prepping early. Plan: fuck sloppy in the bedroom while warm, then eat.
"You're hilarious. I'm not some easy lay—you think I'm that cheap?"
Sleep-deprived edge, but pussy delivery unchanged.