Chapter 176
Ordinary men just couldn't manage something like this. A gym trainer had once told him that only about 5% of the guys who went to the gym actually trained properly. The other 95% either half-assed it or showed up a couple times before ghosting altogether. They made excuses, claiming they could bulk up like celebrities if they just had the money for a personal trainer or meal-prepped lunches.
But real pros never blamed the gear. People who truly committed trained without a personal trainer and managed their own diets to succeed. Just like Han Yaseong, who was right there in front of her, chowing down on toast with relentless gusto.
Unlike ordinary guys, Choi Yujin had to admit Han Yaseong had real grit. A smile crept across her face. It made the morning pussy feel worth it.
Choi Yujin was ambitious too. If he'd been some average joe without that persistence, she'd have dumped him without a second thought. Upper-class women—no, women in general—liked men they could respect. That's why they went for persistent guys, for men who put in the effort. Whiny excuse-makers? Total turn-offs. Pathetic.
But Han Yaseong had none of that pathetic vibe. That's why she kept spreading her legs for him. He always met her expectations.
Still, Han Yaseong wasn't satisfied yet.
"You've gotta get way stronger from now on. Like, way stronger than this."
"Why?"
"So you can make it big. A 5 quadrillion asset holder."
"You really gonna go for that? I thought you were just messing around. The jewels you got from me are worth at least 10 billion already."
"That's chump change. I wanna go beyond the upper class—become a king. I want even the elites groveling at my feet. Gotta have at least 5 quadrillion for that."
If he was gonna do it, might as well shoot for the stars. Becoming a measly 10-billionaire was small potatoes. With the perks from that other world, settling for pocket change felt pointless. Hell, even the foreigners had turned discovering the Americas into the world's superpower. If it had been Joseon, they'd have found the continent and still botched building a proper nation.
Discoveries were only as valuable as what you made of them. Whether that world turned into 10 billion or 5 quadrillion was up to him alone. Han Yaseong planned to do what the foreigners did with their continent—forge that world into a path to becoming the richest man alive. Richer than every billionaire on Earth combined.
They said the top 1% of the world's population held 96% of the wealth, leaving the other 99% to scrap over 4%. Insane gap. But Han Yaseong aimed to flip it: he'd claim 50% for himself, leaving the rest of the planet to fight over the other half. A fortune no one could touch, no matter how hard they tried. That's what he wanted.
To get there, he had to explore that world. He needed the raw power to crush those massive apes. Somehow, some way, he had to get stronger.
Choi Yujin couldn't yet grasp 5 quadrillion as reality, but big goals weren't a bad thing, so she didn't object. Instead, she reminded him of tomorrow.
"You know you're meeting my dad tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah. What should I wear?"
"Whatever you're comfortable in. It's not like you're suiting up for a marriage interview. But don't go too sloppy—people might laugh. We're meeting as business partners, so something grown-up but not a full suit would be smart. Oh, let's hit the department store later. I'll pick some out for you. You probably don't own anything mature enough, so we'll grab a few."
"Sounds good. Perfect timing."
He needed a pickaxe and shovel anyway. No reason to turn down Choi Yujin's offer.
He finished the toast in bed, cleared the plate, flicked on the TV, and lounged for a bit. After the sex and full belly, sleep tugged at him. He ended up dozing off right there in bed. Choi Yujin blinked sleepily too, and before she knew it, she was out.
The TV droned on with comedy sketches and audience laughter filling the room. About an hour later, they both stirred awake. They lay there in a hazy daze, staring at the glowing screen, until Choi Yujin checked the time and sat up first.
"Hey, department store."
"Got it."
They rinsed up quick in the bathroom—just faces and hands—threw on clothes, and headed out. They hopped into the Lamborghini and sped down the road. Twenty minutes later, they pulled into the department store's underground lot. Elevator up to the men's casual section.
Han Yaseong tried on whatever Choi Yujin picked. The saleswoman assumed she was shopping for her little brother and chimed in with suggestions.
"This would look great on your brother."
She clearly didn't peg them as a couple. Choi Yujin didn't correct her, and neither did he. To outsiders, they just looked like senior-junior colleagues or cousins. No one would guess lovers. Only Oh Jeonghun from the water park two months back had clocked it.
"This is enough."
Five outfits later, they checked out and left. Buy it now, wear it forever—that was Han Yaseong's motto, so he took whatever she chose. Being loaded had its perks. No penny-pinching, just buy a bunch.
He usually snagged bargain-bin clothes from the market, so the pricier department store stuff felt luxurious. He'd never dropped 50,000 won on threads before, but 100,000-plus? The quality gap hit hard. Expensive really was better—softer, sharper.
"Hey, little bro, want more?"
Choi Yujin grinned at him by the elevators, cracking up at the saleswoman's "brother" bit. Han Yaseong, shopping bags in both hands, leaned in with a whisper and a smirk.
"She has no idea my cum's still stuffed in sunbae's pretty pussy."
"Hey..."
She startled, glancing around. But it was just them at the elevators.
"Lucky you, sunbae. You look single as hell. Guys'll be lining up to set you up."
"Oh yeah, now that they know I'm single, they've been pushing blind dates. What do I do? Go for it?"
She teased with a playful eye-smile. As if—as if, after spreading wide for him. Han Yaseong stayed cool.
"We said no prying into personal lives, right? Date all you want. Just no pussy for them. That's mine."
"Dude, too much. Don't talk like that in public."
Seemed like "pussy-sharing" embarrassed her, bruised the pride. Then it hit her—she scowled as they boarded the empty elevator.
"You were moaning my name earlier when you came, weren't you?"
"When?"
"Just now. I swear I heard it. 'Yujin, I'm cumming,' right?"
"Sunbae, elevators record audio these days."
"What?"
She jumped, eyes darting to the ceiling CCTV. Her face flushed crimson in panic.
"Oh god, if they heard that..."
"Nothing we can do if they did."
Who knew if it actually recorded? Didn't matter either way. Just a jab to rattle her.
She stayed dead silent until the elevator hit B2 for the sundries shop.
"Yujin-sunbae, you're surprisingly thin-skinned about this stuff. Scared over that?"
"Hey, I'm a girl. Gotta act proper sometimes."
She bounced back quick, swaying her hips as she walked. Every guy in the sprawling sundries section stole at least one glance. Some licked their lips, eyes hungry with lust.
Han Yaseong didn't mind. He'd drooled over Kwon Seoha and her queen-bee friends' asses back in the day. Men were tragic creatures. Pretty girl with a killer body? Eyes lock, dick twitches. That's why he'd jerked off that first night imagining Choi Yujin from the club signup.
With that history, he wasn't pissed at the stares. If anything, he half-wanted to strip her naked right there for a free show. No touching, but let 'em jack off to her bare tits, pussy, and ass once or twice.
He shook his head. He had a perverted streak too. Fantasizing about exposing Choi Yujin in the middle of the department store. Wanting strangers ogling her breasts, pussy, and ass.