Flaunting What's Mine
He wanted to boast and flaunt that this woman was his woman. Now he understood why guys in porn let others fuck their girls. It was bragging, pure and simple. Before, it had made no sense. Why let other men have your woman? Why get off on watching? He'd called those guys pathetic idiots, utterly incomprehensible. But now, he got it—a little, at least.
That's why, even if he couldn't let others actually fuck Senior Choi Yujin, he wanted to show her off. Spread her ass cheeks wide himself, expose her asshole and pussy, part her lips to reveal that slutty pink inside. It was the confidence of ownership, the thrill of flaunting it.
"What're you doing? You coming or not?"
Choi Yujin, oblivious to his thoughts, shot an annoyed glance at Han Yaseong as he stood there dazed.
He snapped back to reality. Still, for now, he wanted to keep her naked body and secret spots all to himself. No sharing with anyone.
"So, what'd you come here to buy anyway? Something need fixing at home?"
In the aisle crammed with hammers, mallets, and tools, she gave him a puzzled look.
"A pickaxe and shovel."
"For what? Digging up the yard?"
"Yeah."
Han Yaseong eyed the row of pickaxes. He picked out two big, sturdy ones, then headed to the shovels and grabbed three more solid ones.
Choi Yujin looked even more baffled at the haul—not one, but several.
"You working construction or something? Why buy so many?"
"Well... those glowing gems."
"Yeah? And?"
"Gonna try digging some up."
"With these?"
"Yep."
She stared at him in disbelief.
"You think they're buried underground?"
"Probably. Just wanna give it a shot. What if those glowing rocks are meteor fragments lodged in the earth?"
He couldn't spill all the details. Even so, they both knew his pitch lacked punch.
"Fine, whatever. Do your thing. Tell me more later."
"Got it."
She let it slide. He paid, jotted down the delivery address, and they headed to the underground diner together.
They grabbed a table and dug into steaming bowls of udon.
"Y'know, thinking about it, there must be tons of meteorites embedded in the ground. Over billions of years, millions must've crashed down."
"Right? That's why the big powers are already hunting ocean ones. Korea's still in diapers, they say."
"We're always late to the party. Hope we can catch up."
"Once I hit 5 quintillion won, I'll make it happen. I wanna deep-sea dive too. Not space—too boring—but the ocean depths? New fish everywhere."
"You're weird. Everyone dreams of space; ocean's an afterthought. I'd do the moon, though."
"Space takes forever just to go and come back. Ocean's quick. Could build underwater bases or cities someday. Money makes anything possible."
"True. With enough cash, you could found a country in this capitalist world."
"Hey, I thought that too. Once I'm a 5-quintillionaire, buy some land or island, declare my kingdom. I'd be king."
"And I'd be queen?"
"Yep. With thousands of pretty maids."
"That's your angle? The maids."
She tsked and slurped her noodles.
Han Yaseong sipped the hot broth. They finished up, left the diner, and hit the parking lot.
Back home, it was 2 p.m. They fooled around a bit more, then dove into round two of sex. Nothing else to do.
This time, missionary. His cock slid in and out of her pussy, a long, drawn-out fuck. Embraced, kissing, thrusting for over twenty minutes until the urge hit. He unloaded deep inside her again.
Later, she wiped her pussy with tissue, grumbling.
"Can't live with you, let alone marry."
"Why not?"
"Every day like this? No one could take it. They'd run off, married or not."
She had a point. Wives of sex addicts divorced because they couldn't cope—husbands turning them into cum dumps, nothing but semen receptacles. Depression set in from feeling like vessels for their man's load.
Han Yaseong figured he'd be the same with just one woman. No wonder she was already pushing him toward Senior Euna. Needed at least three or four girlfriends or wives to rotate.
Like Middle Eastern royals—four wives minimum. Get citizenship in a polygamy-friendly country. But with 5 quintillion, marriage wouldn't matter. Fuck any woman worldwide, Hollywood starlets included. Money had that power.
They rested with drinks when a shout came from outside.
"Delivery!"
The pickaxes and shovels from the store. He brought them to the living room.
Choi Yujin headed for a bath. Looked like that last fuck was it for the day.
Regret gnawed at him. He followed her in for one more.
She was showering, frowned as he entered. Knew what he wanted. She stuck out her ass.
"Hurry up."
"Right now?"
"You're gonna anyway."
Once he started, it was three minimum—daily or every couple days. Weak women might die mid-fuck.
He stared at her pale ass, hard again. Grabbed it, shoved his cock inside.
She'd half-expected it but shook her head in exasperation. Just a lazy offer, and he was pounding away. Yaseong was a total sex addict.
Sex addicts needed it constantly to satisfy. To keep him from street girls, she and Euna had to step up. Even Hollywood stars and athletes hooked call girls or whores. Fucked friends' wives, sisters-in-law, mothers-in-law. That scary.
Seeing Yaseong like this chilled her as she offered her pussy. Maybe introduce high-class courtesans. Cleaner than bar girls or hookers—no STDs. They weren't daily pros, got thorough checkups at designated clinics before and after clients. Elites fucked raw, creampied worry-free. Lowlifes caught shit from cheap lays.
Hands on the wall, ass out, she felt her pussy heat up from the relentless thrusting.
"Ask Dad tomorrow."
"About what?"
"High-class courtesans."
"That okay?"
"Once you're his business partner, he'll take you. Ahh...!"
But the doggy stimulation drew a moan, mixed with rising irritation. Go this far? Hook him up through Dad? Mood killer.
Han Yaseong, clueless, beamed.
"Think Uncle'll show me?"
Excitement in his voice pissed her off. She clenched, squeezing his cock buried deep.
He jolted.
"Ack..!"
"Can't control your dick? That desperate?"
"Yeah. Every day."
"Ugh..."
She sighed. No way she could daily. Every three or four days was her sweet spot—body and mind at ease.
Daily? Impossible. Hence Euna. Now courtesans too.
She pulled her ass back, cock slipping out. Grabbed it with her hand.
"What the hell do I do with this?"
Long like a dog's, grotesque and monstrous. Yet thrilling. His old cock was sculpted beauty; this beastly one sparked perverse excitement.