Chapter 179
Hanyaseong flashed a victorious smile as he caressed her jiggling breasts with his free hand.
"No matter what you do, you can't beat me, sunbae. So how should I educate you now?"
"This... I'm really gonna get mad. Untie me right now."
"Hey! To your husband, no less! You want a real punishment today?"
Watching Hanyaseong scowl, Choi Yujin felt her heart pounding. What's gotten into this kid? She knew it was just playful teasing, but the tension and faint fear made her slit clench and throb anyway.
But true to her upper-class upbringing, Choi Yujin kept a cool, nonchalant face and scolded him.
"You gonna keep this up? I'm your noona, two years older. Is this how you treat your noona?"
"That's exactly why I'm doing it—'cause you're my noona."
With that, he latched onto a huge breast with his mouth and sucked noisily.
Choi Yujin writhed as a sharp jolt shot through her nipple.
"Ahng, you really..."
She just wants sex after all. It was lust so intense it bordered on tiresome.
Hanyaseong pinned Choi Yujin's wrists together overhead with his left hand, like she was surrendering, while his right hand kneaded and jiggled the heavy flesh of her breast. At the same time, he devoured the other nipple, sucking wildly.
The stimulation was too much—Choi Yujin twisted her torso, rubbing her thighs together.
"Ahhk! Don't suck so hard... Aang...!"
As Hanyaseong unleashed his breast-sucking mastery, fresh juices seeped from her pussy. So much for the shower. She'd barely rinsed it clean, and now this. Resigned, she closed her eyes, offered up her tits, and surrendered to the pleasure.
Hanyaseong reveled in sucking her breasts to his heart's content. He was over the moon that Choi Yujin sunbae was his girlfriend. If she weren't, this would land him in chains behind bars. Satisfied at last, he released her wrists and grabbed both breasts with both hands, slurping away greedily.
Her hands free, Choi Yujin cradled his head like a mother with a fussy baby. He must love tits because they remind him of his mom, she thought. He had an unusual obsession with them. But he was just as fixated on pussies and asses too—probably from all that porn. His addiction made him fantasize about those dirty holes. And yeah, they were dirty. But women were no different, sucking men's piss-damp, crusty cocks. Half the women in the world were slurping dick today. Hell, Choi Yujin had sucked Hanyaseong's morning piss-cock herself. Tit for tat. That filth got washed away in primal love and raw lust.
Finally, Hanyaseong pulled away after feasting. He'd sucked so hard her areolas were bright red.
"Whew, ease up already. My tits are gonna wear out. Haa..."
Choi Yujin shook her head, still lying there. This lusty kid was a real handful. Sex was starting to feel exhausting. She'd indulge him today, but she planned to dodge him for a week. Giving too much wasn't healthy, and truthfully, she had zero interest in full-on fucking for a while.
"Hehe, I had a great time."
Gazing at Hanyaseong's puppyish grin, Choi Yujin let out an exasperated chuckle. This cute little punk—how can I even stay mad? Hideous cock, childish antics.
She pulled him into her arms.
"Too much sex turns women off. Got it?"
"For real?"
"Yeah. Imagine every single meal was just jjajangmyeon. All day long. Every time you meet."
"Ah... Yeah, that'd get old fast."
"Exactly. That's what you're doing right now—buying me jjajangmyeon every time we meet. Think I won't get sick of it?"
"You will."
Hanyaseong had to admit it. No real dates, just nonstop fucking. They hadn't even seen a movie together. Sure, he'd watched one at the theater with the club during that waterpark trip, but never just the two of them.
He reflected. Even I'd hate a guy like that. Meeting up just to bang in a room? No thanks. So he made a proposal.
"Wanna catch a movie?"
"Right now?"
"Yeah. The blockbusters are probably sold out, but we can find something to your taste."
Choi Yujin smiled. What a sweet kid—picks up on it quick. A stubborn guy would've pushed back and demanded more sex. No pointless pride like that; it was refreshing.
"Alright, one flick it is."
"Cool. Dinner's on me too."
It was her card, but if he swiped, it counted as his treat.
Feeling upbeat, Choi Yujin got up smiling and dressed. This was the charm of a young guy. Hanyaseong had real playboy potential. He knew how to read a woman's mood, how to deliver those little thrills that made them swoon.
Hanyaseong and Choi Yujin left the house and headed for the subway station. Saturday afternoon—movie district would be packed, so they left the car. Riding the train felt more like a proper date anyway.
"What should we see?"
On the subway, Choi Yujin pulled up movies on her phone. Hanyaseong did the same, scanning options.
Blockbusters needed advance tickets, so they eyed the ones wrapping up soon. One caught his eye.
"How 'bout this?"
"Eh? Already saw it."
"Oh yeah?"
He checked others. A murder mystery, out long enough that seats were plentiful.
They agreed and got off at the theater hub. Saturday crowds swarmed from the station.
Hanyaseong stuck close, guarding his sunbae from pervs. Sure, he sometimes fantasized about flashing her body to the world, but the thought of anyone else touching her? Hell no. She was his to touch alone.
Even in the throng, Choi Yujin shone like a star—his cock stiffened watching her. Nearby guys stole glances like she was a celeb. Climbing the stairs amid the stares filled him with pride. Nothing boosts a guy's ego like a hot girlfriend. With an ugly one, he'd pretend not to know her, walk apart. He'd seen that in 19+ ero chats: dating uggos was embarrassing, but blue balls won out. That was their level—couldn't land hot girls, so they settled, hoping for better someday. Fat chance. Those girls were the same: dreaming of studs but stuck with losers. Birds of a feather, chasing different dreams. Eventually, desperation led to marriage. Or lifelong singledom. That's life.
Hanyaseong was grateful for Choi Yujin. But he felt unworthy in reverse. Guys ogled her; girls ignored him. If he were tall and handsome like Oh Jeonghun, they'd call them the perfect couple. Instead, he looked like her lackey—regrettable. Height aside, if he were drop-dead gorgeous, it'd work. But no. His beastly muscles hid under clothes, leaving him outwardly average. Made him shrink a bit.
They bought tickets at the theater, then strolled the street with time to kill. Choi Yujin, thrilled by the rare date vibe, hooked her arm in his and chattered away. Feeling her joy made Hanyaseong happy too. More moments like this, he vowed. Too much sex definitely bored women. He'd read a manga like that: boyfriend only wanted room romps, girlfriend got depressed, ran into an old flame for a date, and boom—breakup. She'd yelled, "I'm not your fuck toy!" Back then, he hadn't gotten it. Now he did. Explained why she'd cried at first, calling him out for whore treatment.
Time to reflect. Sex in moderation from here. It was a tool, not the goal. Date first, fuck last—that seemed ideal. Exactly what women wanted.
"Walking around like this feels great, right?"
"Yeah."
Hanyaseong just loved seeing her arm-in-arm, beaming. They'd overdone the bedroom stuff for sure. More outings ahead.
They wandered, snacked, checked out street events. Some cable TV crew was filming nearby, drawing crowds. Plenty to see everywhere.
But then, trouble struck.