Chapter 183
Even if it felt embarrassing now, it could turn into a cherished memory someday. That's what Han Yaseong thought about Senior Choi Yujin's overreaction. How was she ever going to handle going nude in the park later, on all fours with one leg raised like a dog taking a shit? He fully intended to try that someday, but she was blowing this out of proportion over something as minor as a little fondling in a dark movie theater. The cold wind was whipping right through him.
Han Yaseong sidled up to her, wrapping an arm lightly around her waist. He figured the guy had to concede this time.
"Hehe, you mad?"
"......"
Senior Choi Yujin's eyes were icy. But somehow, that only made his cock throb harder. He swallowed involuntarily. An angry Choi Yujin was too damn pretty. Her sex appeal was exploding; he wanted to fuck her right then and there.
As Han Yaseong gawked at her with his mouth hanging open, Choi Yujin scowled.
"What? What's your deal?"
"Uh, you're incredibly sexy."
"What?"
Choi Yujin was floored. She was pissed, and he calls her sexy? But his expression looked genuine—like he was seriously turned on. Glancing down, she saw the heavy bulge straining against his pants. His dick had swollen right up, plain as day.
This guy's something else...
Seeing that, Choi Yujin forgot her anger in sheer disbelief. He was one of a kind. She'd never met another guy quite like Han Yaseong. He was a real subject worth studying.
"You're seriously weird."
"You're weird too, Senior. Why do you keep turning me on like this?"
"What? Pfft...!"
Choi Yujin burst out laughing despite herself. Fine, she surrendered. He was just a horny idiot. No need to take it so seriously. He was simply a fool with raging hormones. Not even a research subject anymore—it was obvious.
She could see the childish sexual fantasies swirling in Han Yaseong's eyes. He wasn't a full adult yet. More like stuck somewhere between boy and man. She could feel him lost in his own private sex dreams about her.
Once she realized that, Choi Yujin laughed for a good while before heading to a nearby pub.
"Let's grab a drink."
No point getting heavy with a sexual fantasy idiot. Everyone has dirty thoughts. Every guy fantasizes about sex. Women too, for that matter. That's why R-rated romance comics and adult romance novels were so popular with girls—they satisfied those sex fantasies. But women hated raw porn. Sex without love felt too animalistic, triggering revulsion. What they craved was sex spiced with love.
Choi Yujin and Han Yaseong squeezed into a crowded pub, snagging a table. They ordered chicken and beer, and Choi Yujin spoke first.
"What were you thinking, pulling that in the movie theater?"
"I just wanted to. You still mad?"
"I was earlier. But now? Nah. Seems like that's just who you are."
"What is?"
"That you're a total perv. I just got the full confirmation now."
"I'm only a moderate perv, though. Not extreme."
"So you know you're a perv?"
"People in ero chats say stuff like that. I'm not completely normal, they tell me."
"Ero chats? Like that site where you said you post pics before?"
"Yeah. An adult site where you upload photos and chat. I hop on there sometimes."
Mainly to talk about women. No, only about women. No politics, society, economy, or culture—just straight-up girl talk from start to finish.
"You hang out in places like that? No wonder you're such a perv."
Choi Yujin sighed and clicked her tongue. Watching porn and chatting on adult sites all day, obsessing over women—it was no surprise he was swimming in sex fantasies. His head was probably stuffed full of them. And she was the one egging it on. She was curious just how far his imagination went. Surely not something like group sex?
"I do."
The chicken and beer arrived. As they cracked it open, he admitted it straight up. Choi Yujin was even more dumbfounded.
"You fantasize about group sex? Picturing other guys gangbanging me?"
"Once in a while. Seemed kinda hot. Like, I get mine first, then pass you off to the other guys like a brag. Then I hook up with their girlfriends or wives. You're all 'nooo' but taking it from them while staring at me. You hate doing it with them, but you love showing it off to me. Basically, you cum hardest putting on a show for me with another guy."
"You're running at peak delusion speed."
Should she drag him to a shrink? But Han Yaseong's next words made her drop that worry.
"But that's just fantasy. I'd lose my mind if it actually happened. It's only fun in my head. Imagining some other guy creampieing you? No thanks. Your pussy's mine to fill. Got it?"
Choi Yujin couldn't help but laugh. Han Yaseong seemed safely within normal bounds after all. Every guy had fantasies like that. That's why porn and erotic stories were guy catnip—they nailed those delusions perfectly.
At least he didn't seem like the type to actually swap partners or pass around girlfriends like some dudes. Who knew about the future, but for now, that was the vibe.
"Got it. I'll save it all for you."
Choi Yujin thought back to that French girl she'd met on a Europe trip back in the day. A college student like her, but a total free-sex advocate. She'd fuck anyone, no distinctions between guys or girls. She'd even tried hitting on Choi Yujin, who freaked out. Ever since that shocking 19+ romp in bed with Ban Hee-kyung ages ago, she'd steered clear of lesbians.
Anyway, chatting with her, Choi Yujin learned she'd racked up over 5,000 partners from her teens up to then—a solid ten years. She'd bang any guy who caught her eye, and on busy days, she'd take on as many as thirty. Being a stunning beauty, guys probably couldn't resist her temptations.
To outsiders, she seemed freakish. But she loved nature—trees, forests, all that. There was a scent of pure freedom about her you wouldn't find elsewhere. By talk alone, she sounded like a whore, slut, or hooker. But meet her, talk to her, hang out? She was just a woman who loved nature and chased freedom.
That shook Choi Yujin to her core. What even separated normal from abnormal? She lost her grip on the standards. Normal was just acting like everyone else; abnormal was doing things differently. But that French girl blurred it all. Her behavior was utterly unlike any "normal" woman's—definitely abnormal. Everyone would call her that. Yet to Choi Yujin, she looked perfectly normal. Hell, her love for nature and freedom even seemed beautiful. By the time they parted and Choi Yujin flew back to Korea, she was thinking, Is this what a saint looks like? Long gray wavy hair, flowing skirts, always smiling. For a moment, she fantasized living like that. But she shelved it quick. She couldn't handle that many guys. She didn't even love sex that much. She just enjoyed it with someone she loved. Living like that girl? Impossible.
Watching Han Yaseong tear into the chicken, Choi Yujin thought of her again. Introducing those two would be hilarious. They'd probably click.
"Hey, come to Europe with me sometime."
"Huh? When?"
"Winter break works. Got a girl to introduce you to."
"Who?"
"The one who hooked you up with Euna."
It was thanks to her that Choi Yujin could hand Euna over to Han Yaseong. Pre-France her, sharing a dick with another woman? Unthinkable. Telling a hyper-horny Han Yaseong about Euna and even elite pleasure spots? That was her influence big time. Otherwise, she'd have shut him down: jerk off to porn, and dump him the second he touched another girl. Her views on sex had been ironclad back then. Meeting that girl crumbled them all.
That's when she started understanding her dad and his harem of women. She'd hated cheaters before—wouldn't tolerate it from herself or her partner. Lovers shouldn't stray; that was love. But the French girl showed her it wasn't such a big deal. She broke free from sex's shackles.