Chapter 185
"But it's not completely weird. Sexually, everyone's about like me or even worse."
"Yeah, as long as they don't commit sex crimes or anything. Just steer clear of married women with families. I can put up with pretty much everything else, but I can't forgive rapists or guys who wreck homes by screwing around with someone else's wife. Never do those two things. I'll let everything else slide."
"So that's why it's okay with Senior Euna?"
"Yep. I figured if I just left you alone, you'd lose your mind from all that bottled-up lust. Next thing you know, you'd be chatting up minors for paid hookups or picking up street girls and catching STDs. Oh, add that to the no-go list. No street girls. No minors. STDs or handcuffs, and you're done. Got it?"
"Yes."
He had no intention of doing any of that anyway. Sure, he'd like to hook up with a high school girl once, but to do it legally, he'd need her parents' permission and an official relationship. That way, no cuffs for banging a high schooler. But getting parental approval sounded like a total pain, so better skip it. Street girls? STDs scared the hell out of him—no way. Worrying about catching something or AIDS after? Nah, jerking off to porn with a clean hand was way better.
That stuff even made the news sometimes. When a report came out about an AIDS case in a brothel, anxious guys would flood the health clinics the next day for tests. Pathetic for a man.
"I still feel like I don't know everything about you. Like you've got some massive secret or something. So I'm gonna explore you like a planet survey."
"Like how I stuck my tongue in your ass?"
"Hey!"
Senior Choi Yujin scowled and chucked a chicken bone at him. Han Yaseong casually raised a hand and blocked it.
"I'm telling you again—no tongue in the ass. I'd die. It feels so damn weird."
"How weird?"
"Every time you shove your tongue in, it's like a goddamn loach worm burrowing into my asshole."
"Really?"
"Yeah. If you're that curious, I'll do it to you later. Feel it for yourself."
"No thanks. Tongues only go in girls' asses anyway."
"Says who?"
"Guys' dicks are too hard to fit. But girls have soft asses, so the tongue slides right in."
"Ugh, seriously... shut up. You're ruining the beer buzz."
Senior Choi Yujin clicked her tongue and chugged her draft beer.
"Anyway, you seem to have some wild sexual fantasies, but so far it's manageable, so we'll table that for now. No signs of actual sex crimes, at least. And if it's fantasies about me, I can indulge you to a point. Not like groping my pussy in the theater, though. I could maybe show you me peeing or something, but if it gets too extreme, I'll put a stop to it. Keep that in mind."
"You'll show me you peeing?"
"You were gonna peep anyway. You saw Euna peeing, right? Bet you wanna see mine too."
"Yeah! Hehe. I wanna watch so bad. I'll hold you from behind and lay you down. 'Pee pee...'
"Ugh..."
Senior Choi Yujin shuddered with a look of pure horror, then suddenly stood up.
"Where you going?"
"Pee."
"Huh? Want me to lay you down?"
"Just sit tight."
She shot him a warning glare and headed for the bathroom. Sounded like she wasn't actually planning to show him after all.
Han Yaseong tore into more chicken and sipped his beer. He'd been shocked earlier when she called the planet Han Yaseong—total coincidence, thank god.
Her words lingered in his mind. Angela, Ban Hee-kyung, Han Yaseong. She said these three were the weirdest people she'd ever met. Made him want to see Angela and Ban Hee-kyung at least once. What were they like?
Angela sounded like a classic hippie or gypsy type. But for actual sex, you'd have to watch out for STDs or AIDS. Sleeping around with anyone? One wrong move and you're fucked—literally.
Ban Hee-kyung he'd seen in photos, but in person it'd be different. Thinking about her brought back that cute-yet-sultry face and her brain-melting huge tits. Just the memory made his dick rock-hard. Her sex appeal was top-tier. How could such a petite body carry tits that big and perfect? Best in her class, hands down.
Too bad he'd never spotted her at school. She only seduced and fucked her friend's boyfriends, so he wondered how she'd react once she knew about him. You're Yujin's boyfriend? Straight to spreading her legs? The thought made him chuckle.
He nursed his beer quietly when Senior Choi Yujin came back down the narrow aisle. She really had that urban, sophisticated vibe. She shone even brighter in a crowd. Compared to the other women nearby, she looked stunning. Guys in the pub stole glances, checking her out. No wonder the women's stares were hostile—like something irked them. Probably whispering plastic surgery among themselves.
Amid all those eyes, Senior Choi Yujin seemed totally free. Probably used to it. She ignored the stares completely.
But Han Yaseong was different. Watching her stand out so sharply in the pub made his dick throb harder. Pride swelled: That's my girl. Especially after dumping two loads in her pussy today. Ultimate superiority complex. His cum filled her up, and no one else knew.
Who would? No one knows which girl sucked whose dick or spread for who yesterday. Half the women in the world had blown or fucked someone in the last day or two, but people don't see it, so they don't know. That's why they like them.
If they knew? No way they'd feel affection. It'd turn to rage. Imagine your crush took another guy's load in her pussy or mouth last night? Affection flips to fury—curses, finger-pointing.
Ignorance breeds fondness. Idols and actresses suck their boyfriends' dicks and spread wide too. Fans love them because they don't know. Unless you see it, you don't imagine sex. That's why sex tapes shock everyone. It's normal, but unseen—until it's right there, hitting like a bomb.
Knowing your girlfriend or wife cheated yesterday versus not? Huge difference. If you don't know she came back with another man's cum in her, she's just your regular girl or wife. Ignorance is bliss—knowledge is torture.
So Han Yaseong didn't dwell on the past. The present mattered. Senior Choi Yujin smiling and approaching him—that was everything.
Then some random guy swooped in and grabbed her arm. Han Yaseong froze, eyes and body rigid. Who the fuck are you?
She turned, face lighting up. They knew each other. They chatted in the aisle until others needed to pass, then moved aside and headed somewhere.
Han Yaseong shot up, craning his neck. There—her heading to a table with the guy. A group of guys and girls were chowing down on beer and chicken. As she approached, they all grinned happily. Looked like friends.
Wait, he'd seen them before at the school annex. Not her department, but some club members? Yeah, faces rang a bell.
She sat down and started chatting animatedly with them. Han Yaseong figured no big deal and sat back down. Sipping his beer alone, his phone buzzed.
It was the gun shop in Chungju.
"I talked to the blacksmith—they say they can make the great sword. Probably need to shell out around a million won."
"Then tell them to make it. Wait—no, text me the blacksmith's number. I need to talk to him directly."
"Got it. Anything else you need?"
Sounded like he wanted to sell more. But nothing for now. No shotgun needed... Air rifles required permits anyway—tough to buy.