Chapter 191
"It's really expensive. Only super-rich folks could afford to stay here."
"Not even that. You need confirmed upper-class status. Parvenus with just money can't get into the royal suites even if they beg. Only top CEOs, presidents, celebrities—people with real clout can stay there."
"So even if regular people have the cash, they can't come in."
"Exactly. Those types splash out the money to get in and then trash the place. They don't keep it clean, so only verified upper-class elites and VIPs are allowed. The suite I'm using is just a regular one—anyone with money can book it."
"Why not use the royal suite?"
"Dad wouldn't let me. He said it'd cause unnecessary gossip. Plus, if he gave me one, he'd have to give them to the other execs too, so no dice. But I kept whining, so he had it remodeled like this instead. No pool before—it was such a pain."
It felt like peeking into real high society. A night's rate in the eight or ten hundred range didn't even register as real. But this was how the elite lived, I could feel it. True one-percenters, lording over everyone like royalty—like kings.
No wonder everyone chased fame and fortune. Even with billions, landowners and nouveau riche couldn't touch a royal suite—they'd be pissed.
Han Yaseong had glimpsed a new world.
Stepping onto the balcony, the view hit different. Everything below felt insignificant, like it all belonged under him. Maybe it was the height, but for a moment, he felt like one of them—upper crust.
Now he craved the real ascent. To live as true elite. No more scraping by in the dirt; he wanted to soar in the skies, dazzling and bold. Even if he crashed later, just once—he yearned to fly free like those one-percenters.
"Let's hit the pool first. You don't have a swimsuit, right?"
Turning at her words, there stood Senior Choi Yujin, already stripped bare, slipping into her swimsuit. The heavy sway of her massive tits and the dark bush peeking from her plump slit ignited an instant fire in him.
Han Yaseong couldn't hold back. He lunged, wrapping her up as she tried to pull on her swim panties, and pinned her to the sofa.
"Hey, wait—pool first..."
She resisted a bit, but he was too riled up. He yanked her thighs wide and stared. Her slit gleamed slick and inviting.
Exposed like that, Choi Yujin flushed and covered it with both hands.
"Pool first, I said. We can do this later."
"This first, pool later."
Like a pup nuzzling, he nudged her hands aside with his nose, latched onto her pussy, and sucked hard. A wet sluuuurp echoed as her folds yielded, and she twisted her hips on the sofa.
"Ahhng, so sudden..."
But she didn't hate it. Savoring the pull on her pussy, she felt her ass lift higher. Her asshole winked fully into view, chilled by the air. Tension built—knowing it was next—making her tight little ring twitch shyly.
"Hey, hold on..."
Flat on the sofa in diaper pose, she fluttered her hole. Han Yaseong pulled off her pussy, grinned at the cute sight, and flicked his tongue over it.
His tongue grazed her tender rim, and a shiver raced up her spine, spasming her ass.
"Haaang!"
It clenched shut on reflex. He chuckled, lapping teasingly at her asshole again. Teased and tormented, it quivered helplessly.
"You... really..."
Embarrassed, she squeezed her eyes shut and turned away. Licked there, and she lost control—her hole winking wildly. Mortifying, humiliating... it made her pussy gape even wider.
"Yujin sunbae's reactions are so pretty."
Han Yaseong savored licking her ass. That's why he did it—for those responses. No fun without them. Her virgin-like innocence made sucking and licking a thrill. Her asshole was virgin territory—no one but him had claimed it. Pure bliss.
Alternating between pussy and ass, he drove her wild.
"Ahhk, haang..."
Her breaths ragged, sweat beading, she teetered on the edge. He was a master at this. Ex-boyfriends never went this far—sometimes skipped it, calling it gross. But Yaseong? Always eager, always thorough. Clean or not, shitted or showered—didn't matter. Pure devotion.
That's why she loved him. Her pussy and ass felt cherished. Along with her tits, kneaded roughly in his fists. Every spot pulsed with pleasure.
"Hhk..."
She broke, bucking her hips as she squirted. Like a showerhead burst, her pussy fountained, drenching his face.
First time cumming so openly. She'd leaked before, but this gush? Han Yaseong watched, fascinated.
"Sunbae, you squirted for real. First time seeing this."
"Yeah..."
Gasping, she basked in the afterglow. Still in diaper pose, ass up, thighs splayed.
He stroked her soaked pussy with his palm. Rich or elite, in this moment, just a woman. That's why he loved dominating her— that rush of superiority, satisfaction.
Smacking her slit lightly, juices splattered. She jolted, head snapping up.
"Don't do that."
"Why not?"
He smacked again, pat-pat-pat, then spread and toyed at will.
Flabbergasted, she shook her ass free and scrambled off the sofa.
"Get ready—you're getting your balls busted later."
"Huh? Why?"
"Is my pussy your toy? It doesn't talk back."
"Sorry. Just the balls, though..."
Snapping back to reality, he clung to her legs. She'd clocked his slave-treatment vibe.
Seeing him wag like a kicked pup, she sighed.
"Joke in moderation. Push too far, and your balls won't survive."
"Got it."
He reared up, planting his mouth back on her pussy. Another sloooorp, and she yelped, yanking her ass away.
"Jeez, you animal. Not some horny beast. Come swim already."
She bolted to the pool, nude—no suit. He stripped too and followed.
Her suite perched high, no opposite buildings nearby, plus the awning—zero prying eyes. They frolicked naked in bliss.
"Yujin sunbae, you're so sexy."
Her tits bobbed above the water, perfect. Mouth agape to suck, she laughed and splashed away.
"Enough already, you perv."
"You're the one who got me like this."
He caught her, hugged tight, slurping her tits.
"Ahng, seriously... always like this with you..."
Not hating it, she offered her chest while grabbing his cock. Rock-hard in the water from arousal. She stroked, and he sucked harder.
After a while, he climbed out, sat on the edge, dick standing proud.
"Suck it."
"Okay."
Eager, she gripped with her left hand, engulfed it. Wet slurp, smack sounds, melting pleasure.
Han Yaseong gazed at the cityscape while she blew him. This was elite life: stunning views, beauties on their knees. Pure heaven.
Now it felt real. No more clouds—tangible. Campus queen Choi Yujin sucking him off in a pool suite? Ecstasy.
Just today, but if he hit elite status? Anytime. Summon beauties on demand.
That was the divide: elites fucked whenever; commoners, never. He'd lived the latter—time to break free. Just once, blaze as rich elite.