Addicted to Luxury
“Ugh!”
Clutching that burning ambition, Han Yaseong unleashed everything into Senior Choi Yujin’s mouth. She sucked his cock with utter delight, swallowing every last drop.
“This place is amazing.”
“Right?”
They’d brought snacks to the pool, floating them on the water’s surface as they munched while gazing out at the city skyline.
“If you live somewhere like this, you could never go back to anywhere else.”
Han Yaseong munched on his crackers, and Choi Yujin nodded along, sipping her drink.
“That’s why I crash here sometimes. The view’s wide open, and swimming while overlooking the city just refreshes the soul. You can’t get this in a regular house.”
“No wonder being rich is so great. I never got it before, but now I do.”
“Exactly. It’s a kind of addiction. Once you taste this life, you can’t go back down. That’s why those drama tropes about ditching everything for love are as tough as dying.”
“You wouldn’t follow me, would you, Yujin sunbae?”
“Nope. You’d have to come to where I am. I hate living poor. I’ve always lived like this—asking me to go broke is impossible. So you follow me.”
“You’d dump me if I failed, right?”
“Obviously.”
Feeling a sudden spike of irritation, Han Yaseong grabbed her firm ass underwater, squeezing hard.
“Ow, that hurts!”
Choi Yujin really yelped in pain and twisted away, shooting him a glare.
“So do well. Success means you get it all. Losers lose everything anyway.”
“What if I succeed and end up with a bunch of other women? That okay?”
“Yeah, can’t be helped. It’s the privilege of elite men. No upper-class guy lacks women—from kids to geezers, they all keep seconds, thirds, mistresses, endless girls. That’s the perk. Women put up with it, living as rich housewives, blowing cash to soothe the sting. If they hate it, they divorce—but ladies like that don’t exist.”
“Why not?”
“Because another woman snags the spot. Like if the queen steps down, a concubine becomes queen. If the lady of the house leaves, someone else slides in. They can’t stomach handing it over, even if it kills them. That’s why I don’t say shit when you fool around with Euna. If I bail, she takes my place.”
“Elite life sounds exhausting. I just like this stuff...”
He reached out again, fondling her voluptuous ass underwater. Choi Yujin giggled and pushed back against his hand.
“You’re still innocent. You don’t know the upper class yet. But once you’re stained by it, you’ll change. We might end up fighting big-time and breaking up—over guys, girls, or money.”
“Hope that day comes. Means I’ve made it.”
“Even if it means dumping me?”
Choi Yujin’s eyes narrowed a bit, sounding miffed. Han Yaseong spun her around quick, plunging his rock-hard cock deep into her pussy.
“Why break up when I can do this?”
“Ahh! You sudden—!”
“I won’t fight with you, sunbae. I’ll just do this instead.”
Fighting with a woman was pathetic. Just ram your dick in her pussy—that fixed it. Choi Yujin turned her head in disbelief as his angry shaft pistoned in and out.
“You know interrupting like this is super rude, right?”
“How can I hold back when your ass and tits are this good?”
Standing behind her, he thrust into her pussy doggy-style, gripping her breasts and rocking his hips. Choi Yujin stood awkwardly in the water, offering her ass and chest with a sigh.
The kid was still young and immature. No need to overthink the complicated stuff now. If they broke up later, so be it. Lovers and couples all split eventually, no matter the “can’t live without you” drama. Who knew what’d happen with her and Han Yaseong down the line? They might even end up enemies. Better to savor the moment. Future was for later.
“Ahh!”
Choi Yujin suddenly shook her hips in a wild grind, forcing Han Yaseong to fight back his climax. Holding her from behind, kneading her tits, pounding her pussy while staring at the city—he felt like a movie hero.
Gazing at the world outside, he hammered her hot pussy for a good while before finally blowing his load. They headed to the bathroom for a shower together. They’d planned to stay till night, but he had to get back to the planet quick and dig up that land, so dinner and done.
As they soaped each other up, they laughed.
“Yaseong, your dick’s still swinging around all grotesque like that.”
“Yujin sunbae’s tits are jiggling too. Could use ’em as punching bags.”
He smacked her breasts playfully with both hands, making them bounce even more. Choi Yujin fired back, slapping his dangling cock downward. It flopped up and down wildly.
“Hahaha, that’s hilarious. Yours, Yaseong!”
“Your ass is funny too.”
Horny again, Han Yaseong pulled her close for a deep kiss.
“Mmm...”
Choi Yujin parted her lips, offering her tongue eagerly. Soapy from head to toe, they nibbled and sucked, savoring the afterglow even more.
This was what she loved. Not just ending sex and showering separately—no, bathing together, prolonging the vibe. He had a knack for the things women craved. Part of why sex with Han Yaseong was so good. Guys who showered and bounced post-sex were the worst of the worst. Lucky for her, Han Yaseong was top-tier aftercare king.
They rinsed each other clean, toweled off, and stepped out. Han Yaseong couldn’t wait even a second—he latched onto her tits, kissed her ass, ate her pussy, making her laugh like a puppy playing.
Choi Yujin returned the favor, squatting to suck his cock devotedly a few times. Horny once more, he laid her down, spread her thighs wide, and dove for her dripping, slutty slit.
“Enough!”
But Senior Choi Yujin stopped him, resisting hard. Han Yaseong froze, his throbbing dick swaying in confusion.
She jumped up, dashed to the sofa, slipped on her panties, and pouted.
“How can you go again? We were wrapping up.”
“Your pussy’s wide open when you squat like that. How am I supposed to hold back?”
“Jeez, you’re pussy-addicted. Anyway, that’s it for today—hold it. I’ll let you tomorrow.”
“For real?”
“Yeah. So behave today.”
Like a kindergarten teacher sweet-talking a kid, she strapped on her bra over those breast mounds. Once her tits and pussy were hidden away, Han Yaseong’s arousal deflated fast. Grumbling, he got dressed too.
“Tomorrow, I’m going all out.”
“Fine, do whatever. Let’s go eat—I’ll treat you to something yummy.”
They left the suite and headed to the underground restaurant strip. She told him to pick, so he scanned around and pointed at a fancy Korean course place.
“That okay?”
“Huh? Yeah. Pricey, but delicious.”
Choi Yujin led him into the place called Myeongsin. A middle-aged woman in elegant hanbok smiled and greeted them.
“The boss’s daughter, huh.”
“Hi there.”
Seemed they knew each other—she’d been here with her dad before.
“Two full courses, please. We’ll head to a room.”
“Sure, wait inside.”
Han Yaseong followed her into a room—spotless, with a huge screen behind for extra luxury. Sitting down, he peeked at the menu: insanely expensive. A single full course ran 200,000 won.
“Isn’t this too pricey?”
“Huh? Nah, standard. Real fancy spots hit 600,000.”
“Whoa.”
Elite life, huh. A month’s worth of average folk dining out, gone in one meal. Felt a bit off. Han Yaseong was still commoner at heart—200,000 won a plate didn’t sit right yet.
Chatting idly with Choi Yujin as they waited, young women in neat hanboks brought in trays. Like a Joseon dynasty royal spread—sides galore, most exotic stuff he’d never tried. 200,000 won for this? Felt like a waste. That’d buy twenty chickens. Elites didn’t blink at cash, apparently.