Chapter 197
He wouldn't be able to make out the finer details. The forest was so thick and lush that even launching a drone wouldn't reveal its innermost secrets. Worse, blindly trusting the drone and plunging ahead could leave you vulnerable to venomous insects or toxic plants. Safety demanded a hands-on visual sweep—eyes sharp, confirming every inch.
Han Yaseong stuck to the edge of Forest 1, probing the perimeter of Forest 2 for a good while before circling back. Night had fallen by the time he slipped through the portal. Barely half an hour had passed in this world. He showered first, then cracked open a drink and sank into the sofa. The coffee table had shattered, so he dragged a chair from the bedroom to prop his feet up comfortably.
"Gotta kill that bastard..."
The nagging worry was grinding his nerves, piling on the stress. He thought about calling Senior Choi Yujin over but scrapped the idea—they'd already gone at it multiple times earlier that day. Asking for more after just a few hours in the suite would freak her out for sure.
Still, he needed to blow off steam the old-fashioned way. On a whim, he fired off a text to Senior Jang Eun-ah.
He finished his drink, tossed the can in the trash, and stood. A reply pinged right away.
The world's intruder bullshit had him wound tight already, and now this trash heap Jang Il-hak was heaping on more. He unloaded in a barrage of vicious texts.
Eun-ah sunbae had picked up on his mood, treading carefully.
She never played hard-to-get like Yujin sunbae. Pure obedience. But elite girls like her turned terrifying when crossed—Eun-ah had that obsessive streak. Betray her, and she'd unleash hell with every resource at her disposal. Yujin might play dumb and move on, but Eun-ah? Vengeance was etched in her bones. Treat her rough, sure—but discard her? Terrifying. She'd be scarier than Yujin in a real rage. That's why Yujin always buttered her up, kept her sweet.
And now that girl was heading to the school annex to spread her legs. Han Yaseong's cock twitched hard, surging with heat. Tonight, he'd take out every ounce of frustration on Jang Eun-ah's pussy.
He threw on fresh clothes and bolted out like the wind, racing to Hanyoung University.
Through the main gate, he spotted buildings dotted with lights. Still vacation, Sunday night, but classes loomed—students milled about. He strolled toward the annex, pulse quickening at the thought of ravaging Eun-ah sunbae in the clubroom. Excitement built, anticipation electric.
Until he hit the annex entrance. It shattered like ice.
"What the fuck is this?"
The massive glass doors were locked tight, lights out cold. Sundays usually kept them open for club access. Why the sudden lockdown? From a distance, the whole building loomed dark—no glow anywhere. Not a prank or oversight. They'd sealed it off completely.
Frustration crashed over him, hollow and furious.
"Fuck, seriously, what a pain in the ass—fuuuuck!"
Nothing went right. Stress boiled to bursting. One wrong soul crossing him, and he'd beat them half to death. He'd never felt this crushed in his life. Utter madness. Today was cursed—everything backfiring.
He wandered the annex perimeter, then hit the security booth. Had to know why.
The answer was a joke.
"One clubroom in the annex caught fire last night. Cigarette butt, didn't spread much, but the room's toast. Shut the whole place down."
Group Sound club, apparently. Smokers sparking trouble. Perfect timing—yesterday of all days. Tomorrow would've been fine.
Drained, he trudged back—then a spark hit. Sneak in. Perfect. Just him and Eun-ah sunbae in an empty annex. Fuck in the halls, shower in the bathrooms. No one around. Prime opportunity.
He circled to the back. Sure enough, fourth floor end—Group Sound room charred black. Contained quick, no spread.
Skirting the dark rear, he tested windows. One gave easily. Front doors locked didn't mean every clubroom window was secured—a classic oversight.
Double-checked no eyes, slipped inside. CCTV only at the main entrance—no clubroom cams. Safe.
Phone flashlight swept the room: religious club. Nothing worth stealing, window left ajar.
He hunkered in the shadows, texting.
No backtalk—she'd come. Obedient as ever. Tonight, he'd do it all, defile her till the stress melted away.
Minutes ticked by. Footsteps crunched; a shadow slipped behind the annex. Eun-ah sunbae, scanning windows.
He flashed his light from the sill.
"Here."
"There?"
She jogged over, tapping the glass.
"Climb in."
"This okay? What if we get caught?"
"Sneak out later. Front's locked—guard won't patrol."
"But others might be around."
"Who?"
"Other club kids. Closed doesn't mean empty. They sneak in like you."
Shit, yeah. Defiant types slipping into clubrooms. Or couples hunting fuck spots, just like him. Hallway sex? Risky.
"Get in first. We'll head to a clubroom anyway."
"No lights?"
"Moon's bright tonight."
Pity he couldn't ogle her naked body in detail, but sacrifices.
Under his urging, Jang Eun-ah hoisted through the window. Heart pounding like a guilty thrill, laced with excitement. She knew they'd fuck here—rushed a quick shower, soaping tits, pussy, ass in record time.
Gripped in his hand, she left the religious clubroom, heart hammering down the silent hall. The sealed annex was deathly still—no echoes but their stealthy steps, tiptoeing to muffle the sound.