Chapter 201
"I'm glad I was born a woman. If I'd been a man, you wouldn't have given me the time of day."
"Of course. It's these massive tits of yours that make me willing to take on even your chairman father."
With that, he lifted and dropped her enormous pair with both hands. They jiggled enticingly, sloshing back and forth.
"Aren't they heavy?"
"A little. Sometimes they're a real hassle—so much that I wonder why I even have them. But someday I can feed a baby with them. And you like them too."
"I prefer big ones over small. More fun to suck on."
So he immediately latched onto one, filling his mouth and sucking hard. Slurp, smack—as her nipple and breast melded together under the pull, Jang Euna writhed, gripping his cock in her hand.
"Ahng, don't suck so hard... My tits are sensitive..."
But Han Yaseong kept sucking fiercely, toying with her lush, swollen breasts. They were so big, they really did taste good. Flat-chested girls could never offer this kind of fun or flavor. Filled to bursting in his mouth, he could suck forever without getting bored—it was pure delight.
"Ah-eung!"
Alternating between them, grabbing handfuls and sucking away, he drove her wild. She squeezed the cock in her hand harder. No need to choose left or right—her tits were getting devoured relentlessly, pushing her to the brink. Pussy juice was already leaking out again.
Han Yaseong scooped her up entirely, settling her on his lap. One hand stroked her ass, the other her pussy, as he went all-in on sucking her tits. No penetration possible, so hands and mouth would have to do.
Clinging to him sideways like a baby, Jang Euna offered her tits and ass, spreading her thighs wide. Her naked body trembled.
"Ahk, I'm dying... Please, go easy..."
Three spots under assault at once—it was unbearable. Her tits alternated in his mouth, getting sucked raw; her pussy was getting churned by his right hand; her ass kneaded roughly by his left, even her asshole under attack. His middle finger had slipped into her crack, rubbing her hole.
Forgotten was her senior status—her mind dissolved into haze.
"Ahng, it feels so good..."
No more thoughts of him as a junior. He felt like her master now, and instinct took over, submitting fully. This was her slave nature emerging.
Hearing her whisper in his ear, Han Yaseong thought, Euna's a pushover. Nothing like the prideful Choi Yujin.
Grown like a bird tamed by her abusive father, Jang Euna craved another master. She wanted to bury the filth under even greater filth. Han Yaseong grinned, playing along.
"Euna, you like it?"
"Yes... I love it... Ahng..."
He'd slipped naturally into casual speech; she responded with honorifics on instinct. Even in older-woman-younger-man couples, this flipped the hierarchy. Guys start tossing casual "hey you" at big sis, and it sticks.
Han Yaseong and Jang Euna had reached that point. No—their slave streak and his psychopathic dominance amplified it.
"Euna, you love this so much. How'd you hold out this long?"
"I don't know... Eung... Yaseong, you..."
She knew he was casual now, her honorifics flowing, but she didn't stop him. Instead, she pulled his head in tight, shoving her tits into his face. Tits, pussy, asshole—all paradise. The nonstop triple assault flooded her with pleasure, pure bliss. She'd do anything he wanted.
"You really love it. Back when I first saw you, you seemed like such a pure senior..."
Turns out she was a total perv. No wonder they say you gotta strip a woman to know her. Kwon Seoha probably wasn't like this. Normal family, normal upbringing. Not twisted like Jang Euna, squirting everywhere.
Feeling his pants grow damp, Han Yaseong glanced down and startled. Her squirt had soaked his thigh through the fabric.
"Hey, you're drenched everywhere."
A touch irritated, he set her down. Jang Euna, still riding her high, squatted on the floor and grimaced at his wet pants.
"Ah, sorry... Let me wipe it."
She grabbed her panties and started dabbing at his pants. Han Yaseong thrust his swollen cock forward, tapping her cheek with it.
"Why do you squirt so much? You did it a ton earlier too. Nearly ruined my pants."
"Yaseong, you..."
Her face crumpled like she might cry. His blunt casual tone stung her heart. But he ignored it, slapping her pussy with his hand.
"From now on, we're doing casual during this stuff. Got it?"
"......Yeah."
She answered reluctantly. Refusing might end it right there. Plus, his casual speech wasn't half bad. He felt like a boyfriend now—more intimate, even.
"Shame we can't just fuck like this. So frustrating."
Lift her up, slam into that pussy—yet he couldn't. Like cooking a feast and only tasting it.
Jang Euna felt the same ache. Still squatting, she gripped his cock again, stroking.
"Sorry. I want to too..."
"Nah. Later. Suck it again."
"Okay."
She replied like a peer, then engulfed it deep, sucking eagerly. Han Yaseong basked in supreme superiority, utterly relaxed. This must be why people keep pets. For a moment, Jang Euna felt exactly like one.
Tossing casual at an older woman, manhandling her—pure thrill. Explains all the older-woman-younger-man couples. Guys love dominating up, girls love submitting down. Win-win.
If it was one-sided, there wouldn't be so many.
"Euna, hop up here."
He stopped her sucking, lifted her onto the desk. Moonlight streamed in as she hesitated, then climbed up, ass out, bent over.
In the dark, her firm cheeks gleamed perfectly.
"Ahng... This is so embarrassing..."
Snapping back to reality, she felt the humiliation hit—two years younger Yaseong behind her, ass presented like a bitch. On a members-only desk, no less. Her pussy quivered.
Han Yaseong flicked on his phone flash, illuminating her bent-over ass.
"Whoa, this is a masterpiece."
Asshole and pussy fully exposed between her cheeks. Bathed in bright light, her pussy drooled nonstop; her asshole clenched tight, slick and trembling with tension.
Dying for a pic, he switched to video mode first, snapped a shot.
Hearing the click, Jang Euna whipped around in panic, pleading.
"No, don't take pictures! Please, Yaseong!"
Tears welling, he quickly soothed her.
"Okay, okay. I'll delete it. Just look first."
He opened the photo. Seeing her inner ass captured so vividly, Jang Euna nearly fainted. What a slutty pussy and asshole. It didn't even look like hers—like some porn star's ass.
"Insane, right?"
"D-delete it. That's not me."
"It is. Your pussy and asshole."
"No. Delete it now. I hate stuff like this."
She snatched the phone, erased it. No way she'd let him keep that.
Han Yaseong smacked his lips in regret.
"It came out perfect. Could've been photo of the day on an adult site."
"Don't even."
She cupped his face, speaking softly but firmly.
"Yaseong, I'll do anything for you. But not this. Got it?"
Her serious tone revived the noble lady vibe. Even slaves can't hide noble blood.
But a slave's a slave.
"Fine. Now ass out, bend over again."
"......Okay."
She obeyed like a good pet, presenting once more. No pics, and she'd do anything.
Flash on again, he admired the view. Dying to show it off—too good for solo.
"Euna, let's show your ass to the members."
"No way. That's..."
"They'd freak. If they knew the chairman's daughter had such a slutty ass. They'd jerk off like crazy that day. Hiding this is a crime. Right? So after break, gather everyone and flash your ass and pussy."
"No. Don't..."
Humiliation flooded her; pussy and asshole twitched. Show this to members? The thought alone made her dizzy. They'd all look at her with contempt.