Shadows of Jealous Possession
Still, the male members would get massively turned on seeing her pussy and asshole. She might even get gangbanged that day... The mere thought sent chills through Jang Eun-ah, and her pussy kept leaking juices that ran down her thighs.
"Eun-ah, you're gushing like crazy? What're you thinking about?"
He stirred her pussy with his fingers, and it was like a flood. She must have been getting off on the idea of being seen. The thought of exposing her slutty side to the club members had her squirting even more. She definitely had masochistic tendencies. The complete opposite of Senior Choi Yujin. Their different sexual types made every fuck varied and even better.
Grinning mischievously, Han Yaseong raised his middle finger and slowly pushed it into Jang Eun-ah's asshole.
"Ahh! Yaseong, not there..."
Instinctively clenching to block the intrusion, she then rationally relaxed. The first knuckle of his middle finger slipped easily into Jang Eun-ah's asshole. But it wouldn't go further, like it was caught on something.
"Relax a bit. Let me push in more."
"No... it won't go any further."
Jang Eun-ah grimaced, trying to loosen her asshole, but his finger stayed stuck. His pinky had gone all the way in before, but the thicker middle finger wouldn't budge. Finding it amusing, Han Yaseong slowly worked the inserted knuckle in and out. The motion in her tight asshole gave intense stimulation. Unable to endure the single knuckle thrusting repeatedly in her delicate hole, Jang Eun-ah shook her ass.
"Ahng... that's weird... stop..."
"This is fun too. You like it, Eun-ah?"
"I don't know... please stop..."
Jang Eun-ah felt like she was dying of shame. Bent over the desk, offering her asshole like this... The humiliation from her father examining her paled in comparison to what Yaseong was making her feel. And the pleasure was even stronger. The sensitive lining of her asshole itched unbearably against his finger.
"Aaaang... please... hng..."
As if her asshole had its own nerves, Jang Eun-ah squirted from her pussy and writhed. Han Yaseong barely held back his laughter and kept rubbing her asshole. A senior two years older, naked on the desk under the moonlight, getting her ass played with and squirting pussy juice—it was hilarious. He really wanted to film it and show the members. If they saw Senior Jang Eun-ah like this, they'd be shocked and probably gang-rape her on the spot. Her display was shockingly lewd, beyond imagination.
Han Yaseong kept stabbing her asshole with his middle finger until he suddenly stopped. Jang Eun-ah was shaking her hips wildly and moaning too loudly.
"Ahang! Aaang!"
The cries were so loud they must have carried outside the window. Startled, Han Yaseong halted his finger, and Jang Eun-ah belatedly realized her volume, clamping her hand over her mouth and bowing her head. A deathly silence enveloped the clubroom for a while.
After some time, Han Yaseong pulled his finger from her asshole and scolded her.
"Hey, what if you scream like that?"
"I was startled too..."
"Jeez, guess we can't do more. Come here and suck my dick."
He helped Jang Eun-ah off the desk, then sat on it himself. With a sullen face, she knelt on the floor and sucked Han Yaseong's cock. As the intense pleasure returned, he closed his eyes, savoring it while stroking her head.
"You're fun to play with."
"Don't go too far. Got it?"
As she sucked his cock, Jang Eun-ah looked up, as if drawing a line. She looked less like a college girl and more like a middle schooler. No surprise, with zero dating experience—her sexual side was at that level. If she'd had as much as Senior Choi Yujin, she'd never do this. No way she'd sexually submit to a junior two years younger.
"Got it. I'll go easy. But you can't meet anyone else but me."
Han Yaseong's possessiveness flared. He wanted to keep her from other men.
"I couldn't meet anyone anyway. You know that."
"Not even in your heart. You belong to me alone. Got it?"
"Yes, got it."
Jang Eun-ah smiled, gripping his cock with one hand, pleased like it was boyfriend talk. Even if playful, it felt like lovers, filling her with pride. But Han Yaseong wasn't joking.
"If you meet another guy, I'll rip your pussy apart."
"......Yah, that's too much."
Shocked, Jang Eun-ah's hand trembled on his cock. Ripping her pussy—even as a joke, it was horrifying.
"For real. If you hook up with some other bastard, I'll tear that pussy wide open. Know that. Even if things don't work out with me, you'll stay single forever. I'll hunt you down and rip it if you do."
"......"
Seeing the terrifying glint in Han Yaseong's eyes, Jang Eun-ah knew it wasn't a joke. She'd just glimpsed his dark core. Yujin had mentioned it before—something shadowy in him, just hidden. But she hadn't taken it seriously. Everyone has darkness. Yet facing it head-on chilled her spine. Bathed in moonlight, he exuded serial killer vibes. Psychopath energy. Deeper and darker than Yujin had said. Suddenly, her pussy dried up from sheer terror. Her hot body turned ice-cold.
Han Yaseong felt belated remorse. Too harsh? Too honest? He should keep that inside, not blurt it out. Reckless. To smooth it over, he pulled Jang Eun-ah up into his arms.
"Eun-ah, you know I wouldn't really. Right?"
"I'm scared..."
"Your pussy's dry. You're a chaebol heiress—scared of words? Half-joking. Come here, oppa's got you. Don't be afraid."
He hugged her, patting her ass. Jang Eun-ah sighed softly in his embrace. Half-joking? No, that was his true heart. If she met another man, he might actually do it. He'd agonize, but follow through. He might really come to tear her pussy. Realizing that filled her with dread. If it were half-joke, she'd be mad. But true intent terrified her. Like guys who stab exes for cheating. Yaseong hid that deeply.
Yujin-ah, you saw wrong.
His darkness ran deeper. It could end in catastrophe later. He might kill Choi Yujin and her, end up in prison. Yujin only glimpsed his psycho side superficially, so she felt safe meeting him. If she'd seen this, she wouldn't. It screamed serial killer.
"Eun-ah, relax. Just a joke, okay?"
Han Yaseong kept hugging her, patting her ass soothingly. Inside, he regretted deeply. Don't voice that shit. Save it for anonymous comments online, not to her face. Especially not Eun-ah—might reach Yujin. Disturbed, he touched her pussy. Still cold and dry. Moments ago it'd been flooding hot; now like Siberia or the Sahara. Helpless, he laid Jang Eun-ah flat on the desk, spread her legs wide, and started eating her pussy.
Slurp, smack!
"Eung..."
Suddenly laid back and licked, Jang Eun-ah moaned involuntarily. Yaseong was sucking fiercely, desperately. Her pussy responded. The cold dryness heated up, juices leaking again. Getting wet just from him licking? What a slutty pussy, she thought. But she didn't mind, spreading her legs wider to let him devour her.
Han Yaseong lifted her ass, sucking her asshole too, trying to fix things. All that bastard's fault. That fucker from the other world. Stress from him made his true self slip first time. He'd hidden it well till now. But sometimes the irritation built unbearably.