The Savage Within
Sometimes, he wished the whole world would just drop dead. Sometimes, he wanted to drag pretty girls off and rape them. Sometimes, he yearned to beat someone senseless until they died. That was him.
He'd never told a soul about it. No need to. The internet was full of guys like that anyway. They all talked big but never acted on it. Han Yaseong figured he was the same—just talk.
He'd never actually beaten anyone to death or raped a woman. Never even tried.
Still, he knew he was a bit off. But what could he do? Blame his trash parents. They popped him out but never gave a damn about love or affection.
Han Yaseong was always alone at home. His parents never hugged him, never smiled at him. Not once.
So he'd grown up thinking that was normal. Until elementary school orientation day, when he realized it wasn't. Everyone else had families snapping photos and laughing. No one showed for him.
Even back home, no party, no gifts. Birthdays? Never celebrated once.
He'd wondered if maybe he was adopted. But who keeps a picked-up kid around forever? Nah, that wasn't it. He just figured his parents hated him.
Probably got pregnant by accident and resented him for it. And hey, news stories about parents abusing or killing their kids made him grateful—at least he wasn't that abused.
Dad and Mom didn't love him, but they didn't abuse him either. They just acted like he didn't exist.
That left a serious flaw in his personality: he didn't feel sad when people died. News of accidents or murders? Just "huh." No pity, no sorrow. If anything, he thought, at least they're at peace now.
He couldn't understand why others cried or grieved. Still, Han Yaseong considered himself normal enough. He'd never bullied anyone or done real harm. Just the occasional dark fantasy of raping women or killing people.
Everyone had those thoughts sometimes. Nothing weird about it.
"Ahh..."
Han Yaseong finally pulled away from Jang Eun-ah's pussy, his jaw aching after sucking her off thoroughly. Her folds were flooded, glistening wet in the moonlight. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she clamped both hands over her mouth, writhing.
Exhausted, he slumped into the chair. Showing his true colors had just made things awkward. Lesson learned: never bare your soul to anyone.
"Ahhng..."
Jang Eun-ah finally exhaled, catching her breath. Her clit throbbed from the intense sucking, her pussy still burning hot. Even her asshole felt feverish. Her once-chilled body heated up again, sweat beading everywhere.
After heavy panting, she slid off the desk and sat in her chair.
"You sucked way too hard."
"I'm sorry, sunbae."
Back to respectful junior mode. He'd gotten too comfortable, calling her "Eun-ah, Eun-ah" in casual speech. Time to dial it back with formal language and deference.
Jang Eun-ah felt a mix of relief and disappointment. She'd glimpsed his wild side, but her shock had made him hide it again. He looked a bit deflated.
Time for the senior to comfort him. She climbed onto his lap, facing him.
"I was startled earlier, but I'm fine now. Don't worry about it."
"No, I said too much."
"But that's your real self, right?"
"I wouldn't actually do it. Just talk."
"The internet's full of worse. People spew all kinds of crap. You're not that bad. It just scared me because it's not your usual self."
"It happens sometimes... when stress builds up bad."
"You can with me. I won't tell Yujin."
To seal their little secret, Jang Eun-ah threw in a playful threat. Her noble lady instincts kicking in.
Han Yaseong realized Jang Eun-ah wasn't exactly normal either.
"You really think it's okay to say that stuff?"
"Yeah. When you're with me. That was the real you no one else sees. I need a secret side like that too."
"What if I actually do it?"
"Can't be helped. Guess my pussy gets torn up."
Her eyes gleamed with greedy lust. Han Yaseong shook his head, headache incoming. Eun-ah sunbae was a handful too.
"Better a wicked you than a timid one. That's how you devour my dad. Business types are all sociopaths. Or they have to be to succeed. Crush rivals by any means, squeeze employees dry, dupe the public—that's how companies grow. Good-hearted folks can't hack it. They look like easy prey and get eaten alive."
"Our dad's company ranks in the top hundred, untouchable, because of his vicious streak. Touch him, and it's more hassle than reward. If he were soft, it'd be carved up and swallowed by now."
"Survival of the fittest?"
"Yeah. The corporate world's a beast den. The crueler and sneakier you are, the more you win. Like old Joseon yangban power struggles. Show weakness, and you lose everything. Better to be viciously untouchable."
"If I turn like that, you sunbaes will hate it."
"Be sweet to us instead. Ruthless to enemies. No need for pussy-ripping talk with us. Just don't scare us—terrify your foes. Keeps petty challengers away and enemies few."
"Got it, roughly."
Don't flash the scary side carelessly. Save it for enemies. But he lacked the skill to control it yet.
"If you'd been born into chaebol life, royal education would've molded you naturally. Raised as a ruler, living like one. But you grew up common, clueless. Start studying now, or you'll get fleeced. You know those rich idiots who lose everything to friends, scams? Don't be that. Learn how to handle people."
In other words, prep to become chaebol material.
But it felt abstract to Han Yaseong, unreal. He'd thought money was all it took. Apparently not. He sighed.
Jang Eun-ah slid off and stood. "No rush. We can take it slow. Aigoo, look at this limp guy. Big sis'll perk him up."
She grabbed his wilted cock, popped it in her mouth, and started sucking. It stiffened eagerly in her warmth.
As she blew him, Han Yaseong thought how tiring today had been. So much crap. And he still sucked at emotional control. That other world's bastard wrecking his daily life? Self-loathing mixed with bruised pride.
Equanimity seemed key. Today's stress had wrecked his rhythm. Vow: never again.
Mind settled, strength surged—fully hard soon.
Jang Eun-ah sucked gently. Yaseong was still a kid at heart. Psychopathic streak or not, more boy than man. Her job: guide him right. Yujin was already on it. Like forging an ancient king.
He filled her mouth with cum, ending their play.
"Hope the smell doesn't linger."
Eun-ah sunbae fretted, slipping on her soaked panties. Han Yaseong opened the window for ventilation.
"Unless someone bursts in now, it'll be gone by tomorrow."
"Phew, still... doing this in the clubroom? Guess I'm unfit as president."
"After jerking off solo? Come on."
Her belated guilt was funny; he teased. She shot him a glare.
"At least I didn't spray everywhere. But today? Floor, chair, desk—all sticky. Gonna be awkward facing members."
"We'll do it again sometime."
He smacked her ass playfully; she laughed and dodged.
"Enough now. Clean up and head home."
"But it stinks here."
He sniffed his finger, fresh from her ass. She yelped, grabbing it quick.
"Eww! Don't sniff it!"