Chapter 204
She quickly grabbed some tissues and scrubbed her middle finger vigorously.
"Don't do stuff like that."
Han Yaseong chuckled at Jang Euna's pouty, teary face, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. It was the perfect cap to their messy romp today.
"Mmm..."
Jang Euna didn't mind at all, sticking out her tongue to kiss him back. Their tongues tangled, drenching everything in saliva. Han Yaseong bent her waist backward, pushing every drop of spit from his mouth into hers. With no choice, she gulped it down, swallowing all the saliva that flooded in before pulling away.
"You're so mean."
"I didn't make you spit it out, did I?"
"Still..."
Forcing her to swallow it all gave her chills. But there was no helping it, so Jang Euna smacked her lips and started tidying up.
"Gotta clean this place spotless. Someone might come by tomorrow."
She pulled out more tissues and wiped up her own pussy juices from the floor, chair, desk—everywhere it had dripped.
"Ugh, what a mess we made."
Shaking her head with a sigh, Euna looked almost pathetic at herself.
Back to his usual self, Han Yaseong stroked her ass with his hand.
"We'll be doing it here plenty more. What's the big deal?"
"What if the others catch us?"
She was fine with doing it, just terrified of getting caught.
"C'mon, let's go. If we head back too late, it'll raise suspicions."
"Sure."
Han Yaseong and Jang Euna left the club room, locked the door, and walked down the dark hallway. The darkness felt familiar now—no need for phone flashlights. Heading down the stairs, they made a quick detour to the bathroom at Euna's request. After peeing, they washed their hands at the sink and straightened their clothes. Staring into the mirror in the dark bathroom with the flashlight on, they both burst out laughing.
"Not scared of ghosts?"
"Nah. Not with you here."
Jang Euna smiled, gazing at him in the mirror.
"But why'd you switch back to polite speech?"
"Didn't wanna slip up."
"I'm fine with it... I was just surprised at first. Didn't hate hearing you talk casual to me."
"Wanna hear it again?"
"Yeah. When it's just us. Love it when you call me Euna. Feels close, like you're my boyfriend."
She really was innocent, this Euna sunbae. Even after hearing him talk about ripping her pussy, she slipped right back into her sweet self, acting all cute. Most girls would've freaked and kept their distance.
She wasn't most girls.
"For real? Call you Euna and talk casual?"
Han Yaseong needed confirmation. Had to hear it straight to feel confident.
"Yeah, do it. I like your casual talk. Polite speech feels distant."
"That's what I was going for. Fine, Euna. If that's what you want."
Hearing her name called out casual like that made Jang Euna's pussy tingle. Nothing quite like a younger guy calling your name and talking down to you. Guess that's why girls dated younger dudes—for that thrill.
"Feels so good. Totally different from polite talk. You don't do it with Yujin, right?"
"Nah. But sometimes when I'm about to cum in her pussy, I call her name. 'Yujin, I'm cumming.'"
"Oh? What'd she say?"
"Didn't make a fuss."
"Guess she likes casual too. Is this every girl's fantasy?"
Jang Euna tilted her head, clueless. Just like guys loved hearing "oppa" from younger girls, maybe women dug hearing "hey, you" from younger guys.
Han Yaseong didn't care much, but he worried about going overboard again like before.
"Casual makes you feel like a buddy, so stuff just slips out. That cool?"
"Fine when it's just us. No more 'ripping my pussy' talk. Everything else is okay."
"Might slip again anyway."
"It's fine with me. We're close, so it happens. People get casual and mess up when they're tight. Just gotta hold back a bit."
"Never done this before. No clue how to rein it in."
He didn't know restraint. Great at building walls from the start, but he'd never let anyone close enough to figure out boundaries.
Han Yaseong and Jang Euna slipped back into the first-floor religious club room and climbed out the window. It was past 11 p.m. now. Heading to the parking lot, Euna spoke up.
"You always keep people at arm's length. Right?"
"Yeah. You do too, Euna."
"True. I try not to cross lines—like visiting each other's homes. But you're even worse. Before MT, you wouldn't share a thing about yourself. Felt like 'stay out of my life.' Total outsider vibe."
"You dragged me to MT anyway. Changed my life."
"Shy types like you never go to MT. Didn't expect you'd fuck Yujin, though."
"She tempted me. Wouldn't have otherwise."
He'd never make the first move. Too scared of rejection. Still was—only texted Choi Yujin and Jang Euna. No other girls' numbers in his phone.
"Anyway, no need to hide from me. Too much restraint feels distant. Got scared earlier, but seeing your real self made me happy. Means you trust me, right? I'm comfy for you."
Watching her smile knowingly behind her glasses, Han Yaseong's chest buzzed and his dick hardened again. Her understanding hit deep.
He glanced around and grabbed her hand.
"One more round."
"No..."
Jang Euna protested, but her heart soared. She loved him craving her like a dog in heat. Probably why Yujin spread her legs anytime. Her exes never called her over like that—she always initiated.
Wild Yaseong had that special touch that thrilled a woman's heart.
"Next time, lots. School starts next week anyway."
"Club room? You said no 'cause we'd get caught."
"Still... if you want."
She was set on it. Women—hating it one second, all in the next.
They'd reached the parking lot, standing by her luxury foreign car.
"Show me your real self more. I'll help fix anything off."
"Hate showing that side. Peeking into souls is dirty."
"Yours is fine. You're my first love. I'd even forgive you raping a girl."
"......"
Definitely not normal. Might later blame the victim, saying "she came onto him." Rich housewives did that when their sons got caught—blaming the girl, defending the boy loud and proud.
Saw that vibe in Euna too. The rich mindset was worlds apart.
Didn't bother him, though. Meant blind loyalty and love.
The fallen princess sold her kingdom for love. Women like that always existed—betraying comrades, leaking secrets, killing for it.
Euna had that edge.
"Even if I became the world's enemy?"
"I'd wipe the world out."
Her eyes burned firm. Unlike Choi Yujin sunbae, Euna's devotion ran deeper.
Girls like her fell for scams easy—emptying savings for love. News stories proved it. Felt distant... until it was you. Then it was solid gold.
"You're my hidden card, Euna."
"Yeah. Tell me everything about you. Just don't neglect or betray me. Long as you don't, I'll do anything."
Neglect or betray? Revenge. Creepy, but no plans for that, so no fear.
"Got it. We'll figure you out over time. Go on—don't want home suspecting."
"Yeah. Text later."
Euna checked around, pecked his lips, and got in the car.
Han Yaseong watched her drive off, feeling great. What luck with women. Like payback for a loveless childhood.
Gotta treat Euna better. Always second to Yujin till now—time to make her equal. Hell, maybe first someday. Who knew?
He headed home, mind calm. Stress purged through Euna, the dirty sludge in his heart washed clean. Even thinking of that guy from the other world didn't piss him off anymore.
Just cold now.