The Patient Hunter
To take down that bastard, he couldn't afford to be hasty or let excitement cloud his judgment. No direct confrontations or brawls. He had to hunt him. That was the key.
With this crucial realization in hand, Han Yaseong headed home feeling utterly refreshed.
Meanwhile, Jang Eun-ah drove back, reflecting on how much she'd gained that day. Yaseong always hid his true self. He kept walls up in every relationship, never revealing more than a glimpse. On a scale of ten, maybe a two or three at most—that's all he ever showed people.
But with her, he'd bared nearly everything. When he'd talked about ripping her pussy apart, he'd laid it all out there. She took that as a sign of true closeness, and it filled her with joy. No one had ever shown her their full self before. Even her closest friend Yujin had only gone as far as seven or eight—never a ten.
No, everyone was like that. They always held something back. But Yaseong had revealed it all, so how could she not be thrilled? In turn, she could show him everything too. Actually, she'd been open from the start. Yaseong, though, had finally shattered the walls he'd built himself and let it all out today. Yujin probably never got to see that side. Knowing she was the only one made Eun-ah's heart swell with pride.
Lovers or spouses sometimes broke up after seeing each other's raw selves and getting disillusioned. But not her. She could accept Yaseong no matter what. That thought reminded her of those American news stories about women who loved serial killers. Brutal murderers, yet some women stuck by them to the end. A few even had prison weddings. Back then, she couldn't understand it. Now she did. She felt like she could love Yaseong even if he turned into a killer.
But she wouldn't let it come to that. She'd make sure he steered clear of anything that could land him in legal trouble. Killers were small fry. Power brokers and tycoons drove countless people to their deaths without facing punishment—because they stayed within the law's blind spots. That was true dominance.
Eun-ah wanted to mold Han Yaseong into a ruler who dominated the world. She believed that was her role.
Pedal to the floor, she sped home with a light heart.
Back at his place, Han Yaseong showered, chugged a drink, and dove straight into researching booby traps online. There were endless varieties. He printed them all out, plotting how to snare that bastard. He couldn't lurk in that world forever, so he needed traps set. If they caught him, great. If not... well, it'd make him wary, which was bad.
For now, he'd just study up. He printed everything, crashed into bed, and slept like the dead.
He slept till 10 a.m., then sat on the floor in the morning sun, zoning out, when his phone rang. It was Eun-ah sunbae.
"Sleep well?"
"Yeah. You too, sunbae?"
"Mmm, out like a light."
"All that fucking must've worn you out."
"Ugh, from the crack of dawn..."
Eun-ah sunbae sighed in mock scolding. Still groggy, Yaseong barely registered it.
"So, what's up?"
"What're you doing today?"
"Eh... nothing really."
"Thinking of hanging with Yujin. Wanna join?"
"Sure?"
It'd be fun with just the two of them. But why call?
"We'll swing by your place after."
"Oh, got it."
Ah, so that's it—they were coming over together. Right here! Yaseong snapped awake. If he played it right, a threesome... or even two-on-one. His nostrils flared at the thought, and Eun-ah caught it.
"What's with you? What're you thinking?"
"N-nothing. Just excited."
"Yujin's worried, though. Says she doesn't know what you'd do if we came over."
"Come on, what could I do to you two?"
Oh, he'd do plenty. The odds of all three ending up here were slim—maybe once or twice a year. He had to strip them both and fuck them senseless. Hell, even some lesbian play... But for that, he needed the black fruit. With those aphrodisiacs, Choi Yujin and Jang Eun-ah would turn into dripping, squirting sluts fighting for his cock.
He bolted to the bathroom and popped open the mirror. Sure enough, five or six black fruits sat in a small clear vial. Perfect. Heh heh heh—a grin crept across his face. The golden chance to claim them both at once.
"You're acting weird. Maybe Yujin was right—we shouldn't go."
"Huh? What're you saying?"
It hit like a thunderbolt. She'd built it up, then yanked it away—like candy snatched from his mouth.
"She said you'd go into heat if we came over. Do something crazy. I defended you, but she doesn't trust you. Said we shouldn't risk it. I pushed for it, but no final yes. And now seeing your shady vibes... yeah, better not. How can I even hear your horniness through the phone?"
"No... you gotta come."
"We'll see. But if you're dreaming of two-on-one, group sex, or an orgy, forget it. Think it over. You look like you'd have us both naked in a heartbeat."
She's a mind reader... His excitement had widened his nostrils, making him snort. He couldn't let this slip.
"Me? Do that? If you really hate it, I won't. Gotta be mutual for two-on-one."
"Well..."
Eun-ah wavered—just enough. Once they were here, slip them the fruit. They'd strip and spread willingly. He'd nearly died wanting it himself before. Hell, he'd lined up behind animal porn just to fuck wild bitches in heat. Instant effect. No drugs, but better—insatiable lust. They'd devour each other's pussies, then fight over his dick, minds clear as day. His cock throbbed hard against his panties at the thought.
"Alright, I'll talk to Yujin later. If we go, we go."
"What're you up to till then?"
"Some chaebol wife is hosting an art exhibit. We'll browse for a couple hours, grab lunch, chat, then head over."
"Fancy. Never been to one."
"It's all vanity and showing off under 'hobby' pretenses. Upper crust has endless events—exhibits, concerts, birthdays, parties. One person plays an instrument twice a year? Boom, recitals. Gotta attend to keep connections. It's all networks. Skip one, you're blacklisted and screwed."
"Even elites sound exhausting."
"Hierarchy everywhere—even there. Low elites grovel to the top dogs. Invites are mandatory. Then they take it out on staff or commoners. Pure pyramid. Only the peak dodges the bullshit."
"Bet you're dreading today."
"Nah, this lady's classy. Treats us well, so it's chill. Nice breather, really."
"Come straight after. I'll stock up on goodies."
"I'll ask Yujin. Might run late or bail—lots of people today. Could get dragged into mingling."
"Make it happen. I'll be waiting."
He hung up after laying on the pressure. Just imagining the three of them going at it was bliss, but he snapped back. Not the priority. That bastard needed handling first. Fuck them silly today, then off to the planet tomorrow to prep the kill. One wrong move, and he could end up dead. Cherish this.
He stepped out, slurped a bowl of seolleongtang, then hit the mart. Dropped 500,000 won on groceries—delivery ordered. Over 300,000 on chocolate bars alone, clearing the aisle. At checkout, he mumbled awkwardly, "For the academy kids," to dodge stares.
By 1 p.m., delivery arrived. He hauled it to the attic. Then a call: his online order solid wood table was coming. Waited ages. Around 2, delivery guys dropped it in the living room and left. Eun-ah's pick—600,000 won eco-friendly luxury. Gleaming in the sun, too pristine for even a ramen pot. Felt wrong propping feet up, so he perched on the sofa, toes on the edge, till fuck it—he sprawled back, feet planted dead center, relaxing.
Expensive or not, it was just a table. No cowering over crap like this. Better to smash it outright if you're that precious about it.