Chapter 21
“Ah, but damn, your kick was insane. Is that your real skill?”
Senior Choi Yujin wiped the sweat from his brow again with the towel, steering the conversation back to the kick.
Here it comes, Han Yaseong thought, offering a vague excuse. “I just went all out for once. Felt pretty good today.”
“That was way more than ‘pretty good.’ You’re straight-up pro level—no, what’s the word? Champion tier? That stuff on the deserted island was kid’s play. What you did earlier? That was the real deal. One of your kicks would straight-up kill someone. The power coming off it was unreal.”
Choi Yujin’s hands trembled faintly as she dabbed the sweat from Han Yaseong’s skin. She’d always been drawn to strong men, and right now, her heart was pounding wildly for this first-year guy. But Han Yaseong, oblivious to women, didn’t pick up on it at all.
“I was just messing around...”
“How do you ‘mess around’ like that? You blew past expert level—no, it’s more than that. I’m this hyped up...”
The plump flesh split in two had jiggled so enticingly. Even on the island, it had wobbled, but not like this. It was the rush of witnessing a comeback victory in some epic match—pure exhilaration and thrill. She’d have welcomed his embrace right then, letting him take her however he wanted.
But herbivore Han Yaseong had no clue.
“That’s enough, Senior.”
He even pushed the towel away, rejecting her. It stung in a weirdly satisfying way. She could tell he wasn’t making a move. To him, she was just a senior—nothing more. Sure, his dick had hardened against her ass, but he wasn’t pouncing.
Choi Yujin didn’t actually want to seduce a first-year kid either. Her pussy had just throbbed watching his kick; she wasn’t thinking about taking it further or actually fucking. To her, Han Yaseong was still just a younger guy from school.
But a promise was a promise. Playfully, she sauntered to the sofa, turned her back, knelt with her knees on the cushions, and stuck out her ass.
“Come on, sniff it.”
Han Yaseong stared, dumbfounded. “You weren’t kidding?”
“We made a bet, didn’t we?”
Teasing a first-year boy was too much fun. She wanted to see how he’d react. You couldn’t pull this on guys who knew women—they’d lose it and pounce. But Han Yaseong was clueless, fumbling awkwardly. That innocence made her keep pushing the sexual joke. It was like how guys loved groping their shy girlfriends, savoring the blush.
Right now, Choi Yujin was treating Han Yaseong like her pure boyfriend, poking and prodding.
As expected, he panicked, frozen. Sniff for real, and he’d seem like a perv. Refuse, and this wouldn’t end...
“What’re you waiting for? Sniff already.”
Grinning at his fluster, she shook her ass side to side on the sofa. Han Yaseong’s dick surged hard again. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Should I just pretend I’m crazy and sniff Senior Choi Yujin’s ass? The impulsive urge hit him.
Choi Yujin kept laughing and wiggling until she caught the hardening glint in his eyes. A chill ran down her spine.
Shit, did I go too far?
Han Yaseong was staring right through her ass. The intensity made her shiver, her pussy throbbing anew. She’d overstimulated him. He wasn’t a herbivore pretending—he was a carnivore in disguise. She might get raped by sheer force.
Only now did she realize her teasing had gone too far, a twinge of regret hitting her. Innocent types lose control when riled up.
But why hadn’t she pulled her ass back in? She couldn’t figure it out.
She’d sensed the danger—time to stand, laugh it off, defuse his tension. Yet here she was, ass out, waiting for him to act. She didn’t understand her own impulses. Was she craving stimulation? Handing the reins to him? Maybe hoping it’d go further.
With Senior Choi Yujin still presenting her ass, excitement bubbled in Han Yaseong, courage rising. Fine, she told me to... so it’s okay.
He approached slowly. Her ass prickled as he drew near. Love juices leaked from her slit. She’d never felt this mix of arousal, tension, and fear.
He won’t actually rape me... right? She clung to that reassurance. She’d allow a touch, at least—she’d started this, so she’d yield.
Han Yaseong swallowed hard, finally standing before her lewd ass. Choi Yujin couldn’t face him anymore. She leaned on the sofa, head down, eyes squeezed shut. Even in hot pants, her ass was on full display for a first-year junior. Shame and thrill warred in her, like she could cum from the sensation alone.
She swore she felt his breath on her ass. She could still stand and call it a joke, ending it all. But she was trembling too hard. No—it’d be cruel to him. She’d revved him up this far; backing out now might hurt him.
So she gave him a bit more time. Once he’d ogled enough, he’d be satisfied and stop. Her ass twitched faintly as she endured. His gaze felt like it was devouring her, chills racing over her skin.
And sure enough, Han Yaseong was beyond aroused staring at Senior Choi Yujin’s proffered ass. Life in that other world had sharpened his senses, especially smell. With his face inches away, breathing, a faint, intoxicating scent wafted over.
Her ass—mixed with the musky tang of her pussy’s arousal. It flooded his nostrils, his erection straining to rip through his shorts. Let me out, do something! it begged.
But Han Yaseong was still a herbivore at heart. His body might crave meat, but his nature didn’t. He just stared, not touching. Not groping.
He wasn’t that shameless. There were lines.
Regretfully, he signaled the end—like ringing a bell—with a light slap on her ass.
Smack.
“Ahhn!”
But Senior Choi Yujin let out a sudden, lewd moan. He’d meant to break the tension, but it only made things stiffer, more awkward.
When his hand connected, she’d squirted juices involuntarily, moaning without thinking. The raw sexiness froze them both solid.
What do I do...
Choi Yujin realized too late, her face burning. She’d shown her slutty side to a first-year junior, ass out. Time to snap out of it—she straightened up from the sofa. No more dangerous games.
Turning, she came face-to-face with Han Yaseong right behind her. His face flushed with arousal, breathing ragged, his bulge tenting his shorts like a spear.
She clapped a hand over her mouth. It’s... huge.
Fully erect, throbbing. She had no idea what to do. Pretending nothing happened and leaving felt wrong now.
The living room filled with awkward silence.
Han Yaseong was at his peak but couldn’t act. He just ogled her body in his lust haze. He couldn’t meet her eyes—too embarrassing after that one glance. All he craved was to touch her, do the porn-star stuff.
Then he noticed his massive erection bulging obviously through his shorts. And that Senior Choi Yujin was staring at it, mouth agape...