Chapter 215
She was demanding it right now. As expected, she wasn't some ordinary girl.
But Han Yaseong wasn't in the mood yet. He couldn't hand the reins over to her like this. She was practically his slave now—letting her defy her master was out of the question. Back in the old days, girls sold into slavery learned obedience first thing. Han Yaseong decided to teach her the same lesson. Plenty of time for that anyway. Time was the one thing in abundant supply in this world.
To smooth out communication, he started with simple words, spoken slowly. Just to check, he asked if she knew any Korean. She spat out "fuck" and even "fuck off, you bastard." Looked like she'd picked up nothing but swears from a Korean friend.
"Your name?"
"......Reina Kline. You?"
"Han Yaseong. Yaseong Han."
They exchanged names first, then ages.
"20."
"Same age, huh."
Old enough to fuck without issue. Not a minor. Or wait, maybe she was a year older. Americans counted age from zero at birth, right? Whatever—it didn't matter. He brushed it off and dove into the interrogation.
"Where you live."
"Texas. You?"
"Seoul. What do you do?"
"Family farm. Corn and wheat."
"I'm a college student."
Chatting like that, he pieced together her story. This girl, Reina Kline, was a farm girl from Texas. She'd found the portal about a month ago in her world. During a typhoon, while fixing the barn, she'd spotted it underground. At first, she didn't dare go near it. Her mom was dead, and her dad was away in the city for work, leaving the house empty—so she hadn't told a soul. Then, every dawn, that light would glow from the barn's basement. Curiosity got the better of her; she tossed in a glove, and it vanished into the light in an instant. Shocked, she ran through theories—black hole, portal, whatever—until one day she packed a backpack with food, grabbed her shotgun, and jumped right in. That's how she ended up here.
What a gutsy bitch.
"You jumped in on purpose?"
"Yes. You?"
"Me? Accident. Touched it and ended up here."
If something had vanished into that light, she'd never have gone in. Too scary. He'd come by chance and figured it was safe since he survived, but she? She'd charged in voluntarily from the start. Her thirst for exploration seemed even stronger than his.
"Anyway, you're my slave."
"Okay."
She accepted it without a fight. Or pretended to. With her hands and feet bound, what choice did she have? She knew resistance was pointless.
Reina was pretty, no doubt—school queen material. Blonde hair, blue eyes, downright mystical. He wanted to rape her on the spot, but for some reason, his nerve failed him. She'd talked big when he was raging, but now that the table was set, he couldn't flip it. She was the first human he'd met in this world, after all. And bantering in broken English was kinda fun. Free language lessons, no charge.
"I'm hungry. Hungry."
She even knew a few Korean words like "hungry"—hungry. He carved off some frozen hippo meat from the stash, roasted it over the fire. The smell woke Yadong, who sniffed the air, grumbled, and bolted upright. Glutton, as always. He grilled extra chunks, and Reina piped up easily.
"That animal. Pet?"
"Kinda yes."
Yadong growled, scowling. The beast understood English, apparently. Han Yaseong corrected himself: "Pet? Nah, partner."
Reina shook her head, finally getting why she'd lost. "It followed me. Thought it was just an animal."
"I sent it. Told it to track you."
"Han Yaseong, when'd you get here?"
"Uh... few months ago."
"Seen anyone else?"
"No. You're the first."
He offered her some well-cooked hippo meat, but with her hands tied behind her, feeding was tricky. Untie her? No way—too risky. She didn't care, just opened her mouth like a dutiful POW. He liked that. He sliced the meat with his knife and fed her bite by bite.
"This delicious. What meat? Beef?"
"No. That one—great beast meat."
"Those exist?"
She'd never been to Forest 3, eyes wide with curiosity. Cute. Like a Hollywood actress. The blanket had slipped down, her big tits swaying—super stimulating. She was so open about it, breasts out above the covers, not giving a damn. Her pussy looked clean, but seeing her like this sparked doubts. Maybe she was a slut. American girls were infamous for it worldwide. High schoolers fucked endless guys, parents even encouraged it—birth control advice and all. If a daughter didn't screw her boyfriend, they'd worry something was wrong with her.
Anyway, he fed her bites while eating his own. Yadong chomped hot slabs off a plate with his saber teeth, tearing in like a warrior. Breakfast done simple.
Han Yaseong stood to take a piss. Reina sat blankly on the blanket, staring. Even after threats of rape or death, no real fear in her eyes. Made sense—she was bold enough to portal-jump solo. Ordinary girls wouldn't dare.
"Yadong, guard her good. If this bitch tries anything, kill her."
Just in case she bolted while he was gone, he made Yadong the warden. The beast growled, pulled his dagger, clamped it in his jaws, and stood watch. Reina's eyes widened in shock.
"What is that thing?"
A wild animal toting a dagger was freaky, even to her.
"You run away? It kill. Its name Yadong."
"Okay..."
Resigned, she slumped against the wall. She'd probably tried escaping earlier. Stuck here, it'd be rape or death eventually. For a second, he felt like a horror flick slasher, her the kidnapped heroine. But no choice—she wasn't trustworthy yet. More grilling first, decisions later.
At the stream, he drank, then antidoted. Boiled water had no poison effect. The lodge stash was boiled, nutrients gone—no diarrhea. He stripped naked, plunged into the icy water to wash. Winter chill, but red fruit hangover lingered enough to tough it out. Catching the intruder who'd stressed him out for ages lightened his heart too—no shiver in the freeze.
"Hahaha! I won!"
He savored victory again. Stress melted away—life felt worth living. Like decades-old phlegm flushed out, a throat thorn yanked free. Body and mind so refreshed, his dick swelled on its own. Perfect time to fuck and blow off steam. With Reina. Not rape—consensual. Killing her after would suck; she was young, he didn't wanna off a girl yet. So he'd offer: repay the gunshot with one fuck.
Washed up, he hummed back to the lodge. She was curled on the blanket still, bored—flipping through books he'd left out. Her pale ass peeked sensually over the edge. No shame at all. Tits, ass, all out. Farm-raised free spirit, plus American graduation parties were straight-up orgies. Public sex for "graduation bread." Insane mentality. Showing skin? No biggie.
"Back?"
She glanced over, acting all girlfriend-like. What ploy? Lull him, then stab or strangle? Scratch the fuck idea. Still couldn't trust her. Needed more intel.
Yadong spat the dagger when he returned, then bounded out to play. Han Yaseong tossed logs on the fire, sat on the blanket, and resumed questioning.
"Why come all the way here?"
"To explore."
"Then why shoot me?"
"That was a mistake. Total accident. Someone pops up while I'm peeing—scared, reflex shot."
"Nearly killed me. Hole in my calf."
"Sorry. But you look fine for a gunshot."
"Put on salve."
They talked till lunch. Info swap had begun. She confessed: this morning's ambush was to subdue him. Hearing "rape, die," she figured neutralize first, then ask how he got here.