Chapter 223
There was even a rumor that if you bought drinks for a heartbroken girl, you could fuck her right then and there. Normally it wouldn't fly, but in those raw first days after a breakup, her loneliness and sorrow made her give up her body easily.
Han Yaseong had no plans to turn Senior Choi Yujin into one of those. The pussy he'd tasted had to be her last. If she was going to spread her legs for other guys, he'd rather lock her up somewhere.
He flipped her onto all fours without a second thought.
"Guess I need to fuck you till you're satisfied. So your ass doesn't get lonely, Senior."
"Ahng, go easy..."
Choi Yujin put on her coquettish act, wiggling her ass gently. She loved this side of things. She wasn't just a queen all the time. Every now and then, she craved playing cute like this, shaking her hips.
So Han Yaseong pressed his mouth to her asshole first and sucked hard.
"Ahng! Nooo!"
She'd been bracing for his cock in her pussy, but the sudden assault on her ass made her twist in shock. The kissed hole burned like it'd been scorched. As she flailed in confusion, his thick cock suddenly stabbed into her pussy and plunged deep in one thrust.
Thwack. "Ehk..."
The stimulation was too intense; Choi Yujin threw her head back, her whole body going rigid as spasms rocked her.
Satisfied with the deep penetration, Han Yaseong gripped her ass cheeks with both hands and kept pounding her pussy relentlessly.
Out of her mind, Choi Yujin just stayed bent over, offering her ass while her huge tits swung wildly beneath her. She couldn't handle how good his cock felt slamming into her pussy over and over.
"Ahng... So good..."
On the bed, Han Yaseong and Choi Yujin's beastly fuck session raged on.
A good while later, as she sucked his cock and looked up at him, she asked, "You're heading to the mountains for a few days to hunt gems?"
"Yeah. Planning to find a bunch this time."
"Do you really need to grab them all? You already have plenty."
"I can collect them now and sell later whenever."
He had no intention of handing them straight over to President Choi Seongcheol. He'd wait for the payout from the last batch, then dole them out gradually to maximize profits. Sure, he'd started off humble, but once those billions rolled in, no need for that anymore. He'd be joining the ranks of the ultra-rich. He could afford top lawyers then. For now, though, he'd keep relying on President Choi. Couldn't risk word getting out to others yet.
"Guess you'll get some rest too, then."
Senior Choi Yujin looked relieved.
"And you're still sucking me off like that?"
She was lying on her side, gripping his cock and slurping away.
After one brutal pussy-pounding session, she'd developed full-on cock addiction, constantly holding it and sucking like her life depended on it.
"I'm really hooked. Wonder how I'll survive without it."
His wild cock was the best. Nothing compared. So sturdy, so powerful. When he hammered her pussy, it felt so good she squirted. Hundreds of thrusts and he still wouldn't cum. Any woman would blow her load.
In that sense, poor Euna—who hadn't taken his cock in her pussy yet—was almost pitiable.
"Euna doesn't even know what she's missing. Kinda sad."
"She does everything but penetration, though. Met her yesterday, so she probably got another full treatment."
"Yeah. You two fucked in the club room, huh? How do you even think to do it there? Perverts."
Senior Choi Yujin scolded him playfully as she took another mouthful of cock. Good thing she hadn't mentioned anything about tearing pussies—Euna senior had promised to keep that secret. Not that it mattered if it got out. Everyone talked shit like that anyway. As long as they didn't actually do it. Just avoid being the psycho who really tried.
Han Yaseong paid it no mind and grabbed her two massive tits, shaking them roughly. Her half-giant breasts jiggled wildly. His cock stiffened right back up.
"Ugh, you're getting bigger again. It was so nice and soft."
Senior Choi Yujin shot him a wistful glare. But her pussy was already dripping wet. She was clearly excited for round two. She always complained about doing it every day, how tiring it was, how her body ached—but the second he shoved it in, she loved it.
Han Yaseong laid her flat on her back and plunged his cock into her pussy again. This was why he didn't need to grovel for Reina. He could do whatever he wanted here. If he wanted to force it, he could just rape her. Han Yaseong figured straight-up rape was wrong, but raping an enemy or his enemy's woman? That was fair game.
Choi Yujin spent the entire afternoon getting her pussy and ass railed like she was being raped. By 5 p.m., after an insane marathon, she'd pissed herself on the bed in a half-faint. Han Yaseong carried her to the bathroom and bathed her himself.
Leaning back against him, her tits and pussy getting washed, Choi Yujin let out a deep sigh.
"I'm wrecked. Feels like all my energy's drained. You stealing my life force or something?"
"That bad?"
"Yeah. Zero strength left. I even pissed myself—too lazy to drag my ass to the toilet, so I just let it go lying there."
"Thanks to that, more laundry. Good thing the blanket blocked the stream. Sheets would've soaked the mattress; I'd have to buy a new one."
"Hehe, did it on purpose. Wanted you to suffer a bit."
She was still giggling as he washed her pussy.
Han Yaseong cleaned her pussy and asshole thoroughly, then stood and fed his cock into her mouth.
"Again?"
Choi Yujin looked up at him incredulously, cock already in her mouth.
"Won't get any for days."
Days? Try nine months. This was the end of it for that long. Might as well get one more in. Well, once he cracked the gold bar's secret, maybe sooner. But no guarantees. Could wrap up in nine months, or drag on longer. Hell, three years, or worst case, three years wasted with no answers. Nothing was certain.
Slurp, smack...
What was certain was Choi Yujin on her knees, sucking his cock like a pro. He'd turned her into 80% cock slave. At 100%, she'd never touch another man. A woman hooked on prime steak wouldn't go for shit-stained slop. That's why they said Korean girls who fuck a black guy could never go back to Korean men. Baby dicks compared to that monster. Might as well fuck a dog. He'd thought those girls were nuts back then, but now he got it. He'd become the black guy equivalent. Smaller size maybe, but stamina for days. No way she'd fuck a guy who popped in her pussy after a minute.
That used to be him, before the other world. Jerking to extreme porn, he'd blow in under a minute. Guys lasting ten, twenty in those vids? Supermen. Hell, his first time with Senior Choi Yujin, he'd cum the second he thrust in. Seemed like yesterday, but now here she was, slave-like on the bathroom floor, kneeling and worshipping his cock devotedly.
Han Yaseong savored the ecstasy, rubbing her pussy with the top of his foot. She squirted a bit while sucking; his foot got slick fast. Eyes rolling up with his cock in her mouth, she glared like don't you dare. But he kept foot-fucking her pussy. Thought about toes, but that'd probably get him killed. Grabbing her pussy lips with toes and stretching? Dead meat. Foot-top seemed okay; she sucked harder to make him cum quick. She knew his tyrant streak during sex—like soothing a crying kid, blow his load fast to calm him.
"Ugh..."
Ejaculation building, Han Yaseong grabbed fistfuls of her lush hair and tensed his hips.
"Yujin, cumming."
His cock throbbed, blasting cum down her throat. The thick ropes choked her, but with her hair gripped, she couldn't pull away—had to gulp it semi-forcibly. He'd cum three times already, but the load hadn't shrunk a bit. Or it had, but so much it didn't feel like it.
Finally swallowing it all, she shook her head free.
"Ugh, couldn't breathe... hah, hah..."
Han Yaseong stepped forward, shoving his cock back in her mouth. Time to ride the afterglow. Helpless, she took it gently, sucking softly. He always ate her pussy, so fair trade.
"Hitting me with the full dope since you won't fuck for days, huh."
Choi Yujin slumped against the tub wall, drained. Four rounds today had sapped her. Han Yaseong still had gas in the tank. Knowing months ahead without pussy made him cling harder.
He cracked the bathroom door, glancing at the living room clock. Just hitting 6 p.m. One more round. Portal at 7—plenty of time. He laid the protesting Choi Yujin on the floor, latched onto a tit, and sucked.
"Ahk... Again?"
Offering her nipple, she was on the verge of tears. Was he insane? Five times? Now she was scared.