Chapter 224
Han Yaseong spread her legs wide and thrust deep inside her.
"I like doing it with you. Yujin's pussy is mine."
"This is..."
Called "you" so suddenly, and her pussy labeled as Yujin's—Choi Yujin shot him a slightly haughty glance. Even so, tension coiled through her. Being spoken to so casually by a younger guy, called "you" like that... it made her tremble in a strange way.
Han Yaseong didn't have time to waste; he was in a rush, so the casual speech came naturally now.
"Yujin, you're mine. Got it?"
As he spoke, he slowly pushed his raging cock into her pussy. Choi Yujin figured what would be, would be, and took him all in.
"Got it. Since my pussy's yours, go easy on me..."
He'd used casual speech before too, saying "Yujin, I'm gonna cum," so she let it slide this time. Besides, it wasn't half bad hearing it.
Han Yaseong kissed her lips while rocking his hips.
"Yujin, no meeting other guys while I'm gone."
"Jeez, it's just a few days..."
Still, feeling how desperate he was for her sake made Choi Yujin feel good, nothing else. If this state lasted, they wouldn't break up anytime soon. The moment you think it's okay if someone else takes your partner—that's when it's over. But with Han Yaseong's anxiety like this, Choi Yujin figured their relationship could endure as long as it held.
Truth be told, she didn't want to break up with him anymore either. Her body responded in kind, her pussy walls clenching his cock even tighter.
Han Yaseong pumped into Choi Yujin's pussy for a good long while before he couldn't hold back and came. Feeling his hot seed flooding her depths, Choi Yujin thrilled with ecstasy even as a sliver of worry crept in.
What if I get pregnant like this...
He always came inside her pussy; that was starting to gnaw at her. But figuring there was no need to worry right now, she accepted his deep, intense kiss.
"Yujin, I'll call in three days."
"Okay. Got it."
Choi Yujin stepped outside to see him off, chuckling at Han Yaseong's continued casual chatter as she climbed into her Lambo and drove away. Once he started, he didn't stop—must feel good. It was stimulating and kinda cute, so she just went with it.
Han Yaseong watched her Lamborghini disappear into the distance, sighed, closed the front gate, and headed back inside. Now it was months—or nine months—without Yujin. She'd started as a tough senior, but now she felt like a classmate, or maybe a slightly older peer. No wonder guys dated older sisters and slipped into casual speech naturally. Calling her Yujin didn't feel awkward anymore. The more they fucked, the easier the casual talk got.
"Guess it's time to go..."
Feeling 7 p.m. approach, Han Yaseong sighed in lament and did a final check. This time, he even packed the booby-trap paper wad he'd forgotten last time. Circling the house to grab everything, he opened the attic door. The pile of gear up top was too massive to climb; he had to stand at the entrance.
As 7 p.m. passed, a shimmering transparent light swirled, forming the portal. Han Yaseong shoved all his attic luggage through and charged in after it.
It was spring. Perfect weather for digging.
Han Yaseong stood before his gear and bellowed toward the shelter.
"Yadong!"
After a while, the Yadong beast lumbered out of the shelter. The lazy thing wasn't training at all anymore; it felt even slacker than before.
Yadong waddled down the hill. The other wild animals, sensing Choco Bar's arrival, poured out of the forest, crowding around noisily.
Han Yaseong held up the Choco Bar box and had them carry the gear in their mouths.
"Take it all to the shelter. Choco Bars as payment."
The food-blinded laborers chomped down on the bundles and headed off. No wonder the rich paid wages to get people working. Laborers took pennies from the wealthy just to scrape by. It was foolish, pitiful even—not that the world was wrong, but it split into rulers and the ruled. Still, being the manager beat being the grunt any day. Directing the wild animals taught Han Yaseong that comfy managerial life.
Thanks to the laborers, all the gear made it to the shelter smoothly. He divvied out Choco Bars as pay, and they happily trotted off with mouths full. Yadong, greedy for more, ignored the Choco Bars. Hand him a can of mackerel, though, and he pawed it open, crunching happily.
Han Yaseong sorted the gear, gave the shelter a rough clean, then headed to the stream for water and detox. Now it was half a year—or nine months—of digging ahead. He hoped something revealing the gold bar's secret would turn up. Otherwise, he'd have to come back for another nine months of dirt. Worst case, three full years. Even worse, three years of digging and jack shit found. It all hinged on luck. Good luck: secret solved. Bad luck: total bust.
"Starting tomorrow."
He decided to rest easy tonight and returned to the shelter. While making dinner, he asked Yadong,
"No one come by?"
Yadong just grunted, staring at the boiling kimchi stew. Looked like no visitors. Food was all it cared about.
Han Yaseong ate kimchi jjigae loaded with pork over rice alongside Yadong, then crashed.
Next morning, before breakfast, he called the wild animals to dig. As before, they quit after a couple hours. Not the hardworking type. Choco Bars in hand, off they went.
Gripping his shovel, Han Yaseong surveyed the vast temple grounds. Snow melted, revealing old pit scars everywhere.
"When the hell am I gonna finish this..."
He sighed despite himself. Bring an excavator or backhoe, done in days. But manual labor? Demoralizing. A survey team would map it fast—drones everywhere, safe scans. But where's the fun? Had to do it himself; drone footage wasn't real exploration. That was just surveying, zero thrill.
Han Yaseong planned to let no one else here. Survey team be damned—this was his planet. He'd named it Han Yaseong for a reason. Earth army or whatever, he'd smash 'em and send 'em packing. No sharing.
This was his land, his world. He wanted to be its king.
"Gotta dig for that."
Thud, thud—stomping the shovel in, he began. Thus started the endless shoveling saga.
Day one, he quit by afternoon. Not a one- or two-day job; had to pace his stamina. Shoveling wrecked you—after hours, back, shoulders, waist all ached. Hard labor broke you down.
Curry rice for dinner, then as dusk fell, he stacked firewood on the temple grounds and lit a fire. Today's pit loomed large. Seven hours for one hole. Solo work was slow. Animals quitting after two hours barely helped.
"Seriously, when...?"
No exact spot, so random digging everywhere. Han Yaseong felt uneasy—what if it was all for nothing? Three years wasted? He'd lose it, rage-mad. Had to hope for something.
Dodging pits, he wandered the grounds till fatigue hit, then slept at the shelter.
Next day, same grind. Animals dug two hours, snagged Choco Bars, gone. Nice hobby, digging. Full days? Exhausting.
Han Yaseong limited himself to two hours morning, two afternoon. No point overdoing and burning out—his loss. White fruits, green fruits too: not too often, lest tolerance build. Only for desperate fatigue.
Digging done, nothing much else—so he'd poke around Forest 1. Forest 2 waited for Reina; he stuck to the treeline.
Days blurred. Boring as hell. Dig, eat, stroll—repeat. A week in, already stale. Months of this? Daunting. Something to find would spice it up, but zilch. A month later, madness loomed. Digging soured into pure irritation.
"Hey, is this shit even here?"
He scowled at Yadong. Grunt, then the beast turned tail like it knew nothing. This fucker stressing me out... A month dug up plenty pits, still nothing.