Hurry Over, I'm Dying For It
“Hurry up and come over. I'm going crazy wanting it.”
“No way. We did plenty that day. Let me rest a bit.”
“It's been two days. That's enough rest already.”
“I only do it once or twice a week normally. You're the one doing it too much. How can you go at it like that every day?”
“Just come over first. We can talk when you get here.”
“You say that, but you'll just want to do it anyway. I can't go out tonight. Dad came home early.”
“You can still sneak out.”
“I can when he's not around, but it's tough when he is. I have to hang out with him too. He'll grill me about where I'm going at night. Not tonight. I'll come tomorrow afternoon.”
“No, that won't work...”
I need it now. Han Yaseong picked up on the reluctance in senior Choi Yujin's voice and sank into gloom right away. So what was he supposed to do about his lonely cock tonight...
“Call Eun-a and do it with her.”
“Senior Eun-a can't come out either.”
“Yeah, she's probably stuck too. She can't exactly say she's going to school.”
“Then what about me?”
“What do you mean? Just hold out. Bear it till tomorrow afternoon. I'll let you have it then.”
“Then come with senior Eun-a.”
“What? Why?”
“Just 'cause.”
At this point, he planned to ravage both Choi Yujin and Jang Eun-a tomorrow. Maybe she caught on, because senior Choi Yujin let out a prim little huff.
“What are you planning to do to us?”
“What am I gonna do? I can't force you.”
“But it feels off somehow. Like you're gonna fuck us both.”
“I can't do that. So just come tomorrow, both of you.”
“I'm kinda anxious...”
Still, since she figured he couldn't force it, senior Choi Yujin said she'd think about it and hung up.
Plagued by pent-up frustration, Han Yaseong headed to the bath and rummaged for the black fruit. If he fed them that, they'd turn into bitches in heat and pounce on him. Not exactly force, then. Anyway, it wasn't that bad. Not like he was doing it with total strangers—just his girlfriends.
Han Yaseong stepped out, bored and hungry. He hit up a hangover soup joint, slurped down a spicy bowl with some chopped kimchi, and felt alive again. It was late, so the salons were closed; he'd get a cut tomorrow. He wandered the neighborhood a bit, found nothing to do, and headed home.
Back home, there was still nothing to do. If he couldn't fuck, there was no point coming to this world at all. He really needed a girl he could summon anytime. He had to line up one more somehow.
Han Yaseong flopped on the bed, rolling around aimlessly as he watched some exorcism flick. Sleep wouldn't come till around 2 a.m.; he tossed and turned before finally drifting off.
He woke around 10 a.m., washed up, and hit the mart first. Bought damn near two million won worth of groceries again. Senior Choi Yujin would flip when she saw the card statement later. At least they had the courtesy not to send instant notifications—otherwise, she'd nag him endlessly about what he'd bought, which would've been a pain.
Next time he got cash from President Choi Seong-cheol, he'd get a card in his own name and spend freely without the side-eye.
He paid for the groceries, arranged delivery, then got a haircut at the salon. Went short this time, like a sporty buzz. He'd be gone another half-year at least.
Out of the salon, he grabbed a bowl of seolleongtang; by the time he finished, it was around 1 p.m. Still no word from senior Choi Yujin. Looked like the bitch wasn't coming.
Han Yaseong had started thinking of both Choi Yujin and Jang Eun-a as his women, so his inner nicknames got rougher. They were at that stage now.
No choice—the horny one had to reach out first.
“Yeah?”
“When you coming over?”
“Ugh, quit whining. You're not a kid.”
“I am a kid. Hurry up and come feed my cock some pussy.”
“You little shit. You're gonna get spanked if you keep talking like that.”
“The second you show up, I'm wrecking that pussy. Gonna suck your asshole hard till it's gaping wide.”
“Hey, that's too much. And what the hell—how do you have this much sex drive? You're killing me here.”
“So when you coming? If not today, I won't forgive you.”
“You threatening me now?”
“Yep. I'll come drag you home.”
“Hah, you'd get an earful from my dad.”
“That old man's no match for me. One punch to knock him out, then I ravage you— who’s gonna say shit? Might as well stuff your ass while I'm at it.”
“I'm not coming.”
“If you don't show today, I'm doing your ass for real. Gonna force it in, so you know.”
He hung up.
Nine months of holding back, and she says no? No conscience. If she really didn't come tonight, he'd force her ass next time they met. With his current lust and stress, he could do it if he set his mind to it.
Han Yaseong figured she wasn't that iron-willed and expected her at the house. But 2 p.m. came, then 3 p.m.—no Choi Yujin.
Did the bitch get pissed? Anxiety crept in. Had he gone too far?
But no helping it. Nine months digging in that world, total celibacy—he couldn't hold out longer.
Even after stashing the delivery from the mart up in the loft, she didn't show. Now it was 4 p.m. No time left. Even if she came, barely two hours.
Irritation boiled over; curses spilled out.
“Fuck, why the hell isn't she coming?!”
Stress was piling up already, and she was making it worse. Han Yaseong paced the living room and bedroom in a rage, fuming. Anyone poking him now might get beaten bloody. So this is how anger issues start, he thought.
His mind raced; he was losing it. Nine months back, and no fuck? Unfair enough to make him want to cry.
By 5 p.m., exhaustion killed even the anger. Just pure despair. Why bother coming at all? Should've stayed there. Came for pussy and leaving without? Depression hit hard.
Han Yaseong sprawled on the sofa like a corpse, limp and drained.
Ding-dong. He even hallucinated the doorbell.
6 p.m. Total surrender. Cock limp, energy gone.
With a deadpan face, Han Yaseong grabbed his phone and fired off a text.
A gloomy message to make the no-show Choi Yujin feel guilty. He wanted to scream, You fucking bitch! We're done! But no. He still craved more of her pussy. Breaking up now would be a loss.
Even if they split, he needed years more of her pussy, then her ass, till there was nothing left to squeeze. Suck every drop, then toss when dry.
As 7 p.m. neared, Han Yaseong sighed deeply and climbed to the loft. Fucking bitch didn't show... Next time, he'd train her thoroughly. Treating her like a queen made her think she was one. He'd beat her with his cock till she was a sex slave, spreading her pussy on command.
Heart heavy as if weeping, Han Yaseong eyed the translucent portal, shoved in the groceries, and stepped through.
The planet world was late summer—muggy, high humidity. Han Yaseong checked the pit first. Good—no signs anyone had tampered.
Relieved, he called for Yadong-i.
“Yadong!”
A while later, the lazy beast finally shuffled out of the shelter. Even Yadong-i had gotten sluggish. But spotting the food perked him up; he grabbed a bundle in his mouth and headed up the hill.
Other wild animals gathered; Han Yaseong let them each take some, then loaded his arms and followed to the shelter. Quick cleanup, sorted groceries, tossed chocobars to the beasts, and gave Yadong-i a can of corned beef. Kicked it open and he devoured it.
“Yadong-i, you figure out the entrance?”
A grumble: no clue. Useless mutt... Didn't care, just chowed down the beef.
Han Yaseong shook his head and headed to the stream for a detox wash. Damn, back after just one day... Hell.
Should've fucked them silly first. Coming empty made life suck. Needed a real pussy-provider. Maybe seduce Reina and bring her along? She knew this world anyway.
Blonde Nordic beauty, killer body, clean pretty pussy and ass. Share the spaceship, fuck her anytime. She was single now, pussy probably itching. As partners, she'd spread for sure. Curiosity about Asian cock too, probably.