Chapter 249
Han Yaseong pondered when he should head back to that other world. Meeting up with Euna-senior today would make it hard to leave... maybe tomorrow. Buying supplies would take time anyway, so he decided to go tomorrow outright. Today felt too rushed.
He lounged around at home until hunger hit, then headed to the hangover soup joint. The ramen from dawn had tasted good, and this soup did too—it seemed like the giant beast porridge hadn't dulled his appetite; it was just that massive animal meat had no flavor. Huge beasts apparently tasted bland. Well, tiger or lion meat was said to be tasteless too. He should stick to hunting ostriches or hippos next time. No more of that last one, ever.
He polished off a spicy bowl with some kimchi side and took a short stroll along the stream. Second semester started next week. He'd be busy juggling school and exploring that other world. Monday meant planet-hopping to see Reina too. Plenty to do, so boredom wouldn't be an issue—as long as there were women. Without girls here, there'd be nothing to do, no reason to stick around. Women were the foundation for making life work.
This afternoon, Euna-senior was coming over, so he'd go all out with her. Choi Yujin-senior was too strong-willed, kinda exhausting. He preferred the sweet, slave-like personality of Jang Euna-senior. Sure, Yujin's body edged her out, but Euna was a delicious treat in her own right—irreplaceable. Later, if chances came, he'd hook up with Reina, maybe even sweet-talk that blonde bombshell researcher from the U.S. expedition. Life felt amazing.
What a world worth living in. He pitied folks who lived oblivious to this. Were chaebol heirs hooked on this thrill—burning cash, banging women nonstop? Politicians and top officials probably got off on wielding power. You needed something to make life fun. A blank existence? Endless complaints, rage, apathy—just like his old self.
Back home, he watched movies and decided to bring a laptop to the other side. Now with a spaceship, he could run films or variety shows. No settings there to block electronics. Straight to the department store. He picked a two-million-won model and swiped his card.
Declined. The clerk said it was suspended.
"Ah..."
Yujin-senior had frozen it. What a petty revenge. No choice—he slunk home without the laptop. The more he thought, the angrier he got. Blocking his card? Bullshit. Rage boiled inside. How would he buy tomorrow's supplies? Just a few snack bags, that's it. He could picture that porn bastard growling in fury.
House allowance barely covered basics—no splurging. Without Yujin's card, even a month's groceries were tough. Mood soured, irritation peaked; curses spilled out.
"You fucking bitch, you mangy cunt! Choi Yujin, you goddamn slut!"
Dirty and low. Part of him wanted to end it right there. Yujin had crossed a line. Messing with the card? A direct hit to his pride—like snatching a starving man's bowl. Fury peaked; he nearly stormed to Jang Ilhak—Euna's dad—with the remaining gems. But he held off. Couldn't trust the guy. Too strong an opponent still; might lose everything.
Choi Seongcheol—Yujin's dad—was untrustworthy too. If she whispered no payout on the gems? Fucked. Seongcheol's fair split was for his daughter, not some stranger. Learn they'd split? He'd swallow the gems whole, toss a few billion and say fuck off.
Han Yaseong truly grasped it: human relations were bullshit. Regretted no contract with Yujin. Rage crested, face burning; veins might burst. Bathroom break—he popped a white fruit for calming. Breath steadied, calm returned.
On the sofa, rethinking: Yujin hadn't meant malice. Just a "taste this" card freeze. Not a breakup move. To test, he fired off a text.
Whatever—break if it breaks. No big ownership urge for Yujin anymore. He had an invincible spaceship. Women anytime. Nab that researcher—show her the ship, ask for pussy; she'd bite. Scientists craved world secrets, pussy as entry fee.
He wasn't that clueless island MT kid months back. Yujin didn't know: she was now optional. Women overflowed. She wasn't precious like before. Humans were fickle. Once vital, now he craved more. World conquest on the table—no hanging on one pretty girl.
Still stung. No more of her pussy? Regret. Fantasizing conquest babes wilted his rage boner. Immediate split? Unavoidable loss.
Then—text pinged.
This bitch... Dick hardened. Just hazing via card. Not breakup. Bitches gonna bitch.
Dick-driven beasts, men. Low posture for pussy. Rage at her scraping? Unmanly. Later, pound it raw—yield the mind game. Women couldn't win anyway.
Fucking bitch—wait'll I see you. Pound that pussy to shreds. Groveling for that moment.
She fell for it easy. Simpleton.
That's the play.
......Sharp bitch.
Slight guilt. True lately.
......Demon. Women's intuition insane. Husbands cheating? Instant know. Han Yaseong felt bad but unavoidable.
Months/years celibate there, back demanding sex. She didn't know—demon, slut-shaming. But no spilling other world secrets. His alone still.
Right then, crystal clear: other world trumped Yujin-senior. Choose? Regretful, but other world every time.