Chapter 250
That must be why they say love isn't eternal. In the face of promotions, success, money—shit like that—love becomes utterly useless. Even declarations of love can turn into lies down the line.
Suddenly, I got why some women dump their poor boyfriends and marry rich guys.
Once I'd confirmed my own feelings, there was no need to play push-pull games anymore. I didn't want to hang myself over some Choi Yujin. Sure, she was great and all, but not right now. Choi Yujin, with her endless stubbornness when I should be spoiled rotten with affection—it was exhausting. Senior Euna was better. She didn't wear me out like that.
This was why obedient women hit different. Women who nitpicked every little thing? You got sick of them eventually.
The old me, before finding the spaceship, had put up with even that side of her. But things were different now. I was the one who'd found the giant's spaceship, the one who could conquer the world with it. And here I was, groveling for some split-ass bitch? Nah. That'd be an insult to the ship itself.
Hanyaseong decided he was done pining for Choi Yujin. The world was overflowing with pretty girls anyway. She was delusional.
A text came in, and it looked like Senior Choi Yujin was gearing up for the breakup too. Emotional tug-of-war always ended in flames. Was that why couples cited "personality differences" when splitting? It wasn't even a big deal—how'd it spiral like this? All I wanted was to fuck Senior Choi Yujin... And now everything was a mess.
Hanyaseong didn't bother replying. Instead, he ordered some fried chicken. It was his day off before heading to that other world—he wasn't about to waste it feeling shitty. He'd lounge around until Senior Euna showed, munching chicken and bingeing movies.
About thirty minutes later, the delivery arrived. He was midway through a flick, tearing into the chicken, when Senior Jang Euna showed up in her suit.
"Said I was heading to an exhibit. Got about three hours."
So sweet... Seeing Jang Euna, all puppy-eyed behind her glasses and beaming, eased the irritation Choi Yujin had stirred up. But he couldn't hide his mood entirely—Euna set her bag on the sofa and guessed right away.
"Couldn't make up with Yujin, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
His vibe was still low, so he wasn't revving up quick. Deep down, he wanted to flip her over right then, hike up that pencil skirt, yank down her panties, spread her pussy, and slam his dick in from behind. But what if she hated it? Choi Yujin had spooked him, making him hesitant with Euna too.
"Sigh, you two. Fighting over nothing. But Hanyaseong, you're different lately. I figured you'd apologize and patch things up for sure."
"Tried to, but it just... wasn't happening. Senior Yujin picks at everything—it's annoying as hell."
He sighed and sank into the sofa; Euna plopped down beside him.
"If you wanna make up with Yujin, you gotta fold every time. She can't apologize first. She makes peace, then says sorry later—that's her deal. You should've just given in a bit. She'd have perked right up."
"Told you, I tried. You wanna piss me off too?"
He scowled at her; she shook her head.
"You're definitely changed. How do you flip like this in just a few days?"
Those few days were three years for me... He wanted to say it, but couldn't. She was right, and so was Yujin. He'd changed. Finding the spaceship had bloated his confidence, turning him into some rich-kid brat. Plus, holing up alone in that other world for so long had twisted his personality. Sure, there was porn, but months solo still messed with you. No taking it back, though. Inevitable. A law exam prepper and a passer were worlds apart. Pre-success and post-success? Night and day. He couldn't revert to that insecure, timid old self.
An awkward silence stretched out. Was he screwing this up with Euna too? But thankfully, she wasn't Yujin.
"You gonna do it or what? I came clean."
She scooted close, looping her arm in his, pressing her tits forward with a coquettish glance. No more awkwardness—don't waste time. Only three hours, after all. Hanyaseong's mood lifted; he groped her heavy breasts and fed her the sweet talk.
"Feels like you're better than Yujin, Senior Euna."
"For real?"
She giggled, grinning ear to ear—like she'd rocketed from side-chick to main wife. No wonder women couldn't stay friends. Throw a guy in the mix, and it crumbled. Some experiment in Europe: Put a hot guy amid close girlfriends, and over time, jealousy and fights erupted. Turned out it was a hidden cam setup, but the damage was done—they stormed off without reconciling. Women's friendships only held without a stud around. One appeared, and boom—rival enemies.
Hanyaseong scooped Jang Euna onto his lap and dove into a kiss. Her moist, soft lips felt amazing. Sucking her tongue with wet smacks melted his tension away.
"Ahh..."
Euna's pussy tingled as her lips and tongue got devoured bit by bit. A shiver raced up her spine. She loved this shit. A thrill you couldn't get in normal life—pure bliss. That's why she didn't mind coming to Hanyaseong's place. Yujin, though? Too full. She hated doing this often. Sure, going hard might freak her out, but still—spoiled much. Euna couldn't use her pussy anyway, so she felt bad for him, obeyed more. Without that, he'd ditch her. She wasn't as spineless as before either—pushing back now. Good or bad? Didn't matter. She just loved being with him like this.
Her bra slipped, tits jiggling free. Hanyaseong stared hard. His cock was rock-hard, tenting his sweats like a missile. Euna laughed in awe.
"You're huge now."
"Been too long."
A few days ago... She didn't get it but shrugged it off. Hanyaseong went feral, mouth agape, slurping her tits ravenously. Euna moaned, slipping a hand into his sweats to grip and stroke his throbbing dick.
"Ahh, so good..."
Jerkin' his cock while he suckled her tits—heaven. Why'd Yujin hate this? Spoiled for sure. Should love your man craving your body. Forceful beat indifference any day. For Hanyaseong, Euna'd take even rape. He'd come for her, locked alone in that remote room. Nothing she wouldn't do.
Wet slurps echoed as he savaged her tits alternately. They gleamed slick with spit, nipples swollen red and protruding. Euna writhed, feeling her tits dissolve in his mouth and saliva.
"Aah... Ngh... Gentle..."
But he didn't stop, alternating sucks while kneading her ass wildly. Skirt hiked up, panties wedged deep into her cheeks, exposing plump hips fully. Women's asses were soft for sure—Euna's no exception. The more he squeezed, the softer, until he smacked her palm-flat.
Slap.
"Ahh! No spanking... Leaves marks..."
She fretted—shower at home, someone might spot handprints and suspect. Hanyaseong felt lame he couldn't even spank properly. Why invite her over for this? But her asshole and pussy peeked past the panties, so it worked. Fingering under the fabric hit slick anus. Pussy juice had drenched her crack already. He teased her hole; Euna nearly lost it.