Chapter 260
At some point, even porn had lost its appeal. He wasn't screwing around on the spaceship anymore—instead, he was crashing at the lodge, sleeping by a crackling campfire. Even Han Yaseong had given up the giant's luxurious bathroom and bed, opting for the simple comforts of the lodge.
Flopping onto the thick, fluffy bedding, Han Yaseong grumbled.
"Even with a hundred or a thousand women, it'd get boring, right?"
Yeah, probably. When naked women were scattered everywhere, even that would lose its spark. What fun was there in something you could have anytime? That was the curse of total satisfaction—once you were too fulfilled, it turned to disgust, leaving a void nothing could fill. He'd finally learned that moderation was key in everything.
"The giants must've lived pretty dull lives too."
Floating through space, constantly colonizing or pioneering planets. Life like that had to be a drag. That's why he'd half-hoped the giants would invade. At least that might've been exciting.
Snagging their spaceship had been great, but in the end, it killed his interest in this world.
"Gotta head home tonight."
There was nothing left to do here. Once, he'd wondered how long it'd take to explore this vast universe. Now, there was nothing left to discover—he couldn't stand staying.
Being alone here sucked too. Han Yaseong decided to head back to that other world and enroll in school. That'd be fun. Being around people was what made life enjoyable. What was the point of a million years alone in a palace?
He rolled around in boredom until night fell and the portal opened. He stepped through.
"This is way better."
It was dawn, but the market buzzed with people, alive with energy. Munching on street food as he wandered, Han Yaseong soaked in the joy. People needed other people. He was done with that lonely world. Wandering among crowds here felt so much better.
He roamed until morning, then headed home for sleep. Waking in the afternoon, he grabbed his phone. How should he text Senior Choi Yujin? Would she forgive him? Probably not. But if he explained everything, she might understand.
Still, he hated sharing details about that other world. He wanted it as his secret. And explaining it all sounded like a hassle.
Steeling himself, Han Yaseong fired off a text.
The pics were long deleted, but he sent it anyway. It was the only way to lure her over, horny as she was.
But if she was really pissed, no reply came after an hour. She was furious. This wouldn't blow over easily. What now?
Han Yaseong had calmed down. The psycho edge was gone. Years digging in that other world had worn down his twisted heart, and the spaceship's extreme confidence had faded into boredom. He'd returned to his old, normal self.
No reply. Then suddenly, one popped up.
"......"
His mind blanked for a while. Was this a wrong number? Maybe some other girl sent it by mistake?
Nope. It was from Senior Choi Yujin. Real or not? Was she just messing with him? Or did she actually sleep with someone else?
His head was empty; no thoughts came. It lasted about 40 minutes. Still, he had to meet her and talk. Swallowing hard, heart pounding, he texted.
She didn't want him at home—instead, inviting him to her turf. It felt like she wanted to settle it on her terms. She was the top dog; he was the underdog.
Han Yaseong let out a long sigh. I've got the spaceship, but lost Yujin sunbae... He'd gotten cocky after the ship and treated her poorly. Self-recrimination hit hard. Was this why workaholics who ditched family regretted it later?
Everything was his own doing. He stuffed the big pouch from his desk into his bag, slung it over his shoulder, left the house, hailed a taxi, and headed to the hotel.
Arriving, he took the elevator to her floor. The firmly shut door felt like her closed heart. Backpack heavy on his back, heart heavier, he took deep breaths.
Maybe this was really the end with Yujin sunbae. Tension gripped him. His chest thumped.
Composing himself, he reached out and pressed the doorbell.
Ding-dong.
The chime rang loud. After a moment, a click—door opened, revealing her face. Expression hard. No, icy cold.
"Um..."
Han Yaseong hesitated, trying to greet her, but she spun and walked inside, leaving the door open.
He sighed and followed. This really felt like the end.
But who could he blame? It was his fault for treating her like shit.
Inside, she sat on the sofa, wine glass in hand. Half-empty bottle on the table—she'd been drinking alone. No one else around. He'd worried about a guy, but relief: none.
Though if there was, it'd be over anyway. Her true feelings remained a mystery.
Standing awkwardly, he sat on the opposite sofa. No clue where to start. Agonizing.
"So... I don't know how to even begin..."
Eyeing her cautiously, no response. Wine glass in one hand, face stiff, eyes cold. Had she already moved on? Meeting just to dot the i's?
Han Yaseong started accepting the breakup as fact. Won't see her again. This is it...
Gazing at her, strangely, his dick hardened. Even if they split, he wanted one last fuck. No, he didn't want it to end like this. If ending, he wanted to end it.
He shrugged off his backpack, approached the casually dressed Yujin sipping wine on the sofa. She looked up, puzzled. Why's he coming closer? Her composure cracked.
The devil stirred in Han Yaseong's heart. End it like this? Don't make me laugh!
Cornered, his psycho side resurfaced. He grabbed her, pulled her into an embrace, and laid her down. Wine from her glass spilled onto her chest.
"What the hell?"
She glared, furious, pinned down. Eyes screaming stop now.
But his hands were already lifting her top. Bra exposed, then down—tits bouncing free. She pushed with both hands, yelling fiercely.
"Don't!"
Slurp, smack!
Ignoring her, he latched onto a nipple, sucking hard. Nothing else mattered. This was best. Following his urges.
Wrists pinned, she writhed as he suckled. "I said stop! Why are you doing this? Quit it!"
Only slurps and smacks. Alternating tits.
Soon, both breasts glistened with saliva, nipples red and swollen. Her struggles futile against his strength.
"Won't stop? Ngh... Don't... Ahh..."
Relentless on her nipples, she moaned despite resisting. As expected, Yujin's tits were delicious. Give them up? Never.
Her resistance weakening, he gripped both breasts fully, kneading hard while sucking fiercer. She twisted her upper body, pushing his head.
"Ngh, stop... This isn't a joke... Ahh..."
He knew her body inside out. This assault would fluster her. Pussy probably wet already. They'd done it hundreds of times; he knew every reaction.
Yujin seemed aware too, face flushed with humiliated shame.