Chapter 261
Slurp, smack...
After sucking on her breasts contentedly for a good ten minutes, Han Yaseong exhaled deeply and sat up. Choi Yujin lay there with her blouse completely undone, her full breasts fully exposed, panting heavily. She must have enjoyed it, despite everything.
Han Yaseong moved to the next step. He grabbed her pants and started pulling them down.
“No!”
Her voice had changed completely—this was real resistance. Her hands shot down to clutch at her pants. Breasts were one thing, but she clearly drew the line at her pussy.
Poison flashed in her eyes.
“This is rape. If you keep going, I’ll really call the cops.”
“......”
Han Yaseong just stared at her.
Rape? What the hell is that? Why would that word even come up between us?
He couldn’t wrap his head around it. We haven’t broken up yet. It’s not over. But hearing her throw around “rape” like that—it didn’t sit right. It only fueled his anger.
“Rape, you say?”
“......Yeah.”
“You’ll report me?”
“......Yeah.”
Choi Yujin gripped her pants with both hands and turned her head away, as if she couldn’t even stand to look at him. Her pants had slid down to her thighs, revealing her white panties. The crotch was already soaked.
Speaking of rape while her pussy was dripping wet from having her tits sucked? It pissed him off even more.
“Go ahead. Call them.”
“What?”
She whipped her head back, her face full of resentment.
“Call them. I’m gonna keep going anyway.”
He kindly picked up her phone from the table and placed it in her hand. Fine, let her call. Suddenly, he understood those guys who raped their girlfriends on the way out the door and ended up reported at the station. When someone you weren’t ready to lose hits you with a breakup out of nowhere, the rage hits hard. If they’d talked it out first, maybe—but this was too sudden. He didn’t know what else to do.
So this was all he could manage. Han Yaseong brushed her hands aside and yanked her pants down to her ankles.
“Stop it! I’m really calling!”
She shrieked furiously, thrashing her legs with all her might to keep the pants on. Her body language screamed that she truly didn’t want sex.
How did it come to this? Why has everything fallen apart?
Was it that damn spaceship? Or that other world? He’d felt like he had it all, and now it was like he’d lost everything.
Han Yaseong forced her pants off completely, panties and all, in a fit of rage. She fought back hard enough that the panties ripped. Covering her pussy with one hand, she punched in a number with the other.
“I’m really calling. This isn’t a joke.”
Han Yaseong knew she wasn’t bluffing. Choi Yujin wasn’t the type to joke about something like this.
Tears pricked at his eyes for some reason. This isn’t how it was supposed to be... I didn’t go to that world just to come back to this. While he’d been lost in that other realm, he’d let the most precious person slip away. Right now, Choi Yujin mattered more than any spaceship. He hadn’t realized it until it was too late—and now he’d broken her heart because of it.
Without a word, Han Yaseong lay down between her legs. If this was the end, he’d at least eat her pussy like it was his final apology. Whether she called the cops or not didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was that this would be the end with sunbae.
All their time together felt like a dream now.
She kept her palm glued firmly over her pussy in defense. Even when he tried to pry it off, she clenched her jaw and held fast. No dial tone yet—she hadn’t called.
Han Yaseong went around it, licking and sucking her inner thighs.
“Ahh...!”
Yujin flinched and let out a moan at the stimulation. Her pride must have stung, because venomous words followed.
“We’re really done. I’ll report you for rape and make sure you rot in jail.”
Whatever. Han Yaseong just wanted to see her pussy. He kept sucking her thighs. Her ass twitched and bucked.
“Stop... hng...”
Another moan escaped as the stimulation built. Her ass quivered near her pussy from his relentless tongue work. Slick juices seeped out around her palm—she was leaking steadily.
He lapped at the edges of her pussy without mercy, tonguing the surrounding flesh and even tugging at the labia peeking from between her fingers like a dog in heat. Her ass started shaking up and down.
“Stop, please...”
She could call if she wanted, but she hadn’t. Was she giving him one last chance? If she really hated it, she’d have dialed by now. But no.
Han Yaseong sucked harder on her thighs and ass cheeks. Her palm blocked direct access to her pussy, but he could still devour the surrounding flesh. She clenched tight, refusing to spread, but his persistent sucking gradually pried her cheeks apart. Her pretty little asshole began to pucker, wrinkles twitching into view.
“Hng, stop... I’ll really call...”
His tongue probed near her asshole, and her signature ass-wiggle kicked in. Her body was honest, after all. The grip on her palm weakened.
He swatted it away, revealing her sopping-wet pussy in full. The vertical slit gaped and throbbed. Finally, relief washed over him.
Choi Yujin seemed to give up the fight—no more covering up. Clutching just her phone, her massive tits heaved as she gasped for air.
Han Yaseong smacked his lips and dove in, sucking her pussy.
“Aaaah...!”
Her moan was so loud she slapped her hand—the same one that had guarded her pussy—over her mouth in panic.
Emboldened, he went all out: slurping, smacking, tugging her labia with his lips, rolling her clit mercilessly with his tongue. Juices poured from her slit. She couldn’t hold back anymore—her ass bucked wildly, muffled moans bursting past her palm.
“Ahhmpf, mmph...”
Seizing the moment, he hoisted her legs high, lifting her ass off the bed so her pussy and asshole faced the ceiling. In that shameful shrimp pose, she glared and bit her lip.
“We’re really done. For real.”
She said it like a vow. How many times was she gonna repeat “for real”?
Han Yaseong calmly admired her elevated ass. Beautiful as ever. Her leaking pussy slit, her shyly puckered asshole glistening with arousal—pure Choi Yujin. And she wanted to end things over this? No way in hell.
He resolved to salvage their relationship somehow. No other options. He had to stick with her all day.
Smack, smack—he pressed his mouth to her asshole and sucked. She lost it.
“Aaahh! Stop! Not there, you perv!”
Shocked by the sudden rimming, she dropped her phone. But she didn’t push him away. Eyes squeezed shut, she writhed, even swirling her ass in circles. Embarrassed by her own reaction, she suddenly burst into tears.
“Waaah... you bastard...”
Her asshole winked open beautifully. He sucked the gaping hole. It clenched shut again—she was tensing even through the sobs.
He kept at it until he pulled back. Her asshole was red and throbbing. She was still crying.
“Waaah...”
Han Yaseong couldn’t figure out why she was crying. He just hoped it meant some forgiveness.
So he spread her legs wider and redoubled his efforts on her pussy. If pussy-licking could earn absolution, he’d do it for a hundred days straight.
Crying, Choi Yujin grabbed his head with both hands. It felt like a signal to stop, but he didn’t. Things could shift anytime—he had to keep the momentum with his tongue.
Sure enough, as he ate her out relentlessly, she started melting into it, stroking his hair. He glanced up: her expression had softened. Tear-streaked face, sure, but the icy glare was gone.
Emboldened, he lavished even more care on her pussy and asshole. Stopping now might end everything for good.
She came on his face multiple times, her whole body convulsing.
“Enough now... you can stop...”
Softness crept into her voice right after. Seeing progress, Han Yaseong finally lifted his mouth from her pussy.
“You forgive me now?”
“......”
No answer. Just heavy breaths, her drenched pussy twitching. Her eyes suggested she was thinking it over.
Not enough yet. He gathered his middle and ring fingers and plunged them deep into her pussy hole.