Chapter 262
“Aaahk!”
Maybe because her pussy entrance was suddenly jabbed, Senior Choi Yujin bucked her hips and convulsed. When he focused two fingers on rubbing the sensitive spot just above her vaginal opening, she squirted copiously again. He kept thrusting while tugging her clit with his left hand, and she twisted her upper body, screaming in agony.
“Aaht! Not there!”
Telling him not to only made Han Yaseong want to do it more. He even shoved his pinky finger into her asshole, and it slid right in to the hilt. Her anus was already gaping open, making it effortless. Under simultaneous assault on her clit, pussy, and asshole, Choi Yujin felt like she was losing her mind. She writhed her hips wildly before squirting hard.
“Aaahk...!”
Her plump ass quivered as she hosed him down like a water gun. The squirt blasted straight onto Han Yaseong's face. He lapped it up with his tongue while relentlessly working all three spots with both hands until she finally broke and surrendered.
“Okay! Okay! Stop it!”
“So you'll forgive me then?”
“Yeah, I will. Just stop now, ugh...!”
The triple assault linking her clit, pussy, and anus must have been unbearable even for her. Only then did Han Yaseong let out a long sigh of relief. Now they had a basis for talking. Ravaging her by force had worked. Without it, he'd have been thrown out without a word. It was his final gamble, and it had paid off—thank god.
“Sorry. But I had no choice.”
He pulled her into his arms as they lay there, finally managing to apologize. Senior Choi Yujin sniffled, then burst into full sobs.
“You really... hngh... waaah...”
Whatever was so heartbreaking, she clung to him and bawled. She'd clearly been through hell emotionally. Now Han Yaseong finally understood her feelings. She'd been suffering alone, even more than he had—her cries made that clear.
“I was really thinking of breaking up with you... waaah... That's why I lied about sleeping with another guy...”
“I see.”
It had been a lie after all. Of course. There was no way Senior Choi Yujin would fool around before they'd even officially split. She'd just made up the story as an excuse to end things. Han Yaseong held her tight as she wept bitterly, stroking her ass soothingly.
“I'm never breaking up with you, senior. No matter what.”
“I felt that too. When you tried to force yourself on me... It made me happy.”
At last, she revealed her true feelings.
“I was gonna decide based on how you acted. I wanted to know how much you really cared. That's why I said I slept with some other guy—to test your reaction. If you got disappointed, I'd just end it. Even if you hated me, we'd be done. If you walked away without soothing my heart, that was it too. But you did this like you couldn't bear to lose me...”
Her heart had eased. Forcing her had been the right call after all. She'd softened when he desperately ravished her, sucking her pussy with such devotion. He'd shown with his whole body that he couldn't let her go like this. She still loved him that much—she couldn't walk away now. She'd give him—and herself—one more chance.
But she was still anxious. They could fight like before. One more emotional clash, and there'd be no turning back. Force wouldn't work then. Hell, she might even call the cops for real. Just like Han Yaseong's last gamble, she'd made her own. And they'd matched perfectly, leading to this happy outcome.
“If I'd just left, it would've been over, huh.”
“Yeah... I wasn't gonna see you again.”
“You weren't turned off when I tried to rape you?”
“I was. But it felt good too. I could see you were obsessed with me. That you still liked me so much.”
“I've always liked you, senior—then and now.”
“But you treated me so carelessly. You have no idea how hurt and sad I was. I've dated plenty, but no one's ever broken my heart like you. I couldn't sleep, the stress was so bad I even took sedatives. Yaseong, you've put me through hell.”
He truly hadn't known. He'd thought she was just playing the queen bee. Self-loathing washed over him. What arrogance had made him treat her like some body-for-pleasure slut? Was he a thornbush, pricking everyone who got close? Was that why he'd always been alone? His mind swirled with dark thoughts, weighing heavy on his heart.
“You've changed so much these past few months. At first, I thought it was good. To rise to the top, you need to be cold and ruthless. But no. I hated watching you turn like that. Seeing you lose all warmth, turning ice-cold like some elite asshole... I realized that wasn't what I wanted. I want the old you. Innocent and kind, like back at the water park. Not this bad-boy crap. I hate seeing women as just sex toys. I told you to change, but not like that. It was wrong. That's why I thought of breaking up. I was scared you'd turn into a total monster, and watching it would hurt too much.”
Senior Choi Yujin had said it once: To become elite, you have to change. Stay naive and you'll get eaten alive—she'd demanded he toughen up. Maybe he'd followed that to the letter. He had to get strong to keep her and become a real chaebol heir. But in the process, he'd lost something. People stopped mattering. Everything became tools. Getting the spaceship amplified it. He felt like the only great one in the universe, everyone else insignificant. Arrogance like a supremacist.
She'd hated that, clearly. Even though she'd pushed him toward it, seeing him actually become that repulsed her. Now he finally felt her fear echo in his own heart. Tears welled up unbidden.
“I'm sorry. It's all my fault.”
Was that why his parents hated him? Why he had no friends? Why he was always alone? He realized just how arrogantly he'd treated her. Jang Eun-ah too—he owed her an apology. She'd been hurt and offended plenty, but endured it all like a kind big sister taking her bratty little brother's abuse.
Now he truly saw how badly he'd treated them both, and childish sobs escaped him.
“Waaah...”
Choi Yujin was startled by his tears but soon soothed him like an elder sister.
“It's okay. Everything's okay now. It was my fault. I turned the sweet you into this. So don't cry... hngh...”
She cried along with him. How lucky they were. If they'd really broken up, the pain would've been unbearable. But understanding each other melted away all the past hurt like snow. They clung and wept for a long while.
“Still, how could you even think of raping me? So shameless.”
As they embraced tightly, Senior Choi Yujin shot him a scolding side-eye. They'd both cried so much, no tears were left.
“I had no choice. I couldn't let us break up like that.”
“Still, ripping my panties off like that was too much. You tore them.”
She held up her shredded white panties with a pout. They were so mangled, it showed just how frantic things had gotten. Anyone seeing would've thought she'd been truly raped. Han Yaseong took the torn panties, sniffing the wet spot.
“I'll buy you new ones later.”
“Don't sniff them, idiot.”
She snatched them back and tucked them behind her ass. It felt just like the old Choi Yujin—his heart eased. He hugged her tighter, caressing her ass.
“I'll treat you right from now on. No more taking you for granted.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“But they say guys just talk big. Once a guy hits a girl, he never stops. Same with cheaters.”
“I won't. If I ever do, give me that cold shoulder like before. It'll snap me right out of it.”
“Like this?”
Senior Choi Yujin fixed him with an icy stare. But her eyes sparkled with amusement—not scary like earlier.
“That's cute now.”
He slipped a hand between her cheeks, gently stroking her pussy. She giggled and squirmed her hips.
“There you are. I was wondering when you'd touch me.”
“Little Yujin's back to normal too.”
“Don't call it Little Yujin.”
“What can I do? It's adorable. Want me to suck it again?”
“No. Enough. It's still sensitive from earlier. Just rub it gently.”
“Got it.”
As she asked, he softly caressed her plump, meaty pussy, and it twitched eagerly. Just like her—all pussy.