Chapter 267
Han Yaseong held up his withdrawn middle finger and peered at it.
"Wow, it really went in deep. It's all slippery right up to here."
"Don't look."
Choi Yujin's face flushed red as she hurriedly pulled out some tissue to wipe his middle finger. The more she thought about how that finger had plunged all the way into her anus, the more mortified she felt. And with the fear it might smell, she even grabbed wet wipes to clean it spotless.
Han Yaseong lay on his side, resting his head on Choi Yujin's heaving breasts.
"This feels really good."
"Yeah. Me too."
Choi Yujin pulled Han Yaseong's head into her embrace. Just yesterday she'd hated his guts, and now he was utterly lovable again. Men and women—truly, you could never predict it.
"But earlier you said we should announce we're a couple."
"Yeah, so we can meet up comfortably. At school, out on the streets. I can't even go on a proper date worrying who's watching."
"I'm fine either way, so announce it if you want. But brace yourself—you'll be exhausted."
"Just say I'm rich and I've got a great body. Oh, wait, that might not work. They could think you're dating me for my looks and judge you for it."
"The second we say we're dating, that's exactly what they'll think. Is his dick huge? Is that why Choi Yujin went for him? They'll gossip like that."
"No way..."
"People always suspect mismatched couples. They figure the guy's packing a monster cock or insane stamina."
"Whatever. Doesn't matter—we're doing it all anyway if we're together."
"It does matter. It'll tank your value as a senior. Everyone will grill you: Why him? All the club members you're active with will hound you."
"Ugh, that sounds exhausting... I've got over ten clubs."
"Exactly. With Seo Taeha, no explanations needed. But with me? You'll have to justify it. Why date him? Are you really going steady?"
She had a point. When Choi Yujin dated Seo Taeha, no one asked why? They'd say it made sense—they'd been hanging out lately, they suited each other, weren't his fans scary?—mixing envy and pity, but never questioning the pairing itself.
With Yaseong, though? The whys would flood in. He looked so utterly ordinary on the outside. They had no clue about the beast within. She couldn't exactly tell him to strip and flex his savage muscles, or whip out his raging hard-on as proof.
From the surface, Han Yaseong had zero appeal. No wonder people overlooked him completely.
"Announcing it will wear us both out."
"Yeah. Guys will come sniffing around me too. You're dating Yujin? Prove what makes you so special. I'd just beat the shit out of them, though."
"You'd go to jail."
"True."
In that other world, things were simpler. Beat the crap out of anyone—no jail time. The feel of pummeling those armies from every nation still lingered in his fists and feet. So damn satisfying, all that stress melting away. Maybe that's what shattered his prickly heart. Three years of digging trenches? Obliterated by thrashing those soldiers.
Climbing a mountain sucked—grueling, infuriating—but the summit brought catharsis, and descending left you hollow. The spaceship was just like that. After maxing it out, he wouldn't bounce around in glee like before.
Han Yaseong reached out after what felt like ages, brushing Choi Yujin's parted pussy.
"Ah! Don't touch there now. Still too sensitive."
"You said you'd do anything."
"That was just talk."
She grabbed his hand to stop him. With no choice, he groped her breasts instead. Still, fondling those jiggling tits felt great. Choi Yujin allowed the breast play. Block the pussy, offer up the tits.
"For now, let's at least tell your dad. So we can hang out here freely. Then we can hit the hotel pool, cafe, restaurant—like a real couple."
"Fine by me, but the staff have eyes. They'll whisper: The boss's daughter with some average guy?"
"Jeez, everything's a hurdle. I get why celebrities disguise themselves now. Eyes everywhere."
"I'll just change. Roll up in a foreign sports car, act like nobility—they'll approve."
"Yeah. You're rich now. Hundreds of billions incoming soon. Dress sharp, and they'll say we match."
"But I hate that. Feels like buying affection with cash. Driving a sports car to school? Gives me chills."
"I do it all the time. You'll get used to it. Spending money becomes second nature fast. A month in, and you won't feel a thing."
"Guess so."
Like the spaceship, strutting like nobility would normalize quick. Awkward at first, but as Yujin said, it'd fade.
"Just like us now."
He pinched and teased her nipple; she laughed and twisted away.
"Exactly. Who'd have guessed we'd end up like this? Even on that uninhabited island, I didn't notice you at first—until your kick gave you away."
"We'll let school find out naturally. People will see us together. But tell your dad. So I can crash at your place without drama."
"Got it. Gotta get his okay. But don't get mad if he dismisses you—his standards are sky-high."
"He won't try marrying you off to some chaebol like Eun-a's dad, or turning you into a first lady, right?"
"Kinda. He's rivals with her dad, so he doesn't meddle in dating—but marriage? Gotta be top-tier. No deadweight with a fancy facade. Models and idols? Same deal—don't even dream."
"Telling him we're dating will shock him silly. Not marriage, but still—a blow."
"You've got those gems, though. That'll score points—no huge opposition. Without them? He'd flip: Why him?!"
"Oh, I brought them. Wanna see?"
"You did?"
"Yeah. In my bag."
He got up from bed, dick swinging, grabbed his bag from the living room, and returned. Watching him, Choi Yujin chuckled. How did that silly thing drive her wild? Earlier, she'd been a total flirt, coquettish honorifics flying—insane. Still baffled and embarrassed thinking back.
Han Yaseong pulled out a massive pouch and opened it.
"Brought this much for now."
"That's tons."
Choi Yujin saw the gems—easily over ten kilos. The pouch was so heavy she could barely lift it.
"Worth about a trillion, right?"
"Hundreds of billions for each of us."
"Insane. Your dad struck gold. Billions from his armchair."
"You're getting that much too. Me too."
"Sounds like payment for pussy."
"That too."
He flicked his finger up her slit; seated Choi Yujin squirmed her hips.
"Hmph, back to manhandling me already? All filled up now, huh?"
"You came more..."
She pouted and shoved the gem pouch away.
"Don't need it. You keep it all."
"Ugh, here we go again."
Why did women sulk so easily? Han Yaseong laid her back and peppered her lips with kisses. Choi Yujin turned her head away, face angry—or pretending? Hard to tell.
"It was a joke... no need to..."
"Still hurts my feelings. Thinking of me like that."
"Worry who'll put up with your temper."
"I know. Dad said the same—any guy dating me would wither away."
Self-reflecting, she lifted her head and stared.
"But you gotta yield sometimes. Can't change my personality. In return, I'll give you everything I can."
"Like this?"
His hand dove to her slit; she shot him a dumbfounded look.
"You really..."
Too absurd—she burst out laughing.
"Gotta endure the hassle of having me. Then you keep getting this pussy. You won't dump me 'cause you crave it."
"True."
He hated yielding, loved groping her pussy—didn't want to break up. Even with other girls, he'd want Yujin around.
"Too honest sparks fights. Say it's 'cause you like me."
"It includes that. I want your pussy—not some other girl's."
"Fine. What can I expect from you? Can't even sweet-talk."
Dating a newbie felt awkward like this. Hated smooth-talking players, but sometimes wished he'd just say I like you, that's why.