Chapter 269
“What's the big deal about this?”
Han Yaseong quickly snatched the phone away. It was a world-class work of art—he couldn't just let her delete it.
“Give it here! I'm deleting it!”
Choi Yujin lunged at him, her voice choked with tears, but she was no match for his strength. In an instant, her tits jiggled as he pinned her down flat on her back, rendering her helpless.
“No way. This one's mine. Can't delete it.”
“I hate it! Delete it now! I can't live like this!”
Just the existence of this horrific photo was enough to ruin her sleep. She'd thought it might turn out okay-ish, but this? It looked straight out of a porn star's portfolio. It felt like a lifelong mark of shame—she wanted it erased from the phone and her mind right now. But with Han Yaseong gripping one of her tits and holding her down, there was nothing she could do. No matter how she thrashed and squirmed, she couldn't wrest the phone free.
“No one can tell who it is. It's just an ass shot. Who'd know it's your pussy and asshole?”
“Yaseong, you jerk! If you don't delete it, I'm really gonna cry! Delete it, please!”
Choi Yujin finally burst into sobs, pleading desperately. Han Yaseong found it even more amusing and tried to soothe her with exaggerated gentleness.
“The photo turned out amazing. I'm keeping this forever. Gonna print it out and stick it on my desk at home.”
“No! Euuung… Please delete it…”
The thought of that lewd scene plastered on his desk was mortifying beyond words. Sure, others might not recognize her, but she knew who it was. It was her—her pussy and asshole on display. She couldn't let that happen.
“Please delete it! Euuung! I'll do anything! Please!”
She begged, pleaded, wheedled, and threw a tantrum, trying everything to get him to erase it. But Han Yaseong dug in his heels this time.
“Nope. It's mine. If you really want it gone, let me do your ass. Allow anal, and I'll delete it.”
“Euuung…”
That was even worse. Anal? The photo was nightmare fuel already, but actual anal? Choi Yujin just broke down wailing. It was the first time she'd seen her own pussy and asshole in such intimate detail. The shock hit harder for it. And that slick, gaping asshole, all relaxed and wrinkled, flapping open? It kept flashing in her mind, making her clench her cheeks without thinking. If she relaxed even a little, it'd probably gape just like in the photo.
“It came out so pretty—why cry? This is a genius shot. Enter it in a butt photo contest, you'd win first place hands down.”
No competition. It was that flawless. But Choi Yujin seemed embarrassed and hated it. Fair enough. Any normal woman would feel humiliated with her asshole and pussy exposed so rawly. Only wild party girls would laugh and call it hot. Her reaction was perfectly sane.
“Delete it. I'll do anything.”
“Anal too?”
“Anything but that. Something else. Come on, please delete it…”
Like she couldn't share the same sky with her parents' killer, she couldn't live with that photo lingering. Choi Yujin begged with every trick in the book. Han Yaseong felt a twinge of pity and considered it, but he smacked her ass cheek and shook his head.
“Can't do it. This is mine. I can't let go of this one.”
“I'll let you shoot it again later. Okay?”
“Even if we reshoot, it won't match this quality. This is a once-in-millennia masterpiece.”
“No way. It'll come out great again for sure. So come on, delete it.”
“Fine, prove it. Spread your ass for a reshoot, and if it's good, I'll delete the original.”
“Ugh…”
Choi Yujin finally snapped, her eyes turning icy with anger.
“Han Yaseong, you're seriously not deleting it? After all this?”
She didn't scare him one bit.
“Should Choi Yujin be acting like this? I could mass-send it to the Mystery Club members right now.”
“Then you're dead.”
“Wanna bet? Let's see if I live or die—should I hit send?”
As he raised the phone to do it, Choi Yujin pounced like a leopard, her tits bouncing wildly.
“Don't! No!”
“Then behave.”
“Hic…”
Choi Yujin deflated, slumping pathetically.
“You're so mean… Delete it, please…”
“No one can tell it's you anyway. How would anyone know it's Choi Yujin from this ass pic?”
“But if they know we're dating, they'll figure it out. It'll scream 'me'.”
“Just encrypt it. Set a password only we know.”
“That won't help. Don't you know Hollywood stars get hacked and pics leak all the time?”
True enough. Phone encryption wouldn't stand a chance against a school hacker. The photo would leak, plastered everywhere as “Hotel Management junior queen Choi Yujin's pussy and asshole.” School boards flooded, internet ablaze. That seemed to be her fear—a leak, however slim the odds.
“Still, no one would peg it as you from this. No face or anything.”
“If this leaks and they ID me, I'm done for.”
“Why? Leaked Hollywood stars survive.”
“It's different for them. In Korea? Forget it. Everyone points, scorns, curses, mocks, ridicules. They'd say I flirted first, like they do to rape victims. A leak like this? Universal hate, no pity.”
“You're no celeb anyway. Might even boost the hotel—'Pretty ass of the owner's daughter.'”
“Please delete it… I'm begging… I'll do anything else. Wanna see me pee? Poop? I'll show it all. Just delete this… I can't sleep with it out there.”
Her desperation wore him down, so he relented. But he'd sneakily emailed it to himself during their back-and-forth. Han Yaseong stalled a bit more.
“Fine, I'll delete it. But don't forget—you'll do anything.”
“Yes! Yes! Anything! Hurry and delete!”
Choi Yujin beamed like a puppy. Han Yaseong smirked inwardly, pulling out the phone to check. Transfer complete. Safe to delete now.
“Lemme look a bit longer. It's going anyway, right?”
“Yeah… But you have to delete it.”
Her eyes went cold again, like it'd ruin the fun if he didn't. Han Yaseong lounged back on the bed, erasing the email trace while she watched. She lay beside him, peering at the screen.
“You only took one, right?”
“Yeah. Check it.”
He handed over the phone. She dug into the gallery. Just the one ass pic—no need for more; it'd nailed it. Han Yaseong eyed it wistfully.
“Gotta delete this gem… Such a waste.”
“Just look at the real thing. I'll show you live, all you want.”
Fearing he'd renege, she clung to him desperately, her jiggling tits brushing his shoulder in soft warmth. Han Yaseong double-checked her resolve.
“For real? Deleting it?”
“Yes. Hurry.”
“But it's too good. Deleting this is a sin. Like burning cultural heritage.”
“Cut the crap and delete it. What heritage? It's filthy. God, I'm scared it'll haunt my dreams. My pussy and ass look that gross.”
“It's just pretty.”
“Fine, want me to snap your asshole pic? See how you like it?”
“Nah, pass. Don't wanna see.”
Why photograph his own asshole? That's for psychos. Choi Yujin looked pissed.
“See? You hate the idea too, but…”
“I shot it 'cause it's pretty. Porn and AV stars do it all the time. Know how much of this is on 19+ sites? Husbands upload their wives', housewives post their own for ratings.”
“That's for crazies. I hate it. You've ogled enough—delete.”
Her nagging forced a sigh from Han Yaseong as he hit delete. Sure, he'd saved it via email, but watching it vanish from the phone killed his buzz. Choi Yujin triple-checked, then grinned in relief.
“Finally. Whew… That was nightmarish…”
“Happy now?”
“Yeah. Thanks for deleting. Hehe.”
She snuggled into his arms with coquettish charm, like a bratty little sister. Women were such fickle creatures, shifting moods on a dime. Han Yaseong feigned disappointment and smacked her ass.
“You killed my mood.”
“I'll show you me peeing later. For now…”
She grabbed his cock with a smile and started licking. Ecstatic over the deletion. That happy? Wonder what she'd say learning about the email. Might try to kill him. Good thing no guns here—America, and she'd shoot.
Choi Yujin slurped and sucked, slurp smack, his cock swelling thick again. Glancing at the window, dusk was falling. Nearing 6 PM. No plans for that other world today. Plenty of food stocked—the orc wouldn't starve. Nothing much to do there anyway; he'd pop in for fun every few days like before.
He smacked her ass a couple times, motioning her up. With his cock still in her mouth, she hesitated briefly before turning into a 69, resigned. Han Yaseong spread her ass cheeks wide with both hands. They parted as if tearing, fully exposing her asshole and pussy.