Chapter 274
“You don’t have a girlfriend, right?”
“Why?”
“Guys without girlfriends always go ‘should we do this or that?’ They can’t take the lead.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Girls just want guys to take charge and lead the way. They hate all that waffling.”
“Guess my girlfriend Choi Yujin hates it too, then.”
“Yep.”
She burrowed deeper into his arms. She didn’t seem keen on getting out from under the covers. Han Yaseong held her tight and racked his brain for other ideas.
But nothing came to mind.
“Man, there’s really nothing to do besides sex.”
Sex didn’t need planning—you could go for hours, even a whole day. But dating? That was different. Without a plan, he had no clue what to do. It felt like the classic limit of a dating newbie.
Han Yaseong grabbed his phone and searched for date itineraries. Tons of results popped up, but they all looked meh. Nothing jumped out. Some seemed overly complicated and exhausting, even ones billed as “girlfriend-trapping courses.”
He set the phone down. He wanted to do something no one else did. That meant taking Choi Yujin to that world... Suit up and fly around on a vehicle for a date. Soar through the skies, check out bizarre beasts and weird plants, stroll forest paths, play with massive carnivores—it could be fun. But he’d already seen most of it, so the thrill wasn’t there.
Dating thoughts were giving him a headache.
“Maybe we should just date right here.”
As he brushed his fingers over her parted slit, Choi Yujin flinched, her ass twitching as she squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced.
“Ugh, that’s the best you could come up with?”
“There’s nothing else.”
“Girls don’t expect anything grand from dates. Just take me wherever. It doesn’t have to be flashy—as long as you’re leading, we love it.”
“Yeah?”
Even the ordinary stuff worked, apparently. No need to force a fancy itinerary and wear himself out. Everyday dating would do. He could just do what he wanted.
“Then today: movie, street food market for snacks, and at night... that.”
“...So on-brand for you.”
She didn’t seem too opposed—no demands or complaints. Sleep was more pressing for her right now. She needed more rest to shake off the puffiness. Still, seeing Han Yaseong actually pondering dates was nice. He’d never bothered before—just summoned her home for sex. Now he was making an effort to go out. Sweet.
So Choi Yujin gripped his cock firmly. A reward for his dating efforts.
Han Yaseong felt it and his dick twitched eagerly. Women definitely needed that emotional spark to get into it. Post-date sex beat casual home hookups any day. No wonder guys shelled out for movies and beers when meeting their girls. It was all foreplay for sex. Jump straight to it, and she’d hate it—so soften her up with a film and drinks first. She’d feel obligated after getting treated, and guilty if she didn’t put out after he spent money.
That give-and-take made couples, he figured. From now on, he’d do something before sex. Even ice cream and a neighborhood stroll... That’d put her in a good mood, make her pussy feel even better.
He’d do the same for Euna-sunbae later. He’d been too pussy-obsessed lately. She was so sweet, putting up with it—but any other girl would’ve called him a pig and flipped out. He’d treat his good-girl Euna-sunbae better.
“What’re you thinking about?”
Her voice chilled, as if sensing other-girl thoughts. Her grip on his cock tightened.
“Just how we should date.”
Lies about love worked wonders on women, or so he’d heard. So he lied.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Wondering what movie and which pub.”
“Mmm... keep thinking.”
She stroked him softly again.
Women. No wonder guys cheated, denied it flat-out, and got forgiven. Admit the truth, and they raged harder. Even caught red-handed, deny deny deny, and they’d waver—“maybe not?” Or they knew but wanted to believe the lie to save face. Preserve that self-respect.
Choi Yujin probably knew he was daydreaming but let it slide since he played the date card.
Women were complicated. Han Yaseong kneaded her springy ass cheeks instead. When his middle finger teased her asshole again, she wiggled.
“Ahh... that tickles...”
She was turning babyish. Did all women get like this? Anyway, she didn’t hate it, so he kept fingering her hole, groping possessively. Soft moans escaped her. Wondering if she’d squirted, he checked her parted folds—slick with juices.
She got wet fast. Choi Yujin blushed, feeling his hand on her dripping pussy. Just his anal play soaked her. At this rate, she’d turn into an anal slut. It felt good, but worrying—embarrassed how he’d see her.
Screw it. She snuggled closer, spreading her cheeks a bit. For more of his touch...
They ordered room service for a late breakfast, got dressed around lunchtime, and left the hotel. No one they knew nearby, so they linked arms and strolled. It felt couple-like; Choi Yujin loved it.
“Nice, right?”
“Yeah.”
Han Yaseong savored the novelty too. He should make time for this more often. Kinda regretted all the home-sex-only before.
“No car?”
“Let’s just walk. This is good too.”
When crowds thickened, they unlinked and walked like senpai-kouhai. Not celebrities, but still—eyes everywhere. Annoying, but for Choi Yujin-sunbae’s sake, caution first. Dating rumors wouldn’t ruin them, but hassle avoided.
They subway-ed to the theater district. Guys stole glances at Choi Yujin en route—so pretty, eyes magnetized. Han Yaseong did it too with hot girls. Women eyed her outfit, sneaking peeks. No one spared him a look—just “who’s that guy with her?” vibes. No one pegged them as dating. Just friendly senpai-kouhai.
At the theaters, Han Yaseong spotted a horror flick and suggested it. Choi Yujin smirked, shook her head, and pushed for a romance fantasy. Huge with girls lately—not his taste.
“That?”
“Yeah, that one.”
She wheedled, jiggling her tits. He caved. Today was her day. Compromise.
In the theater, he endured two boring hours. The male lead was too smarmy. Girls were rapt; accompanying guys looked checked out. Even spotted two dudes together—what were they doing?
Post-movie, they hit the nearby food market. Tteokbokki, fish cakes, kimbap, green onion pancakes—they snacked hard. Simple date, total satisfaction. Dating was just wandering together.
Stuffed, they walked till sunset, then hit an upstairs pub. Draft beers, peanuts, dry snacks, chit-chat. Not wild fun, but pleasantly chill.
Around 7 PM, they parted. Regretful, but no suite or home sex tonight. Twice-a-week rule—keep promises.
“You wanna, though?”
“Nah. We did plenty yesterday.”
Daily multi-rounds wore even him out. Only doable post-that-world trips. Here, daily risked burnout. Burnt-out sex? Life-ruining. So, moderate when staying put.