Chapter 31
That's why women with husbands or boyfriends fake reaching climax, deceiving them. They lie and say it felt good just to stroke the men's egos.
But Choi Yujin could tell that this time, it had been genuinely amazing. So she called out to Han Yaseong, who was sitting quietly at her feet.
"Come here..."
At her beckoning gesture, Han Yaseong crawled over on all fours to her side. Choi Yujin lay on her side and pulled him tightly into her embrace.
"Haa... I really thought I was going to die..."
"How was it?"
"It was really good. I've never felt anything like this before. That squirting orgasm earlier... it all splashed right on your face, didn't it?"
Choi Yujin laughed as she wiped the pussy juices from Han Yaseong's face with her hand.
"I'm glad you liked it, sunbae. I wasn't sure what to do..."
"You did perfectly, you little playboy. The women you do this with later are going to lose their minds. So don't go messing around with just anyone."
"Yes."
He was so obedient, too. Choi Yujin found Han Yaseong utterly adorable. It had definitely been worth showing him her pussy. The thought made her wonder just how her pussy had looked to him.
"How did mine look... down there?"
"It was gorgeous. I've never seen anything so beautiful."
"When have you ever seen a woman's pussy before?"
"Well, in porn... but you're the first one I've seen in real life, sunbae."
Choi Yujin felt even better. The first real pussy he'd ever seen was hers... Was this why men loved being a woman's first? Knowing Han Yaseong's first glimpse had been of her made her mood soar. He would never forget her pussy.
She even considered becoming his girlfriend outright, but shook her head. Their families didn't match up. No—Han Yaseong would crumble under the inferiority complex and self-loathing. This casual setup felt more comfortable, maybe even better.
So Choi Yujin gave him a gift.
"I'll let you have it... whenever you want."
"Huh? Have what?"
"This."
She reached out and grasped his rock-hard cock in her hand. Han Yaseong's excitement surged anew.
"A-anytime?"
"Yeah. Until I get a boyfriend. No idea when that'll be, but until then, we're a secret thing. You can't tell anyone, and no letting it slip. Think you can handle that?"
As she spoke, Choi Yujin fondled his cock with her hand. With it in her grasp, how could he refuse?
"Yes. I'll keep it secret. And if you get a boyfriend, I'll step aside quietly."
He meant it. She could feel he wouldn't cling to her. Choi Yujin knew she should be relieved, but a pang of disappointment tugged at her anyway.
"Don't you like me?"
"I do."
"Then why not fight for me? Don't you want to be my boyfriend?"
"We're just not a match. You and I don't really go together. Even this relationship feels like a miracle... I don't want to get greedy."
Han Yaseong already knew. Choi Yujin had no intention of making him her boyfriend. He'd sensed that wall and given up on crossing it. Knowing that, she couldn't press him further.
"Fine. We've only just started anyway. Who knows what'll happen later? Couples are all the same—starting out obsessed, but most break up. They swear eternal love and marriage, then split anyway. Even after tying the knot, they divorce... Maybe it's better if we just keep things easygoing our way."
Relationships were unpredictable. Promises meant nothing; they could shatter anytime.
So Choi Yujin and Han Yaseong hooked their pinkies and made a pact.
"Our thing stays secret forever. No prying into each other's private lives. No possessiveness. But if one of us gets a boyfriend or girlfriend, we tell the other. And... we end it."
The promise felt oddly premeditated for a breakup, leaving them both a little uneasy. To break the awkwardness, Choi Yujin acted cute.
"Kiss me."
"Okay."
Han Yaseong leaned in and pressed his lips to her pretty ones. They sucked at each other's mouths, tongues soon meeting in the middle and entwining fiercely.
Han Yaseong felt a flicker of worry. Could I really let her go to another guy someday...? He wasn't sure. The mere thought of handing Choi Yujin over to someone else made his chest ache with pain and rage. It poured into their kiss.
"Mmph... haa..."
Feeling him suck hard on her lips and tongue, Choi Yujin tensed. This guy didn't want to let her go. She felt a mix of panic and delight. After all, it meant she was wanted—better than indifference. If he coolly sent her off later, she'd probably feel insulted and empty. They had shared their bodies, after all.
Han Yaseong grew bolder. Sucking her lips, he groped her full, heavy breasts with his hands. Squeezing a bit roughly drew pained moans from her as she twisted her hips.
"Ah, it hurts... mmph..."
He didn't stop kissing, kneading her huge tits before sliding his hand downward. The straight line of her pubic hair brushed his palm, followed by the slick cleft of her pussy. By now, touching Choi Yujin's pussy felt natural to him. The first time was always the hardest; everything else came easy.
Choi Yujin twisted her ass, feeling his hand on her parted folds.
"Ahng... not there..."
But unlike her shy words, her pussy fluttered eagerly, welcoming its conqueror Han Yaseong's touch. His fingers grew bolder, soon delving into her folds. Her beautiful pussy lips were churned this way and that, slick with her juices. It was fully under his control now.
Sensing it, Han Yaseong played freely—pinching her labia between thumb and forefinger, tugging them side to side.
For a moment, Choi Yujin felt like her pussy was just a toy, but she didn't stop him. Those rough hands felt even better. She preferred his aggression over passivity. The more he took charge, the more her pussy throbbed. For an instant, it even felt like being with an older guy.
Han Yaseong grabbed one massive breast in his hand, sucking hungrily as excitement built. Suckling her tit up top while fingering her below—it was pure bliss, like he owned her completely. She said he could do this anytime until she got a boyfriend. For now, he could play with Choi Yujin sunbae to his heart's content.
This was the moment his hidden wildness emerged. He'd been intimidated by her as his senior, but deep sexual instincts awakened, unleashing his masculine ferocity.
Proof came as she started begging.
"Eek, it hurts... don't suck so hard..."
Like a savage baby, he nursed roughly, and the pain built. Pleading, she watched him latch onto the other nipple instead. Her breasts were toys in his grip now—he alternated sucking them, lost in pleasure. Right then, Han Yaseong truly believed those tits were his. He teased her nipples brazenly with his tongue, slurping noisily with mouthfuls of breastflesh.
Choi Yujin drowned in massive pleasure, but fear crept in too.
At this rate, my tits are gonna come off...
Terrified by his ferocity, she pulled his head to her chest in a coquettish hug.
"Ahng... enough now, okay? My tits hurt."
"...Huh? They hurt?"
"Yeah."
She gazed at him with wide, babyish eyes to make him stop. Han Yaseong finally snapped out of it. The breasts filling his hands were flushed red, utterly drenched in saliva. Dark bruises mottled them from his rough sucking. Shame hit him hard.
"S-sorry... I got too carried away..."
"It's fine. You just love my tits that much. But no more sucking today—they really hurt."
"Okay."
Regretfully, Han Yaseong released her breasts. Watching them bounce and jiggle freely made his mouth water again. He could never get enough of sunbae's tits.
Choi Yujin smiled at him eyeing her heaving breasts so hungrily.
"I'll let you suck them again later. Don't lick your chops like that."
"Ah, yeah..."
A bit embarrassed, Han Yaseong turned away—only to spot the straight strip of pubic hair on her lower belly. But after staring at her pussy plenty in missionary earlier, he craved a new view. He wanted to see her on all fours, ass up.