Chapter 40
‘We have to get going first.’
Jang Eun-ah straightened her clothes, adjusted her glasses, composed herself, and stepped out of the bathroom. There was no way they could all head back to Seoul together with those two like that. It’d be best to make up some excuse to the others and leave ahead.
So she went to the women’s room and addressed the club members, who were already wide awake and fresh from washing up.
“We’re heading to Seoul first. Yu-jin said she has someone to meet outside.”
“She’s coming late?” a third-year male senior asked.
“Yeah, seems like it. She told us to go on ahead.”
“What about Ya-seong?”
“Yu-jin took him out. Said he’d be her bodyguard. So let’s go first. We can leave Yu-jin’s and Ya-seong’s bags as they are. We’ll grab breakfast on the train—just pack your stuff, everyone.”
“Got it.”
They all started packing without a fuss. Even though Choi Yu-jin and Han Ya-seong had gone out together, no one suspected a thing. A guy and girl like that just didn’t add up as a pair—no one would even think to doubt them. Unless they’d seen the two of them sleeping naked in the same bed, suspicion was impossible.
The gap between Choi Yu-jin and Han Ya-seong was just that vast.
Everyone packed up and started filing out of the room. Jang Eun-ah pulled out her smartphone for a moment and sent a text.
It was a message to Choi Yu-jin’s phone—and one that summed up everything. Yu-jin would figure out the situation in no time. And Ya-seong would learn naturally from her.
Jang Eun-ah glanced back one last time, seeing Choi Yu-jin’s and Han Ya-seong’s bags lined up neatly in the corner of the living room, then shut the door.
By noon, four hours after the Mystery Club members had all left, Choi Yu-jin finally stirred from sleep, sprawled face-down with her ass in the air. She blinked her eyes awake.
“Nngh?”
For a split second, her memories cut off. She had no idea when or why she’d fallen asleep naked. But a glance at the bed brought it all rushing back.
“Oh... right, I did it with Ya-seong...”
Eyes landing on Han Ya-seong, still sleeping with his dick out, it all clicked. The intense fucking with him replayed in her mind like a panoramic video, stretching on forever. She even recalled the end—bent over on all fours like a beast in heat, getting pounded relentlessly by that thick cock. Back then, she’d thought she was dying. Her ass felt wrecked, her pussy torn to shreds.
But looking now, her pussy was thankfully intact. Still, the fleshy lips, clenched tight like a clam, were swollen bright red. They’d really gone at it hard.
“Ugh, never again...”
Choi Yu-jin shook her head vigorously. Glancing at Han Ya-seong, still out cold, she reflected. She’d thought he was just an ordinary guy, but nope. Immense strength, insane stamina. A beast hidden beneath that average exterior. The way he’d gripped her ass with both hands and slammed into her... she’d really thought she was done for. She’d nearly sobbed and begged him to stop.
No ordinary guy could do that. He’d fucked her like he was conquering her. No—he’d eaten her up.
Choi Yu-jin knew Han Ya-seong had devoured her. She’d started as the one eating him, but in the end, he’d turned the tables.
Me, Choi Yu-jin!
The thought sparked an odd sense of defeat. She even felt a bit intimidated by him. He was the man who’d taken her. Sure, he was a two-years-younger junior, but instinct kicked in—a woman’s subtle urge to submit.
Like a noblewoman who’d given her body to the help and now had to watch her step around him. That was womanhood. And so, Choi Yu-jin found herself glancing at Han Ya-seong a little warily.
But it didn’t last. She quickly regained her composure. She wasn’t called the queen for nothing.
She nudged his dick and balls lightly with her toes. “Hey, wake up.”
“......Nngh?”
Han Ya-seong jolted awake as a heavy ache hit his groin. He opened his eyes in shock—and froze. He was naked, and right in front of him sat senior Choi Yu-jin, equally naked. He sat up in surprise, only to realize her foot was still pressing down on his dick and balls. What the hell was going on?
“What...?”
He cupped his crotch, utterly baffled.
Choi Yu-jin sighed long and hard, noticing he remembered nothing. She got it—she’d blacked out for a moment too. Couldn’t take it all in at once. But it’d come back soon, just like it had for her.
“Don’t you remember? We did it last night.”
“Oh......”
Han Ya-seong let out a long sigh, realization dawning. It wasn’t a dream? All that was real? Fresh from sleep, his memories were a jumble. But seeing his naked senior sitting there made it feel real enough. Why else would Choi Yu-jin be flaunting her huge tits and exposing her crotch like that?
Choi Yu-jin caught him staring at her pussy between her legs like he’d just discovered it, and she rolled her eyes in disbelief. After sucking, fingering, and pounding it all night, he still gawked like it was brand new. It hit her again—how innocent he was.
Which naturally made her self-conscious about flashing her pussy. She quickly clamped her thighs together, hiding it behind her straight line of pubic hair.
Han Ya-seong felt a pang of regret as her pussy vanished from view. He’d seen it so much last night, but he still wanted more. Hell, he could stare at it 24/7, 365 days a year, and never get bored. But it was gone now, so he reluctantly looked up—right into her massive tits. Still as pretty and mouthwatering as ever.
Seeing him swallow hard, Choi Yu-jin shook her head and covered her chest with her arms. Last night, with the booze and the heat of the moment, she’d let loose with him. But now it was broad daylight. The alcohol was gone, the mood wasn’t there. It felt like getting caught on hidden cam—uncomfortable. So she snapped a bit sharply.
“What’re you staring at? Cut it out.”
“Ah, sorry... sorry...”
Han Ya-seong flinched and apologized. Staring holes into a woman’s most precious parts—pussy and tits—from morning till now? No wonder senior was pissed. He deflated instantly, looking all mopey.
Choi Yu-jin was floored watching him. Why does this guy trigger my maternal instincts so hard? Seeing him wilt like that made her feel like the bad one. Two years younger really was a big difference. Han Ya-seong needed military service to become a real man. Pre-conscription guys were all just babies.
In her eyes, he was a big baby. No way she could stay mad.
“Ugh, fine. Look all you want.”
She moved her arms away from her near-double-D tits, letting them spill free again. Han Ya-seong stared once more—but sneakily this time, peeking while minding her mood. He looked like a puppy eyeing food, and Choi Yu-jin couldn’t help but smile. That cuteness was why she’d given herself to him. It wasn’t chance that she’d handed her body to this unremarkable guy.
He had this weird charm that melted a woman’s defenses. A servant’s vibe, maybe. Or a slave’s. He felt like her personal attendant, belonging to her. Like those old European noblewomen fooling around with their young pages. Adorable, like a pet dog she was raising.
That’s how Han Ya-seong seemed now. Not an equal man—just her loyal servant. That faint submission from earlier? Gone completely. She’d only feel it again during their next fuck.
“It’s midday already—what about the others? They can’t still be sleeping, right?”
They were supposed to head to Seoul today, but no word? Felt off to Choi Yu-jin. Han Ya-seong nodded.
“Maybe they’re waiting or looking for us since we’re gone?”
“Could be.”
She figured they needed to clean up before the kids caught on. She hopped off the bed and stood. Han Ya-seong followed suit.
Choi Yu-jin grimaced at the yellow-stained, soaked bedsheet.
“Ya-seong, strip that off. The staff’ll freak if they see it.”
“Okay.”
Han Ya-seong quickly peeled off the white sheet. It was filthy with all kinds of stains and reeked. No surprise—his cum, her juices, and she’d even pissed. The sheet was a goner. No washing would save it. They rolled it up and dumped it in the corner.