Chapter 41
"I need to hurry up and take a bath and get out."
Choi Yujin grabbed the doorknob and started to open the door when a clunking sound made her glance down. There was a round protrusion in the center of the knob. It looked like it had been pressed in, and as she turned the handle, it popped back out. The door must have been locked from the inside.
Figuring Han Yaseong had locked it, Choi Yujin didn't think much of it and stepped out into the living room completely naked. Han Yaseong trailed after her like an eager puppy.
Bathed in the bright midday sunlight, her pale skin glowed softly—her ass and back view were truly stunning. The thought that he'd spent the whole night fucking a woman like this still felt like a dream. But a pang of regret hit him: Is this really the end? It seemed unlikely he'd ever get another chance. Unless she lost her mind, Choi Yujin wouldn't spend another night with him. The anxiety gnawed that their one time yesterday might be all there ever was.
Choi Yujin headed to the bathroom and plopped down on the toilet. A quick psssshhh followed as she peed freely, and there was Han Yaseong standing blankly at the door, staring.
"What are you doing?"
"Huh?"
"Ugh, you like watching girls pee?"
"N-no! Sorry!"
Han Yaseong spun around in a panic, fully exposing his ass. Choi Yujin, still on the toilet mid-pee, eyed it and chuckled. Even as a guy, it was firm and solid. No wonder he'd pounded her so relentlessly. Her own ass cheeks still felt sore, her lower back aching faintly. The memories of how thoroughly he'd worn her out flooded back.
She finished peeing, didn't bother wiping her pussy, and just flushed. She was going to shower anyway—no point. Heading toward Han Yaseong, who was still facing away, she was about to tell him to close the bathroom door but paused, thinking it over.
It was his first time, after all...
Ending things just like this felt a bit cruel. He'd lost his virginity to her—she was his first woman. Brushing him off coldly might leave him hurt, or even scarred. He was still an innocent guy; she needed to handle this gently, make sure there were no lingering regrets. Drifting apart like this would leave her feeling guilty too.
With a reluctant sigh, she called out.
"Yaseong, come in here."
"Huh?"
Han Yaseong whipped around in surprise. Come in? Did she mean shower together? He desperately wanted to bathe with Choi Yujin but hadn't dared ask, terrified of rejection. He'd left it entirely up to her. He'd half-expected her to tell him to close the door. The odds of her inviting him in? Maybe 2 or 3 percent at best.
So when she actually did, he couldn't hide his shock.
"What are you waiting for? Get in here. Aren't you gonna shower?"
"Y-yeah..."
Convinced it wasn't a dream, Han Yaseong rushed into the bathroom. As Choi Yujin turned on the shower, she added,
"Close the door, obviously."
"Right..."
He fumbled to shut it quickly. Watching him, Choi Yujin smiled. She could see how thrilled he was. If she'd told him to shower separately, he would've been disappointed for sure. Since it was his first time—and with her—she figured sharing this bath was a fitting coda to their night. The final touch to seal their sex.
"Come on, let's wash up. The others are waiting."
"Okay."
Han Yaseong was buzzing with excitement and gratitude. Showering with Choi Yujin felt amazing, and her thoughtfulness toward him made it even better. She really was special—no other woman, no matter how pretty, could match her kindness. Beautiful body, beautiful heart—that was his sunbae.
She stood under the shower spray, hand between her legs, washing. White remnants trickled down her inner thighs, rinsed away by the water. His leftover cum, probably. Guilt tugged at him—he'd shot so much inside her.
Choi Yujin grumbled while cleaning her entrance. "God, you came buckets. This is tons coming out."
Spreading her folds to rinse was decadent, utterly sexy. Watching made his cock twitch back to life. Even after all night, it was ready again.
She noticed mid-wash and blinked in shock. "You... it's getting hard again?"
"Uh..."
Han Yaseong mumbled, embarrassed. He felt like a total pervert. How was he this horny? Crossing between worlds must've supercharged his stamina. Truth be told, he could've gone at her right then—easily two more rounds.
But Choi Yujin recoiled in horror. "No way, I'm done. If you really need to, handle it yourself."
"Okay..."
"Ugh, you animal."
Unable to look at his erection anymore, she turned her back and resumed washing her pussy. After last night, for it to stiffen again? Absurd. But why was her pussy throbbing? Her folds quivered faintly. She wondered if she was a slut too—craving more after all that. Her body remembered yesterday's mind-blowing orgasms, maybe. Still, no more. It could get dangerous. This was the right line for their relationship.
Throughout the shower, Han Yaseong stole glances at her body, throwing obvious lustful hints. She pretended not to notice, lathering up vigorously instead. His cock hit full mast—the soapy, naked sight of her was too stimulating, too perfect. For a moment, he wished he was the soap.
Feeling his hungry gaze, she ignored it to the end. Any slip here, and they'd be fucking again. But honestly? Seeing his massive erection turned her on. What woman wouldn't like a guy getting worked up over her body? If he'd been indifferent, she'd have been disappointed. His excitement while watching her shower? As a woman, it felt great.
They finished silently, toweled off, and stepped out. In the sunlit living room, Choi Yujin stood naked and realized her bag—with her underwear and clothes—was in the girls' room. Her face fell.
"Shit, all my undies and stuff are in my bag."
"Mine too. Want me to grab them?"
"You got clothes to wear?"
"Shorts are fine."
He ducked into the bedroom, threw on shorts and a t-shirt, and came back out. No underwear—his were soaked in her piss from wiping with them.
"Go quick and quiet so the others don't notice."
"Got it."
Han Yaseong slipped out the door and down the quiet hallway—lunchtime kept it empty. Choi Yujin hovered behind the door, naked under a single towel, cheering him on discreetly. So sexy it stirred him again, but the bags came first. He hurried to the girls' room, punched in the code, and opened up.
What if someone's here? What do I say? But the living room was deserted. All the seniors' and peers' bags were gone from their neat row. Only his and Choi Yujin's sat there innocently.
"What the...?"
Checking other rooms: empty. Everyone had left. No note or anything—weird. Shrugging it off, he grabbed both bags and headed back, knocking softly on the guys' room door. Choi Yujin cracked it open.
"Got 'em?"
"Yeah. But our bags are the only ones left. No one's there."
"No one?"
She opened the door wider, puzzled. Still just a white towel wrapped vertically over her tits and pussy. Worried about guys in the hall, he darted inside and shut the door.
"Everyone's stuff is gone. Looks like they headed back to Seoul."
"Without us?"
"It's weird. If we weren't there, they would've looked..."
Mid-sentence, Han Yaseong froze. Choi Yujin caught on, paling.
"N-no way... someone saw us sleeping in there and..."
"C-couldn't wake us, so they just left..."
Too embarrassing, too shocking to disturb. They stared at each other, biting their lips. The chill of their secret being discovered hit hard. Word could spread through the whole school.