Chapter 47
Up until now, Senior Choi Yujin had been the queen of the school. She was a woman no one dared touch. She was also the girlfriend of Seo Taeha, the ace of the university basketball team. She was the kind of girl ordinary guys couldn't even dream of, and even the hotshots approached her with caution, never getting too bold.
But now, just because she was walking around arm-in-arm with an average guy like him, she was being treated like no big deal by every passing dude. Han Yaseong hated it. He wanted to shout that Senior Choi Yujin wasn't some girl they could ever touch.
At the same time, his own situation left a bitter taste. What if it weren't him, but her ex, Seo Taeha, standing there instead? Guys and girls alike would gawk in shock. They'd say how perfect they looked together, the ultimate power couple—neither side would dare dream of making a move.
But with him? They were treating her like a joke. Han Yaseong realized couples really did belong together—like with like. He'd thought the same once himself.
There was this hot model-type guy with a fat girlfriend. It looked so wrong that even Han Yaseong, who usually ignored everyone, wondered why he'd date someone like that. The guy seemed off, and the girl pitiful. Being fat and with such a stud must hurt under all those stares, right?
Groups of girls passing by whispered among themselves.
"Why's he with her? He's fine, but..."
"Guy's a total hunk. What's her deal? Way too fat."
"Siblings? Doesn't look like a couple."
"Such a waste. His standards must be rock-bottom."
"Bet I could steal him if I tried."
Han Yaseong had nodded along back then. But now, experiencing it himself, he got it. That fat girl must've had something special. Only the guy knew it. The passing girls mocked her, full of smug confidence they could snag him—but fat chance.
To that stud, those girls were a dime a dozen. He'd turned down countless advances. Choosing the fat girl meant she outshone them all. Instead of sneering, those girls should've felt inferior, tormented by how they fell short.
They were deluded into thinking they were better. Just like the guys passing Han Yaseong and Choi Yujin now.
I could totally land a girl like that.
Average nobodies eyeing his Choi Yujin. At school, they'd never even glance her way. No dirty thoughts of hooking up. Spotting her ex, Seo Taeha, would've shrunk them further—they wouldn't dare look her in the face.
But with plain old Han Yaseong beside her? It gave every guy false confidence. Choi Yujin felt their stares too, growing uneasy as she gently slipped her arm free.
"This is gonna cause trouble. We should stop."
"Everyone who's gonna see has already seen."
"Too late for that? But if something happens, Yaseong, you can protect me, right? You said you wouldn't lose to anyone."
"Well... yeah."
Oh right—he'd forgotten. All that training he'd done. Without it, he was just a corpse. A total normie herbivore.
So he felt grateful for over a year of hardcore training in that other world. It let him walk with Senior Choi Yujin and shield her in danger. He might not beat a UFC champ, but he wouldn't lose either. Regular guys? He could handle a bunch, as long as his stamina held.
That year's training there equaled over a decade here. And with a blade in hand, his lethality spiked. Ten guys? He'd cut through them quick.
Confidence surged. He wasn't ordinary or weak. He matched Choi Yujin just fine—and could beat anyone.
No need to shrink around her. After all, that almighty Senior Choi Yujin had bared her ass naked, taking his hard cock deep in her pussy over and over. He still vividly remembered her pretty little asshole twitching between those cheeks. And that wasn't all—she'd sucked him off, swallowing every drop.
Those other guys had no clue, sneering at him with their pathetic bravado.
"What're you thinking about?"
"Huh?"
Senior Choi Yujin snapped him back; she was frowning. They stood at the family restaurant entrance.
"You're hard again. Hide it quick."
She whispered, flushing as she hurried inside. Han Yaseong glanced down in shock. His pants bulged obviously. Recalling their fun had gotten him erect without thinking.
Then a woman's voice from behind: "What's up with that guy? Saw his pants?"
"Shh, he'll hear."
He whipped around reflexively. A family—couple with a five- or six-year-old boy—glanced over, then panicked up the stairs as eyes met. He'd flashed his boner at a whole family.
No wonder she'd bolted in embarrassment. Han Yaseong sighed, slipping a hand in to tuck it up. Why was this happening? Dirty thoughts never used to do this... but after crossing worlds, anything lewd sprang him instantly. A real pain.
He vowed to keep filthy thoughts at bay outside, shook his head, and entered the restaurant.
Lunch rush over, it was quiet-ish, but scattered tables had diners. Choi Yujin sat by a window; spotting him, she turned away, pretending not to know him.
In her red bikini topped with a white shirt, she drew eyes everywhere. Waiters stole peeks; guys at tables sneaked glances past their dates. Women glared like she'd stolen their spotlight.
But Choi Yujin, used to it, casually scanned the menu. She shone wherever she went. Han Yaseong sat; she ventriloquized lowly.
"One more public boner in front of people, and you're dead."
"Yes, ma'am..."
No retort, so he submitted. She studied the menu, then looked up.
"Pork cutlet set, right?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
She set it down, rang the table bell. A waiter appeared fast.
"Two pork cutlet sets."
"Got it."
The male waiter flicked a glance at her crotch before leaving. She missed it, but Han Yaseong caught it—ogling her red bikini bottoms from the chair.
He sighed. "Shouldn't you change?"
"Why? We're hitting the pool anyway."
Water parks let bikini girls into restaurants—no biggie. The whole place was one. But hers was too sexy, stealing the show.
Dating a girl like her seemed exhausting. Too pretty, too eye-catching to parade around casually. Only a basketball ace like Seo Taeha could relax with her—no theft worries, no poachers daring.
With him there, every guy felt like a threat.
"What're you thinking?"
She sipped water, all innocent ease. Han Yaseong envied it. Unlike his swirling doubts, she looked utterly chill, worry-free.