Chapter 49
She'd recalled the story: he'd installed a tiny camera in his little sister's room to spy on her, only to catch himself with his nose buried in the crotch of her panties, sniffing deeply as he jerked off. Not satisfied with that, when he came, he'd rubbed his cock against the fabric and shot his load right there. He'd confessed it all to her, at a loss for what to do. That's why Choi Yujin had brought up panties with Han Yaseong—she suspected he might be going through a similar awkward phase of puberty.
Han Yaseong had no idea what she was getting at, but he let it slide. He didn't need Choi Yujin's panties. He only wanted what was inside them. And after messing around in the pool, he'd gotten both—front and back—right there on the bed in his room. Her pretty ass and that sexy pussy.
They slipped into the lovers' pool, a spot meant for just a couple of pairs, and spent a good while playing around. A little lewdly, brushing against each other's skin. Choi Yujin would slyly swat or graze his cock with her hand now and then, while Han Yaseong pretended not to notice as he groped her ass. Mindful of possible CCTV anywhere, they kept it subtle, like accidental touches. To anyone watching, they looked like a couple fooling around without a care—completely at ease with each other. The intimate space helped them grow even closer.
But there were limits. Han Yaseong grew bolder, sitting on the pool floor and slipping his fingers between her bikini bottoms, probing the slit. Choi Yujin felt it and nearly blacked out while playing with her floatie. His fingers had suddenly thrust in, parting and teasing her folds lengthwise.
This kid's lost his mind...! They'd been playful, sure, but this was pushing it. Still, she didn't pull away, clutching the tube to block her view. Having a junior guy finger her pussy in a crowded pool felt thrillingly taboo.
She couldn't resist saying something, though.
"Han Yaseong, you think I'm a joke or what?"
She shot him a mock-angry glare, and he looked up, meeting her eyes with the gaze of a boyfriend eyeing his girl.
"Feels good?"
His fingers delved deeper, stirring her cleft every which way. Beneath the water, hidden from prying eyes, something filthy was unfolding.
"Ahh..."
A moan slipped out before she caught herself and snapped back to reality. She yanked her hips back, letting his fingers slide free from her bikini.
"That's too much."
"Then touch me back, sunbae."
He was utterly calm. What had flipped the switch in him? Choi Yujin wondered. His reaction was night-and-day from before—no trace of hesitation left. Maybe he'd gained confidence from claiming her. He reeked of raw masculinity now.
She hugged the tube to her chest, utterly baffled.
This guy's so weird. One moment he seemed innocent and fragile; the next, rugged and manly. She'd lose in a fight against him like that. Normally she'd win, but in that mode? Total defeat.
It made her pussy throb even harder. She hated guys who were just innocent—boring, predictable. Han Yaseong was like an onion, layers peeling back to reveal something new every time.
To test him, she sat behind him on the pool floor, wrapping her arms around and draping her heavy, jiggling tits over his shoulders.
"Oh yeah? Wanna go a round right here?"
She pushed boldly, and he startled, twisting his torso.
"Sunbae, people are watching."
"You touched my pussy."
"Underwater."
His flustered look was even cuter. He only gets bold when no one's looking.
She pressed her massive breasts harder against his shoulders, rubbing and giggling. A few guys in the next pool over glanced their way, scowling. Some loser playing with a total babe was bad enough; seeing him get that kind of heavy petting boiled their blood.
Their cocks were rock-hard already, stiff under the water where no one could see. They exchanged glances—That average nobody's scoring with a stacked beauty? We could too. Baseless confidence that she'd light up if they made a move.
But they were too horny to approach just yet. Needed to cool off first. As they waited, a towering hunk strode in—built like a model, legs for days, pushing 190 cm. The other guys deflated instantly. He was on another level, a true kingka. Panic hit: he'd snatch the babe from that loser in seconds.
The kingka sauntered casually into her pool.
"Yujin, you didn't head out today?"
Choi Yujin was hugging Han Yaseong from behind, grinding her big tits against his back in play, when she heard the voice and looked up. Kingka guy was wading over with a grin.
"Oh, Jeonghun."
Han Yaseong soured at the sight of this Jeonghun. Why was he always buzzing around his sunbae? The guy was taken, yet acting all smooth. Or was he? Time to ditch and hit my room. Dude still wanted to fuck Choi Yujin—his eyes screamed it, already stripping and ravaging her bikini in his mind.
Dating a hottie comes with this crap, huh. But then it hit him: she wasn't officially his girl yet. A surge of greed hit. Make her mine for real? Fuck her senseless till she submits completely. She'd already pissed herself shamelessly for him, even showing it up close. Blackmail with that? She'd cave and be his girlfriend.
Han Yaseong glared daggers, but Oh Jeonghun ignored him entirely, eyes locked on Choi Yujin. He wasn't even competition—just some random tagalong.
"I was shocked to see you here. Thought you'd gone to Seoul—felt so bummed..."
Oh Jeonghun closed in, laying on the charm. Choi Yujin flicked a glance at Han Yaseong and played along, curious about his jealousy.
"Was gonna leave today but felt bad about it. Decided to stick around one more day."
Weird, though. Wondering how Han Yaseong would react to a kingka like this? She couldn't explain it herself. Her "servant" had leveled up to knight status. A real servant wouldn't faze her if some hot noble showed up. But she was fazed—proof she'd upped his value.
It amused her.
Hey, Choi Yujin. Keep this up and you'll fall for the wild one... A guy everyone ogled was right there, but her focus was all on Han Yaseong. Scary how she might actually tumble for him.
Kingka Oh Jeonghun, oblivious to being sidelined, chatted happily with her.
"Glad you're leaving tomorrow, then. Haha."
Seduce her today and fuck her brains out. That was his mission. Then brag to his buddies about bagging the babe. The thought had him throbbing inside his trunks—good thing the water hid it. Even a kingka couldn't flash a hard-on at a classy beauty like her. So he played the gentleman, unlike with other girls who melted fast and spread easy after a drink and some fun. Women were simple. Hot ones, anyway. His looks sealed the deal every time—no formula had failed yet.