Choi Yujin's Pussy
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Choi Yujin’s pussy... uh... you’ll see later...”
Her pride wounded, Choi Yujin bit her lip hard. She’d never said anything like this before. To have to declare to a junior two years her junior that her pussy was his, submitting like a slave—it was mortifying, infuriating.
That showed on her face, and Han Yaseong smacked his lips again.
“Looks like I need to suck it more.”
With that, he dragged his long tongue up the parted slit. Licking it from bottom to top like a dog, and Choi Yujin twisted her hips again.
“Okay, okay! I won’t! My bad!”
She flailed her pussy coquettishly, putting on an act. Pride be damned—she’d tossed it all aside. If it meant no more sucking from Han Yaseong’s mouth, she’d do anything.
Only then did satisfaction settle in, and Han Yaseong smiled. This was the one time he could toy with Senior Choi Yujin. Normally, it was out of the question. So at the very least, in bed, he wanted to conquer her completely, play with her to his heart’s content.
After all, the lowly servant followed his widowed mistress’s orders by day, living humbly, but at night he plunged into her pussy freely, making her call him “hubby.” That was Choi Yujin to Han Yaseong. Normally a strict senior two years his elder, but in bed, he wanted to take the upper hand like her boyfriend.
Han Yaseong planted a smack of a kiss on her reddened pussy and climbed back up. Only then did the sucking stop, and Choi Yujin let out a sigh of relief. Her whole body went limp. Sucked so thoroughly down there, her skin felt all soft and jelly-like. She’d melted completely.
Holding her like that, Han Yaseong laughed and kissed her. Choi Yujin felt strangely good. It was like a grown man embracing her, kissing her. And it didn’t feel bad at all.
Han Yaseong was such a weird guy. Childlike most times, but every now and then he felt like a full adult. That’s why she couldn’t treat him carelessly. If he’d just seemed young and nothing more, they never would’ve ended up having sex like this, let alone kept it going.
That was the difference between him and your average herbivore guy. It was something real herbivores lacked. A true herbivore was what Han Yaseong had been like before discovering the portal to that other world.
Buried in Han Yaseong’s arms, Choi Yujin spoiled herself rotten. She didn’t mind this junior boy who handled her gently yet firmly. The noble lady had fallen hard for her servant now. She was ready to do whatever he commanded.
Choi Yujin had surrendered to sex. She didn’t know about anything else, but when it came to fucking, she admitted defeat to Han Yaseong.
“You were so mean. How do you suck like that? I thought I was gonna die.”
After a long kiss, it was time for a breather. Choi Yujin grabbed his raging cock in her hand, stroking it as she whined like a kid.
Gathering his courage, Han Yaseong whispered in her ear.
“‘Cause Senior’s pussy is too pretty.”
Choi Yujin laughed as she kept stroking his cock.
“Your voice is shaking. When you say ‘pussy’... teehee.”
“Not used to it yet. First time, actually...”
“How’d you even learn to say that? No one taught you.”
“Saw it in porn.”
“That damn porn... stop watching it. Porn just ruins kids, you know.”
She pressed down on his raging cock rhythmically, like working a pressure cooker. Han Yaseong loved the cock massage and let out a low moan.
Senior Choi Yujin’s hands were magic. The moment they gripped him, his cock danced with joy. She knew it too, so she kept going.
They both loved each other’s genitals so much, their relationship could never sour.
“You sucked it so intensely. I almost peed myself. Lucky I didn’t drink much beer today.”
“I’ll suck it again later. All night long.”
“Nooo...”
Clinging like a baby, she put on the aegyo. But with those massive tits, she didn’t look babyish at all.
Han Yaseong fondled her breasts. So big, firm, and soft. To think he could touch them freely—he was over the moon.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life.”
“‘Cause of me?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmph, you just like my body. Stingy...”
Pretending to sulk, and Han Yaseong’s hand went back to her slit.
“Want me to suck it?”
“Ah, no! Heehee, oppa!”
Scared of more pussy-sucking, Choi Yujin burst into panicked laughter and aegyo. Watching her, Han Yaseong felt joy... but his heart ached too.
‘When I have to part with Senior Choi Yujin... I’ll really die...’
Later, when they parted, the pain might kill him. Feeling it emotionally, tears welled up in his eyes.
Choi Yujin kept stroking his cock, then looked at his face and gasped. Han Yaseong’s eyes gazing at her were misty with tears.
“What’s wrong? Yaseong, why are you crying?”
“Nothing... just... parting with you later’s gonna be tough...”
“......”
Choi Yujin’s heart lurched, tears flooding out. This kid was always bracing for the breakup. That’s why he fucked so aggressively. Now she got why he’d sucked her pussy so hard—to imprint himself. So she’d never forget.
He was right. No matter who she dated or married later, she’d never forget Han Yaseong who’d sucked her pussy so thoroughly. Hell, every time a boyfriend or husband went down on her, she’d reflexively think of him. Yaseong did it better...
Tears streaming, Choi Yujin sniffled.
“Yaseong, why do that? You’re making me sad too.”
“Sorry. I tried not to think it...”
She buried herself deep in Han Yaseong’s arms, still clutching his raging cock tight.
“I won’t break up with you. We’ll keep meeting later too.”
“We can’t. That’d be cheating...”
“Still...”
Choi Yujin’s mind was a mess. She didn’t want to part with Yaseong. This feeling was real right now. Who knew how she’d feel later, but she couldn’t even imagine breaking up with Han Yaseong at this moment.
Then she had to make sure he could have her.
“There’s a way you can have me.”
“What?”
“Become an awesome guy. Get rich, succeed socially, join the upper class—then you can have me freely.”
To Han Yaseong, it was a pipe dream. No way he’d make upper class. He’d graduate college, get a job, draw a salary—nowhere near upper crust.
It showed on his face, and Choi Yujin sat up abruptly, her huge tits jiggling as she added hastily.
“If you work hard, who knows? Yeah, pass the bar, become a prosecutor—then you can have me. My dad wouldn’t say no to a prosecutor son-in-law. You don’t need to be filthy rich. Prosecutor or judge would work fine.”
“That’s not easy.”
“Still worth a shot, right? Otherwise, you gonna hand me over to some other guy later? Watch him suck my—your—pussy?”
He hated that... Just imagining some other dude licking Senior Choi Yujin’s pussy—the one he was stroking now—made his blood boil. It transmitted straight to his raging cock.
Feeling the cock swell harder in her hand, Choi Yujin was pleased.
‘You do like me.’
Pretending otherwise, but he did. It wasn’t just her body.
So happy, she burst out laughing. Sensing Han Yaseong’s affection filled her body and soul with joy. It felt like being loved by a man.
Before she knew it, Han Yaseong had become a man to her.
Naturally, visions of them as lovers popped up—marriage scenes, even. Her tying an apron, smiling as she made him breakfast before work.
Too far, she shook her head. At this rate, she’d fall for Han Yaseong and never recover.
Then Oh Jeonghun’s words from the lovers’ pool hit her ears. She’d suffer because of Han Yaseong.
It felt all too real, making her anxious. Started light, but now he loomed huge in her heart. Like a widowed noblewoman lost to her male servant, senseless.
But that wouldn’t do.
“I was raised upper class. I can’t become commoner. Even if I like you, I can’t abandon everything to follow you. So you chase me—become upper class. Then have me however you want. That’s how upper-class women are. No matter how haughty, they fall hard for even higher-class men, thrashing about. Might be tough, but give it a shot. Otherwise, you’ll just watch me become another man’s. Doing this stuff with you? I’ll do it every day with him.”
Needing a little push, Choi Yujin laid it out bluntly.
Han Yaseong shook his head in agony. He didn’t want to see—or even imagine—Senior Choi Yujin doing this with another guy.
But becoming upper class wasn’t easy. If it were, everyone would. Self-made upper class? A tiny fraction. Harder than winning the lottery. Commoner to upper crust—that was the real jackpot.