Chapter 59
It was like a slave in the Joseon era making it big and becoming a prime minister or high official. But in five hundred years of Joseon history, there was no such precedent. Well, there was Jang Yeong-sil, the sole scientist born a slave, but even his family line vanished after his death.
Times were different now, though. This was democratic South Korea. As the saying went—a dragon rising from a puddle—even a commoner could climb to the upper class. It was possible, if extremely rare, like humanity reaching the moon. Not entirely impossible, like that slave-to-high-official fantasy. Han Yaseong decided to cling to that tiniest shred of hope.
"I'll think about it."
"Yeah, you're still young. Just twenty—what couldn't you do? Upper-class girls aren't all that special. Strip 'em down, and they're all the same. Take me—my pussy's yours now, isn't it?"
Choi Yujin was pumping him up. Somehow, she could picture Han Yaseong actually making it to the elite. This guy was anything but ordinary. There was something about him. She couldn't put her finger on it, but he didn't strike her as the type to live and die nameless like some average joe.
So Choi Yujin swiftly climbed atop him, swinging her ass right toward his face. The 69 position. She wasn't about to let him slip away. The noble lady was now demanding that her servant become her equal, worthy of claiming her outright. She offered her ass to seal the deal—making sure no one else could have her. Her competitive fire was lit. She'd drag him into the upper class by any means necessary.
She gripped his cock and sucked it eagerly. The raging shaft slid in and out of her mouth, slick with saliva. As she dove into the 69 with full enthusiasm, Han Yaseong's heart pounded. Right there before his eyes loomed Senior Choi Yujin's massive, perfect ass. A dream butt. And that was just the start—the plump, beautifully split cheeks, topped by her cute little asshole twitching adorably. All on display. It screamed her resolve. Senior Choi Yujin didn't want to lose him either.
His status felt upgraded by a notch, and it thrilled him. Senior Choi Yujin likes me too. He didn't know why, but he could sense it—a genuine fondness, not just for his raging dick. For him. It was a first. No one had ever liked him as a person. Not even his birth parents. Han Yaseong grabbed her moon-like ass with both hands. Choi Yujin's ass. A treasure no one else could behold. His cock throbbed in her mouth, drawing involuntary moans. She slurped and sucked with devoted care—left hand gripping the base, right fondling his cute balls, mouth stuffed from tip to shaft. A flick of her tongue on the glans made his hips buck. Prodding his slit sent his ass twisting. She grinned at his reactions, sucking harder. That must be why he devoured her pussy so eagerly—it was just too fun. But now it was her turn. She felt her cheeks spread wide in his grasp, asshole and pussy fully exposed. A chill raced up her spine. Her most private parts laid bare—it was mortifying. He was two years younger, almost like showing her little brother. The thrill intensified.
Han Yaseong inspected Senior Choi Yujin's ass up close. The neat vertical slit was gorgeous, her asshole utterly adorable. The thought of poop coming from that tiny thing made him chuckle. It felt like he owned her completely. Who else got to see inside Choi Yujin's ass like this? I'll become upper class. Then I can have her whenever I want. The vow took root. Nothing was impossible. Yeah... nothing at all...
But reality crashed in, and he shook his head. Become a prosecutor overnight? Even decade-long law exam grinders failed. Hell, there were tales of guys dying old in cram schools, haunting them as ghosts. No confidence there. Upper class meant another path. Get rich? Smuggle seeds from that world's exotic fruits, turn them into miracle drugs later—boom, billionaire. Yeah, think that way. Studying to pass the bar? Impossible. Or just not his thing. No matter how perfect her ass, he wasn't forcing himself through books.
Choi Yujin kept sucking, puzzled. Her ass was spread wide, but he wasn't diving in. She'd braced for a thorough licking, but only cool air brushed her exposed hole. Disappointment hit. She was hooked on his tongue. Pulling off his cock, she twisted to glare back.
"Yaseong, what're you doing?"
"Huh? Oh, just... thinking."
"About what? Becoming a prosecutor?"
"Yeah... this and that. I'll give it a shot."
"Good call. Plenty of self-made tycoons out there. Tough now, but back in the day, everyone bootstrapped to the top. Not impossible. You can do it."
"Yeah..."
Easy to say. Only the chosen few pulled it off. Divine lottery winners, maybe. Still, to honor her faith in him, Han Yaseong held his tongue. Instead, he made a shameless demand.
"Senior Yujin."
"Yeah?"
"Can I kiss your asshole?"
"......"
Choi Yujin was floored. A kiss on the asshole? Back to being a kid. But what could she do? She'd planted that elite dream—time to pay up. Nodding reluctantly.
"Fine. But just a kiss. Suck it and you're dead!"
"Y-yes, ma'am..."
Trembling a bit, Han Yaseong parted her pale cheeks again. Her cute, pretty asshole winked at him. Staring at Senior Choi Yujin's hole filled him with conquest and superiority. She hated exposing it—the utter humiliation. First time showing it this close to him. Younger guys always pushed boundaries. But as the big sis, she'd endure. Embarrassing, sure, but if it made Yaseong happy...
To dodge the shame, she grabbed his raging cock with her left hand and stuffed it back in her mouth, sucking to escape reality.
Slurp slurp...
Han Yaseong savored the view—her asshole nestled in those split cheeks. Straight out of porn: woman on all fours, ass spread wide. How he'd envied those scenes, jerking off to the screen or his fantasies, girlfriend-less. Now Senior Choi Yujin was blowing him and offering her ass, everything on display. Pure bliss. Made him crave the upper class even more—this could be daily. He leaned in and planted a shy peck on the trembling pink ring between her cheeks.
"Eek!"
Choi Yujin jolted at the dizzying touch. Lips on her asshole—pure goosebumps. From tailbone to toes, spine to skull, chills exploded. She'd barely registered it last time, half-unconscious. Sane now, the sensation hit like a truck. Her hole clenched tight, shrinking away. Han Yaseong watched it happen—puckering deep inside like a hiding tentacle creature. He burst out laughing.
"Hahaha!"
She figured he was mocking her hole—indignation flared.
"Why're you laughing?!"
"Your asshole's too cute!"
He peppered it with more kisses. She thought she'd die. Her whole body twitched per peck, like every nerve ended there. Terrifying, creepy. She slammed her cheeks shut.
"Stop! It's scary..."
"Don't like it?"
"I... dunno. Feels too weird."
Asshole kisses defied imagination. You had to feel it to know.
"Yaseong, I'll kiss yours too. Try it. Swing your ass over."
"......"
Han Yaseong blanked for three seconds—then latched onto her slit and sucked hard.
Sluuuuurp...
"Aaah!"
His sudden assault on her pussy buckled her forward. Ass cheeks spread again. He devoured the cleft with fervor, determined to silence that offer.