Chapter 62
Choi Yujin clung tightly to Han Yaseong's neck, her legs wrapped firmly around his hips. She wasn't about to let his cock slip out of her pussy. Their bodies were pressed completely together. Han Yaseong's cock was still buried deep inside Choi Yujin's pussy, refusing to come loose.
Han Yaseong felt truly happy. Thank God for Senior Choi Yujin. Tears welled up in his eyes. For the first time, he felt like he could be happy too. Everyone had abandoned him, but Senior Choi Yujin had embraced him. Overwhelmed with gratitude and joy, Han Yaseong buried his face in her soft breasts and sobbed.
"Hic... sob..."
As Han Yaseong cried, Choi Yujin suddenly burst into tears herself. This kid's got so much pent-up resentment. It had to be because of his parents. They'd dumped him during their divorce. He'd been on his own since he was little. No one around, just lonely years piling up. He must have been starving for affection. At least she could help him now. Relieved, Choi Yujin sniffled and stroked his hair gently. He felt like a son... or a little brother. She knew she could never let go of Han Yaseong now. Her body and heart were both drawn to him. Even the hot cock throbbing deep inside her pussy was pulsing with life. Closing her eyes, Choi Yujin made her resolve.
I'll stay with him forever, like a real sister...
Even if Han Yaseong never made it to the elite, she'd cherish and love him like blood family. It didn't matter if they couldn't be lovers or marry. She could be his big sister. Of course, if she got a boyfriend or married someday, the sex would have to stop—but the sisterly bond would endure. She'd protect and care for him in place of his parents. That was the only way this abandoned puppy-like boy could find happiness.
Han Yaseong lifted his head, wiping away tears with sniffles. Choi Yujin looked at him, sniffling too. Their teary, hiccuping eyes met, and they both burst into laughter.
"Why are you crying, Senior?"
"Because you're crying."
Han Yaseong thought Choi Yujin was the most beautiful thing ever. He leaned up quickly and kissed her. Then he licked the tears from her cheeks with his lips and tongue. She did the same to his tears. Like puppies lapping at each other, they laughed.
Han Yaseong planted a quick smack on her lips.
"I'm scared of how much I like you, Senior."
"Me too."
As she spoke, Choi Yujin patted his ass gently. His cock was still lodged deep in her pussy. But neither wanted to pull apart. It wasn't just their bodies anymore—their hearts were fused too.
"I won't do it with any other girls."
Han Yaseong offered the ultimate concession, abandoning his once-cherished dream of a harem. But Choi Yujin refused.
"No. Do whatever you want, as much as you want. That way, you won't have regrets."
"Even with other girls?"
"Yeah. Go wild, rack up experiences, feel it all. That's the foundation for becoming elite."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You know how many women elite guys sleep with? Dozens a year, minimum. Models, celebrities, you name it. They play hard in their youth, then marry some elite woman. But old habits die hard—they keep messing around with models and idols even after marriage. So get it all out of your system before marriage. It's worse after."
She was talking about elites, but it felt personal—her dad was supposedly a massive playboy.
"Around a hundred should satisfy you, right? Aim for that."
"Huh? A hundred?"
"That's what a man should do. If you're only thinking three or four, don't bother. Go big or go home. Vent all that resentment."
Those other women would just be playthings anyway. As long as she was special to him, Choi Yujin didn't mind. Fucking others and just dumping cum in them? No big deal. As an elite herself, she had a queen's mindset. Jealous over concubines? That's how queens get dethroned. That's why chaebol wives turned blind eyes to their husbands' affairs. Chaebol men kept three or four mistresses and regularly banged beauties at high-end pleasure houses. The wives knew, but tolerated it to hold their throne. Jealous nagging? The husband wouldn't stand for it—divorce loomed. So they vented on luxury shopping sprees, dropping billions a month. Pent-up rage over young mistresses, drowned in cash. Choi Yujin wanted none of that. Better to let Han Yaseong run wild like a young stallion. Even if he fucked a ton, it'd cap at a hundred. Let him binge now, and he'd tire of it later. Loveless sex always burned out.
Han Yaseong felt weird. Do whatever with women? Hell, sleep with a hundred? Her caliber was on another level. Normal girls would foam at the mouth in jealousy. But not Senior Choi Yujin. She looked down from on high, like, Jump all you want, flea—you're still under my foot. It shrank him instinctively. No wonder she felt like a big sister. She wasn't someone to take lightly.
Choi Yujin smiled and patted his ass again.
"Have all the fun you want with women. But you have to become elite. Fail, and I'll do it with my boyfriend right in front of you."
"S-Senior..."
She didn't have to say it like that. It felt cruel. But her eyes were ice-cold.
"I hate weak men. Losers. Whiners. Guys who bitch about the world. Want me? Earn it. I won't demand you conquer the world. But match it. Not a voter—a candidate. That's elite."
Complicated. Was that the elite world? Han Yaseong's heart grew heavy. But Choi Yujin had more demands.
"Be a man who walks tall anywhere. My dad's a greedy predator. Right now, you're nothing to him. If he knew about us, he'd send thugs to break you. That's elites and chaebols. If the world's sheep, they're all wolves. Devouring the weak to grow stronger. Winners keep winning—that's how they become chaebols and elites. Become that. Then you can claim me proudly. And fuck other women too. Right now, you couldn't even get laid. Put you next to Oh Jeonghun? Every one of a hundred girls picks him. You're a nobody now. This with me? A fluke. Want to vent? Get strong. Then play with women and feel superior."
"......"
Senior Choi Yujin was right. He'd always been a loser—no girlfriends. Dumped pathetically by his first crush. It'd be a brutal road. Like escaping a vast forest. But resolve ignited in Han Yaseong. He had her now. Possessing her fueled his confidence.
"Got it. I'll give it my all."
"Good. If you become that man, even if you dump me later, I'll be happy."
Tears pricked Choi Yujin's eyes unbidden. If Han Yaseong became that great, elite women would swarm him. She could lose him. But she wanted to see him—the first woman he'd had—at the world's peak. Even if it meant getting cast aside...
"You're mine, Senior. No matter what, we'll face it together."
Choi Yujin was the queen. Concubines be damned—she alone was queen. Han Yaseong would ditch every woman before losing her. Feeling that, she clung sobbing. How did this happen? Just days ago, she didn't even know his name. Now she was head over heels. Is this real love? Past boyfriends? Looks and specs first. Not love. But Han Yaseong was different. Curiosity blooming into love. It felt good. She'd always wanted this kind of love. Even if abandoned later, she could rock on a sunlit veranda like her mom, sipping wine, reminiscing.
Choi Yujin wanted to give him more.
"Yaseong. Want my ass?"
"Huh?"
"If you do, it's yours. I'll give it."
Choi Yujin wanted to offer her anal virginity. To become his woman completely.