Chapter 65
The raging shaft was prodding at senior Choi Yujin's pretty navel. Han Yaseong chuckled to himself and first reached out to gently cup her dangling breasts. She lay on her side, her tits sagging downward, but when he cradled them in his palm, they felt heavily substantial. Plump and soft all at once. They were truly the pinnacle of perfection.
He toyed with those magnificent orbs for a bit before taking one into his mouth. He suckled gently on the small nipple, rolling it with his tongue, and Choi Yujin responded almost immediately in her sleep.
"Ahng..."
She murmured softly, squirming a little, which made her roll onto her back. Even lying flat like that, her breasts held their shape beautifully. If anything, they looked even bigger. How could such bagel-like proportions carry tits this massive? They had to weigh her shoulders down. Yet they weren't too big—just perfectly suited to senior Choi Yujin.
Han Yaseong admired those half-giant breasts for a good while before sliding downward. Just below her navel, a neat straight line of pubic hair framed a gorgeous vertical slit. It was a stunning pussy. You couldn't find one like this anywhere else—not even in porn. Half-asleep, he stared at it obsessively. Who knew when he'd see it again? This might be the last time, so he burned every detail into his memory.
Dating and breaking up was entirely up to her. If she decided to end it today, that was that. He'd never lay eyes on this beautiful pussy again. For the first time, Han Yaseong regretted not having his phone. He should've snapped a pic... That way, he could relive fucking senior Choi Yujin even later on. It was heartbreaking not to have even a photo.
By morning, when he woke, Han Yaseong was already steeling himself for goodbye. His resolve to join the elite had evaporated. Not everyone could become a chaebol heir. Once sanity returned and reality set in, it felt like chasing clouds.
Last night, swept up in the mood, he'd sworn to rise to the top. But daylight brought clarity, and the determination vanished clean away. Everyone was like that. "I'll work out hard tomorrow," they say, but no one actually does. "I'll quit smoking tomorrow," but no one follows through. That was the lot of the average citizen, the ordinary everyman. Han Yaseong couldn't escape it either.
Twenty years of life don't rewrite themselves overnight. Becoming elite demanded iron will and relentless grit. Heart pounding with urgency, Han Yaseong carefully parted the sleeping senior Choi Yujin's legs. Her thighs spread gradually, and the tightly sealed slit popped open with a soft release, like peeling apart glued flesh. It was exquisite labia. Being morning, it was pristine and dry. The more he looked, the prettier it got.
He gripped the labia with his thumbs and index fingers, spreading them left and right. The vertical cleft bloomed wide, exposing everything inside—the tiny urethral opening and the vaginal entrance below. His raging cock throbbed harder, starting to ache fiercely. Unable to hold back any longer, Han Yaseong pressed his mouth to Choi Yujin's pussy.
Schlurp...
A morning kiss, and her pussy lips fluttered. It was so damn cute. Flutter, flutter... Like the lively embodiment of senior Choi Yujin herself. Too adorable to resist, he peppered it with kisses and suckled eagerly. She wriggled her hips.
"Aheung..."
Even asleep, she was feeling it. Han Yaseong lapped at her pussy like an eager puppy. This might be his last chance ever. He had to savor it now. He tugged the slit between his teeth and flicked his tongue wildly until Choi Yujin couldn't take it anymore and opened her eyes.
"Ung...? What the—?"
She lifted her head and looked down to see some guy eating her out. In her drowsy state, she screamed in shock.
"KYAAAK! Who the hell are you?!"
Her right knee shot up, slamming into the ear of the man devouring her pussy.
THWACK!
"Argh!"
Han Yaseong tumbled sideways from the brutal hit. A defenseless ear struck by a dull knee—agony. "Aigoo!" Clutching his ear, he rolled on the bed. Choi Yujin bolted upright, snapping her legs shut. For a split second, she had no idea what was happening, but seeing Han Yaseong writhing and holding his ear snapped her back to reality.
"Yaseong?"
"Aghh... It's me..."
His ear buzzed and stung so bad, tears welled up involuntarily. Seeing that, Choi Yujin calmed her pounding heart and relaxed.
"Phew, you scared the shit outta me. Thought you were a burglar or something."
"You didn't recognize me?"
"Not at all. I was legit freaked."
Waking to a strange man munching your pussy? Any woman would flip. Han Yaseong rubbed his throbbing ear, feeling a bit wronged.
"We slept together. Who else could it be?"
"Still. I was shocked, okay? How do you just dive in there first thing in the morning?"
Breathing heavily, she finally turned her attention to him. "Does it hurt bad?"
"Your knee nailed my ear dead-on. It hurts like hell."
"Aish, dummy. Let me see."
She checked his left ear—swollen bright red. Guilt mixed with amusement bubbled up. "See? Sneaking a lick while I'm asleep gets you hit. I can throw down too, you know."
"You're awake now, so it's fine, right?"
Like payback for the hit, Han Yaseong pounced, pinning her down.
"Kyak!"
Choi Yujin hit the bed again under him. His lips crashed into hers. Tongues soon tangled as he sucked her lips. Startled but not hating it, she went along. After all, he'd taken a knee to the ear—he deserved some compensation.
They melted into a deep kiss. Han Yaseong's hands roamed freely over her voluptuous tits. When they finally broke apart, lips slick with saliva, they stared at each other.
"When'd you wake up?"
"Not long ago. Got to taste little Yujin before the smackdown."
"Little Yujin?"
"This part of you, senior. Looks just like a mini you whenever I see it."
He touched her pussy, and she twisted her hips with a pouty glare.
"You asking for another beating? Teasing your senior like that?"
"For real. It's exactly like a tiny, lively Yujin."
So vibrant and fluttery—it matched perfectly. Strangely, Choi Yujin didn't mind the words. It meant her pussy was pretty, after all. Still, letting him freely fondle her slit felt off. Probably the morning grogginess.
"Who said you could touch however you want?"
"You said it's okay to fool around."
"When did I?"
"You did."
"Don't believe what women say at night. That's how guys get played."
She laughed but let him continue. Waking to fingers down there was novel, kinda thrilling. Han Yaseong stroked her entire mound with his palm, teasing the labia, rubbing and playing to his heart's content. Feeling herself get wet, Choi Yujin tried to stop him.
"Enough now. You trying to make me cum quick again?"
"Wanna do it one more time."
His pleading eyes, like a pup headed to the pound, drew a sigh from her. Such a kid. Sober now, his immaturity shone through. It was spoiled-brat behavior—the kind he never got from his parents, now aimed at her. Knowing that, she couldn't coldly refuse. Maternal instincts kicked in; she relented.
"Fine. But quick."
"Yes!"
Grinning, he dove back down. She lay back comfortably, spreading her legs just enough. Showing her pussy to Yaseong first thing in the morning felt embarrassing, shameful even. But she couldn't bear disappointing this cutie.
Lap lap...Slurp smack...
Han Yaseong attacked her labia again, and Choi Yujin heated up. The guy was a pro. Devoted, sincere. Her pussy felt loved, ramping up the arousal. Not perfunctory—it hit deep. Her legs lifted, spreading wider.
"Ahm... aaah..."
Fresh from sleep, that focused sucking made her hips buck instinctively. Her slit fluttered wildly. Sensing another orgasm building, she reached down and grabbed Han Yaseong's head, lost in her folds.
"Stop... aheung... Keep going and I'll cum..."
"Cum for me. I'll keep going."
He gripped her ass with both hands, devouring harder. Slurp smack... Her entire cleft vanished into his mouth. Choi Yujin lost it. Bucking and thrashing, she came hard that morning.
"Aaang...!"