Chapter 66
A sharp thrill pierced through her waist, and a gush of fluid erupted from her pussy. Hot liquid sprayed into Han Yaseong's mouth. Like sweet spring water filling his palate, he gulped it down eagerly.
His own semen had been devoured entirely by Senior Choi Yujin. Now it was his turn to drink every drop she released. Feeling Han Yaseong's lips pressed to her pussy, lapping up her squirted juices, sent chills racing up Choi Yujin's spine. It was mortifyingly embarrassing—yet utterly blissful. Seeing him consume her essence filled her with such profound happiness. If he'd pulled away in disgust, she would've been crushed with disappointment.
Truly, there was no way she could ever hate this guy.
"Haa, haa... Yaseong, come here."
At Choi Yujin's call, Han Yaseong scrambled up to her. She pulled him into a tight embrace, planting soft kisses on his lips. This was the boy who'd drunk every bit of what she'd released. How could she not adore him?
And in return, she wanted to do something for him. Her hand drifted down, grasping his cock—it was already massively swollen.
"It's gotten so huge. Let me take care of you now."
To repay the favor, Choi Yujin slid down and engulfed the raging shaft in one go. The engorged head of his cock slipped into her pretty mouth. Now Han Yaseong lay back comfortably while she knelt over him, sucking him off.
Eyes closed, he savored her oral attentions, a premonition blooming that they wouldn't part ways tonight. The mood was just too perfect for that.
With Choi Yujin lavishing such devoted attention, Han Yaseong quickly felt his climax building. His throbbing cock pistoned relentlessly into her mouth. Watching it happen filled him with joy. Senior Choi Yujin is sucking my dick. Every guy dreamed of this, and it was happening to him. Even if it all ended someday, right now it was undeniably real.
Feeling his cock throbbing in her mouth, Choi Yujin sensed his impending release. It was swelling even larger, the telltale sign of climax.
"Nngh!"
Unable to hold back any longer, Han Yaseong stiffened his hips and came. Semen exploded from his urethral opening, flooding her mouth. Just as he'd done for her, Choi Yujin swallowed it all down. Strangely, Yaseong's cum never repulsed her. It wasn't some tonic, yet it left her feeling calm and soothed afterward. What was more, it carried a fresh, pristine forest scent that banished any aversion—in fact, it made her crave more.
Gripping his cock with both hands, she kept the head in her mouth, sipping the semen in steady gulps. Han Yaseong writhed in ecstasy. Senior Choi Yujin is drinking my cum again. My cum. The sensation was spine-tingling, electric.
Only after sucking out the very last drop did Choi Yujin release the head from her lips.
"Whew, I'm stuffed..."
He'd unloaded so much last night, yet here he was blasting another massive load. It was like he had a semen reservoir inside him. Licking her lips, Choi Yujin savored the lingering taste. She'd once despised girls who swallowed their boyfriends' cum, but now she was one of them—some kind of pervert, maybe. Clearly, meeting Han Yaseong was changing her.
Han Yaseong pulled Choi Yujin into his arms and lay there, gazing at her face. She was so lovable it hurt. He wanted to have her, make her his woman alone. But to claim her, he had to rise to the upper class. Become nobility. Without elite status, Choi Yujin was out of reach.
These tangled thoughts drew a heavy sigh from him. Noticing, Choi Yujin gave him a puzzled look.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing... just sighed."
She nodded, guessing the reason. Yesterday he'd brimmed with resolve to climb the ranks swiftly, but now reality loomed—a towering wall blocking his path.
"Take it slow. Nobody succeeds overnight. Climb the ladder step by step, bit by bit."
"Even so... I wish I'd been born with a silver spoon."
"If you had, I probably wouldn't have met you. Most silver-spoon guys aren't my type anyway."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Silver spoons are baseline, but personal talent matters more. Hell, if you've got real ability, you don't even need the spoon."
Her ex, Seo Taeha, came to mind. Born rich, but he'd become the university basketball ace through sheer effort. Even a hundred silver spoons meant nothing without personal drive—you'd just end up mediocre. Not all chaebols were equal; not all elites were the same.
"I like men who grind hard and achieve greatness. Back in the old days, that'd be a great conqueror. I can't stand guys who just inherit the throne because Daddy was king. I want a true king. So become that kind of man, Yaseong. Otherwise, you can't have me. And no playing around with other girls either."
She gave his cock a few teasing strokes before getting up. She wasn't the submissive type. If a man proved incompetent, she'd bolt. Knowing that only heightened Han Yaseong's anxiety and fear. No choice but to push harder. Whatever the outcome, he'd give everything to reach the elite.
Hunger struck, so they ordered Japanese breakfast delivery first. After eating, they lounged watching TV before heading to the bathroom for a shared bath. But bathing together made Han Yaseong's cock stiffen again. Senior Choi Yujin's pale, creamy ass was just too alluring. And when she soaped it up? Even more irresistible.
He longed to wash her himself, but she'd refused. Only after becoming her official boyfriend could he do that. Until then, shared baths were fine, but no washing each other.
So he washed separately, content to watch her lather her naked body. Choi Yujin smirked at his erection, smacking her lips. She'd banned him from helping to tease him a bit. He was still young; spoil him too much, and he'd slack off. Reward when earned, withhold when needed.
If it were just a fling, no need for this. But she'd already decided: she'd elevate Han Yaseong to the elite—nobility level, even. Though it all hinged on his effort. All she could offer was cheerleading, encouragement, carrots, and sticks. Giving him her body was meant to spur him on.
Right now, she pictured him as an action star. His kicks were killer—maybe his only real skill. Sure, he was great in bed too, but fucking his way to the top? Impossible. Waving that around upper-class women would just draw elite men down on him hard.
Upper-class guys didn't tolerate commoners poaching their women. Like old times: peasants couldn't touch noble ladies, or they'd face violent backlash. This era's elites were the same. Rich married rich; elites wed elites. Same worldwide—top families intermarried. That's elite life.
Dramas peddling poor-girl-meets-rich-boy weddings were pure fantasy. Why chase broke nobodies when hotties swarmed around? Choi Yujin lived by those rules. Ordinary guys were off-limits in her worldview.
That's why Han Yaseong was special. Seemingly ordinary, yet not quite—enough to pin hopes on him. She was mulling pushing him toward acting, maybe Hollywood action stardom. Found a major U.S. film company, and he'd hit quasi-elite status. Not true nobility, but close enough for respect.
Sports stars and actors raked in fame and cash, but they weren't real elites. They mingled, sure, but married their peers. True elites played around but never committed—athletes and entertainers at best. Still, it was something. Quasi-elite slashed family opposition.
A Hollywood star Han Yaseong could claim her openly. But that was the future. Right now, his throbbing monster cock needed handling.
"Want to go again?"
"......Yeah."
His eyes were glued to her soapy ass. With a helpless chuckle, Choi Yujin braced against the wall and thrust her hips back. Rewards should be generous to fuel his drive.
"Come on, do it."
"For real?"
"Yup. Ass is out, isn't it?"
Senior Choi Yujin gripped the wall with both hands, presenting her rear. The soapy, perfect cheeks parted slightly, beckoning him seductively.