Chapter 68
So, at some point, Han Yaseong had lost any desire for a family. He didn't want the responsibility. He had no wish to slave away at work until he dropped dead. Even if it meant loneliness, he figured dying peacefully on his own was better. But that mindset was starting to crack because of Senior Choi Yujin.
That's why Han Yaseong didn't think he fully possessed her yet. He still shied away from the responsibility. Wanting Senior Choi Yujin, yet not wanting her—that was his dilemma.
Choi Yujin rolled down the window, letting in a rush of cool sea breeze.
"Poor people hate the rich, just like the rich hate the poor. There's this subtle hostility. They tsk at us with those looks, even though we've never done anything to hurt them. It pisses me off so much I stop donating."
"Do you donate, Senior?"
"Yeah, sometimes. But when it sours my mood like this, I just quit. It's supposed to help the needy, but if those needy people hate us anyway, why bother? That's why a lot of rich folks stop. They get cynical. 'We'll get flak no matter what, so screw it—spend it all on ourselves.' I tried not to be like that, but after one bad experience, even I feel like bailing. I'm human too. What about you, Yaseong?"
"I've never donated."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to help anyone."
"......"
The unexpected answer left Choi Yujin staring at Han Yaseong, momentarily speechless. But she soon understood. Abandoned by his parents, he probably couldn't bring himself to help or care for others. He didn't even seem to have any friends. He'd lived thoroughly alone until now. No room for helping others.
"You're not a good person, are you, Yaseong?"
"Nope. Even if the world ended, I wouldn't save a soul."
"Not even me?"
"I'd save you, obviously, Senior Yujin. Even if it killed me."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
That answer filled her with genuine joy. Choi Yujin's foul mood evaporated in an instant. A guy like Han Yaseong, who barely thought about others at all, would save her even at the cost of his life. How could that not thrill her? She felt like she'd gained a true knight, and a laugh bubbled up unbidden.
"Hehe... That makes me so happy. You'll be my bodyguard."
"If you order me to, I can do it great. If you're heading somewhere dangerous, just tell me. Give me a knife, and I can take out at least three or four guys minimum."
"......"
That was a little scary. This kid knew how to use a knife too? She'd thought he just did kicks, but apparently blades were in play. Choi Yujin shivered at how intimidating Han Yaseong suddenly seemed—yet her pussy throbbed wildly. This was the unordinary side he had. Talking about killing three or four without a hint of hesitation. He really felt like he could do it. Her heart pounded. Juices flowed from her pussy; she wanted to fuck right now. She loved strong men. And now, she was seeing Han Yaseong's true savage nature. That aura of power made her pussy clench uncontrollably.
Her body burning, Choi Yujin floored the accelerator.
"Let's do it."
"Huh?"
Han Yaseong blinked at the sudden sultry change in her voice. Wasn't she in a bad mood? But her face lit up fast. No, she looked outright aroused. Han Yaseong was hopeless at reading her mind in moments like this. He had no clue why she was suddenly so happy. Maybe because he'd said he'd save her even if it killed him? That was his only guess. Still, seeing Senior Choi Yujin in a good mood lifted his spirits too. As long as she was happy, nothing else mattered.
Choi Yujin sped along the coast until she pulled up at a deserted breakwater. No one around for miles. Was she serious? She was already yanking down her pants and panties from the driver's seat. Han Yaseong felt a mix of bewilderment and absurdity.
"For real?"
"Yeah. What're you waiting for? Whip it out."
Choi Yujin was desperate. She wanted to suck Han Yaseong's cock ASAP. She'd gotten her fill that morning, but now she craved more. Seeing his hidden side had ignited her. Maybe he had psychopathic or sociopathic traits. Most people saw that as cruel criminal psychology and condemned it, but it was actually a strength. Politicians, chaebol heirs, the elite—they all had those emotions. They wouldn't blink if someone died right in front of them. No, they'd calculate gains and losses. While ordinary folks felt pity, horror, or sorrow, the upper crust tallied pros and cons. That's why people without those psychopathic or sociopathic tendencies rarely succeeded in politics or business. The successful ones were emotionally detached. They never botched deals over feelings. For their own success and profit, they could let thousands or tens of thousands die without a second thought.
They were the types who, if war broke out on the peninsula, would jet off abroad for fun, return after it ended, and expand their empires. To them, war was just a money-making tool. Millions dead? Who cares. They'd ditch or exploit family for gain. That's how you succeed. Paradoxically, good people could achieve small successes but never true dominance. They might get rich, but never rule the world.
And now, Choi Yujin saw that potential for massive success in Han Yaseong. The closer he got to the elite mindset, the better. All she needed was for him to treasure her alone. Born and bred in the upper class, she'd always prioritized her own life. Others were irrelevant. He didn't need to be everyone's hero—just hers.
She slurped and sucked eagerly at Han Yaseong's cock as he pulled it out, bending at the waist. Sucking him off in the car felt different, thrilling. Han Yaseong scanned the surroundings anyway, just in case someone spotted them. But the wide-open breakwater was deserted; he relaxed.
Choi Yujin worked her mouth and tongue furiously on his cock. Seeing his true nature made her love it even more. For a fleeting moment, she'd glimpsed the conqueror in him. Conquerors couldn't afford emotional attachments. That would just get them devoured and shat out by rivals. Han Yaseong had the foundation: he wasn't kind. That was his strength. Good people always got fleeced and stagnated. Charity was a title you earned after massive success anyway. American billionaires donated big for that reason—to play nice and gain more. It wasn't true altruism. Even philanthropy was performative self-interest. But the masses never got it. They just praised the big donations, staying duped and exploited forever. Win-win, really. The world was rulers and the ruled, after all.
After sucking his cock to her heart's content, Choi Yujin—pants gone—shifted over. She shoved the passenger seat back and straddled him. Han Yaseong had no idea why Senior Choi Yujin was so suddenly in heat; he just licked his lips. This wasn't her usual self. She seemed high on something.
Choi Yujin grabbed his raging cock and lowered herself slowly onto her pussy. It slid deep inside with a slick thrust.
"Ahh..."
She moaned at the feel of Han Yaseong's cock filling her pussy completely. Car sex at a breakwater overlooking the blue sea—what a first. She had no clue why she was so wildly aroused all of a sudden. Was this how it felt discovering a massive oil field worth trillions? The thrill made her hips rock on instinct.
Han Yaseong cupped her warm ass with both hands, helping her rhythm. But under her lead, it didn't excite him much. Maybe because they'd done it plenty that morning; the edge was dulled. Still, his cock buried in her pussy felt good.
Spotting his half-hearted grip and responses, Choi Yujin pulled his neck in for a kiss. Kissing while seated with his cock inside her felt uniquely intense. Only then did Han Yaseong start responding properly. Before the kiss, his heart had been calm; now it raced, excitement building.
Through the kiss, she realized it: he hated aggressive women. He needed gentle coaxing, not bold moves. That's why she'd lunged for the kiss—to spark a reaction. Before, it had been animalistic fucking, no emotion. Just cock in pussy, like porn. So she tensed up.
He could ditch me anytime.
When her allure faded, he'd lose interest. The moment that spark died, it was over. She regretted jumping him so hastily in the car, but she'd learned something crucial: never take the lead with Han Yaseong. Always play coy, fuck only when he was horny first. If she pounced, he'd go limp. She'd felt it earlier. To test her theory, Choi Yujin broke the kiss, lifted her hips, and pulled his cock out of her pussy.