The Free Use Deal
After finishing their meal together at the restaurant, they each grabbed a canned coffee from the vending machine and headed to a shaded bench nestled in the thickly wooded grassy area. The rest area was jammed with tourist buses parked bumper to bumper, while countless cars streamed in and out without end.
Choi Yujin hooked her arm through Han Yaseong's, sipping her coffee as she asked, "What're you gonna do when you get home today?"
"Eh, nothing really..."
"You don't have any friends, do you?"
"Nope."
Han Yaseong's replies were short and simple. Choi Yujin felt a pang of pity for him.
"You should try making some friends... Don't the first-year kids hang out together?"
"I don't keep in touch with any of them. We just run into each other now and then."
"You're seriously antisocial. You didn't join any other clubs?"
"No."
"Wanna join one of mine? I've got like ten."
"Nah..."
"What about skin scuba? Tons of hot girls there."
Kwon Seoha was in that club, after all. For a split second, Han Yaseong considered it, but he quickly shook his head. That club was full of guys and girls who were all model-level attractive. The guys were all over 180cm tall, and the girls were all slim and stunning. It was a kingka and queenka haven—no average person dared join without feeling crushed. Han Yaseong didn't want to be the awkward sidekick to those glamorous types anyway.
"I'm good. I'll just chill at home."
"Sigh... You need to do something. You planning to just goof off all vacation?"
Choi Yujin let out a frustrated sigh. He needed to live a little more actively—Han Yaseong was way too stagnant. Honestly, aside from sex with her, he showed zero enthusiasm for anything else. She had to change that.
"Fine, do something. If you just laze around at home all summer break, I won't meet up with you anymore."
"I'll work out hard."
"Then get some abs. Washboard style."
"That's tough. Can't do it in just a couple months."
"I'll get you a gym membership. Go, or no more fun with me."
Under her threat, Han Yaseong sighed. Who'd have thought she'd bargain like this... He was already missing her ass. No choice—he had to agree.
"Fine, I'll do it. But then you gotta come over after my workouts and let me have that ass."
"Oh? Listen to you. This is for you, not me. I'm a busy girl. How dare you crave my ass like that?"
"Then forget it. I hate gyms..."
"Why? All the guys go these days. Bodybuilding craze and all. Honestly, these days it's more about muscles than height or looks. You could be average like now, but with a killer body? Girls would stare. Guys wouldn't dare ignore you. Don't you want that? Girls dying to throw themselves at you?"
That hooked him a bit. Really? If he got jacked, would girls actually want him like that?
Lost in the thought, he felt Choi Yujin pinch his side, her face scrunching up. "Always thinking about girls... Everything's about pussy for you, huh? You little perv."
"I just wanna know what it's like to be popular with girls, even once. Never happened before. Curious, y'know."
"It's not all great. I get tons of guy attention, but sometimes it's annoying and exhausting. Like right now."
About thirty meters away, on the opposite bench, a few guys sat drinking beer. They giggled and chatted, staring openly at Choi Yujin, clearly talking something sexual—they were cracking up hard. Too far to hear, but it was obviously about her body. Han Yaseong didn't mind much; it was par for the course. Same thing at the water park—guys always ogled her.
"Gotta go. Their stares are getting too slimy. Feels like rape vibes now."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Us girls have instincts for it—whether it's just interest or straight-up assault mode. Those creeps? Run into them at the beach at night, you're getting raped 100%. Total thugs."
Choi Yujin glanced at the guys and spat the words. Their blatant leers had clearly pissed her off. Han Yaseong didn't like them either—day-drinking and acting cocky, not straight-up thugs maybe, but no herbivore normies. Just rowdy types. Still, he didn't care. Low-tier guys like that held zero interest for him.
His eyes followed a tall, model-like guy carrying armfuls of food to his car. A long-haired girl in the passenger seat waved happily. Obvious couple. Han Yaseong envied that.
"Senior, what about a guy like that?"
"Huh? Who?"
"That tall guy over there, heading to the car with food in both hands."
Choi Yujin looked, spotted him, and nodded. "Oh, yeah, he's good. Nice style. Buying snacks for his girlfriend in the car. I like guys like that."
Her tone held real appreciation as she eyed him. Guess hot guys caught her interest too. Han Yaseong felt a twinge of regret.
"Wish I could be like that..."
"Why? Got a height complex?"
"Nah, not that. Just wonder what it'd be like taller. Being that cool seems fun."
"Like Oh Jeonghun?"
"......Not that guy."
Oh Jeonghun was undeniably hot. Girls everywhere would stare. No wonder she'd hooked up with him. Any girl would drop her panties the night he approached—like some drama lead. Han Yaseong? Side character at best—no, not even the protagonist's buddy. Just some nameless delivery extra. Girls ignored him completely. But arm-in-arm with Choi Yujin? They stared. Funny part: just walking together, no looks. Act couple-y, and bam—stares. Probably pegged him as a chaebol heir or rich kid. How else could he snag a beauty like her?
"Let's go. Getting weird looks."
Choi Yujin stood abruptly, like she was in a hurry. Looking ahead, the four guys from the bench had risen, glancing at her while muttering among themselves. They seemed ready to make a move—clearly seeing Han Yaseong as just a little brother or acquaintance, not boyfriend material.
Han Yaseong felt tired. Time for a physical glow-up, for sure. Get buff, and trash like them wouldn't dare ignore him or eye her.
He walked with Choi Yujin toward the parking lot where the Lambo waited. The rowdies lingered awkwardly by their bench, not following—they'd talked it over too long, and the pair was gone. Bright daylight with crowds everywhere; couldn't get handsy openly. The four watched her head to the lot, sucking their thumbs in regret.
On the way to the Lambo, Han Yaseong voiced his resolve. "I'll hit the gym."
"For real?"
"Yeah. Full Spartan mode. That way, other guys stay away."
"Smart thinking. Beauties have always belonged to the strong. Weaklings can't protect them—they just get stolen. Don't wanna lose your girl or wife? Get strong. Same for you—get way stronger if you don't want me snatched. Or nah, you're good at kicks, so just bulk up physically. Hehe, can't wait to see the transformation."
Choi Yujin pictured him ripped and muscular, sweeping her into those arms. She craved nestling her soft skin against tanned, chiseled muscle. The thought thrilled her; she whispered in his ear, "Get really buff, and I'll give you a free pass."
"Huh? Free pass?"
"Yeah. Free use of my body. Anytime, anywhere. So make it happen for real."
If anything, she seemed more eager for the gains. But a free pass... He swallowed hard. That meant anything goes. Could ask to watch her pee. Hell, even poop... He'd seen it in porn sometimes, sparked his curiosity. The thought had him rock hard instantly. Battle power surging. He'd become a beast no doubt!
Sensing Han Yaseong's weird excitement, Choi Yujin flinched. Shit, messed up again. Lust burned in his eyes—like he'd strip her right here in public and demand her ass. Terrified her pussy might throb from fear, she quickly added a disclaimer.