Chapter 72
"But the trainers at the gym have to fully approve it. Half-measures won't cut it."
"Got it. Like special forces combat muscles, right?"
"What's that?"
"You know, the kind from that Spartan movie. Or should I go for bodybuilder-level bulk?"
"Nah, that's too huge—I hate that. Yeah, let's do combat muscles. I like that fierce look too. Actually, make it stallion muscles. Full-body. Your height's perfect for that savage build. But gyms might not get you there—how about enrolling in an action school instead?"
Choi Yujin thought sending Han Yaseong to action school sounded like a great idea. Kicks had to come in handy somehow. Right now, the only path for Han Yaseong to climb into high society was becoming a famous movie star. So trying stunts there made sense.
Choi Yujin dreamed of turning him into a Jet Li or Jackie Chan. At that level, he'd rake in hundreds of billions a year—true upper crust. Her dad wouldn't object much either; a celebrity boyfriend would boost the family hotel business.
She suggested it, but Han Yaseong turned her down.
"Maybe later. For now, I'll just focus on building my body right."
"I told you, gyms can't do it. I've never seen a guy there with that kind of full-body stallion muscle. They're buff, sure, but nothing that feral. Gyms aren't built for it."
"I can figure it out on my own. I'll hit the gym and experiment."
He'd train properly over there, in the other world. That's why Han Yaseong had no interest in action schools. Gym for maintenance here, real training there.
Grab a special forces manual or stallion muscle guide, train two or three years—easy. He wasn't sure if time flowed fast or slow there, but one week here equaled about three years there, and he hadn't aged a bit. He'd only recently realized it: animals he knew from there were still alive after decades their time, unaged.
That world had insanely long lifespans, or super-slow aging—no real decay. Humans could probably live a millennium there. No wonder the forest trees were massive; some were thousands, even tens of thousands of years old. Small critters lasted centuries, so people must endure even longer.
Thus, Han Yaseong figured a century there wouldn't age him much here. Made those two or three years of training a no-brainer. Time spent there barely touched this world.
Here: gym work. There: elite training. That was his summer plan—for the free use pass.
"You will give me free rein if I get those stallion muscles, right?"
He pressed for confirmation. She might play dumb later.
"Mmm..."
Choi Yujin pouted. Han Yaseong seemed like he'd nail it fast. This kid, usually so aimless, was burning with drive. No—will. He radiated confidence he'd sculpt full-body stallion muscle in months. She'd heard it took years minimum, but he acted like it was nothing.
Too unnerving. She needed safeguards.
"Fine, but no pervy stuff. Just the free use pass."
"Huh? Then what about watching you pee...?"
"What? You wanna see me pee?"
"...We're at your car, sunbae."
Didn't want to seem like a total perv, so Han Yaseong dodged. Still, he regretted it. Free rein meant peeing shows too... He craved the image: Choi Yujin squatting on a lamplit park lawn at night, ass out, letting loose where no one could see.
Choi Yujin tsked in disbelief.
"You're such a perv. Thought you were innocent. Heard only real freaks like watching girls pee. Don't tell me you want to see me poop too?"
"..."
Han Yaseong couldn't answer. He wanted to say yes.
She burst out laughing at the absurdity.
"Innocent card revoked. You're a total perv, Yaseong. Big disappointment."
Peeing and pooping in front of him? The thought sent chills down her spine. But weirdly, it wasn't gross. It felt... fitting for him, and she pictured herself doing it naturally. Bizarre.
Why fantasize about that in his gaze? Was she the perv? Nah—hanging with him was turning her into one.
"Let's live like humans, not animals. Got it?"
"Yeah..."
Han Yaseong slunk into the passenger seat, deflated. Why grind years for muscles if no pee-and-poop show? Motivation tanked. Free rein? Just sex. He wanted more: firsts for him, firsts for her.
Choi Yujin buckled up in the driver's seat with a sigh. His enthusiasm had vanished visibly. He craved a lot. She'd already given nearly everything—even offered her ass. Nothing left.
Feeling drained herself, words slipped out.
"Fine, do whatever."
"Really?"
His voice perked up instantly. Upper-crusting Han Yaseong would be tough, Choi Yujin realized. Rollercoaster emotions.
"But only with my consent. No forcing pervy acts."
"That's fine."
Not banned outright. He'd coax and convince her later. Milk enema, maybe? Saw it in Japanese porn—actress's tiny hole squirting milk like a water gun. Hilarious. Dying to make Choi Yujin do it.
Han Yaseong clenched his fists, firing up his resolve.
Choi Yujin shook her head as she pulled out of the rest stop.
I've hooked up with a real weirdo.
Unpredictable. Han Yaseong felt destined for bigness—somehow. Never boring. He kept her on edge. Heart still racing. What if he actually got her peeing or pooping in front of him? The idea made her legs tremble.
She dreaded that day. Fear made her slit tingle, anus clench. Felt like human trafficking. Shouldn't have promised free rein... Dug her own grave.
Unlike her worries, Han Yaseong hummed happily. Medieval European nobles' slave tricks came to mind. Wanted to try those on Choi Yujin. Summer break had seemed dull moments ago; now life buzzed. Conquer her completely. Shame her so bad she'd never stray to another man. Total subjugation.
That was his instinct. Dark too. Brothel girls try fleeing, so they slash one mouth corner—ruin the face. She despairs in the mirror, gives up, becomes a compliant whore.
Harshly put, that's how Han Yaseong planned to bind Choi Yujin: total shame and humiliation, ensuring no other man ever. His shadowy core.
Clueless, she saw him as a funny freshman perv—a snared little bird in his noose. Ignorant of his terrifying possessiveness. Even he didn't know it yet. That's why he seemed innocent.
His abnormality stemmed from that. At the waterpark, Oh Jeonghun glimpsed it through Han Yaseong's eyes. Couldn't see him as normal; predicted a fellow playboy.
But Oh Jeonghun missed too. Han Yaseong wasn't casual hookups—he craved absolute ownership and control. Born from parental abandonment, solitary survival: his deep, dormant uniqueness.
And awakening it? Choi Yujin herself. His dark urge for total possession and domination of his beloved ignited by this upper-class girl.
Neither knew yet. Someday, shock awaits them both.
Vroooom!
The red Lamborghini carrying Choi Yujin and Han Yaseong tore down the highway.