Chapter 73
With a screech of tires, the red Lamborghini pulled up in front of Han Yaseong's house.
"This the place?"
"Yeah."
Han Yaseong pointed at his home.
"This is the whole place I'm renting."
Choi Yujin took one look and saw it was rundown. No, the whole neighborhood was. Typical working-class homes lined the alleyways.
Choi Yujin had been rich from the start. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She'd never lived in a place like this. Like most upper-class folks born into wealth, she'd always assumed poor people were just born that way.
Seeing the shabby neighborhood and shabby houses, it somehow suited the shabby Han Yaseong perfectly.
Choi Yujin was upper-class, but she wasn't the type to look down on the poor or sneer at ordinary folk. So instead of being disappointed by Han Yaseong's rundown rental, she felt a spark of curiosity and something fresh. This guy has me doing whatever he wants right now.
"Um... wanna come in for a sec?"
Han Yaseong hesitated before finally blurting it out. Would Senior Choi Yujin really step into his place? It wasn't about it being rundown. Would a woman really enter a guy's home? His home? If she came in now, it'd be basically like her being his girlfriend.
Han Yaseong wasn't down because he wasn't rich. What got to him was Choi Yujin herself. And the fact that no woman had ever set foot in his place before didn't help. Inviting her in now felt exactly like bringing a girlfriend home, which made his heart race even more. The shady vibe of what might go down once they were inside added to the thrill.
Choi Yujin stared at Han Yaseong for a moment, then glanced outside. The sky was already turning red. She had plans to meet Eun-a for dinner, so she couldn't stay long. No, she was hesitating about whether to go into Han Yaseong's place at all. Stepping into his house now would make her basically his girlfriend. Any casual fling would be over. He'd treat her like a girlfriend once she was in there.
As she pondered what to do, she noticed Han Yaseong fidgeting nervously in the passenger seat. That was pure catnip to Choi Yujin. If he'd invited her confidently, she'd have just told him to get out and driven home. But with him looking up at her like a puppy begging to come inside, she couldn't just leave.
Truth be told, that was part of why she liked him. She could see how much he relied on her. A noble lady had to buy treats for her servants when they asked. Plus, after the breakwater incident, she needed to clear away any lingering resentment.
"Alright, I'll come in for a bit."
"Okay!"
Han Yaseong beamed and quickly opened the passenger door, hopping out. He didn't even think about the mess inside. He was just thrilled that a woman—Senior Choi Yujin—was coming into his place for the first time.
Choi Yujin smiled at the sight, then got out too. He invites me in so easily. Yeah, you can tell a guy has no girlfriend.
Players never invited girls to their place. Even if they did, they'd clean up first, erase every trace, double- and triple-check, and then let her in.
But Han Yaseong was inviting her with zero prep, pulling out his keys and unlocking the front gate right away. He was wide open, showing her his entire territory without defenses. That innocence and trust charmed Choi Yujin. She strode in like a triumphant general.
"Here it is. Kinda small, but I like it."
Opening the front door revealed the living room. It wasn't big. Stuff was scattered around, and since he hadn't been home for days, there was a musty smell. Han Yaseong hurriedly tidied up and made a spot for Choi Yujin to sit. Maybe I should've cleaned before inviting her in, he thought with a twinge of regret.
Choi Yujin stood in the living room, looking around. The place was tiny. The living room and bedroom together felt smaller than her own room. He's been living alone in a spot like this all this time.
The house felt just like Han Yaseong—nothing flashy, not filthy either. Just ordinary. Even the vibe screamed "Yaseong."
Choi Yujin boldly stepped into his bedroom. She was curious what it looked like inside. Sure enough, it was plain. No trace of any woman. It seemed like no girl had ever been in this house—or this room.
As Han Yaseong came back from the fridge with drinks, Choi Yujin eyed him and asked, "I'm the first woman to come here, right?"
"Yeah."
He answered like it was the most obvious thing. Choi Yujin shook her head with a laugh, took a soda can, and perched on the edge of the bed. Han Yaseong sat on the floor.
"So now, whenever you call, I have to come here and spread my legs, huh?"
Han Yaseong smacked his lips at her words.
"Not whenever, but... at least once a week."
"I'm not some actual call girl. This is ridiculous."
Choi Yujin cracked open her soda and took a sip. The more she thought about it, the more absurd it was. Having to come to his place and spread her legs whenever he called... It was so funny she almost burst out laughing. How had she ended up like this? And weirder still, it didn't feel bad. With any other guy, she'd have told him to fuck off and kicked him in the balls. But not with Han Yaseong.
It was like the owner wasn't raising the pet—the pet was raising the owner. Choi Yujin wondered if Han Yaseong was the one keeping her. She was supposed to be the top dog, but it felt like he was the one doing the dominating.
As she sipped her drink and glanced at him, she saw Han Yaseong sitting on the floor, grinning to himself.
"Why're you smiling?"
"Huh? 'Cause I'm happy."
"About what?"
"Someone's in my house. No one's ever come before. But Senior's here, so it feels great. My place finally feels like a real home."
"......You've got a lot to be happy about."
Choi Yujin pitied him a little. How lonely had he been that her being the first visitor made him this thrilled? No one had come by all this time. Not even his parents. No friends, no girlfriend.
A strange joy bubbled up in Choi Yujin at being the first. Her plan to just pop in and leave faded away. She could push back her meetup with Eun-a. Looked like she'd have to rub her naked body all over his bed tonight after all.
But she couldn't make the first move, so she checked his state. Han Yaseong was just grinning, happy as could be. Having someone here—Senior Choi Yujin no less—made him proud. The room felt brighter with the campus queen inside. His usual gray home now had a heavenly glow. One person's presence had changed the whole atmosphere. Houses really did depend on who lived there and visited.
If Senior Choi Yujin lived here, it'd go from ordinary to glamorous. People would line up just to gawk. Han Yaseong got greedy. What if he filled the place with tons of women? Living with beauties like Senior Choi Yujin and Kwon Seo-ha would be amazing. The house might even ascend to heaven...
He pictured a few women living here together. Not marriage or family stuff—just cohabiting like that.
"What're you thinking about?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing."
Snapping out of his fantasy, Han Yaseong refocused. Choi Yujin found it boring that he wasn't aroused yet. She thought about leaving. No more breakwater drama from here on out.
Han Yaseong was unique. Her exes loved when she initiated out of horniness, but he was the opposite. In bed, he wanted to take charge and dominate. Classic king energy. A king only slept with women when he felt like it. He wouldn't let them come to him first—or accept it if they did. He only did it when the mood struck.
Han Yaseong seemed the same. She'd learned that the hard way, and it was burned into her mind. If he's not horny, should I try to get him going?
Curiosity piqued, Choi Yujin stood from the bed.
"I'm heading out now."
"Already?"
Han Yaseong panicked and half-stood awkwardly. Already? No way...
His face said it all. Choi Yujin thought he was so easy to read and smacked her lips. He didn't overthink. It was all instinct. No mind games.
She felt a bit shallow, but oh well. Foxes kept men interested; bear-like women were just chewed-up gum.
"Gotta meet Eun-a later."
She turned and stuck her ass out toward him, pretending to browse the bookshelf. The moment Han Yaseong saw it—barely covered by her shorts—he got rock hard. I want it. Right here. On my bed. This was the room where he'd always just jerked off to porn. He wanted her pussy juices soaking into the air.