Chapter 74
His hands fidgeted restlessly as he kept wetting his lips. He wanted nothing more than to yank off Senior Choi Yujin's shorts and panties right now, bare her ass, and shove his cock into her parted pussy.
But he couldn't just do whatever he wanted with her. Senior Choi Yujin had the aura of a queen. There was no way he could recklessly pounce and spread her cheeks.
Choi Yujin glanced back once and smiled. She could sense Han Yaseong was in heat, squirming with frustration.
The breakwater incident too... To fully clear away that lingering grime, she needed to fuck him here and now. Those invisible residues stuck around a long time if you didn't deal with them right away. In couples, they turned into grudges that got dragged out during breakups, sparking fights.
Choi Yujin checked her wristwatch—thirty minutes of spare time. Since this was her first visit to Yaseong's place, she figured she owed him a gift like this.
Looking at Han Yaseong standing there like a desperate puppy dying to piss, she went to the bed and lay down.
"I'll give you thirty minutes. Make it quick."
"Huh? For real?"
"Yeah. Consider it a housewarming gift. I showed up empty-handed, after all."
With that, she casually lay back on the bed and closed her eyes.
Han Yaseong's head shook in disbelief. Senior Choi Yujin was a real vixen. Were all high-society girls like this? He had no defense against her.
He'd always pitied the guys in dramas who lost their minds over a woman, flailing helplessly. Now here he was, just like them. He knew he'd never escape her grip.
But on the bed, he was the winner. Clinging to that shred of pride, Han Yaseong frantically stripped off all his clothes. Only thirty minutes—he had to hurry.
"Hey, slow down a bit..."
As Han Yaseong suddenly climbed onto the bed and lunged at her, yanking off her clothes, Choi Yujin frowned. The kid was so desperate, tearing at her garments like a maniac.
Soon enough, Choi Yujin lay naked on the bed. Han Yaseong figured his bed was living the high life. He'd slept on it for years without a single woman ever lying there, and now Senior Choi Yujin—buck naked—was sprawled across it. Even the mattress seemed to be getting hard with excitement.
Han Yaseong pounced on her pale nude body, grabbing her tits with both hands and sucking greedily. Slurp, slurp... smooch... He alternated between her breasts mercilessly, and Choi Yujin started getting turned on too.
"Ahh... easy there..."
This guy really went at her tits without holding back, like they were his personal property. She slid her right hand down and gripped his cock—it was massively swollen. His arousal was pushing ninety percent.
By now, Choi Yujin knew: the degree of his erection reflected his excitement level. It let her gauge his emotional state. Right now, his impatience was keeping him from full mast, but it was still plenty big. Satisfied, she smiled and stroked his shaft gently with her hand.
After feasting on her tits to his heart's content, Han Yaseong slid downward. Time was short; his mind raced. He seized her legs, hoisting them high until her ass lifted off the bed. Then he pushed forward, sprawling face-first between her thighs right at her pussy.
With her ass suspended like that, her parted slit and tender asshole were fully exposed. He licked his lips at the sight, then dove in, sucking voraciously.
"Aaahh...!"
Choi Yujin moaned as he slurped at both her pussy and asshole at once. He was devouring her like a dog. His haste came from the ticking clock; she could feel him gobbling sloppily. He was still just a kid, after all—completely at her mercy.
And she loved it. If he'd been sly and manipulative, she'd hate it. But this was only during sex. Outside of that, he didn't bend. In other words, he was weak to a woman's body, but not to women themselves. Bit by bit, he was conquering their flesh.
Just like how her naked body was being indiscriminately ravaged by his hands and mouth right now.
"Ahh, ungh..."
Choi Yujin rolled onto her side now, sticking her ass out behind her. Han Yaseong lay against her back, prying her cheeks apart with both hands and tonguing her asshole mercilessly.
A sense of superiority washed over her again. At the breakwater, she'd felt defeat—but now, as he rimmed her, pleasure surged. She knew it well. Lying sideways with her ass out, getting her asshole eaten—it embarrassed her, flushing her cheeks. Now she was the one feeling defeated.
The breakwater incident was gone. That grime had vanished, letting them return to normal. Of course, Han Yaseong had no clue. She'd wisely steered things back herself.
Han Yaseong suckled noisily, tormenting her asshole and pussy. In his mind, the breakwater residue was wiped clean too. Sensing it, Choi Yujin bit her lip as he obsessively lapped at her holes.
I'm never dating a younger guy again! Dating one meant overthinking everything. She wasn't his mom—why worry about every little thing? Older men like daddy types were better. No fuss, just ask for what you want. With a puppy like Yaseong, she always felt compelled to give him everything.
"Ahh... enough already... stop sucking!"
Finally losing her temper, Choi Yujin twisted her hips and clamped her ass shut. Han Yaseong, who'd been feasting with her flipped over, felt like lightning had struck.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Moderation, kid. Why don't you know the meaning of it?"
"But there's no time..."
"Sigh, fine. I'll extend it to an hour, so take it slow. Got it?"
"Yeah..."
Han Yaseong deflated, lips pouting. He had no idea they'd slipped back into their early dynamic. Choi Yujin, satisfied it was done, relaxed comfortably on the bed. With the breakwater cleared, she could afford to take it easy now.
The queen Choi Yujin had tamed her squire Han Yaseong just like that.
"Alright, again. Nice and slow this time."
"Okay..."
Han Yaseong truly couldn't figure women out. One minute this, the next that... It reminded him of their very first time with Senior Choi Yujin. Things felt oddly back to that point, though he didn't dwell on why. He'd always kept people at arm's length, never getting truly close. She was his one exception. No wonder he was flustered.
Now, he'd taken a step forward in their bond—from distant to something deeper.
Han Yaseong knelt again, spreading her legs and taking her pussy lips into his mouth. Even then, he glanced up, gauging her reaction. To Choi Yujin, he looked just like a puppy with food in its jaws—it cracked her up.
"Like that. Gently."
"Yep."
Permission granted at last, Han Yaseong regained his vigor and suckled her folds tenderly. Earlier haste had blinded him, but now with breathing room, he took in the details of Senior Choi Yujin's exquisite pussy. He'd rushed past its beauty before. Is that why she got mad? he wondered.
He spread her pussy wide with both hands, lavishing it with care.
"Mmm..."
Choi Yujin finally closed her eyes and savored it as he tongued her slit. The frantic sucking earlier had been too chaotic. Rushed sex just pissed her off—it shared no intimacy. Animalistic pounding left her emotionally hollow.
With the breakwater erased, they could take it slow now. As he lapped steadily, her juices flowed more freely. Women were suckers for mood. His calm attention made her pussy gush like a spring.
Watching it, Han Yaseong finally got it: never rush with a woman. Staring at her dripping slit, the lesson sank in. Going slow made her wetter, her body hotter. Earlier frenzy had only satisfied him—or rather, he'd just gulped without tasting, like a glutton scarfing food blindly.
Now he understood her anger. No more rushing, he vowed.
His own mind settled too. He poked and licked her asshole softly, making her ass twitch.
"Ahh... no tongue inside..."
"Got it."
Han Yaseong slurped playfully at her cute little asshole. So adorable. This is mine. No one else had touched it, nor would they. That possessiveness made rimming her all the sweeter.
Truth be told, he'd never imagined himself eating ass like this. Pretty girls had pretty assholes too. Conquest surged through him again. Watching her hips wiggle only amplified the pleasure.