Chapter 75
It seemed this was the proper way to handle a woman. Sucking her frantically in a rush of desire, like he'd done earlier, was an insult to her naked body.
"Ahh...!"
Choi Yujin's body grew hotter by the second. As Yaseong lavished her with slow, deliberate licks, her arousal built relentlessly toward a breaking point. He'd found his calm now, too, sucking with cunning precision—teasing her pussy, then her asshole—driving Yujin utterly mad with need.
This was the kind of sex she craved. All the scheming vanished from her mind. It pulled her back to that first time at the waterpark with Yaseong, pure and electric. Her pussy parted wider, her asshole quivering in anticipation.
"Come here—now!"
Yujin couldn't hold out any longer. She threw her arms wide, calling him to her. Sensing victory, Yaseong climbed atop her in an instant. His cock was already at full mast, nearly a hundred percent hard from eating her out. She felt it spear her folds, filling her completely.
"Aahh!"
That thick shaft stretched her entrance tight as it plunged in. Without thinking, Yujin wrapped her arms around his neck. This was it—the thrill of Yaseong. His fully erect cock slicing deep into her core, bottoming out with perfect pressure. No ulterior motives, no lingering grudges. Just pure, unadulterated bliss.
This was why she fucked the ordinary Han Yaseong. He shuddered too, buried to the hilt in her pussy, the joy of true coupling washing over him again. Right now, he and Yujin were lost in that same primal ecstasy as their waterpark debut—no mind games, no elite circles, no noble ladies or servants. Just a man and a woman, raw and real. Their favorite state of all.
"Move—now!"
"Yes!"
At her urging, Yaseong thrust his hips. His thick cock pistoned in and out of her slick depths. They locked in a deep, sloppy kiss as he kept pounding, her hips bucking up to meet him, grinding for maximum friction. Perfect teamwork.
On the bed, only the wet slap-slap of flesh and the smack of their kiss filled the air. Their naked bodies fused, inseparable. Yujin's massive tits mashed against his firm chest, flattening deliciously. They both knew—this was peak sex. It was etched into their subconscious.
Yujin rode wave after wave of ecstasy, squirting endlessly, while Yaseong hammered away until he finally erupted inside her.
"Ngh!"
"Ahhng!"
They cried out in unison, bodies rigid in climax. Locked in a crushing embrace, his cock throbbed deep in her pussy. They lay like that for ages, gasping, the aftershocks rippling on forever.
Yujin was boneless, utterly spent. Yaseong recovered first, grabbing tissues to wipe himself down before tenderly cleaning her pussy. He was meticulous with the slick trails on her ass and asshole too.
Eyes closed, sprawled in bliss, Yujin savored it. She loved how he handled the aftermath. Lying there, drowsy languor pulled her under. She'd planned to leave after, but now... she didn't want to go. She was a woman, after all. When he treated her this well, staying felt right.
"Just... a little nap..."
She was out cold. Yaseong, beaming with satisfaction, draped the blanket over her nude form. What a phenomenal fuck. His body hummed with fatigue, but his heart overflowed. No wonder she'd crashed too. This was what sharing love felt like—mutual fire yielding perfection. One-sided lust could never touch it.
Yaseong slipped on his boxers and tiptoed to the living room. The clock read late evening. Dinner time, probably. What to do? He wanted to treat Yujin—her first time at his place—to something special. Cooking himself felt off, so takeout it was. After mulling it over, he remembered the Italian fusion spot down the street. Pasta from their menu board would do nicely.
He dressed quietly, then gazed at the soundly sleeping Yujin on his bed. He'd never imagined any woman there, let alone the campus queen herself. Today was a miracle, a day etched in memory forever.
Yaseong planted a soft kiss on her lips and slipped out. A faint smile curved her sleeping mouth.
Outside, twilight deepened. At the restaurant, a sharply dressed manager greeted him.
"Welcome."
"Uh, got any dishes a woman might like? For takeout."
"Girlfriend?"
"...Yeah."
He hesitated, then owned it. Yujin was his girlfriend in his heart, if not on paper. Close enough.
The manager suggested options. Yaseong picked two feminine favorites, sat for twenty minutes, paid thirty thousand won, and headed home, bags in hand. Having someone waiting—cooking for her—felt strangely thrilling. Is this why people cohabitate or marry? He'd always seen it as a hassle, but maybe not. If it were pure hell, who'd sign up? There must be something golden amid the grind, worth slaving till death.
A chill ran through him. Marrying Yujin might drag him into that very inferno. If she were poor, he'd have to provide—work endlessly till he dropped. That was the tragic lot of family men everywhere. Women complicated everything; solitude was simpler. He glimpsed their plight now.
Still, for Yujin, he'd dive into hell gladly. He wouldn't hand her over.
Back home, the place was quiet. Yujin still slept. He set the food on the table and peeked in, admiring her. What would others say? They wouldn't believe it—the queen, buck-naked on his shabby bed.
Suddenly, the apartment felt cramped. He'd never minded before, but now... woman's magic, stirring greed. Bigger place. More money. Spoil her, show her off. Crave respect through her. Hell's gift, indeed.
He recalled a middle-aged guy's 19+ chat rant: his wife's monthly "demands" terrified him. It'd been hilarious then; now, it hit home. He was stepping into elite hell himself—for her alone. Laughable, really. She was getting her way. A true enchantress; in ancient times, she'd spark wars. Even now, rivals lurked. If the upper crust learned of him with her, they'd challenge—You? Have her? Prove it. To win, he'd need strength. Eternal battle. Hell.
He refused to lose her to war. She'd be his till the end—even if he discarded her first. Possessive fire surged.
Yaseong stripped and slid under the covers, pulling her close.
"You're mine..."
A whisper, barely audible. Her nude body trembled faintly, nestling deeper into his arms.
They stirred at 10 p.m., overslept from sheer exhaustion.
"Eek! Ten at night?!"
Yujin blinked blearily at the clock. A quick nap had turned into deep slumber. Same for him—just a wink, and hours gone. The Italian was cold by now.
"Euna's gonna kill me."
Yujin grimaced, dashing naked to the living room for her phone. Her back view was stunning—that ass. Yaseong's cock twitched again. Yujin's rear was lethal; just looking made him hard...