Farewell Kiss and Iron Resolve
“Eeeeng! Eun-ah says she’s gonna kill me. For making her wait two whole hours... eeeeng...”
Senior Choi Yujin let out a babyish whine as her fingers flew across her phone, firing off a text. Han Yaseong rubbed his eyes and shuffled out to the living room. He yanked open the fridge door, chugged some water, then pulled out some packaged food and popped it into the microwave.
Once she’d sent her message, Senior Choi Yujin sighed, set her smartphone down, and sniffed the air. “What’s that? This amazing smell?”
“Brought back some Italian fusion dishes.”
“Really? When?”
“While you were sleeping earlier.”
As he spoke, Han Yaseong’s eyes drifted over Senior Choi Yujin’s naked body. Her full breasts and the straight, neat slit of her pussy beneath a trim line of pubic hair were stunningly beautiful. Seeing her standing bare in his living room felt so novel—and thrilling. His house was living large.
Senior Choi Yujin spotted his hardening cock and licked her lips. But she had no intention of going another round, so she flicked it lightly with her finger. “That’s it for today. No more.”
“Okay...”
Truth be told, Han Yaseong didn’t have the energy left either. He was just getting half-hard at this point.
Senior Choi Yujin slipped into the bathroom to pee, washed her hands, and came back out. In the meantime, Han Yaseong had taken the Italian food out of the microwave and set it on the dining table.
“Whoa, looks delicious.”
Delighted, she plopped down at the table and dug in naked, fork in hand. Han Yaseong sat across from her, equally nude, twirling pasta onto his fork. It wasn’t really his taste—too girly—but the noodles were decent enough.
Starving, Senior Choi Yujin ate with gusto. The two different dishes offered variety that made it all the more enjoyable. The textures danced in her mouth, and the vibrant colors pleased the eye. Waking up post-sex to Italian cuisine felt luxurious.
“Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about a gym. Go there. I’ll hook you up with a phone too.”
“Where do I go?”
“No, I’ll come here. Around midday tomorrow, so stay home and don’t wander off.”
“Got it.”
They ate leisurely for about twenty minutes before clearing the table. Senior Choi Yujin’s eyes lit up at how comfy Han Yaseong’s bed was, so she crawled right back in. He followed, lying beside her.
“If we just keep it like earlier, it’ll be perfect, right?”
“Yeah. Felt like we hit some kind of standard.”
“Exactly. We messed up at the breakwater—couldn’t keep that vibe. That’s why.”
“Same here. Rushing it at first was a mistake. Taking it slow and easy was way better. You seemed to love it too.”
“Did I squirt a lot?”
“Water was gushing out. Thought the dam broke.”
“This thing.”
She shot him a mock glare and smacked his cock with her palm.
“Ow! Why’d you hit me?”
“It’s mine.”
She gripped it firmly, toying with it as she went on. “Your gym’s in Apgujeong. Celebs go there, so check it out.”
“That far? I could just hit somewhere nearby.”
“Nothing decent around here. Not all gyms are equal. That place is pro-level—over ten specialist trainers, sports massages, even a pool if you want. I’ll call ahead, so just drop my name.”
“Alright.”
He figured starting right meant going all-in, and it was just a month anyway. Two years there could turn him into a full-on muscle beast, or so he’d heard. He’d sculpt his body into savage steel. Guys like Oh Jeong-hoon wouldn’t dare mess with him then. Han Yaseong was dead set on nailing this.
Plus, he’d snag a free pass from Senior Choi Yujin. He pictured bending her over from behind, ass up, as she pissed—whatever it took.
“Guess I should head out. Such a pain...”
She fiddled with his cock while lounging on the bed, then sighed and sat up.
“Can’t you just crash here?”
“Nah. We did everything today, and I’m not even sleepy. Gotta go home, shower, chat with Eun-ah, then sleep. She might come over—seems curious about stuff.”
“Go easy on her if you can. I can’t face Senior Eun-ah anymore.”
“Why? ‘Cause she saw your dick? Hehe. She’s a virgin anyway—doesn’t know much about that.”
“Senior Eun-ah’s a virgin?”
“Yup. Forbidden till marriage. Her family’s strict on it.”
“They ban it at home?”
“Yeah. Some elite families do that to marry into top houses. Eun-ah’s being groomed that way—no dating, no sex, all banned by her dad. She could end up a chaebol heir’s wife or even First Lady someday. Her old man’s got huge ambitions.”
The worlds people lived in were so unequal. Chaebol heirs, First Ladies... The upper crust had always seemed like pie-in-the-sky, but hearing it now made it feel closer—and scarier. He’d dismissed those terms as distant or even laughable before, but from Senior Choi Yujin’s mouth, they hit real and intimidating. Their reality felt worlds apart, yet more tangible than ever.
Dressed now, Senior Choi Yujin headed out. Han Yaseong followed. Watching his first houseguest leave left him feeling oddly empty.
Sensing his solitude, she glanced around—no one in sight—then planted a quick kiss on his lips. “Be good. No crying alone.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll swing by midday tomorrow. Stay put.”
“Got it.”
“Bye then.”
She hopped into her car, waved, and sped off. Han Yaseong waved back at the receding taillights, then trudged inside, a pang of regret trailing him.
The suddenly empty living room and bedroom felt desolate. They’d seemed cramped just minutes ago; now they echoed.
He flopped onto the bed, pressing his nose to the spot where Senior Choi Yujin had lain. Her ass scent clung to the sheets, along with the sticky traces of her juices. Being alone again stung. Maybe that’s why men dove into hellish lives—family hardships beat soul-crushing loneliness.
Han Yaseong resolved to embrace that hell. First, forge the body into muscle.
He booted up his PC, searched muscle-building routines and special forces training, printed it all out. Strong men claimed beauties; weak ones lost them. To keep Senior Choi Yujin, he needed real power.
Han Yaseong stepped into the arena of competition. The dice were rolled—if he didn’t climb to the elite, he’d lose her and fade into oblivion. He’d go all the way. Escape that vast forest, seek new horizons. Curiosity and fear swirled—what lay ahead? No backing down. Full speed forward.
He lingered on the bed, inhaling her scent, then rose. Time to conquer it all.
For the first time, true competitive fire burned in Han Yaseong.
The next midday, Senior Choi Yujin arrived. Sunglasses on, dressed vibrantly like she was headed somewhere fancy.
“Here’s a phone—just use it. I’ve got the bill. And this is the gym card, with directions on back. I called ahead; just register. I’m off.”
She didn’t even step inside, making a beeline for her car. Han Yaseong didn’t press her. Couldn’t exactly suggest midday sex.
“Where you headed?”
“Got a meetup. Then Eun-ah later. Hit the gym hard. Bye.”
She roared off in her Lambo. Barely five minutes at his door. She was a whirlwind.
Only now did it sink in: he hadn’t truly claimed her yet. She could vanish like that anytime, leaving only traces.
Han Yaseong exhaled deeply and went inside. No more drifting through life like a ghost. Time to live for real.
Like Senior Choi Yujin said, rise to the elite, conquer a hundred beauties. No clue if he could, but a goal beat aimlessness.
He fiddled with the smartphone basics, grabbed the gym card, and headed out. Apgujeong meant a long subway ride—nearly forty minutes. Tedious for workouts, but curiosity won out. Celebs too—worth a look.
At the station, he boarded the train to Apgujeong. His heart raced a bit. A life pivot loomed, tense as stepping through a portal to another world.
Apgujeong—once Orange Tribe turf, now buzzing with rich folk, celebs, and playboys, or so the rumors went. His first time. Wonder if it lived up to the hype.
Han Yaseong rode the subway toward Apgujeong.