Chapter 81
As 7 p.m. approached, Han Yaseong stocked up on food and supplies, leaving the attic door open. He planned to stay for about two weeks this time. He needed to master special forces knife techniques and crossbow handling. Muscle-building workouts had taken a backseat, honestly. They were boring as hell. Push-ups, squats, deadlifts every damn day... Gym routines were the epitome of tedium. Han Yaseong preferred active training—he hated standing still. Kickboxing or boxing was way more fun. Lately, he'd been thinking about trying kendo. It supposedly built massive upper-body muscle, chiseling out those back muscles like crazy. Since he was already learning knife skills, ancient swordsmanship or modern kendo seemed like a natural fit.
Nearly 7 p.m. now—the portal was about to open. Bags in hand, he headed up to the attic. Then the doorbell chimed: ding-dong-ding-dong.
Han Yaseong froze mid-step, glanced toward the front door, shook his head, and kept going. Probably a peddler or a meter reader for electricity or gas. But a voice from beyond the fence stopped him cold.
“Yaseong!”
It was Senior Choi Yujin.
“Huh?”
Why the hell was she here all of a sudden?
“Yaseong! You home?”
Hearing that, he couldn't climb up anymore. Sounded urgent. With a sigh, he set down his bags, closed the attic door, and headed to the entrance.
He opened the gate to find Senior Choi Yujin standing beside her red Lamborghini.
“Phew, you are home. Was worried you weren't.”
“What's going on?”
“Let's head inside first. Hehe.”
She strode right in through the gate like she owned the place. Han Yaseong shut it behind her and hurried after.
Choi Yujin went straight to the living room, yanked open the fridge, and chugged some bottled water. Han Yaseong had no clue why she'd shown up out of the blue.
“My period's over! Woo-hoo!”
She beamed with excitement.
“What?”
Han Yaseong blinked. Her period's over?
“Was in agony till yesterday, but now I'm back to normal. Ugh, I was so bored... Why do girls have to deal with periods? Guys don't. So, to celebrate, I came for a drink.”
“......”
Should've just gone through the portal...
With Senior Choi Yujin here, tonight was off the table. Then it hit him—that urge. He'd held back fine until now, but after a month in this world's time, her alluring scent was making it swell.
Choi Yujin flushed too, excitement building.
I'm getting devoured by Yaseong tonight.
A whole month without. They'd gone at it 8 or 9 times over two days a month ago, right here. Neither had called since. Both had been holding back. They both knew the taste of that prime meat. The chance was here now—portal and training be damned.
“Sh-should I grab some booze?”
“Mmm... Beer and snacks. Here, take this.”
“Got it.”
Han Yaseong snatched her card and bolted out. Seeing his eagerness, Choi Yujin grinned, relieved. She'd been tense at first—his face hadn't screamed “welcome.” That “why are you here?” look had her tongue-tied, wondering if she'd come off desperate like at the breakwater. She'd even considered bailing. But in that split second, his eyes changed. He'd been holding back too. He'd talked big before—call anytime, come once a week for ass—but never actually summoned her. Pure words. Insane self-control. Any other guy would've caved and kept calling. Not Han Yaseong. He'd just grinded workouts for muscle. That was why Choi Yujin liked him. Looks average, sure, like any guy. But personality, actions, restraint? Far from ordinary. That was his edge. Without it, she'd have zero interest—just another dude. But those strengths kept her hooked, curious.
“Gonna shower first.”
Choi Yujin hummed happily, stripping naked and heading to the bathroom. Yaseong would devour her whole tonight—she needed to be pristine. A month without his mouth on her pussy and ass sent shivers down her spine. Time for a thorough scrub.
“La la la...”
She sang as she washed up and stepped out.
“Huff huff!”
Han Yaseong sprinted to the convenience store like the wind. Grabbed a dozen beers, five bottles of soju, squid, chips—plenty of snacks. Spotted a hangover soup joint for post-binge remedy; packaging some sounded perfect. Beer and snacks bagged, he dashed over, ordered 20,000 won worth of beef hangover soup to go. Arms loaded, he headed home whistling, mood soaring. A month without—how could he not be thrilled? Portal thoughts? Gone. No world beat this one's pleasures. Eat, survive, repeat. Campus queen Choi Yujin first. The other side could wait till tomorrow. Tonight: scorching night with the queen...
“Heh heh heh!”
Laughter bubbled up. Finally, her naked body all his. Han Yaseong hurried home, arms full of beer and soup.
Inside, Senior Choi Yujin had showered—drying her nude body with a towel in front of the bathroom. Her shoulder-length bob dripped wet. Pubic hair soaked, droplets beading on her slick slit. Startled, she stared with bunny eyes, towel in hand.
That sight flipped Han Yaseong's switch—full erection raging. Cock throbbed in his pants, blood surging. Beer and soup? Forgotten. Eyes wild like a beast, he dropped everything and pounced on her fresh, naked form.
“Kyaa!”
Choi Yujin yelped, curling her voluptuous body in shock. Han Yaseong scooped her up effortlessly and stormed to the bedroom. Carried like a kidnap victim, heart pounding, she half-protested.
“W-wait! Slow down!”
But he was too frantic to reply, tossing her on the bed and mounting her. Hands clamped her full tits, mouth latching on, sucking hard.
Slurp, smack!
Her big, pretty breasts filled his mouth, saliva coating them as he devoured.
“Ahhn!”
Choi Yujin moaned at the intense stimulation. A month without her tits sucked—excitement exploded. His greedy hands kneading, mouth ravaging: pure ecstasy. Her pussy clenched, juices leaking. Nipples alternated between his lips and tongue, spine tingling.
Slurp, smack, smack-smack...
Han Yaseong was just as fired up. A full month here—a whopping three counting the other world. He'd jerked off to cope, but it wasn't enough. Now, the pinnacle of bodies lay before him. Eyes rolled back. Nothing else mattered. Even if she fought, he'd force it. Lust had built to critical mass. Prime meat untouched for three months, now fresh from the shower. His dick strained at max. An army couldn't stop him now.
“Aaahn! Gentle...!”
Choi Yujin writhed like a hooked fish, but couldn't halt him. Tits crushed in his grip, sucked relentlessly—his raw hunger terrified and thrilled. He'd endured so much. She wanted slower, but knew he needed this. Rejecting him now would kill the vibe—and she was soaked too, pussy drenched. She'd held back just as long. Last fuck: a month ago. No kisses since. Her ripe body had craved it, fingering herself nights away, memories of him fueling unbearable urges.