Chapter 86
But he couldn't bring himself to do it. As despair welled up inside him, his raging lust faded just as quickly. Right now, Senior Choi Yujin was untouchable.
"I'm heading out. See you next time."
Senior Choi Yujin left with a smile like a blissfully happy woman. Han Yaseong was left alone in the house, utterly dumbfounded and hollowed out.
He went to his desk and pulled up the photos saved on his smartphone. There were shots of Senior Choi Yujin's pretty pussy and asshole, her massive tits. Suddenly, his desire cooled completely.
What's the point of taking pics like this if I can't even fuck her?
His energy drained away. He didn't even feel like uploading them to an adult site anymore. Getting praise and envy for posting photos suddenly felt pointless and empty.
"Damn it..."
Han Yaseong stared at the photos while jerking off, but even that he gave up on. He wasn't in the mood for masturbation.
Today, he'd learned a crucial lesson: you can't send a woman all the way to climax. You had to stop at a certain point to make her crave more—pushing her fully over the edge backfired. Who knew when another chance like this would come? It was such a shame.
Senior Choi Yujin might just vanish like this. Han Yaseong regretted it deeply. And he realized he needed other women too. Someone he could fuck right now would be perfect. Clearly, one woman like Senior Choi Yujin wasn't enough. He needed one or two more.
But there was no one. Overwhelmed by sudden stress, Han Yaseong ended up boiling and devouring two packs of ramen in a binge.
Thwack! A long arrow embedded itself dead center in a massive tree trunk. Thirty meters away, Han Yaseong lowered his crossbow with both hands, exhaling heavily.
"Hoo..."
His sporadic crossbow practice was paying off—he was hitting targets consistently now. At first, he'd miss every time. Even stationary targets were tough. But after months of casual practice, he was landing shots reliably.
Still, it wasn't all that useful.
"I need to shoot moving targets..."
Feeling the familiar regret, Han Yaseong approached the tree and yanked the arrow free by hand. Hitting a still target was the easy part. The real test was live, moving prey.
But he had no such targets available. He couldn't use the wild animals around here—they'd become too friendly. After all this time, he couldn't turn them into practice dummies.
That's why his crossbow skills had plateaued.
"Maybe buy a chicken or something."
He was even thinking of heading home to grab a live chicken for target practice. Chickens moved around, after all. But it felt too easy; he'd nail it too quickly, and it'd get boring fast. He needed something quick like a rat or cat.
Nothing like that around here, so crossbow practice was at a dead end.
"Let's eat. Come on, Yadong."
As he called out while leaving the forest, Yadong came bounding over from the side. They'd become total buddies now—more like friends or comrades. Yadong stuck only to Han Yaseong, ignoring the other wildlife.
Han Yaseong was turning into a proper mountain man. His muscle training was nearly complete. He'd whittled a wooden stick into a bokken for sword drills and kendo practice.
Ever since that shocking night, he'd thrown himself into training. Even now, thinking back made his blood boil in rage.
"Damn it..."
Han Yaseong sighed as he headed back to his shelter. It had been over half a year in this world since failing with Senior Choi Yujin. Nearly fifty days back home. Twenty days had flown by since the pussy-squirting incident.
Senior Choi Yujin was off on a two-week Europe trip right now. He couldn't fuck even if he wanted to. The frustration built, driving him to train like a maniac. At night, he'd roar at the shelter entrance while jerking off furiously. Depression hit hard; he'd popped several red berries to cope.
He needed a woman. Badly. But none were around. He'd even toyed with the sleazy idea of calling Senior Euna and fucking her. She might be gameable, who knows.
But he shook his head and dropped it fast. Failure would mean total humiliation. Senior Euna would blab everything to Senior Choi Yujin: "Yaseong called me over to fuck." No way he'd risk that again.
He never wanted to relive that middle school hell. That's why he was so passive with women—the trauma lingered. After agonizing for months, he'd finally confessed to his crush, only for her to mock him and spread rumors around school. From that day until graduation, he'd endured classmates' jeers and laughter like a living nightmare. He'd even sworn off women forever.
Then college happened, and seeing Kwon Seoha shattered that vow.
Han Yaseong entered the shelter, washed his hands in the water jar, and started cooking rice. Yadong sat at the entrance, keeping watch.
It was autumn now. He set the pot on to cook and stretched out long on his blanket for a rest. Long mountain life had toughened him naturally. He felt like he could take on anyone now. Tigers or bears might be too much, but a wolf? Maybe. Humans? Definitely.
Half a year here had transformed him. A feral beast-scent emanated from Han Yaseong now. He was truly going wild.
Yadong, inspired, no longer feared anything. Except for mealtimes and rest, it roamed the forest all day, building stamina.
Outside the forest lurked something terrifying. Nowhere near as peaceful as here. In half a year, he'd venture out with Yadong.
"Sigh..."
Still, the sighs came unbidden. He pulled out his dick—rock hard. Too long without pussy. He really wanted to fuck. If Senior Choi Yujin were in Korea, he'd drag her here somehow. But Europe? No dice.
Since the squirting, she'd avoided him. She didn't want to lose that ecstatic sensation. Sex would ruin it, so no thanks.
To fuck Senior Choi Yujin, he'd wait another month or two. Han Yaseong gripped his cock, gave it a few strokes, then quit. No spark at all. Before, he'd jerk off fine to fantasies or porn. Now? Nothing.
He'd grown numb to imagining her naked body or watching porn. It couldn't satisfy him anymore. He needed side chicks. Senior Choi Yujin alone wasn't cutting it.
That's why he'd decided to become upper class.
"Fuck, it's gonna happen!"
He bellowed it out. Yadong at the entrance whipped its head around, giving him a what the hell, idiot? look before scanning ahead again.
Han Yaseong's raging sexual frustration solidified his resolve to join the elite. It stemmed partly from a story told by a male server who'd worked at some high-end pleasure house.
They'd met in an adult ero chat. That guy spilled all the secrets of the upper crust. The place had hundreds of beauties on call. Dozens resided there full-time, but phone summons brought two or three hundred more.
They serviced the elite: chaebol heirs, congressmen, top bureaucrats, tycoons. Korea's power players came regularly for sex. Average? Fifty women a year. Once a week meant fifty annually. Many came two or three times weekly—over a hundred beauties yearly.
And the hottest ones rotated in. Sometimes two or three at once. Up to the client's whim. Sure, pretty girls worked Gangnam bars or entertainment, but the real stunners? High-end houses like that one.
What seemed like porn-fantasy stuff was everyday for elites. Now Han Yaseong got why Senior Choi Yujin had challenged him to fuck a hundred women. It sounded huge at first glance, but for them? Peanuts.
Upper-class guys racked up five hundred to nearly a thousand beauties lifetime. Just that house alone: fifty a year, five hundred in a decade. A hundred? Laughable.
Han Yaseong, who'd thought a hundred was insane, felt pathetic and ashamed. Real elites fucked five hundred, a thousand top-tier hotties. And he'd quaked at a mere hundred.
The women registered there were Korea's renowned beauties.