Chapter 88
Anyway, the gym was just for maintaining his physique. It was all about balance and muscle harmony. The real training happened in that other world. He always kept his workouts light, never pushing too hard. Every now and then, his eyes drifted toward the women. When those slim girls in leggings ran on the treadmills, his gaze naturally followed—their asses were impossible to ignore. Lately, with Senior Choi Yujin out of the picture, his frustrations were building, so every woman caught his eye. Peel off those leggings, and there'd be that pale, smooth butt waiting. Slam my cock right in there... When those thoughts made him hard, he'd sigh and get back to exercising. If it weren't for Senior Choi Yujin, he wouldn't be like this. Now that he knew the taste of sex, he craved it constantly; going without was driving him insane.
He'd planned a casual session, but his pent-up lust made it intense. He cranked up the weights and dove into serious muscle work. Better to drain every ounce of energy so he wouldn't ogle women or pop a boner. Gritting his teeth, Han Yaseong focused on the grind.
After about an hour, he showered and left the gym. The daytime receptionist was cute, but the nighttime one was stunning too—model-tall, seriously sexy, maybe 24 or 25. They must rotate: younger and adorable by day, sultry bombshell at night. Either way, both hit the spot. Pin 'em down, spread those pretty asses, and go to town... With thoughts like that, Han Yaseong exited the club building.
"Ah, fuck... I'm dying here."
A sigh escaped him. His lust showed no signs of fading. His dick throbbed, ready to spring at the slightest chance. Han Yaseong trudged toward the bus stop, face gloomy.
Nighttime Apgujeong felt different from the day. Glittering neon lit the streets. Foreign luxury cars cruised by, sleek beauties turned heads, and tall, handsome guys were everywhere. But no celebrities—not once at the gym or here, despite hoping for a sighting.
Standing at the bus stop, Han Yaseong felt a deep loneliness. It was like he was the only one in the world. He'd always been alone, but now it stung different. Blame Senior Choi Yujin. After fooling around with her, solitude hit harder. Without her, he'd have stayed blissfully oblivious, drifting solo as always—no friends, no meetups, nothing. Home meant porn binges and 19+ ero chats to kill time.
Han Yaseong boarded the bus and stared out the window. Right now, it felt like he was all alone in the world, but things would change. Someday he'd climb to the elite, claim it all. He had the confidence—thanks to that other world's power. There, his privileges meant endless training without soreness or fatigue. A massive edge. Without it? He'd still be your average herbivore dude. No shot with Senior Choi Yujin, that's for sure. A plain guy like him? Nah. Now he truly felt her upper-class status. Elite women were different—strong-willed, independent, living life on their terms. He'd seen it in her. That's why she ditched for Europe without a fuck, just telling him to chase other girls if he wanted some. She really didn't care who he banged.
Maybe that's upper-society normal. They say elite guys play around freely, and elite women don't interfere—as long as it's not true love or kids involved. Those side chicks? Just cum dumps for blowing off steam. No jealousy, no drama. Different leagues. Senior Choi Yujin seemed the type too. Unless it was someone she loved more, she wouldn't bat an eye at his hookups.
The bus dropped him near campus around 1 a.m. Summer break and the late hour kept things quiet, though bars and pubs always had drinking students. He walked past, heading home, regretting Korea's lack of call girl services. One call to vent his urges—perfect. Massage girls existed, but they were illegal, sketchy. Risk getting tangled with gangster pimps demanding cash. He'd heard it on 19+ ero chats: call the wrong hooker, get blackmailed with threats of cops.
Han Yaseong dreamed of those high-end yojeong spots—millions per night, but supposedly clean and gorgeous girls. Once he hit elite status, first stop. Korea's top 1%, secret clubs for the upper crust only. Invite-only, referral-based—no randos allowed. True nobility territory. It reminded him of Joseon-era gisaeng houses: yangban exclusives, fucking among themselves. Commoners and slaves never entered. Gisaengs were lowborn but untouchable for the lowly. Only elites got their service. That tradition lingered, just rebranded—yangban to upper class, peasants to average citizens.
Country changed, but nothing really did. Back home, Han Yaseong jerked off to incest porn. When depressed, only the extreme stuff worked. Brother forcing his real sis—that got him off. But afterward, just emptiness. He wanted everything. Boredom used to be fine; now it grated. No one to meet, nowhere to go—pure regret.
So he curled up in bed, playing dead in fetal position.
Ring ring ring...
His smartphone buzzed. Senior Choi Yujin? He grabbed it—unknown number. Probably a loan shark ad. Those spam calls happened. It rang a bit longer, then stopped. Moments later, a text popped up. Figured it was spam, but he checked—and froze.
It was Senior Euna.
"Huh? How does Senior Euna..." How'd she get his number? He hadn't given it. Must've been Senior Choi Yujin. That missed call? Her too.
Excitement surged; his dick hardened. He fired back fast.
Han Yaseong dialed immediately. Can't miss this chance. Visions of Senior Euna naked flashed by. His cock stiffened, targeting her virgin pussy. The phone rang once—then her voice.
"Yaseong?"
"Yeah. You weren't sleeping?"
"Nope. You?"
"Nah. But didn't you go on that Europe trip? Yujin senior did."
"I went a month ago."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah."
He'd assumed not, but she'd already been. Total elite move—Europe like a neighborhood jaunt, thousands dropped easy.
They chatted idly until an awkward lull. No real topics. Han Yaseong sucked at flirting anyway; no clue how. Silence stretched—then Senior Euna broke it.
"I heard about you and Yujin."
"You... did?"
"Yeah. Honestly, shocked me. You two basically dating?"
That was her angle. Curiosity burned. His boner faded; tension eased. No seduction pressure meant smoother talk.
"Senior Euna."
"Yeah?"
"How much do you know?"
"Pretty much... everything."
"All of it?"
"Yeah."
"Damn..."
Han Yaseong was flustered. She'd spilled everything to Senior Euna? Her voice said it wasn't vague—full details, gut feeling.