Chapter 96
Hanyaseong's head shook involuntarily. This wasn't it.
He had been hoping Euna senior would keep leaning on him, relying on him. It was his first time having a woman—or anyone—look to him with such expectations and dependence, so he hadn't realized what it meant until now. It felt like he'd lost something precious that had fallen right into his hands.
"There must be something I can do. There has to be."
"No. That's enough. I've been putting too much pressure on you. Just get along well with Yujin. That's for the best."
Euna senior rose from the sofa with a smile, as if she'd perfectly sorted through her emotions.
"It's all because of Yujin. She talked about you so much that I started feeling these weird emotions. She said you weren't ordinary, that you were special, so I got curious about what made you that way. I thought maybe you could help me out. I must've imagined you as some kind of superhero or something. But reality's nothing like that. I've come back to my senses now. You don't have to feel burdened by me anymore."
"......"
She was drifting away. Hanyaseong could feel Euna senior pulling farther and farther from him. She no longer expected anything from him, no longer relied on him. It pissed him off. It felt like he'd been demoted from superhero back to just some ordinary guy.
Euna senior had wanted to lean on him, no doubt about it. Maybe it was Yujin senior's influence, but she'd clearly been seeking his help somehow. And yet he'd missed it, kept veering off course. It must've been some instinctive rejection. He'd never been someone others relied on, not even once in his life. That's why he'd kept pushing her away. She'd just been asking for his help, and like an idiot, he'd gotten cocky and kept brushing her off.
It was plain as day on her face now, all those emotions neatly packed away.
"I'll head out now. Sorry for bothering you today, Yaseong. See you at school after classes start."
"......"
Hanyaseong kept a blank expression, but inside he was boiling. This wasn't how it was supposed to go... He could've gotten so much closer to Euna senior, but now everything was back to square one—like when he'd first joined the club. He couldn't accept that. He couldn't just let her leave like this.
So he hurried to the entryway and grabbed Euna senior's arm as she was slipping on her shoes.
"You can't go like this."
"......You."
Euna senior saw the feral look on Hanyaseong's face. His eyes were like those of a wounded beast. Or maybe he was on the verge of tears. There was anger there too, and hints of madness and regret. His gaze held a storm of emotions—including raw lust. She could feel that desire radiating from him, making her heart skip and then pound wildly. A sudden tremor ran through her body. It was her primal instinct kicking in—the fear that she might get taken by Yaseong today, her whole body quaking at the thought.
"I told you, didn't I? If you come to my place, I'm doing it... So you can't go."
"Y-Yaseong..."
To Euna senior, Hanyaseong looked hurt, his pride wounded. Had she done something wrong? But no, she hadn't. She'd built up her own expectations alone and then folded them away by herself. She'd been the only one facing reality and despairing; there was no reason for Hanyaseong to be hurt.
But that was just because she was a woman and couldn't see it. Hanyaseong had been steadily building his self-esteem. He'd forged it through training in that other world, and through his time with Yujin senior, sleeping with her and all. He was a far cry from the Hanyaseong of before, who had zero confidence.
Right now, he felt profound humiliation. It was like some girl yelling "Help me!" and looking his way, only for her to get disappointed and say "Never mind, you're useless!" before walking off. That's exactly how Euna senior had treated him. He'd been hit with the feeling that she saw him as worthless, time to cut ties. If she hadn't expected anything from the start, fine—but for it to vanish so suddenly left him seething with rage.
"Am I a joke to you? You keep flip-flopping on your own... Toying with me like that—is it fun?"
"No, that's not it. I didn't mean it like that. It was just me, on my own..."
"Yujin senior tells me everything. What I did wrong, what I should do. So I'm not confused. I just have to choose and act. But you? You keep testing the waters without ever saying what you really mean, so how the hell am I supposed to know? I skipped the gym today because of you. My head's been a mess lately—that other world... anyway, everything you said and did kept replaying, suffocating me. And now you just up and decide it's all over on your own? What am I, a fucking idiot? You ask and answer your own questions, say 'you're done,' and that's supposed to wrap it up? Who the hell would buy that? Do you upper-class types just decide shit solo and everyone else's thoughts or feelings don't matter?"
He was right. That's how the elite operated. They decided alone, and that was that. Everyone else just followed. Euna senior, being one of them, had wrapped it up on her own without a thought for Hanyaseong's input.
But now he was grabbing her arm, voicing his opinion. In elite society, that was unthinkable. How dare a subordinate grab the master's arm? Euna senior realized Hanyaseong was so worked up he no longer saw her as upper-class. This was dangerous. Alone in this house with just the two of them, who knew what might happen.
She needed to calm him down first.
"O-okay, I get it. Let's talk it out slowly, then."
"Talk about what?"
"Well, I mean..."
"No more talking needed, I think. I told you—if you come here, I'm doing it."
With that, Hanyaseong wrapped his right arm around Euna senior's waist, scooped her up effortlessly, and headed for the bedroom. She panicked as her body lifted off the ground and she was carried inside.
"W-wait a second!"
His strength was insane. She could feel the rock-hard muscles in his arm. This must've been the power Yujin senior mentioned. He lifted her one-handed like she weighed nothing, striding into the room without breaking a sweat. Euna senior realized his strength was even greater than she'd imagined. No matter how hard she struggled, she wouldn't budge his grip an inch.
With a soft thud, her body hit the bed. Hanyaseong stood before her, staring down with hardened eyes. She was genuinely terrified. The innocent, kind Hanyaseong she'd known now evoked the image of a fearsome predator. A chill ran through her, her pussy quivering inside her panties. Her purity instinct surged, sending shivers down her spine.
"D-don't... We can't do this..."
"Why not? This is what we agreed on."
He yanked off his loose T-shirt in one motion. As his bare torso came into view, Euna senior's jaw dropped in shock. She'd figured he'd have some solid muscles. Yujin had said his body wasn't soft, that it was firm. But this was beyond firm. His upper body rippled with the savage muscles of a fighter—maybe a mixed martial artist. Not perfect yet, but clearly on the path to it. She knew no amount of gym time in a few months could sculpt that. His physique was like a growing leopard's— not the fully matured beast, but one in its prime developmental stage, muscles burgeoning with power.
Yujin had undersold it. No wonder he was so strong. The ordinary Hanyaseong in a T-shirt had transformed into leopard-like Hanyaseong the moment it came off. It was like Clark Kent changing into Superman. Just shedding that one shirt flipped his entire presence 180 degrees.
Hanyaseong eyed his frightened senior and reached for his pants. It was do or die now. He had no intention of going all the way, but after the humiliation, he needed to pay her back a little. He started undoing his belt—when suddenly, Euna senior, sitting on the bed, shrieked.
"Stop! Don't take them off!"
"......Pardon?"
Hanyaseong flinched, slightly deflated. Euna senior, perched on the bed, radiated the aura of the elite.
"If you're gonna go all the way, take them off. If not, leave them on."
"......"
These women were intimidating like this. Yujin senior did it too—sometimes they exuded the unyielding dignity of ancient noblewomen. They weren't simple girls. Just moments ago, Euna senior had been scared out of her wits, but now she'd composed herself, regaining her center. That poise set her apart from ordinary women.
"I'll admit I messed up. I tried to convince myself and leave it at that. But trying to get revenge like this? I'm disappointed. You weren't gonna go through with it anyway."
"How do you know I won't?"
"I can tell from your body. Building a physique like that takes serious dedication—you're not the type to throw it away raping some girl on impulse. You even said you skipped the gym today because of me."
"Well, that's a relief. Wouldn't want to go down for man-nequin."
"Man-nequin?"
"The club president's face. But it's different now that you're here, Euna senior."
She wasn't just some club senior anymore. She'd reverted to her true self, the elite Jang Euna. Her sharp yell had summoned the upper-class version once more.