Chapter 97
“Don't you hate dealing with me as the club president?”
“That's just a mask. Now I see it clearly. Senior Eun-ah, you have a split personality.”
“That's harsh. It's not like that. I just act differently depending on who I'm dealing with. Otherwise, it's hard to fit in at home and school.”
Senior Eun-ah let out a sigh and got off the bed, her hand brushing the sheets for a moment.
“Did you do it with Yujin in this bed?”
“Yeah.”
“Must've been nice.”
Seeing Senior Eun-ah's true face, she was no easy woman. There was a glimpse of the kind of poise that could one day make her the wife of a chaebol heir. It was worlds apart from her club president persona. No, both were her—but the hidden side was far more aggressive, far more guarded. That club president facade was the deeply concealed one. If she just dressed up glamorously in her true form, she'd draw eyes anywhere. The traces of her upper-class upbringing were impossible to ignore.
Jang Eun-ah straightened her clothes and headed to the living room. Hanyaseong slipped on a T-shirt and followed.
The rape talk, the frenzy—it was all gone now. The excitement had faded, the emotional outburst spent. Only a heavy solemnity lingered in the living room.
Senior Eun-ah sat on the sofa and spoke up.
“My situation is different from Yujin's. That's why it's too much for you to handle.”
“How so?”
“Yujin's dad won't blow up too badly if you two fool around. He'll probably just give you a beating and call it a day. Unless Yujin gets pregnant or something and insists on marrying you, Uncle won't turn you into a cripple and kill you. That's why Yujin can meet you so freely. If he objects, she just stops seeing you, end of story. But I'm different. Me even associating with you is a problem—and if something happens in the process, you could be dead that same day. Depending on how serious it is...”
She glanced at Hanyaseong.
“If you rape me, or if we get too deep and you take my virginity, you can kiss your life goodbye. That's how chaebol upper crust works. They don't blink at death. They just don't get their own hands dirty—they let others do the bleeding for them. And my dad? He's worse. He'll sic gangsters on you, bury you alive, or stuff you in a barrel and dump you in the ocean. One word from him, and it's done. No need to lift a finger himself.”
Hanyaseong listened silently for now. Senior Eun-ah continued.
“Chaebols sit at the top of the food chain. Dramas make it look glamorous, but reality is uglier, more vicious. If you threaten their interests, they'll mobilize cops, prosecutors, media, politicians—anything and everything—to bury you completely. People don't know, so they can trash-talk. Ignorance is bliss. But get close enough, and you'll be too scared to utter a word. The ones who fear chaebols are those living right next to them—they know the truth up close. Like how I fear my dad. But he's not publicly known as some terrifying figure. Just a greedy businessman. That's because the world doesn't see the real him. I do. That's why I can't do anything about it. I've just come to terms with reality. No matter how I think about it, you can't beat my dad. Earlier, I thought if you fought and died, oh well. But not anymore. You're special, sure, but not that special. What I've seen of you is still immature. Give it a few decades, maybe. Right now? No chance. That's why I'm giving up.”
Hanyaseong had to admit that much. He was still unfinished.
“Is your dad really that scary?”
“Yeah. Terrifying. And insanely greedy too. The world doesn't know that side. Back in the day, he smashed a subordinate's head with an ashtray for screwing up. I saw it in our living room as a kid. Blood dripping everywhere... and the guy still groveled for forgiveness. That kind of thing happened all the time. Stuff the world never hears about. And the greed—he's bedded tons of decent-looking female employees. It's infamous even in our circles. He made headlines in his youth for drug-fueled sex parties with actresses. You might've heard. In the '90s, it involved some huge stars—big scandal for a while.”
He vaguely recalled it. Something about chaebol heirs on drugs orgying with famous actresses.
“That's the kind of trash my dad is. But I can't defy him. I can't even imagine what he'd do to me if I tried. It's too frightening. Now, if you mess with a girl like me? Can you picture it? You'd die horribly.”
Hanyaseong figured as much. Senior Eun-ah's dad clearly didn't give a damn about laws. Just hire hitmen—plenty of scum out there for the right price. No need to get hands-on.
Facing that reality head-on, Hanyaseong felt a chill, but he didn't want to end it here.
“Still, I don't want to go back to how things were. Just senior-junior? Nah, not anymore.”
“Why?”
“Hurts my pride. Feels like I'm running away defeated. I haven't even met your dad yet. Hell, I haven't even touched you properly, and I'm already backing off? No thanks.”
“But you tried to push me away at school.”
“That was just laziness. No prep, out of nowhere... Figured getting tangled with you would complicate things, so I dodged. But now? It's different. You looking down on me pisses me off.”
“I'm not looking down on you. I'm just saying my dad's that scary.”
“Scary or not...”
Hanyaseong chuckled. Scarier than the forest beyond their world? Please. At worst, it was human. Her dad might be fearsome, but he was just a man. That other world? No telling what lurked beyond the trees. Not mere humans. Monstrous horrors, aliens? Ghosts beyond imagination. True terror and dread waited there. That's why he'd been stalling with wooden sword drills and crossbow practice, excuses for not venturing in. And she feared her dad? Laughable. Compared to that forest's horrors, he was just mildly intimidating.
“I avoided you not because of your dad. Too much hassle. Haven't even joined the elite yet—didn't want fights dragging me down.”
“You really plan to become upper crust?”
“Yeah. Made up my mind. You just lit a bigger fire under me.”
Hanyaseong scooted closer and sat beside her. Jang Eun-ah tensed, shifting away slightly. For some reason, he loomed enormous. Not the kid from before. An inexplicable, massive aura emanated from him. Immense confidence too.
Is this what Yujin saw?
Looking again, he was no ordinary guy. Jang Eun-ah's heart pounded. Excitement, anticipation. Somehow, it felt like he could conquer her terrifying father. Like a d'Artagnan charging in on horseback to whisk her from that stifling prison of a home.
Gazing at Hanyaseong, Jang Eun-ah swallowed hard. When did he become like this? First time she saw him, just an average freshman guy. Nothing special, nothing noteworthy. Now? A man radiating unknown, unyielding strength. No wonder Choi Yujin gave herself to him. If he wanted it now, she might not resist either.
Her pussy throbbed, growing slick.
She's trembling.
Hanyaseong could sense it. Jang Eun-ah pretending composure while quivering inside. Upper-class girl or not, she was still a woman. Senior Choi Yujin was elite too, but she'd squirted and lost it. Strip 'em bare, and women were all the same—highborn or not. No difference. Give Eun-ah the same, and she'd gush too.
Confidence swelled; Hanyaseong grinned. Upper-class women seemed impressive clothed, but naked? Nothing special. The hard part was getting them that way. Near impossible. If it were easy, every guy would be a player. But women—especially elite ones—didn't strip for just anyone.