Chapter 99
Jang Eun-ah had never once thought herself inferior to Choi Yu-jin. Sure, Yu-jin had the edge in looks, but she didn't see it as an insurmountable gap. If she just dolled herself up properly, she'd grab attention in a heartbeat. Yu-jin was pretty by nature, but she really knew how to play it up.
A flicker of rivalry stirred in her. She didn't want to steal Choi Yu-jin's Han Ya-seong, but she wouldn't mind pulling a little of his affection her way.
So Jang Eun-ah glanced at Han Ya-seong.
"So, what do you want me to do about it? Hand over a Jang Eun-ah free use ticket or something?"
"Well... I mean, since I couldn't even hit the gym because of you, Senior Eun-ah... maybe just a tiny bit of... compensation..."
"Spit it out straight! Don't beat around the bush!"
"Give me a one-hour free use ticket!"
Han Ya-seong said it boldly. It was a Hail Mary anyway—if it worked, great; if not, whatever. He'd just jerk off to porn later.
But Senior Jang Eun-ah's response was unexpected.
"That'll do it?"
"Huh?"
Was she seriously offering one? A free use ticket? A grave resolve settled on Senior Eun-ah's face.
"But you know, right? I have to protect my purity."
"Got it. I'll keep it tame."
Just cop a feel of her tits, sneak a peek at her ass... that'd be plenty. Han Ya-seong had no plans to push further.
But Jang Eun-ah went way too far.
"No penetration. Purity comes first."
"Huh?"
"Nothing going straight in. Everything else is fair game..."
"......"
Han Ya-seong's dick sprang to full attention. What the hell? This was some gullible pushover scenario. He'd aimed for mild compensation, and now she was greenlighting everything except insertion.
Senior Eun-ah looked like a total sucker. No, naive as hell. It reminded him of himself before sleeping with Senior Yu-jin.
Like a woman with anxiety disorder, Jang Eun-ah clasped her hands, fidgeting with her fingers.
"Nothing beyond that. If that's the deal, I'll give you one ticket."
"For real?"
"Didn't you ask for it?"
Jang Eun-ah stared back instead. Seeing that, Han Ya-seong burst out laughing.
"Ahaha, hahahaha..."
Senior Eun-ah was genuinely innocent. Maybe even more than him. She seemed clueless about sex. Couldn't predict a thing he'd do. Her naivety bordered on adorable. The upper-class girl's sexual innocence was almost comical.
As Han Ya-seong laughed freely, Jang Eun-ah felt a twinge of annoyance.
"Why are you laughing, Ya-seong?"
It felt like he was mocking her lack of experience, stirring shame. Jang Eun-ah harbored an inferiority complex about her virginity. Like the insecurity of a virgin guy.
She assumed Han Ya-seong was ridiculing her inexperience. But no.
"No, it's just... you're so cute, Senior Eun-ah."
"What..."
Hearing "cute" from someone two years younger made Jang Eun-ah's face flush red. She didn't hate it. No one had ever called her that before. Well, Yu-jin had teased her with it, but from a guy? First time. From a younger guy, no less.
Feeling both pleased and embarrassed, Jang Eun-ah averted her gaze, pretending otherwise.
Han Ya-seong was convinced: Senior Eun-ah had a different flavor from Senior Yu-jin. He wanted to claim her. He didn't want to let this innocent virgin slip away. Even if he had to share, he'd drench her in his saliva first, leaving invisible marks everywhere.
"Do you even know what that free use ticket means?"
"Just... touching and stuff, right?"
Jang Eun-ah figured he'd grope her breasts or ass a bit. She hadn't imagined more. If she'd known it meant stripping naked, she might've bolted in horror. Her innocence blinded her to how it'd play out. Plus, no direct insertion limited her imagination.
Anyway, Jang Eun-ah didn't overthink it. She'd keep it light, she assumed.
Han Ya-seong pondered. What to do with this naive girl... Before meeting Senior Yu-jin, he'd have played it safe too. Hold hands, a few kisses... maybe sneak a breast grab or ass touch if he got bold.
But now he knew women's true taste. Half-measures just whetted his appetite. He'd need her stripped bare to satisfy. Spread her pussy wide, inspect, fondle, suck it out. Flip her over, part her cheeks, ogle her asshole too.
But with no experience, Senior Eun-ah couldn't fathom it. The issue was their relationship. Just peeking at a senior's pussy as mere underclassmen? Weird.
Like with Senior Yu-jin, complications swirled.
"So what happens to us after?"
"Well..."
Jang Eun-ah was confused too. Crossing those lines meant no ordinary senior-junior dynamic. Dating was impossible. Ignoring it all afterward wouldn't fly either. For that, nothing could've happened.
She finally understood Choi Yu-jin's feelings.
"This is what Yu-jin meant. Can't date you, can't just stay senior-junior."
"We were tangled up back then too. Didn't know what to call our relationship. When I said I'd call when I wanted, she cried, feeling like a call girl."
"I heard. You two played hard to get big time? Ended up like quasi-lovers, texting whenever."
"Should we do the same, Senior Eun-ah?"
"No. I can't go all the way with you."
"Still, with one free use ticket... you know what could happen in that hour?"
"No clue. What're you gonna do?"
Her total lack of experience made Senior Eun-ah painfully innocent. Telling her he'd spread her pussy and suck it, part her ass and check her hole... she'd probably faint. Or that he'd cum in her mouth... no way.
Han Ya-seong's mind churned with conflict.
If he went that far, he'd have to take responsibility. Fight her dad. He didn't plan to lose, but it'd get messy and annoying. Doing nothing kept things simple... Send her home, back to routine. Good for everyone but her.
How frustrated must she be to seek him out? Clinging to a straw. Twenty-two years without a date or guy. He'd been the same. Until twenty, no hand-holds or kisses. It bred gloom and self-loathing. Then Senior Yu-jin flipped it—kisses, sex, confidence, joy.
He wanted to share that joy with Senior Eun-ah. Make her his Han Ya-seong, him her Choi Yu-jin.
Han Ya-seong gave a preemptive warning.
"Hand me that ticket, and your life might change forever, Senior Eun-ah. That okay?"
"What, how big a change..."
She dismissed it as scaremongering. A little touching—what's the big deal?
Jang Eun-ah was naive, but groping didn't faze her much. High school subway pervs had copped feels; it annoyed her then, but now it was a thrilling memory. Proxy satisfaction for her urges. Mild touches only—if it'd been assault, it'd scar her deeper into purity.
Han Ya-seong dropped persuading the naive girl. No reason to refuse when she offered. He wanted her body too. Rental or not, one hour to do everything but insert.
But the relationship...
"After using the ticket, what's our deal? How do we handle that?"
"Up to you. Everything depends on what you do. I can't do a thing."
"So if I have to fight your dad, you won't stop me."
"I'll respect your choice. But... it doesn't sit right."
"Think I'll lose?"
"Yeah. My dad's a massive wall. Perfect upper-class elite. Not someone you can take down."
"Maybe now. But no guarantees later. I'll join the elite too."
"Take thirty years."
"Ten at most."
Han Ya-seong eyed a max of ten years. Time to scout beyond the forest sooner. He'd planned more prep, but no more delays. To claim and protect Senior Eun-ah, he needed results fast.