Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Replaceable Woman? (2)
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“You don’t have to give me a ride.”
“It’s fine. I owe you one.”
“It wasn’t really that big a deal, honestly.”
“It was kind of important to me.”
Park Won-jun was chatting with Lee Cha-rin, the freshman, inside his car.
Cha-rin had a pure, cute face.
She was a rabbit-like beauty, especially charming with her prominent front teeth.
‘She’s a bit of a hassle.’
Won-jun felt a slight pang of regret as he drove.
He’d approached her much like he had with Park Si-young.
Complimented her necklace. Said he wanted to buy one as a gift for someone and asked where it was from.
That opened the conversation, leading to talk about department stores and things girls like.
Mentioned he had to go alone and had no one to join him.
Offered to buy her lunch. And so on.
The usual script.
“Thanks for today.”
“Here, Cha-rin. Take this.”
“Huh? Why this?”
Won-jun handed her the Cartier necklace shopping bag she’d picked out at the department store.
It was twenty times more expensive than the one around her neck.
“Th-this? Senior...”
“I just wanted to. I was planning to go back anyway.”
“It’s too expensive.”
“It’s fine. I can afford it.”
It didn’t even amount to half his daily earnings.
No issue at all.
Though for a non-rich 20-year-old college girl, it was a different story.
“Seriously...”
“It’s okay. I’ll feel worse if you don’t take it.”
“Thank you. Drive safe.”
“Yeah, see you at school.”
Even as they parted, Cha-rin bowed stiffly with a tense expression.
‘So easy.’
It wasn’t about demanding she spread her legs for luxury gifts.
Just planting a sense of debt and gratitude to keep the connection alive.
She wouldn’t easily refuse a slightly pushy request later.
Didn’t matter. There were plenty of ways to exploit that brief hesitation.
Of course, she could firmly refuse and return the gift.
Si-young from before had been a lucky case too.
‘If it doesn’t work, oh well.’
Take it or leave it.
There were plenty of women, and Won-jun didn’t have a “I must have this one” mindset except for Park Min-ju.
Si-young had the huge plus of being fresh off a breakup with her new boyfriend, so he’d been a bit obsessed.
But Cha-rin was just another pretty girl.
If not, then not.
His financial security and low work stress gave him the edge.
He alternated between Seoul and Busan towers but earned over ten million won a day.
What about floors 40 or 50 later?
His future income was unpredictable.
But one thing was certain: it would be dazzlingly bright.
“Hm...”
Thinking of Si-young made Won-jun miss her again.
He should text her.
“Traffic’s bad on weekends, as expected. What now?”
“We left with plenty of time, so it’s good.”
“You’re so positive.”
“Ahahaha.”
Weekend afternoon.
Park Won-jun had picked up Park Si-young for a date and they were on the move.
But today, her laughter and reactions felt oddly awkward.
Plus, slightly heavier makeup and perfume.
Definitely different from before.
“You come to Apgujeong often?”
“Not really... I just noticed your face lights up when you come here.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. I don’t really know what girls like, so I’ve gotta match you.”
“...Thank you.”
Si-young said, looking sheepish.
Today was tense.
She’d clearly seen her classmate Lee Cha-rin in Won-jun’s car last time.
Even as a woman, Cha-rin had the looks men would like. Si-young couldn’t help but care.
‘Yeah, that’s it.’
Was her anxiety making her impatient?
Impatience led to one conclusion: she needed to try harder.
Won-jun liked her as a woman.
So she had to put in more effort as one.
Thoughts that would’ve mortified her before, but Si-young had changed.
“Can we splurge a bit today?”
“Huh?”
“I wanna pad my VIP sales. Bags are pricey, right? Let’s get you a couple more while we’re here.”
“N-no, still...”
“It’s fine. Money’s not an issue.”
Won-jun said confidently.
Si-young was stunned watching his ease.
How many college guys could say that?
“Oh, pretty. And not cheap—perfect.”
“Haha... yeah?”
After buying two bags, Si-young’s hands trembled holding the bags.
‘For real?’
She couldn’t believe it.
Two luxury bags over five million won each—now she had three total.
She could ponder which designer bag to carry each day, like SNS celebs.
“While we’re here, grab some clothes and makeup too. Bringing a girl really boosts sales.”
“The bags are already amazing... I feel bad.”
“Then feel bad and pick the expensive ones.”
Won-jun spending properly.
Seoul floors were higher, but Busan was climbing too, so daily earnings rose.
Money was no burden for him now.
“Good?”
“Delicious.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Fine dining in Cheongdam-dong.
Si-young nodded, savoring the gourmet meal.
A place she’d dreamed of in high school was now routine with Won-jun.
She even worried if saying sorry for his spending sounded rude.
‘Hmm.’
Won-jun observed Si-young.
She seemed to be watching his reactions today.
Usually meant either prepping an apology for a slip-up or fretting over losing interest.
Given her personality, she wouldn’t have accepted gifts if the former. So, the latter.
‘Wasn’t entirely unintentional.’
Give first, take later. His current strategy.
And it was working on Si-young faster than expected.
No need to hold back then.
“The hotel I booked looks nice. Look forward to it.”
“...Yeah.”
Si-young beamed and nodded at Won-jun’s words.
“Si-young, you’ve got a sneaky good figure.”
“Ahahaha, really?”
Still that awkward laugh.
Park Si-young walked to the bed after showering.
Of course, Won-jun was half-joking. Even with her 20-year-old premium, past the slimness, not many standout features.
Hips weren’t bad, ass was decent to grab?
‘A shame.’
Won-jun wanted to try a busty girl too, but hadn’t met one with a pretty face and huge tits yet.
Park Min-ju and Si-young were great-looking. Lee Cha-rin, whom he was building up, was a beauty but not busty.
Time for some compromise?
“Oh, Si-young.”
“Yeah?”
“You know Cha-rin from our department?”
“Cha-rin?”
“You close with her?”
“Wh-why?”
Si-young panicked at Lee Cha-rin’s name.
“Just said hi recently. Seems nice.”
“Ah... We’re not that close yet.”
“Really?”
Won-jun looked indifferent. Si-young was serious.
‘Why?’
This fling-like thing aside, Won-jun had said she was special, that he wished he’d met her first.
Was he targeting Cha-rin too?
Was her self-assessment as his side piece wrong?
“...”
“Si-young? What’s up?”
“Nothing.”
But what was the point now? She was too used to Won-jun.
Pulling away would just make her actions so far pathetic. She had to hold on.
“Hey, senior.”
“Hm?”
Si-young shed her robe and climbed onto the bed like a cat. Won-jun replied with the gentlest eyes.
“Can I call you oppa from now on?”
“Oppa? Sure.”
“Thank you.”
“...”
‘What’s with her?’
Won-jun couldn’t read Si-young’s mind. But clearly, she was catering to him.
Time to enjoy properly today.
Were there easier women to handle than one watching your every mood?
“Oppa, I’ll do a good job this time.”
“...Do what?”
“Hehe.”
Smiling, but the tremor was undeniable. Still, Si-young forced her lips up and approached Won-jun’s dick.
“I sucked too bad last time, right?”
“First time, it happens.”
“I’ll do it right today.”
“Yeah?”
Won-jun smirked.
He didn’t know why, but Si-young was fun today.
“Haa.”
Won-jun lay back leisurely, hands behind his head.
Si-young gripped his dick and slowly licked it with her tongue.
“...”
Amateur skills.
But he savored it as part of her fresh charm.
The thrill was more in watching a pretty girl lick his dick than the sensation.
“Oppa’s is so big and cool.”
“Yeah? Last time you hated sucking it, Si-young.”
“No!”
Si-young shook her head emphatically.
“Ah, it’s getting tasty the more I suck.”
“...”
Si-young’s bold move. Won-jun barely held back a burst of laughter.
‘Glad I met her today.’
Won-jun thought he had a good eye for women.
“Now put it in your mouth.”
“Okay...”
Si-young caught her breath, then slowly took his dick in.
She’d do it right today, jaw be damned.
“Slurp, slurp.”
“Good girl.”
Way worse than Min-ju.
But Won-jun went into teacher-praise mode.
He didn’t expect much from Si-young. Fellatio was fun, but today’s goal was pounding her hard.
“Good, that’s better.”
“Haa...”
Si-young pulled off and covered her mouth with her hand.
Trembling fingers. She fought back the nausea.
Even clean and scentless, sucking a man’s piss organ wasn’t easy.
“Lie down.”
“Y-yeah...”
Si-young lay back slowly.
She’d steeled herself, but that huge dick would pound her again today.
It’d hurt like tearing.
“Ahng! Haa.”
Won-jun caressed her body.
‘Driving me crazy.’
Si-young lay feeling the pleasure.
Insertion hurt last time, but a man loosening her body wasn’t bad.
A taboo thrill of crossing forbidden lines, but instinct drew her in.
“You’re so wet today.”
“...Embarrassing.”
Won-jun stroked her pussy.
Missionary, right before insertion. Si-young squeezed her eyes shut.
She’d tried, but the painful entry wasn’t smile-worthy. Worse than a shot.
“Aang!”
“Relax.”
Won-jun pushed in the tip slowly.
Squelch, squelch.
“Ang! Aaaang!”
“Hoo, fuck, good.”
His massive dick dwarfed her entrance.
But women’s bodies evolved for it, and Won-jun reveled.
Watching her pretty face and toes from above while slamming his superior cock.
His favorite position.
Flesh slapping, wet sounds—music.
“Gonna cum.”
“Aang! Out—”
“Hm?”
“C-cum inside!”
Si-young started to say outside but relented, fearing to irk him.
Scary, but she’d prepared the pill.
“...”
‘A shame.’
They weren’t quite synced this time.
For a promising 20-year-old, creampie from a non-fiancé felt iffy.
Won-jun planned it anyway, but her lack of even token resistance left him wanting.
Like beating a game boss in one hit—no fun.
Squelch, squelch.
“Haa, haa.”
Si-young’s words and actions mismatched.
She’d said cum, but couldn’t watch his load flood her womb.
She’d seen his volume last time. Imagining it filling her kept her eyes shut.
“Lots came out.”
Won-jun laughed, wiping her pussy with tissue. Her pussy spat out an absurd amount too.
“Last time was once, but you’re too pretty today—one’s not enough.”
“Ah, hahaha.”
Si-young laughed awkwardly.
‘I can do one more.’
It hurt, but bearable.
Trained by countless sessions with Min-ju, and adapting to Won-jun’s skill focused on her pleasure over his.
Her body now accepted sex with him as pain-mixed pleasure, not just agony.
“Already hard again.”
“...”
Won-jun’s dick erect while she rested briefly.
Second round time.
“Wanna suck?”
“Huh?”
“You did earlier.”
“Ah...”
Si-young froze.
Sex starting with fellatio. Twice wasn’t impossible.
‘It’s got cum on it?’
But now his dick was messy with semen. Her juices too, but she couldn’t ignore it.
“Th-that.”
“Clean it with your mouth, Si-young.”
“Clean?”
“Yeah.”
Si-young’s pupils shook.
‘This is it.’
Won-jun finally felt the thrill.
Said it was tasty earlier, but licking cum was too much.
Yes, that’s a woman.
She should hate sucking a cum-coated dick.
That’s what made conquest meaningful. Without this flavor, better a skilled, busty hooker.
“Ah, okay.”
Si-young grabbed tissues from the drawer.
“Si-young, I said mouth.”
“...Yeah.”
“Never mind. Sigh.”
Won-jun sighed, wiping the tip himself.
“Sorry.”
“Suck.”
Won-jun’s voice turned curt.
He wasn’t mad. Eh, it happens.
But with her groveling cutely, how not to exploit?
Wiping with tissue was mercy for her teary expression.
Her lips quivered.
Should’ve sucked despite the cum. She’d disappointed him. Points deducted?
Still, suck first. Give her best now.
‘Smells.’
Even wiped, the scent lingered.
No longer just body wash—now cum-scented dick.
But she had to suck. Refusing would collapse her world.
Bzzz!
“Hm?”
“Ah!”
Si-young’s heart dropped.
Her phone vibrated.
Bzzz!
Kept ringing.
“Sorry.”
Si-young tried to stop.
“Who is it?”
“...”
“Hm?”
“Boyfriend...”
Won-jun smirked inwardly.
“I’ll hang up quick. Wait.”
“Answer.”
“Huh?”
“Answer, Si-young.”
“But.”
“Suck while answering. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it quiet.”
“Oppa.”
“Say you’re eating. Don’t say call later.”
“...”
“Don’t hang first, got it?”
Face on the verge of tears.
But with Won-jun’s huge dick right there, she answered.
“H-hello?”
—Yeah, Si-young.
Won-jun grinned.
‘No way.’
She’d promised that boy on the phone. Couldn’t let him know his girl was sucking another man’s dick.
Won-jun kept his promises, in his way.