Across The Pornhwa Verse

They pulled into the small, dimly lit convenience store where Nam Juho worked, the flickering neon sign buzzing faintly in the quiet night. The air smelled of asphalt and late-night fried food, a strange yet familiar comfort. Inside, the cool blast of air-conditioning greeted them as they walked past the shelves lined with instant noodles, cigarettes, and cheap liquor. Juho barely glanced up from his phone as they grabbed a few cans of beer and paid, his usual disinterested nod serving as a silent farewell.

The drive back was peaceful, the streets mostly empty, save for the occasional car passing by. The city lights cast a soft glow through the windshield, and the hum of the engine filled the comfortable silence between them.

Back at the apartment, they settled on the couch, cracking open their drinks. The first sip was crisp and refreshing, the alcohol a slow burn down their throats. The conversation was light—teasing, laughter, the kind of talk that didn't require much thought.

But after just one can, Yeo Juyeon was already swaying, her head lolling against the couch. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy as she blinked up at him lazily.

Travis sighed, setting his drink down with a soft clink. "Lightweight," he muttered, shaking his head as he stood. Without much effort, he scooped her up, carrying her with ease to her apartment next door. Her body was warm against his, her soft breaths brushing against his neck.

Inside, he gently placed her onto the bed, brushing stray strands of hair from her face. He turned to leave, but before he could take a step, a small hand latched onto his wrist.

He barely felt the pull—she wasn't strong enough to actually drag him down. But he let her.

With half-lidded eyes, she reached up, cupping his face with delicate fingers. Then, in a drunken haze, she leaned in and kissed him—brief, soft, and fleeting.

And just as quickly, she passed out.

Travis straightened, looking down at her with amusement. His lips curled into a smirk as he rubbed his thumb across his mouth, lingering on the sensation.

'Tomorrow is certainly going to be a fun day,' he thought, casting one last glance at her before slipping out the door.

Back in his own apartment, he stripped off his shirt, tossing it carelessly onto the bed before reaching for his phone. A new message lit up the screen. He expected it to be Lee Ruri, but his brow lifted slightly when he saw the name instead.

Ha Ye-Jung.

His sugar mama.

She wasn't pleased. The message was short—demanding, almost. She'd been ignored all day, and she wanted attention.

He exhaled through his nose, debating for a moment before typing out a quick reply.

Travis: Come over.

He sent his location without another word, already knowing she would come.

And she did.

A few minutes later, the soft click of heels echoed down the hallway before a knock rapped against his door.

The second he let her in, she pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss, her manicured nails dragging down his chest.

The tension melted away as they fell into bed, hands roaming, lips clashing. It was fast, intense—like lovers who hadn't seen each other in months, even though it had barely been a day.

Tonight, he wouldn't be thinking about anything else.

...

The very next morning, Travis stirred awake to a slow, wet warmth wrapped around his cock. The sensation pulsed through him, dragging him out of sleep with a pleasurable grogginess. His brows furrowed as his body caught up with the feeling, his breath hitching slightly when a tongue curled around his shaft.

He pulled the sheets away, letting the morning light spill onto the bed, and what he saw made his cock throb even harder.

Ha Ye-Jung was between his legs, her lips stretched around his thick length, her head bobbing with a lazy yet eager rhythm. Her long, dark hair cascaded over his thighs, tickling his skin as she worked. Her deep brown eyes flicked up to meet his, glistening with a mischievous glint, and she let out a sultry hum, the vibrations shooting straight to his core.

Travis smirked, enjoying the sight of her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her warm saliva coating every inch of him. But as much as he wanted to enjoy the moment, his mind wandered elsewhere.

He reached for his phone on the nightstand, unlocking it with one hand while the other casually brushed through Ye-Jung's silky hair. A notification sat at the top of his screen, making his lips twitch in amusement.

Lee Ruri: Good morning.

His work from the previous day had paid off. She'd texted him first. That alone told him he had her attention.

'Well, how should I go about this?' he thought, eyes scanning her message.

Truth be told, he wasn't sure what Lee Ruri truly liked about the protagonist in the original story. But considering his different approach had already worked in his favor, there was no reason to change strategies now. He'd continue playing the role of the cool, attractive guy—the type she couldn't resist.

He typed out his response quickly.

Travis: Who's this?

Across town, at work, Lee Ruri glanced at her phone during a short break. Seeing his message, she blinked in surprise before a soft pink hue dusted her cheeks. She hadn't expected him to reply so soon.

Her fingers hovered over the screen before she typed back.

Lee Ruri: It's the girl from the store yesterday.

The moment her reply came through, Travis chuckled. She was quick. That was a good sign.

Travis: Oh, I remember. So, what's up? You at work now?

Lee Ruri sat at her desk, twirling a pen between her fingers as she typed back.

Lee Ruri: Yes. What about you?

Travis glanced down at Ha Ye-Jung, whose mouth was still stuffed full of his cock, her tongue gliding along his sensitive veins. The sight was almost enough to make him laugh out loud.

Travis: Nothing much. You know, I couldn't get you out of my mind yesterday. I thought you'd never text me.

Ruri bit her lip, rereading his words. She hesitated before responding, feeling a strange warmth in her chest.

Lee Ruri: Sorry, I was very busy with work and all. But I saved your number when you gave it to me, if that makes you feel any better.

She stared at her own text for a moment, then second-guessed it. The wording felt a little too eager.

After a moment, she backspaced part of the message and sent a simpler version instead.

Lee Ruri: Sorry, I was very busy with work and all. Didn't have time.

Travis smirked at the change. He could tell she'd hesitated. It meant she was thinking about how she came across to him. That was a good sign—it meant she cared.

Travis: It's fine. So, when are we going to hang out? I'm curious why a special girl like you is working such a lame job.

Lee Ruri: It's not a lame job! I, for one, enjoy working there! 😤

He chuckled, shaking his head.

Travis: 😅 Didn't mean to offend you. So, when you wanna hang?

Lee Ruri tapped her nails against her desk, contemplating.

Lee Ruri: How about at 5 when I clock out?

Travis: Sounds great.

With that settled, Travis put his phone back down, shifting his focus to the woman between his legs.

His thoughts briefly drifted to the strange relationship between Ha Ye-Jung and Lee Ruri. Technically, they were mother and daughter, but even in the original manhwa, there was no real resemblance between them. They likely weren't blood-related, which explained the situations they ended up in.

'Then again, these kinds of scenes exist in most pornhwas these days. I'm starting to think Koreans aren't much different from the Japanese. At least Korean pornhwas don't include high school students—except for Queen Bee, I guess…'

His grip tightened slightly in Ha Ye-Jung's hair, guiding her movements as he let out a pleased sigh.

"Damn, you really don't get tired, do you?" he murmured, watching her tongue glide along his length.

She pulled back just enough to flash him a teasing smirk, her lips glistening. "And why would I? You taste way too good."

His cock twitched at her words, and she giggled before taking him back into her mouth, working him with slow, deliberate strokes.

Travis leaned back, arms resting behind his head as he prepared to enjoy the morning properly.

TO BE CONTINUED