Chapter 507: Car Sex[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 507: Car Sex[R-18]
The scent of citrus in the car, mingled with Senior Ju-hee’s own subtle musk, tickled my nose.
Contrary to the heat that felt like it would melt my tongue, Ju-hee’s kisses were somewhat stiff. I’d heard her say quite often that no matter how many times we did it, she couldn't help but tense up.
“Mmm, nngh.”
That was why, when I was with her, we usually started by slowly loosening up like this.
It’s a bit like exercising.
You have to stretch before a workout, right? For us, sex was the same.
“Haa...”
I had tried various ways to relax Ju-hee’s stiffened body. Usually, a deep, lingering kiss was the most effective.
If I tried to use my hands while she was still tense, it felt like I was forcing myself on her, and trying to talk her out of her nerves didn't really work either. It was a delicate boundary.
Actually, once the tongues are involved, it’s basically already started.
But it felt like we had a slightly different understanding of it. It was as if everyone thought we hadn't crossed the line yet.
For instance, Choi I-seo would occasionally give me a deep, passionate kiss out of nowhere, only to say, “It’s not like we’re having sex.”
Because of that, there had been a lot of debate among us for a while about whether a French kiss counted as sex or not.
I even searched the internet because of that.
I was surprised to find there were so many different types of kisses. Anyway, it was determined back then that it was literally just the prelude and not the act itself.
“Woo, phew...”
As our lips parted, a faint breath escaped her.
We held eye contact for a moment, and I wanted to get some confirmation from her.
“Are you ready?”
“...”
Her eyes trembled. She didn't answer, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I realized I’d made a mistake.
Oh, right. The speech style.
We had agreed I would speak informally.
I wondered if it was really necessary, but surprisingly, things like this are quite important in a sexual relationship. Just changing how you address each other or the way you speak can breathe new life into a relationship that’s fallen into a rut.
Of course, we hadn't reached that point yet, but still. Think of it as seasoning.
“Can I start?”
Aware of my role as the 'Young Master,' I corrected my speech and asked. She shook her head.
“N-not yet.”
It was a request to loosen her up more, but we didn't have that much time. If we weren't careful, we might end up doing nothing but kissing.
But well, it was what she wanted.
I leaned in and kissed her again.
As if she had been waiting, she tangled her tongue with mine. Seeing how she was already melting into me like jelly, it seemed she really just wanted to kiss.
I pulled my lips away slightly and gave her a smile.
“You lied, didn't you?”
“I-I’m sorry.”
She confessed honestly. Her embarrassed face was cute, but now I didn't think I could hold back anymore.
Our noses were almost touching. At my words, Ju-hee’s eyes widened, and then she gave a small nod.
*
The importance of location.
I realized once again how crucial the sense of immorality could be.
The atmosphere is insane.
Sitting in the backseat, I watched Senior Ju-hee as she straddled me and moved busily.
A rich young master doesn't move. He just waits for pleasure to find him.
Well, that’s the concept, anyway.
It’s fun to play along with a concept like this. Of course, the moment you cross the line, the mood can turn sour instantly.
For example, I remembered when Yoo Ah-rin was doing a bunny girl cosplay. I teased her to act cute, and she immediately flipped me off, saying, “Don't cross the line, meow.”
And when Choi I-seo was panting and telling me to make her do anything, I asked her to order some chicken, and I got smacked immediately.
It was important to read the mood and go with the flow.
I have a general idea of her boundaries, though.
“Haa-ugh! Ahh!”
I racked my brain while looking at her back as she moved rhythmically above me. Since we were having car sex, I felt like trying something a bit different. Especially since she was the one who set the concept first, wouldn't she follow my lead even if I went a little overboard?
But why is she showing me her back?
It was nice having her on top of me in the backseat. It felt good watching her move so hard. But the way she avoided my gaze made me feel a strange sense of stubbornness.
Is she shy?
I wondered what there was to be shy about after doing it so many times, but I didn't say anything, feeling a bit bad for her since she was working so hard.
“...”
I gave her a little nudge, moving my hips upward to match her rhythm.
“Ah-hng?!”
Her reaction was more intense than I expected. She tightened around me; it seemed she was quite excited too.
Feeling my movement, she slowly stopped her hips. Instead of sitting down on me, she used her leg strength to hover, like she was doing a wall sit. It seemed like sitting all the way down made it go too deep, and she was struggling to handle it.
“Y-Young Master?”
“Yeah?”
Ju-hee turned her head to look at me, her face flushed red. Her hair, matted with sweat, gave off a strong sense of exhaustion.
“I will... do it.”
“...”
“The Young Master just... needs to enjoy—hng! It—! Haa!”
With that, she started moving again. This was actually getting me really worked up.
“It... it got bigger—?!”
She gasped, placing her hands on the cushions of the driver and passenger seats for support. Her body leaned forward as she breathed heavily. Even so, she kept moving, not wanting to keep me waiting.
But if we kept going like this, Choi I-hyun would definitely arrive before we were done.
I reached out and grabbed both of Ju-hee’s breasts as she moved.
“Y-Young Master?!”
“Why? You don't like it? Can't I do what I want?”
At my slightly forceful words, she squeezed me hard before relaxing. Did she like that line?
“No... Y-you can do whatever you want.”
At her words, I pulled her toward me so she could lean against me completely.
“Ah-hng?!”
One moment she was moving busily, and the next, she was draped over me while I kneaded her breasts. Her sweat-slicked back pressed against my chest.
She seemed to have no strength left to move her hips, so she stayed still. I squeezed her breasts and toyed with her nipples, urging her to move.
“Ha... aaah, Young Master—!”
When I finally licked her neck, she started moving again. Since the posture had changed, her movements were a bit awkward, but it seemed to be the best she could do.
“It’s... deep, ahh!”
Earlier, she had been controlling the depth herself, but now that she was leaning on me, it ended up going in as deep as possible. With me holding her breasts, she couldn't even try to pull away.
“W-wait—! Just a second, Woo-jin—!”
Eventually, she grabbed my wrists as I was kneading her chest. Normally, I wouldn't be able to overpower her, of course.
But I was different now.
I gripped her breasts as if holding them hostage. When she tried to pull away, her breasts were tugged forward, and her eyes went wide at the rush of pleasure.
“Ah-hng?! L-let go!”
I gripped even harder at her plea. It might have hurt a little, but I couldn't help it.
“I-hyun is going to be here soon.”
“Hngh?!”
At my words, the strength left her arms. She hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip and asked.
“H-how much longer do you think it will take?”
Her tone had softened. I met her eyes as she turned to look at me.
“I don't know. But if we really work at it, I think we can finish quickly.”
Ju-hee was being quite provocative. Between her earlier efforts and how much she had worked me up just now, I was nearing my limit.
“Phew, haaa...”
She took a deep breath. With a determined expression, like a runner about to start a relay race, she nodded.
“P-please, finish it quickly.”
“...Really?”
“Yes, I-hyun will be—ah-hng-gh?!”
As I tensed my thighs and thrust upward, her eyes widened in surprise and she let out a cry. She had said she would use a pillow to muffle her moans, but the pillow was already rolling around on the floor.
“Ah! Wait! Haa-ah! Just a second—!”
She screamed, frantically telling me to stop. I felt the connection point getting rapidly wetter, but I decided to just attribute it to sweat and keep going.
“Be a little... quiet—!”
As I moved my hips, she cried out tearfully.
“S-slowly! Please, ah-ugh! Hngh!”
The car was high-end, so the seats were excellent. It felt almost like being on a bed.
“Y-Young—! I hate it—!”
Her moans, bordering on screams, filled the car, but I didn't stop. There was a time limit, but we couldn't be too loud either.
“Quiet—!”
I reached out one hand to cover her mouth while I drove my hips home with brute force.
“Mmph! Mmm-ph!”
It wasn't just sex; it was an act of release. It wasn't a time for communion, but a moment where I poured all of my raw, one-sided desire into her.
And a short while later.
As I was hurriedly trying to wake the disheveled Ju-hee, who was leaning against me as if broken, a message arrived.
It was from Oh Yun-ji, telling me that Choi I-hyun had seen the car shaking, taken the hint, and just gone home.