New Ride, and Feelings
#18
Kim Ji-hyun was heading to work in the morning for the first time in a while, riding in a Benz chauffeured by a driver instead of driving herself. She tuned the radio while checking her makeup in a hand mirror, putting the finishing touches on her face.
By day, Kim Ji-hyun lived as the star attorney of BG Law Firm, a powerhouse where just mentioning her name guaranteed victory in any trial—a woman who had it all, beyond even the envy of the rich.
She usually drove herself to work in her tuned BMW, but today was different. As soon as they pulled up to the company, her secretaries waiting out front opened the rear door for her.
Stepping out, Kim Ji-hyun immediately told the driver to roll down the passenger window and murmured something to him. The driver nodded, understanding, and promptly drove off, leaving the exclusive building used solely by BG Law Firm.
"Huh? Ma'am, how are you planning to get home?" one of her secretaries asked, picking up her bag for her.
"Picking up a new car around lunchtime."
Her secretary looked puzzled but escorted her to the executive elevator reserved for the lead attorney.
In the elevator, Kim Ji-hyun asked, "How's that thing with those fucking politicians going?"
"Our legal team met with the judges yesterday. It'll probably go just as you predicted, ma'am."
"Fucking assholes—that's why I hate Korean politics. I defend both sides of the aisle without discrimination, but those bastards... fuck it, corporate law is cleaner anyway."
The secretary listened as Kim Ji-hyun pulled out her vape and took a drag. Stepping out of the elevator, she exhaled a cloud of vapor and strode straight to her office.
Settling into her desk chair, she cranked up the audio system, blasting black metal, then slipped on her reading glasses. She dove into the approval documents her secretary handed over.
"Fire this dumbfuck piece of shit by next week—give him half next year's salary as severance. I gave him every goddamn guide, and he still lost? Unbelievable."
She slashed an X across one document, jotted a note, and passed it back. The secretary flinched.
"Uh... but they said it was an act of God, unavoidable."
"Hey, what about that junior? Public opinion was in the shitter—how the hell did we win the semiconductor case?"
"Understood."
"And this guy... give him a 20% raise at next year's negotiations. He pulled off the win."
The secretary nodded and took the document. The morning meetings were always Kim Ji-hyun's most tedious and irritating time of day. The seniors' excuses piled on top of the juniors' awkwardness, doubling her frustration.
A briefing on a corporate group industrial accident lawsuit was dragging on, not going her way. She chain-vaped furiously, then hammered the desk for ten minutes straight while dishing out feedback. The meeting wrapped up, and she returned to her office.
At lunchtime, she ate with her secretaries and headed to the underground parking garage. There sat a sky-blue BMW M2 G82 body, plastered with Varis and APR aero parts, idling with an exhaust note that vibrated the entire garage.
The man who'd brought it was the owner of Fine Tuning Motors in Bundang.
"Hey, good to see you, Attorney. It's been a while. Sold the M3 just like you wanted."
Kim Ji-hyun smiled faintly and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it for her with a Dupont lighter. She peered inside: a pair of Recaro position bucket seats mounted to a roll cage, KM Performance steering wheel plugged in.
The owner popped the hood, revealing pricey carbon intake, pure turbine, and the B58 engine waiting for her.
"You asked for the exact same setup as our demo car, so it was a bitch to tune."
"Power output?"
"Dyno showed 1020 hp on the conservative side, ma'am."
Kim Ji-hyun's lips curved into a sly grin. Her secretaries buzzed, snapping photos of the car.
It was late by the time she clocked out. She finally bonded with her new BMW M2. Fine Tuning had already broken it in, so all she had to do was floor it.
But as she exited the garage the usual way, the ferocious power sent the rear swinging wildly. Kim Ji-hyun burst out laughing, counter-steered smoothly, and drifted up the curved ramp to the surface.
Once topside, the barrier lifted, and she hurled the car into a slide onto the main road, merging with traffic. She swung by home briefly to change, grabbing her racing shoes and gloves before hopping back into the G82.
She hit the Inner Circular Road and tore off. In a short straight through the tunnel, the G82 neared 300 kph. Kim Ji-hyun grinned, slamming the race-spec caliper brakes to shed speed.
Exiting the tunnel into a downhill left-hander, she accelerated again, testing cornering speed. As velocity built, the front started to push. She modulated the throttle to settle the chassis and cleared the corner cleanly.
Looping the Inner Circular briefly, she dropped toward Wonhyo Bridge and Pada Parking. She grabbed a bottled water from a convenience store, catching her breath.
To cool the hot engine bay, she left it idling with the hood propped open. That's when a lone Avante N rolled into Pada. Han Dae-jin parked, stared at her for a long moment, then jogged over.
"Sis, new ride?"
"Obviously, you idiot. After that ass-kicking, you think I'd stick with the old one? Fine Tuning's boss kept yapping about how F-body's faster, but no way—B58's got more potential. It's a bit heavy, sure, but whatever."
"You didn't even mention buying a car."
"Snagged a canceled order from BMW Financial, threw it straight to Fine Tuning for the build. Anyway, aren't you working tomorrow?"
She lit a cigarette as she asked. Han Dae-jin said he was taking the day off.
"Vacation... nice."
"You not taking any time off, sis?"
"Hey, I'm the fucking boss—when the hell would I vacation? I'm swamped cleaning up after these lawyer dipshits shitting themselves."
Han Dae-jin chuckled. "Wanna ride?"
He nodded eagerly, locked his Avante N, and hopped into the passenger seat. Kim Ji-hyun plugged the KM wheel back into the hub, fired it up, and settled in. She was in a skimpy tank top that barely hid her edges, hot pants, racing shoes, and gloves.
She eased out of Pada and Yeouido, then hit Olympic Expressway—blasting Han Dae-jin with g-forces that blurred his vision. She weaved past taxis and trucks, countering slides effortlessly before accelerating again.
Soon, a left-hander toward Gimpo. She used all three lanes, rocketing to 280 kph in that short stretch. Han Dae-jin was too stunned by the insane speed to even ask about the power. To him, it screamed over 1000 hp—and rear-wheel-drive taming that monster.
They eventually pulled into Gimpo Coffee Special. The cafe was still open. Kim Ji-hyun showed off her new M2 to the owner and his wife, bragging endlessly. Han Dae-jin watched quietly, wondering if her joy mirrored his own racing high.
"Hey, Kiwi boy, blow up on YouTube and snag an M2. Or sell that Avante N and get an F-body M2."
The owner's wife teased. Han Dae-jin just smiled faintly.
"Nah, this guy's no F-body M2 material. He'd spin out and total it on day one."
Kim Ji-hyun's quip had the owner, his wife, and Han Dae-jin cracking up. As Coffee Special closed, she drove him to an abandoned amusement park lot in a corner of Gimpo—a spot for car-sex couples.
She parked, chain-smoking and rambling nonstop about the M2's build, like how she blew entire weekends test-driving it. She seemed most alive in that moment.
"What're you staring at?"
"Nothing."
"What're you thinking? Dirty thoughts?"
Han Dae-jin freaked. "No!"
"Won't sue ya."
"...Okay, yeah, I was."
"Honest, huh. But I'm too old. Younger chicks'll be more fun."
He chuckled. "Actually, back in a vibe like this, I almost hooked up with a cheating girl—not her, but another female boss."
"'Almost' means you bombed. Lawsuit vibes?"
"Nah."
"What happened?"
"Heat of the moment?"
"Planning a heat-of-the-moment with me?"
"Sometimes."
She smirked, set the KM wheel on the dash, and tugged down his pants. She started sucking his rock-hard cock.
Caught off guard, Han Dae-jin soon stroked her hair, urging her faster. To heighten it, he slipped a hand into her tank top, groping her breast. She didn't stop him.
When he finally came, she swallowed every drop, straightened her rumpled tank top, and looked up. "Round two? Might as well strip."
As she went to peel it off, he waved her off. "Did it at home already tonight."
She chuckled, fired up the engine. He fixed his pants and crossed himself.