Inje Circuit Blues
The next day, with Kim Ji-ho taking a day off, Min Hee-yeon, the HR department head, followed Han Dae-jin to the warehouse under the pretense of grabbing some supplies, giving them both a momentary breather.
The moment she locked the warehouse door, Min Hee-yeon lunged at Han Dae-jin with a kiss.
"Did you dump her ass or what? Huh? That gangster bitch takes a day off whenever she feels like it..."
Min Hee-yeon asked in a strangely wicked tone.
"N-no, I didn't dump her."
"You fucking idiot. Can't even do that much? What the hell's wrong with you? Eating me, eating her... and now scheming to fuck that lawyer bitch too. You horny little shit. Big sis is gonna school your ass proper."
With that, Min Hee-yeon yanked down Han Dae-jin's pants and started sucking his already hard cock.
"Look at this filthy prick reacting right away."
"Ah... ah... fuck, don't do this for real..."
Whether he protested or not, Min Hee-yeon sucked him like a maniac, and when Han Dae-jin finally came the first time, she swallowed it all with a satisfied smirk.
As Han Dae-jin fumbled to pull his pants back up, she grabbed his cock again, stroking it hard while stripping off her own pants and panties.
She shoved him into an old chair and climbed on top, riding him furiously up and down.
"I dumped all my birth control pills down the toilet yesterday."
"Don't fucking do crazy shit like that, please! Ah..."
"Fuck off, you asshole. Losers like you need a woman like me to tame you and pretty you up."
Min Hee-yeon ramped up the pumping even harder.
At some point, Han Dae-jin couldn't hold back and came inside her. Cum dripped down his cock from her pussy still gripping it tight.
Back in the office from the warehouse, Han Dae-jin suddenly caught something Min Hee-yeon tossed at him.
It was a pregnancy test. Two lines.
Han Dae-jin froze in shock, and in that instant, a brutal jolt smashed into his skull.
"You fucking cunt! Big sis is driving and this dickhead prick falls asleep? You massive-cocked bastard."
"Hah... hah... fuck, another goddamn nightmare..."
Han Dae-jin woke up in the passenger seat of Kim Ji-hyun's M2 as she drove.
"You fucking perv. Smells like precum over here—you must've busted a nut in your dream again. What's rattling around in that thick skull of yours? Who'd you fuck? Me?"
"Ah... no. That Min Hee-yeon... that crazy bitch said in the dream she flushed all her birth control down the toilet..."
"Aigoo... you guys are such pussies. When that happens, kid, just say you're ready to meet the in-laws."
Han Dae-jin sighed at Kim Ji-hyun's words and rolled down the window.
They were headed to Inje Speedium, where Kim Ji-hyun practiced with her Super6000-class car.
They'd passed Hongcheon by now. He'd put in for a day off at work, and Min Hee-yeon had grilled him hard during approval—clearly haunting him as a nightmare.
"You're going with the lawyer? Report every damn detail to me about what you did with her. Right down to how much cum you blasted into that bitch."
Han Dae-jin shuddered, still hearing Min Hee-yeon's words echo.
They soon arrived at Inje Speedium. Kim Ji-hyun made Han Dae-jin shuttle her racing gear bag and dragged him to the bathroom.
Right in front of him, she stripped off her bra and panties, changing into her fire-resistant racing undersuit and suit. Everything—suit, undersuit, gloves, shoes—was Sabert brand.
Han Dae-jin was quietly impressed by her body; even glimpsed briefly, it was tighter than a twenty-something's.
"What'd you sneak a peek at?"
Kim Ji-hyun asked once dressed, opening the door again.
Following her to the pits, Han Dae-jin saw Blue Motorsports mechanics and engineers tuning her blue Super6000 car. Custom alignment rigs worth tens of millions, mechanics revving the RPMs to preheat gear oil and engine oil—it was a full-on racing scene.
Kim Ji-hyun dragged Han Dae-jin to the Blue Motorsports deputy team leader and introduced him.
Han Dae-jin gave his name and bowed.
"Hey. Uh... your dad's name wouldn't be Han Young-gyun, would it?"
"Ah, yeah. How'd you know?"
"...Old story. We'll talk later. Why'd you bring this guy today?"
The deputy hemmed and hawed before turning to Kim Ji-hyun.
"Ah, figured I'd have him practice Inje strategies and give him some mental training. Kid's getting jerked around by women nonstop."
"Aigoo, is Team Leader Kim some macho man now?"
"Still is, for now?"
Kim Ji-hyun shot back casually at the deputy's joke.
A mechanic called three minutes to boarding. Kim Ji-hyun donned her helmet and HANS device from the car roof and climbed in.
Soon after she settled, wheels were fitted, nitrogen jacked down, and the car hit the ground.
With a ferocious V8 roar, Kim Ji-hyun slid out onto pit lane.
Han Dae-jin crossed pit lane to the main straight barriers to watch her come through.
Surprisingly clean through the final corner, Kim Ji-hyun hit the main straight braking and weaving repeatedly.
Next lap, she blasted through at full throttle. The downshift rhythm echoed from corner one.
Then the sound of her car ripping lines four through eight up top, fading toward ten.
Han Dae-jin shivered at Kim Ji-hyun's raw, unprecedented roar.
She soon pitted. Chief mechanic chatted with her through the passenger door.
Conversation done, she nudged forward; team pushed back, she turned into the pit garage.
Out of the car, she exchanged words with the chief, then called Han Dae-jin.
"Yeah?"
"You. Grab a helmet from the chief now. Get in."
Han Dae-jin, flustered, followed the chief to Blue Motorsports' truck.
The chief pulled a guest helmet from the cargo and handed it over.
Han Dae-jin slapped it on loosely and watched mechanics fit a seat and belts in the passenger side of Kim Ji-hyun's machine.
"Prep complete!"
Hand in hand with Kim Ji-hyun, Han Dae-jin boarded a Super6000 machine for the first time—even if passenger.
Kim Ji-hyun hopped in next, doors shut, jacks down.
Wheels touched pavement; she slammed gear and slid out of pits.
From pit lane, aggressive weaving and braking. Han Dae-jin fought nausea from the lateral g-forces.
Out on track, slight burnout into corner four, then five, six, seven, eight.
Han Dae-jin noticed stock cars like this skipped kerbs unlike road cars.
"Stock cars hit kerbs and lose, dumbass."
Kim Ji-hyun yelled over dog-mesh and engine noise—barely audible.
Warm-up lap done, she unleashed hell, toasting Han Dae-jin.
Corner one's brutal braking and downforce had him hallucinating.
Scraping and gravel pings through two and three drove him mad.
Into four: hard brake. Bold steering and throttle through, onto five.
After a few laps with Kim Ji-hyun, Han Dae-jin saw her anew dismounting.
Mechanics yanked the passenger seat and belts the second he was out.
Kim Ji-hyun, lightly sweated, chugged water from the chief and checked times.
1:37.723—with a passenger. Chief praised her: way better than before.
"Fuck, with my experience? They roast my ass for scraping top ten."
Kim Ji-hyun griped realistically about her results.
"Still, among female drivers, you're pretty damn successful, right?"
The chief said.
"What female driver bullshit in a class with no gender split? Aigoo. Without Gu Eun-jae..."
Kim Ji-hyun muttered, sipping water in a folding chair.
While mechanics tweaked alignment and suspension, Han Dae-jin shot footage.
"Day off tomorrow too?"
Kim Ji-hyun asked.
"Yeah, like you said."
"Chief. Set up that corporate N2 car tomorrow. Gotta give this punk a ride."
"Got it."
The chief replied and dove into supervising the team on Kim Ji-hyun's car.
Han Dae-jin thought: 'Wasn't I just here to watch?'
His day slipped away like that.