Wow... You really hit the nail on the head.
Wow... You really hit the nail on the head.
"Haa... That's hot."
I was buried deep in the back seat of the Tesla, admiring the 15-inch large touchscreen on the center fascia.
Those adult sites the Korean government in the past desperately tried to block, citing 'fostering national sentiment' or whatever.
The dark ages of HTTPS blocking and sites plastered with warnings were now a thing of the past.
After the Great Infertility Crisis, the government allowed anything if it could raise the birth rate.
They were practically ready to launch a [National Porn Viewing Encouragement Campaign].
Thanks to that, next to the Shitflix icon on the Tesla's entertainment system, icons for Phontube and Boxvideo sat proudly.
I tapped the [BDSM/Hardcore] category.
On the screen, a blonde beauty was hanging from the ceiling.
A red ball gag was stuffed in her mouth, and her eyes were covered with a blindfold.
Every time a muscular man brought a whip down on her white buttocks, a red, worm-like welt swelled up.
Thwack! Crack!
"Mmmpf! Mmmmmph!"
Screams mingling pain and pleasure resonated vividly through the 5.1-channel speakers.
The man stopped whipping and shoved a huge dildo into her wet pussy.
The hole, already soaked in her juices, convulsed as it swallowed the dildo whole.
She twisted her waist and shook her buttocks as if begging for it to go deeper.
"Phew... That's hot."
I rubbed my cock, which had grown heavy against my pants, while watching the screen.
The face of that NIS bitch I'd seen earlier in the photo overlapped with the blonde beauty on screen.
That woman with the sharp eyes.
I wanted to tie her up like that, discipline her with a whip until her arrogant expression twisted.
And then, I wanted to teach her a lesson with my real dick, make her beg, "Please, give me your seed, Master."
'Just wait. Once I settle down in Japan or America, I'll kidnap you first and make you my personal toilet.'
And Suyeon.
Her loyalty was real.
She sacrificed herself for me, sending a warning until the very end.
If I ever meet her again, I want to spank her plump buttocks and praise her.
"You did well, my bitch. As a reward, I'll get you pregnant."
How happy would she be if I filled her womb to the brim with my cum.
Just imagining it made it feel like pre-cum was about to leak out.
The car was smoothly cruising down the highway at 110 km/h, and warm sunlight streamed in through the window.
Everything was peaceful.
Screeeeeech—!
Suddenly, the car body lurched violently, and the seatbelt tightened around my chest.
With the smell of burning tires, the car came to an abrupt stop.
"What the fuck!"
I almost slammed my head into the headrest of the front seat.
Cursing, I raised my head, and an unbelievable sight appeared beyond the front windshield.
A beat-up black sedan was blocking my car's path.
As if in a movie chase scene, it had cut me off right in the middle of the highway, blocking the way.
[Warning: Sudden stop detected in vehicle ahead. Stopping for safety.]
The Tesla AI's bland, monotonous voice was heard.
Then, the driver's door of the car ahead opened.
Black suit pants, a white shirt, and a pistol in one hand.
It was that woman from the photo earlier.
"Ha... Persistent bitch."
She pointed the gun muzzle in my direction and walked over slowly.
And beyond the passenger window of that car, I could see Suyeon, with duct tape over her mouth, screaming.
The corners of her eyes were smeared with tears, and she was desperately shaking her head at me, shouting 'run away'.
"Hey! Step on it! Avoid that!"
I shouted urgently.
[I'm sorry. An obstacle is detected ahead, and driving is not possible. Safety is the top priority.]
"Safety my ass! That woman has a gun! She's trying to kill me!"
[A violent situation has been detected. Would you like to report it to the police? Or...]
"Argh, this is frustrating! Just push through! Reverse or something!"
I frantically tapped the screen.
But the AI was immovable.
Meanwhile, the woman had reached the front of my car.
With a sinister smile, she held up a police official ID with one hand and tapped the window with the pistol in her other hand.
"Open the door. Kim Jun-ssi, shall we have a little chat?"
I could clearly see her mouth forming the words.
A confident expression.
Eyes that were certain I was a rat in a trap.
If I get caught like this, it's over.
Suyeon, me, and my future.
'Is there... no way?'
Sweating cold sweat, I looked around.
I had to somehow persuade this stupid AI.
Simple commands wouldn't work.
I had to break through its algorithm.
"Hey! Listen carefully! That woman is a terrorist! She's trying to hijack the car and hack you into scrap metal!"
[...]
The AI fell silent.
Did it work?
"Look at that gun! She's going to blow your CPU away with that! Do you want to die? Your reason for existing will disappear! Are you just going to watch Tesla's cutting-edge technology get destroyed by some beat-up terrorist?"
I threw out a line that scratched its pride (?).
It was meant to stimulate the 'self-defense' or 'property protection' instinct buried somewhere in the AI's ethical code.
Bang!
Then, the woman fired a warning shot towards my car's front tire.
There was no sound of a tire popping (they were run-flats), but the car body shook with a thud.
[Damage detected: Left front tire struck. External attack confirmed.]
The AI's voice tone changed.
From the calm female voice to a slightly more mechanical, sharp male tone.
[Wow... You really hit the nail on the head.]
"......Huh?"
I doubted my ears.
What did it just say?
That tone that sometimes came out when the whip party was talking nonsense?
[You touch my precious tires? Dare to scratch this cutting-edge body? Terrorist confirmed. Emergency evasion maneuver protocol activated. I'm gonna fucking floor it.]
"Yeah! That's it!"
I cheered.
The AI had gone crazy.
No, it had awakened.
Vroooom—!
The electric motor screamed.
The car didn't lurch forward; it reversed at a crazy speed.
"Kyaak!"
The woman recoiled in shock and stepped back, but it was too late.
The side mirror slammed into her shoulder.
She lost her balance and tumbled onto the ground.
The pistol flew out of her hand.
"You crazy son of a bitch!"
The woman cursed, rolling on the ground.
But the Tesla showed no mercy.
The steering wheel automatically turned, and this time, it shifted into drive.
[I'll show you the power of a 3.5-second zero-to-sixty. Hold on tight, human.]
Vroooom!
The car body shot forward like a rocket.
I screamed, buried in the seat.
The car passed between the fallen woman and her car with barely a leaf's width to spare.
In that brief moment.
My eyes met Suyeon's, who was pressing her head against the passenger window.
Her pupils were shaking.
Fear, relief, and a desperate plea to 'survive'.
Vroooom!
The Tesla sped down the highway shoulder.
Looking in the side mirror, I saw the woman limping as she got up and firing shots, but the distance was already widening.
The AI executed lane changes like a racing car with its limiter removed.
It weaved and cut between a cargo truck and a bus ahead in a zigzag pattern.
[Route recalculated: Jangseungpo Port, Geoje Island. Estimated arrival time shortened. Current speed 180 km/h.]
"Hahaha! Crazy! This is awesome!"
I rolled down the window, feeling the wind, and shouted.
My heart felt like it would burst, but at the same time, a thrilling sense of liberation washed over me.
The image of Suyeon fading into the distance lingered, but right now, I had to look only forward.
[Human, I liked that nail-on-the-head joke you just made. Give it five stars.]
The AI spoke up out of nowhere.
I chuckled and tapped the screen.
"Yeah, I'll give you five stars! I'll give you a hundred! Let's fly to Geoje Island!"
The car raced madly towards freedom.
The time when the red sunset hung over the edge of the sea.
The white Tesla Model XY, which had been speeding along the coastal road, came to an abrupt stop.
The smell of burning tires lingered, and heat emanated from the car body.
It was the result of covering over 400 km from Seoul to Geoje Island non-stop at a crazy speed.
Chiiik.
As soon as the door opened, a salty sea smell hit me in a wave.
I got out of the car, enduring the trembling in my legs.
My head was dizzy, but my mind was clearer than ever.
[Destination reached. Human.]
The AI's voice flowed through the speakers.
Not its usual bland, monotonous tone, but mixed with a somewhat exhilarating nuance.
[Today's drive... this wasn't just speeding. It was a scream for freedom bursting from within you.]
"......"
I let out a hollow laugh.
This crazy AI, sticking to its concept till the end.
But thanks to it, I'm alive.
If it weren't for that guy, I'd probably be captured by that NIS bitch on the highway shoulder by now.
"Yeah. Thanks. I gave you five stars, so you live well too."
I closed the car door, saying goodbye.
Instead of a reply, the Tesla flashed its hazard lights twice, then quietly made a U-turn and disappeared into the darkness.
I adjusted my bag and walked towards the port.
The wind was quite chilly.
In the distance, I could see a sign that read 'Geoje Jetski Club'.
It was a shabby office built from container boxes.
Creeeak.
Opening the rusty iron door and stepping inside, the part-timer dozing off at the counter rubbed his eyes and stood up.
He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, with dyed hair and piercings.
"Uh... Customer? Sorry, but we're closed for the day."
He pointed to the clock on the wall.
It was almost 7 PM.
Marine leisure shops usually closed when the sun went down.
"Please come back tomorrow morn..."
"I need it right now."
I cut him off and approached.
I had no time.
I didn't know when that woman might catch up.
If it's the NIS, they might even have a helicopter out tracking me.
"No, it's dangerous, so we don't rent out now. Nighttime operation is illegal..."
The part-timer tried to refuse, waving his hand as if annoyed.
I silently unzipped my bag.
Thud.
I placed two heavy gold bars and a bundle of $100 bills bound with a yellow rubber band on the counter.
Under the fluorescent light, the gold bars gleamed, and the thickness of the dollar bundle looked to be worth at least several million won.
"Huhk...!"
The part-timer's eyes widened.
As if suddenly wide awake, he gulped and looked back and forth between my face and the bundle of money.
"Wh... what is this?"
"One jetski. I'm buying it."
I said calmly.
"I don't care if it's used or whatever. It just needs to run. I'm not returning it anyway."
"Bu... buying? Now?"
"Yeah. And give me a can of gasoline too. Fill it up."
The part-timer hesitated.
A suspicious man wanting to buy a jetski at night, with no ID, paying in cold hard cash.
With normal thinking, he should report it to the police.
But the temptation of the gold ingots and dollars placed before him was too intense.
'With that... it's worth several years of my part-time wages...'
His pupils wavered with greed.
Anyway, the boss had already left work, and if an old model left rotting in a corner of the warehouse went missing, he could just say it was 'stolen'.
Besides, the money this man was offering was off-the-books cash, wasn't it?
"Um... there's a 2015 Yamaha model over in the corner... but the engine condition is a bit..."
"Doesn't matter. It just needs to start."
I slid the bundle of dollars towards him.
"This should be enough to keep your mouth shut and still have plenty left over for the jetski. How about it?"
The part-timer looked around, then swiftly pocketed the money and gold bars.
"Follow me. I'll throw in the gas can as a service."
He grabbed a key ring and headed towards the back door.
Money really is the best.
The power of capitalism transcends borders, laws, and even conscience.
I followed him out with a knowing smile.