His Way
The athletic field stretched wide and empty in the dark. If not for the car's headlights, the only light came from a streetlamp far in the distance.
The students had all gone home. Only the security guard was left, and he paid the two of them no mind. The school sat out of the way to begin with, and unlocking the field for a little while was nothing. They'd told him they were just going to practice driving and pressed a drink into his hand; he'd said there wouldn't be any trouble — and had even looked the pair of them over with a flicker of interest.
"This is kind of scary..."
"Easy. Press it very, very slowly."
Suhee, who until now had only ever ridden in cars other people drove, was finally sitting in the driver's seat. Ordinarily a driving school would have come first — but what did that matter? The scent of coffee and cologne drifting off Jeongun, pressed close beside her, kept making her heart pound. The darkness around them played its part, too. The more her sight was cut off, the more she had to lean on everything else.
Smell. Touch.
The steering wheel still held the warmth of his hands, and with him this close she thought she could even feel the heat of his body.
Hearing.
That low, deep voice — the kind that somehow put a person at ease and made them unable to refuse — rang even louder against her ear.
The engine growled.
"Ah—!"
"Too hard. Easy again..."
Jeongun's hand settled over hers on the wheel. His fingers slipped between her slender, pale ones, and the tension in Suhee's body eased, just a fraction. A warm, large hand — but there was a firmness in the way he held her. She lifted her foot from the brake, and the car rolled slowly forward again.
"Oh... wow."
"Good. Stay calm."
Jeongun's solid frame came to rest against her right arm and shoulder. He was incredibly close. For some reason her thighs had begun to tingle beneath her shorts. If that interlocked hand slid down and stroked her there, her legs would give out on the spot. She was supposed to be practicing, but every nerve in her body felt concentrated in her hands.
Jeongun was doing the same, drinking in the warmth and scent of her pressed so close. Her hand caught between his fingers and the wheel. The feel of her. The smell of her. Those pale thighs that seemed to glow even in the dark. Pressed this near in a place this black, the raw, living heat of her felt all the more intense — which was why he kept wanting to devour her. Maybe it was because two people who wanted the same thing were tangled up like this, but the car seemed to fill with heat almost at once.
The engine hummed. She still couldn't bring herself to touch the accelerator; the car just drifted forward as she let off the brake. Suhee, who had been staring rigidly ahead, seemed to grow a little more used to it and turned her head to the side.
"Ah— w-why?"
"Mm. Just watching to see if you're doing well."
The intensity of his gaze flustered her, but his casual reply left her with nothing to say. Now it was the side that occupied her more than the road ahead. It felt like he was getting even closer. She could barely concentrate.
Time passed with the two of them nearly tangled together. It was well into the night. With only the low rumble of the engine filling the silence, Suhee pressed the brake down hard and spoke.
"Um, should we... call it a night?"
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, well... it's not like tonight's the only night."
"That's true."
With that, Jeongun lifted his hand from the wheel — the hand that had been laced through hers — and the body that had been pressed against her shoulder pulled away, returning to the passenger seat. A pang of disappointment went through Suhee. She fidgeted with the steering wheel for a moment, then followed him out of the car. They had to switch seats anyway.
They met in front of the hood and tried to step around each other, only to keep drifting in the same direction. Then, just as Jeongun took her arm to guide her aside, Suhee caught his arm in return.
"Hm?"
"I..."
"Yes?"
It stung her pride a little to be the one to speak first, but she didn't think she could hold out any longer. I want to know his real self. Now. I want to know how he'll devour me.
"I, um..."
She trailed off, trying to figure out how to say it so she'd sound natural — so she'd look all right. Until now, most men had taken the hint at this point and come to her on their own. This was not so easy. A faint smile — there and not there — touched Jeongun's lips as he looked down at her, still searching for the words. It was too dark to see clearly, of course, but the sight of it settled her a little.
"Um, it's late... want to grab something to eat?"
"Right now?"
"Yeah. I'm hungry..."
Even as she said it, it sounded off. Her face felt hot. She turned her head away, and Jeongun decided to let it pass, pretending not to notice. It wasn't as if he didn't know what she was doing, going this far. And honestly, he'd held back quite a bit himself. It was sooner than he'd expected — but he had no intention of letting this chance slip away.
"Shall we? Hmm... what would be good."
"Um..."
"It's late. Nothing around here will still be open."
"Ah..."
"Want to go to the cafe?"
"The cafe?"
"Yeah. We just have to unlock the door. I am the owner, after all."
"Ah, right."
"Well, I can throw together some ramen, at least."
"That sounds good to me."
Jeongun nodded and climbed back into the car. Suhee quickly took the passenger seat and this time stretched her legs out comfortably.
"Haa. Driving is really hard, though."
"Is it? You'll get used to it soon enough."
Suhee's smooth legs, stretched out long. Even if he tried not to look, he couldn't help but see them. Her skin was so pale it almost seemed to glow — visible even in the dark.
The bell over the door chimed.
"Wow. The cafe feels completely different at night."
It was nothing like the place she'd seen during the day. The smell of coffee, the layout — those were familiar. But the pitch-dark interior was something else entirely.
A lock clicked. The sound of the door locking behind her made Suhee smile. An empty cafe. What was he locking the door for, in a place this dark? It occurred to her that she might finally see a different side of him — just as this familiar cafe had become something entirely different.
Footsteps came from behind her and stopped right at her back, but Suhee didn't turn around. She was putting herself entirely in his hands. Still, her slightly flushed breathing gave her away. Her shoulders rose and fell more sharply than usual. Her breath came harder.
Jeongun's hands settled on either side of her slim waist, just above her hips.
"Ah."
As if by magic, the strength left her body and she swayed, ending up leaning back against him, her spine pressed to his chest.
"Are you tired?"
"Nngh, no. I just... went weak."
She answered in a near-whine, that low, deep voice ringing in her ear. His hands stroked along her slim waist, and something hard pressed suddenly against her ass. It was just like before. A cafe as dark as the car had been — not a single light — which made every whisper in her ear, every touch of his hands, feel that much more vivid.
"Haa..."
No more words were needed. They'd wanted the same thing from the start.
The hands stroking her waist slipped inside her clothes. It was only a thin layer of fabric, but the heat of his palms felt even more vivid for it. Suhee arched her back.
"Huu..."
Jeongun's breath drew out long as he touched her. Feeling her for himself, her body was even more vividly alive than he'd imagined. There wasn't a single place that lacked spring — and that rich scent of her skin. Everyone was alive, of course. But this was what it actually felt like. This was living. He kissed the nape of her neck through her hair and let his hands roam freely over her. His cock had gone hard almost from the moment he'd pressed against her. He made no effort to hide it.
"Haa... haa..."
The way she twisted and squirmed under his hands was perfect.
"Suhee."
"Haa... yes?"
This was it. She'd only vaguely imagined, from the look in his eyes, that there might be something different about him...
"I... I don't mind at all."
Hearing her answer, he sat her on a table and went around behind the counter. When he came back he was holding something, but it was too dark for Suhee to make out what. Jeongun came up behind her and used whatever he'd brought.
A long, soft piece of cloth. The darkness in front of her, already deep, was now completely sealed off.
"Ah... what is this?"
Blindfolded, Suhee asked him — but no answer came right away. She could only guess where he was by the sound of his presence. The presence behind her moved around to the front. Her shoes and socks came off.
A thud. The sound of her shoes being tossed aside, and then his hands climbing her legs.
"Nnh."
"I can drop the formalities, right? It's more comfortable that way."
"Ah, yes... yes. I..."
"Got it."
His hands passed her calves, passed her knees, and didn't stop. They slipped under her ass, and from that half-embracing position, a whisper in her ear.
"Lift your ass."
Suhee obeyed without question. The moment she lifted her hips, he stripped her shorts and panties off in one motion, as if he'd been waiting. Not one at a time. Everything at once. All that remained on her body was a thin top and the cloth over her eyes. With less and less covering her, Suhee couldn't help but get aroused. The shift to informal speech suited that commanding voice even better, and being stripped like this was overwhelmingly stimulating. This was the same cafe that had been packed with customers during the day — and here she was, on a table, baring her naked body to this man.
"Arms up."
Suhee raised her arms, and her top came off just as quickly. The bra, of course. Jeongun unhooked it with practiced ease and left her completely naked. It wasn't a cold night, and the shop was fairly warm — but Suhee's nipples were already hard, standing out.
"Hmm..."
A satisfied smile curved Jeongun's lips as he slowly took in her body. She looked even better stripped. A sculpted figure, and nipples that looked aroused — which meant she enjoyed this kind of thing. Just right.
He moved at his leisure, fetching a cloth that had been laid out on the counter. He set it on the floor in front of her, then took one of her hands and pulled her down.
"Ah."
Naked, Suhee came down to the floor, relying on his hand. She stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do, when his voice came to her ear again.
"On your knees."
As Suhee obediently followed the order, the sound that reached her ears was a belt buckle coming undone, and a zipper sliding down.