Driving Lessons and Detours
"I'll be the one driving from now on."
"Oh? You've really gained a lot of confidence, haven't you?"
"I mean, I already dropped Chaeyu off, didn't I?"
Driving, like anything else, is a skill that naturally improves the more you do it. Mom had been the one driving me around all this time, so it was finally my turn to return the favor.
"*Yawn*... Oh, sorry about that."
Perhaps my driving was too comfortable, as Mom let out a massive yawn. Unlike her usual self, she looked genuinely exhausted today.
"It's fine. The pop-up store is this week, right?"
"Yeah. It opens on Thursday."
"That sounds exhausting."
"There are just so many things to keep track of... I've been a bit sensitive lately."
"It can't be helped. It's an important project."
Projects like these pop-up stores are directly linked to profits and future opportunities, so success is crucial. It’s not like we’re doing this for free; the amount of money being poured into it is no joke.
"Does Chaeyu say anything about it?"
"Chaeyu?"
"Yeah. I feel like I've been treating her too harshly lately. I feel so sorry."
"Ah..."
So she was aware of it. Well, even from my perspective, Mom had been playing favorites, so it was inevitable that she’d realize it eventually. I didn't think that kind of dynamic was healthy, either. Family members should get along with each other.
"She did say she felt a bit sad about it."
"I knew it, didn't I?"
To be precise, she said she was annoyed. But I suppose there was a mix of sadness in there too... right? ...Right?
"Still, it's not like Chaeyu doesn't understand your situation, Mom. She'll understand. She's an adult now, after all."
"Yeah... Chaeyu is all grown up now..."
"But hasn't Mom handled projects like this before? How did you manage it back then?"
"Hmm... it's embarrassing to say, but... I think we just let out all our frustrations on each other."
"Ah..."
So that’s why Chaeyu hadn't completely exploded yet. That makes sense. However, these kinds of emotions don't just disappear; they accumulate little by little. If you don't release them, they eventually burst in a way that’s impossible to undo.
"You can just start treating her better from now on."
"Yeah... I want to... but it's harder than I thought..."
"You could just treat her the way you treat me."
"You're different, Junsu. You're mature and handle things well on your own."
"Hey, that's just expected at my age."
I’ve graduated college, served in the military, and now I’m navigating the professional world. You have to maintain this level of social decorum to keep relationships afloat. ...Wait, is it right to use "social decorum" with your own family? My head suddenly started to ache.
"But I'm glad. It seems like she tells you everything."
"She tells me things I don't even want to know, too..."
"It's nice to see you two getting along."
"We're family, after all."
"...Right. We were."
Mom wore a bitter expression for some reason. It was the same look I’d seen at the park the other day. I wondered what it meant, but I didn't ask.
"Oh, Mom. Can I use the car later?"
"The car? What for?"
"I promised to take Chaeyu for a drive to cheer her up."
"Alright. You're confident you won't get into an accident?"
"Hey, of course."
I answered with confidence, but honestly, I was worried. No matter how well I drive, dangers are always lurking somewhere, at any time. I have to drive safely.
"Oh, right. Please call me when you're off work. I'll come pick you up."
"Okay. I will."
Before I knew it, we had arrived at the office. I finished parking smoothly.
"How was it?"
"Yes, it was good. It was worth teaching you."
"Then..."
Suddenly, I felt like acting spoiled. Without any ulterior motives or hidden agenda, a single wish popped into my head.
"...Could you pet my head?"
"Right now...?!"
"Yes."
It wasn't that I’d never been praised before. I’d received plenty from Dad. But I wanted to know what it felt like to be praised by Mom. Of course, I’d heard plenty of times that I was "big" or "good at it," but I wanted something else—a real, genuine compliment.
"I'm only doing this because we're in the car."
"Yes..."
Mom reached out and stroked my hair. It was embarrassing, yet it felt good. I was surprised by the fact that I could feel this way without needing any physical intimacy.
"Are you satisfied now?"
"...Yes."
"Really... you make me do the strangest things..."
"You made me do strange things too, Mom. You even used your 'wish' card."
"That was... did you hate it?"
"No. I actually liked it."
Mom’s face, already flushed with embarrassment, turned even redder. She looked as cute as Chaeyu when she was on the verge of tears.
"O-okay, let's go up. We're going to be late."
"Yes."
Mom really is at her cutest in moments like this.
"I'm home—whoa?!"
As soon as I opened the front door, Chaeyu tackled me. I quickly closed the door behind me and stepped inside.
"...Were you waiting for me?"
"I knew you were coming."
"You scared me... why did you jump out like that?"
"Just... a habit?"
"That's a strange habit to have..."
"Do you hate it?"
"No, it's not that..."
"Let's go, hurry."
"Alright."
It was the day for the drive I’d promised yesterday to cheer Chaeyu up. Her excitement was written all over her face.
"You're not going out dressed like that, are you?"
She’d been lounging around all day, so her outfit was quite free. She was wearing a thin camisole, and the pink straps of her bra were clearly visible. Her bottoms were, of course, the classic dolphin shorts. I used to love wearing those until middle school; they really are comfortable. Though, if I wore them now, I’d be labeled a criminal.
"Yeah? I'm going like this."
"It's still chilly outside, you know?"
"We're just going to be in the car anyway, so it's fine."
"I guess, but... Mom's going to yell at you again."
"Why Mom?"
"We're going to pick her up."
"I don't want to—ouch."
I lightly tapped Chaeyu on the head with the side of my hand. She glared at me as if she’d been wronged.
"Why did you hit me!"
"We agreed to understand each other, remember?"
"...Fine."
Puffing out her cheeks, Chaeyu went to change and came back out. She’d just thrown a cardigan over her previous outfit and swapped the shorts for a skirt with fluttering frills.
"...Fine. That's enough."
"Right?"
If I’d said no here, it was obvious she’d start complaining and the situation would only get worse, so I decided to let it go.
"Where are we going... oh, let's go there. That place."
"Where?"
"There's somewhere I want to eat."
"You haven't had dinner yet?"
"I didn't eat because I wanted to eat with you."
"Ah... I see."
If Mom found out... no, it was already too late to say anything. She could just eat something now.
"...Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Are you used to driving now?"
"Well... I'm getting there. I decided to drive to work from now on."
"Really? Take me with you sometimes."
"Sure."
"..."
Chaeyu looked at me, as if that wasn't what she really wanted to say. Curious, I prompted her.
"Why?"
"What?"
"Don't you have something to say?"
"Hmm... since you're used to it now."
"Yeah."
"...I was wondering if I could touch you."
"Touch what...?"
"You know what."
"..."
When I couldn't say anything, Chaeyu’s hand moved onto my thigh. I kept my eyes on the road, pretending to be as calm as possible while I drove. The incident with Mom in the car flashed through my mind.
"This is... a bit dangerous..."
She was only stroking my thigh, but my pants were already starting to tent. Because I was wearing jeans, the shape was even more prominent.
"Are you really going to do it...?"
"If Oppa hates it... I won't."
"I don't hate it... but isn't it dangerous?"
"Because of Mom?"
"Yeah."
"Couldn't we just open the windows?"
"...Is that so?"
Our minds weren't thinking, "We can't do this because of X," but rather, "How can we make this work?" We were looking for a way to do it no matter what. I wondered if I could even focus on the road.
"..."
The area below felt cool yet empty. The stifling sensation had been relieved by the outside air, but my cock was expressing its emptiness, begging to be warmed up.
"Ugh..."
Chaeyu’s hand wrapped around the shaft. Inside the chilly car, my cock was enveloped by her warm hand.
"..."
I glanced over to see Chaeyu staring intently at my cock. There was no conversation between us; only the sound of skin rubbing against skin filled the air.
"Haa..."
A low moan escaped my lips. Pre-cum flowed down, acting as lubricant and making the sounds even stickier. With her tantalizing touch, my sensitive cock was already turning bright red.
"Should I go faster?"
"No... that's enough."
Stopped on the road, Chaeyu’s hand sped up as if this were the moment. Unable to withstand the stimulation, the glans swelled up to the point of climax.
"I... I think I'm going to... cum..."
"You can cum..."
"But we don't have any tissues—"
The moment I couldn't hold it back anymore and a bit of semen leaked out, Chaeyu quickly took my cock into her mouth. At the sensation of her warm breath, the rest of the semen gushed out.
Ring-ring-ring— Ring-ring-ring-ring—
"...!"
I was startled by the sudden ringing. It was a call from Mom. I knew if I didn't answer, she’d worry that something had happened, so I had no choice but to press the call button.
"He... hello...?"
[Oh, are you out for a drive right now?]
"Yes, we are, uh... right now..."
"*Mmph... slurp.*"
Chaeyu moved her head, cleaning my cock. Even though I was on the phone, she didn't stop. My voice, already trembling, shook even more.
[I think I'm going to be a little late. Do you want to just head home?]
"No...? We have a place to stop by, so we'll come pick you up."
[Really? Okay then~ What about Chaeyu? I keep hearing some rustling sounds next to you.]
"Chaeyu...?! That's... well..."
"?! *Ghk...!*"
Startled by the mention of her name, she accidentally grazed my cock with her teeth. Chaeyu quickly sat up and spoke to Mom.
"Mom! I'm here!"
[Are you eating snacks again?]
"...Yeah! Eating snacks. I won't make a mess, so don't worry."
[Haa... alright. Get home safely.]
"Yeah. See you later!"
[Okay, call me when you arrive~]
"Yes. I'll call you."
After I hung up, there was two seconds of silence.
"Haa..."
Chaeyu let out a sigh of relief first.
"My heart almost stopped."
"Tell me about it... I was so surprised... oh, right. I'm sorry..."
"Why?"
"I hit you with my teeth... it must have hurt."
"Ah... it's fine. It's nothing."
It stung a little, but it hadn't broken the skin, so there was no wound. If she had bitten down hard... I didn't even want to think about it.
"Did you... swallow it?"
"Yeah. I swallowed it."
Chaeyu smiled proudly, as if asking for a compliment. Just as Mom had done for me, I stroked her hair.
"Hehe..."
"Why are you grinning like that?"
"Nothing. It's nothing."
After finishing the cleanup, I opened the windows as we had planned.
"Oh, I didn't taste any blood, so I don't think there's a wound."
"...I know that."
She really says the most random things sometimes. Maybe it runs in the family.