Power & Sex, and... 73
"Feels like a weight's been lifted off my chest."
"Right? Back in Busan, I'd drive around a ton whenever I felt cooped up, but I still don't know my way around Seoul that well, so this is pretty much the only spot I can hit up."
"What, you wanna head back to Busan?"
"Dunno. My heart just feels way more at ease there than in Seoul."
"Not missing your wife or anything?"
"Ara? I just saw her the day before yesterday."
"Jeez. So what'd Jeong-ah say?"
"Ah. She's this friend I met in a kinda weird way back when I was in Gwangju."
As they chatted idly, Eun-mi brought up the student Sin Hye.
"But she said the girl wouldn't take it even when they offered?"
"Jeong-ah told you that much?"
"What, like it's some big secret? Anyway, don't people usually hold off when they're far from home?"
"How could I lay a hand on a girl willing to go that far just to save her dad?"
"Should I just cover the surgery costs myself? Or ask my dad?"
She suggested the simplest solution from her perspective. Of course, scraping together around 100 million won wouldn't be hard for her at all. Truth be told, I'd already promised to help Sin Hye, prepared in the worst case to come clean to Eun-mi or Chairman Lee Hoe-jang and ask for their support. But before that, I had to exhaust every best effort I could make myself. Only then would it truly count as helping someone.
I calmly laid out my thoughts in response. Sure, I—more precisely, Jeong-ah—was spearheading it, but it would mean even more to the student as a valuable kind of help. And as a politician stepping into the fray, building my name that way would boost my standing too.
"Anyway, like Jeong-ah said, we'll run a fundraiser, and if it's short, we can set up a stage at the office groundbreaking ceremony for more donations. But she's in journalism, right?"
"Yeah, and I was gonna ask you about something anyway."
"Her job, huh?"
"Yep. Liver transplants—or any organ transplant, really—don't end just because the surgery succeeds."
"Then what?"
"It's someone else's organ in there, so rejection can happen. To prevent that, they need immunosuppressants for life."
"So her dad has to keep going to the hospital till he dies?"
"Yeah, at first it's weekly, then the gaps lengthen, but still checkups every one or two months, and the meds for life."
"Poor girl. She's gotta get married someday too."
"Exactly. Even if we scrape together the surgery money somehow, to save her dad right now, she needs a stable job."
"Got it. I'll handle that for her, so forget about it."
Eun-mi neatly solved Sin Hye's employment issue just like that. No surprise—on a journalism leave of absence, once she graduated, Eun-mi could slot her into her entertainment company, or if not, shove her into the Daesan Group PR team.
A girl willing to sell her pure, innocent body to save her father, and even endure a lifelong scar from chest to belly as a woman—that kind of resolve? What couldn't she do? Even from an employer's view, hiring her wouldn't be a loss.
"Let's crash here tonight."
"What about the house?"
"I'm beat."
"Then I'll drive."
"Whoa~ You really have no idea why I'm doing this?"
"No way! You can't wear yourself out like that—what happens when you get older?"
"I'm super healthy."
There wasn't a single chink in her armor today. At first, I'd planned to hold off out of guilt, but now I was desperate for her, practically whining like a baby for mom's milk.
Despite my near-begging, she was an iron fortress. In the end, with my face all puffed up in frustration and no coffee to boot, I pointed the car back toward Seoul.
"Aw, you mad at me?"
"Mad? What, you think a guy's gonna sulk over that?"
"Pfft, you're totally sulking. But don't— I just hate seeing you worn out."
She'd clocked my foul mood and was trying to soothe me, but a few sweet words weren't gonna make me grin like an idiot. Her hand slipped over to mine on the wheel. That warm touch only fired me up more, sending all my blood rushing south.
"Let's take a break."
Stopping on the freeway shoulder at speed was too risky, so I eased off, veered toward Ilsan, and spotted a quiet rural village. I pulled into an empty lot by a shop. Only the occasional passing car's headlights flashed by; otherwise, dead silence.
I stepped out, lit a cigarette, and gazed at the sky. The moon was already high, stars twinkling in a way you never see in Seoul. Finished the smoke, rinsed my mouth with the car mouthwash, and climbed back in.
"Feeling better?"
"Better from what?"
"Pfft! You think I can't tell you're sulking?"
"Then gimme a kiss or something."
She fluttered her eyes shut and took my hand. I turned, pulled her close, pressed my lips to hers. She parted them, welcoming me in. Tongues tangled as her arms wrapped my neck.
"Ha~ah~"
After a long, deep kiss, she let out a soft moan, arousal building. I stroked her hair, trailed kisses to her earlobe, nibbling gently. Her moans deepened.
"Ha~ah~ Honey~ Stop~"
Hot breath in her ear, hands sliding down her back to grip her ass firm. She jolted, hands clenching, hips lifting. Legs twisting, her excitement mounting.
"Ah~huh~ Honey~ I'm dying here~ Stop~"
I ignored her, lips to her nape, tongue teasing the fine hairs, down to her cleavage. Streetlight glow revealed her pale, soft breasts waiting shyly.
Undid her blouse buttons, kneaded her tits while licking the upper swells. She couldn't hold back anymore, hand diving into my pants, squeezing my ass hard.
"Ha~ah~ Me~, honey~ What am I supposed to do~"
She was crumbling. I pulled one hand free, reclined her seat slow. Buried my face in her chest. Seat back, she gave in—her hand forward now, gripping and stroking my cock. Burning hot already.
Car was awkward for full strip, so I sucked her tits while unbuckling her pants, tugging them down. She lifted her hips to help, heat making her eager. Pants to knees, I palmed her panties soft, middle finger pressing her slit now and then.
Each prod made her buck; hot moans spilled out. Palm felt the scorching wetness soaking through, so I slipped inside her cute panties.
Drenched in there, valley mouth slick with clear nectar from deep within. Lowered my face, peeled panties down—she lifted again to assist. Headlights swept past, revealing her black bush glistening wet, reflecting the beams.
Lips through the dark forest, found the flowing juices, tongue tip tasting— the second it touched her slit, her ass shot skyward.
"Ha~ack! Honey~ Stop!"
Begging me to quit, but thrusting her pussy harder against my mouth. Spread her lips, plunged tongue deep.
"Ha~ang~ Honey~ Please~"
Hands shoving my head down for more, mouth begging "stop!" nonstop. Her moans swelled, car thick with her cries and body heat.
Her strokes had my rod throbbing maxed-out, veins pulsing in agony. As it stiffened more, her hand sped up. I shifted over her; naturally, she guided it to her slit.
"Heu~hk!" A gasp, arms crushing my ass down hard. One thrust in, her body quivered; deep flood of scorching nectar washed my shaft. Hot enough to incinerate.
"You're such a mess."
"Huh?"
"Who does it on the road?"
"Didn't like it?"
"Not that, but..."
After the unplanned(?) romp, she eyed me misty, half-blaming, half-loving. I wiped her clean with tissues, redressed her panties, hugged tight.
"Eun-mi, I love you~"
Those words were enough. All she wanted from me was that love.
Failed to control the length, so sorry for hitting you with this cheeky stuff first thing in the morning.
Have a fun day ahead and make it fulfilling.