The Taste of a Female Idol
Yesuh's expression, which had been all smiles and friendly just moments ago, turned deadly serious. With not one but two seatbelts buckled tight around her, she looked like...
"Yoonah, you do drive well, right?"
"Of course! Ever since I got my license, no accidents~"
I was definitely feeling uneasy, even though she was grinning. But... whatever. I guess it was fine.
The answer came after a long pause. "How long have you been driving...?"
"Haha, how long?"
No reply from her as she climbed into the driver's seat. I started with the seatbelt. "Three..."
"Yoonah, two seatbelts?"
"Ah, three years?"
Three years should be plenty to call yourself a top driver, right? More than enough to be confident.
"No..."
"Ah, then three months?"
Three months... not quite top-driver material, but if she'd been grabbing the wheel regularly, she'd be familiar enough by now.
"........."
"...Huh?"
But no answer from her. No way... her license...
"Haha, does it really matter that much? Hurry up and buckle your seatbelt!"
I didn't even have a license myself. And even if I did, insurance wouldn't cover it anyway. All I could do was trust Yoonah. Yeah, whatever she did, she was above average, right? Her driving would be too. I steeled myself with that firm belief.
And it took only a few minutes to realize that resolve was dead wrong.
It hadn't even been ten minutes since we buckled up, but I never imagined I'd witness driving like that on a city road. The car was expensive, so other drivers swerved out of the way—no accidents, sure, but...
"Yoonah, so how long have you actually been driving?"
"Three days..."
"Th... Ah, got it. Yeah, that makes sense. I don't know much about driving anyway. Haha..."
"Ugh, my stomach's churning..."
"Oh dear, Yesuh. Must be all that worry."
I doubted it, but whatever. We pulled into the motel parking lot.
Like before, motels didn't feel like motels. From the outside, it looked like a normal building, but inside? Pure luxury interior.
"This is basically a hotel, isn't it...? The decor's on par with a five-star."
If you only saw the outside, you'd never guess. No, the fact that I'd been clueless about places like this until now was the real shocker.
"We call it a motel among ourselves, but honestly, I don't know why either."
She pulled out something like an employee ID from her wallet as she spoke.
"There's a room we can go right into?"
"How long will you be staying?"
"Uh... just one night for now."
"Right away. Please wait a moment."
The staff was polite and friendly. She swiped the card from earlier on the payment machine, and I nodded. A place only for celebrities, as expected—probably their own ID system. No card, no entry, no matter how much cash you had.
"Wild. Never thought I'd see a place like this in my lifetime."
Yesuh was gawking around just like me.
"First time for you too, Yesuh?"
"Ah, yes...! I'm still underage, so..."
Right, she couldn't come alone. And unless it was a day like today, the others were too busy to meet up often.
"All set. Have a pleasant stay."
A pretty noona standing nearby guided us to the elevator, then up to our floor, and even to the room door. So damn courteous. If I hadn't come with Yoonah, I might've gotten lucky with her.
"Ahem..."
She had near-celebrity looks and figure. No, her body was more like a gravure model's—huge, soft-looking tits, a cinched waist, and plump, jiggly ass. After a lingering stare...
"Enjoy your time~"
She flashed a sweet eye-smile and left. Pretty indeed.
"Alright, shall we talk?"
Smack! Yoonah whacked the back of my head.
"Ah, yep."
I'd been staring too obviously at the door. Damn, women turn my head every time. Ahem. Ahem.
"Pretty spacious and nice."
No great view since it was residential, but the room facilities were insane. The living room had a massive, ultra-thin TV several times bigger than mine at home, plus plush sofas.
On the table in front: a bottle of wine (standard amenity?), plus fruit, cheese, and snacks to go with it.
"Right? That's why I come pretty often."
"With who~?"
I sidled up and asked. She poked me hard, like don't mess around.
"Alone. Alone."
I chuckled lightly and backed off. The bedroom seemed separate, with the bed...