The Driving License Training Camp
“No, miss! You have to hit the brake. That’s it. But if you stomp too hard…”
The car lurched violently from the sudden hard braking. The instructor let out a small sigh and turned to look at Gokado Hanako.
“I’ll drive it back to the starting point myself. Take a ten-minute break. Meet me back there in ten.”
“Okay…”
Until now, Gokado Hanako had never struggled to learn anything. Driving, however, felt surprisingly difficult. She wasn’t uncoordinated—she even enjoyed sports—so why was this so hard? She wandered around the area, mentally reviewing the instructor’s lessons. Before she realized it, she had drifted behind a secluded building.
‘Huh? There’s a car here?’
Why would a car be parked in a place like this? Curious, Gokado Hanako quietly approached. The vehicle was rocking in a steady rhythm. As she drew closer, she saw a man’s powerfully muscled back, the thick erector spinae running like a ridge along his spine, and rock-hard buttocks thrusting back and forth.
When her gaze drifted lower, she saw a massive, python-like cock stretching a woman’s pussy to its limit as it plunged in and out.
‘Oh! So there really are cocks that big… Tokiatsu’s definitely isn’t this huge…’
Without thinking, Gokado Hanako compared the man to her boyfriend, Honjo Tokiatsu. She wondered what it would feel like to be pierced by something that enormous, then shook her head. Wondering who would be bold enough to have secret sex in a place like this, she looked more carefully and realized the man was Taira Ryuta—the same person who had saved her earlier.
“Oh my!”
Gokado Hanako instinctively clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. She quickly slipped away. The instructor’s ten-minute break was almost over anyway. Still somewhat dazed, she made her way back to the starting point.
After going two more rounds with Matoi Honami and driving back, it was exactly five o’clock—the end of the lesson. I exchanged a meaningful glance with her, got out of the car, and walked over to Kazuhiro, who was waiting for me.
“Hey, you didn’t have any breaks? I didn’t see you around.”
“Our schedules must’ve been staggered. So, how was driving? Manageable?”
Kazuhiro flashed a refreshing smile and nodded at my question.
“You know I’m good with physical stuff. The instructor even praised me for picking it up so fast.”
“Then all you have to do is nail the written test.”
“Exactly. They said dinner starts at six. Let’s hit the gym for a bit first. Since we’re drinking tonight, I want to at least work up a sweat so I don’t feel guilty.”
We were just leaving the practical training area to head to the gym when I spotted Gokado Hanako and Kagawa Umi. Kazuhiro must have seen them too, because he waved enthusiastically and called out, “Umi-chan~!”
“Kazuhiro-chan. Where are you headed?”
“Gotta work out a little before I drink with you tonight, Umi-chan.”
I left the two of them to chat and turned to Gokado Hanako. Her face was flushed bright red, and she wouldn’t meet my eyes. What was going on?
“Hanako-chan, are you feeling okay? Your face is really red.”
When I pressed my hand to her forehead, it was burning hot. But she shook her head, insisting she wasn’t sick.
“I’m not sick… I-I just made a lot of mistakes during practice and got angry at myself, that’s all!”
She had a strong competitive streak. That explained how she’d gotten into Edo University. We chatted a bit more as we walked, and before long we had reached the training camp’s modest gym.
“See you after dinner, around seven-thirty, Umi-chan~!”
“You work hard too, Kazuhiro-chan! Fighting!”
“Enjoy your meal!”
“G-goodbye!”
After saying our goodbyes, we stepped into the gym. It wasn’t a proper facility—just a few pieces of equipment scattered around—but it was enough. Kazuhiro seemed to be thinking the same thing as he looked around.
“Let’s warm up first.”
“Bro, did you know I’ve been learning yoga lately? I’ll teach you.”
Looked like our first workout was going to be yoga.
After finishing our session, I returned to the room, showered, and changed clothes. Since we’d exercised right up until dinner, I was starving.
“Bro, let’s go eat already.”
“I’m hungry too. After we eat, we should slip out and buy some drinks and snacks, right?”
As we headed to the cafeteria, we discussed what to buy. I was in the beer or highball camp, but Kazuhiro—probably influenced by his American soldier father—said he wanted wine. I wasn’t sure if convenience stores sold wine; I’d never bought any before.
“Looks like tonkatsu for dinner.”
“Think it’s a good-luck charm for passing the license test?”
We devoured the tonkatsu like vacuum cleaners, then headed straight to the convenience store outside the academy. Other students seemed to have the same idea; they were browsing drinks and snacks too. I grabbed some beer and highballs, plus a few cans of chu-hi that the girls might like. Kazuhiro picked out two bottles of red wine and was carefully choosing snacks.
“Just get cheese to go with it.”
I tossed three packs of six-piece cheese into the basket, along with three bags of Jagabee potato chips for myself, plus some snacks and sweet desserts the girls would enjoy. The mixed fruit in convenient packaging would make a nice fruit platter too.
“I’ll pay for tonight.”
Kazuhiro had just graduated high school and joined the group, so he couldn’t have much money. When I offered, he looked at me with a similar thought and asked, “Bro, you really didn’t receive any inheritance from Dad?”
“Mom received a little and split it between us. If you keep doing well, you can treat me next time.”
“Then you won’t have to buy drinks again after tonight? I’m going to keep doing well, after all.”
His confidence was admirable. I paid for the drinks, snacks, and desserts. The bag was surprisingly heavy. Kazuhiro looked at it and laughed with a satisfied “Heh heh heh.” The idea of this guy going on a drinking binge was so ridiculous even a passing bird would laugh.
Back in the room, we put the drinks in the fridge. Kazuhiro opened the wine early to let the tannins breathe, muttering something I didn’t quite catch, then unfolded the folding table in the corner and laid out the snacks. Right on time, Kagawa Umi and Gokado Hanako arrived. They’d been considerate enough not to come empty-handed and brought some snacks of their own.
“Umi-chan~! Sit here.”
“Whoa~! Kazuhiro-chan, you prepared so much!”
“Ryuta bro’s treating us tonight. Believe it or not, he’s been scouted by a major corporation.”
Kazuhiro was hyping me up. He didn’t have to, but I appreciated it. I didn’t want these two thinking I was just a jobless high-school graduate. Having “future big-company employee” as a label helped.
“A major corporation? Which one are you going to?”
Gokado Hanako asked me with genuine curiosity. Her face wasn’t as red as before. Had she gotten over being angry at herself?
“It’s a big company, but I didn’t get in through my own effort, so it’s a little embarrassing to say.”
“Still, tell us, Ryuta-kun.”
She leaned in a little closer as she asked. Kazuhiro watched with a grin and spoke up.
“Come on, the answer’s in his name.”
“Taira Ryuta… Taira!? You’re joining the Taira Group?”
Both Gokado Hanako and Kagawa Umi looked at me with sparkling “Oh~!” eyes. Since they were Edo University students, they could probably join the Taira Group with a bit of effort. Their reaction wasn’t so much about the company itself as it was the realization that I carried the Taira name. It was the “So he’s from the royal family?” kind of look.
“Let’s start with a drink and talk after. What’s everyone having?”
“Chu-hi for me~!!”
“I’ll have beer.”
Kagawa Umi chose chu-hi while Gokado Hanako went with beer.
“To a successful driver’s license—”
“““Cheers!”””
Kazuhiro led the toast, and we all clinked our glasses. After the first drink, the alcohol began to flow and the conversation grew livelier.
We started with the Taira Group topic. I didn’t want to sound like I was bragging about being the chairman’s youngest grandson, so I simply said I was a distant relative who got lucky. The subject then shifted to the wine Kazuhiro was drinking.
“Kazuhiro, you drink surprisingly high-class stuff.”
“Yeah, looking at him you’d think he’d be chugging sweet-potato shochu straight from the bottle.”
“Kyahaha~! Sweet-potato shochu from the bottle!”
Once she got tipsy, Gokado Hanako turned into a girl who laughed at everything. Even my smallest jokes made her burst into giggles; it was almost embarrassing. Soon, Kazuhiro began telling the story of how he became a wine enthusiast.
“My grandfather was French. He moved to America, where my dad became a U.S. soldier and eventually came to Japan. Grandpa loved wine, Dad loved wine, and I ended up loving it too because of their influence.”
“Oh~! So your grandfather was French. Where in France did he live?”
“He said Paris.”
“Ah… I’ve always wanted to visit Paris so badly!”
“Want to go together, just the two of us next time?”
For some reason, Japanese women had a special obsession with Paris, France. They must have some romantic image of it we couldn’t understand. The thing was, I knew Kazuhiro’s family history—his grandfather was actually from Jamaica and had nothing to do with France. The wine thing was just something his American father enjoyed.
When I gave him a look that said are you kidding me, Kazuhiro just grinned and winked. What a woman-crazed idiot. He’d even rewrite his grandfather’s hometown for a girl.