115. Weakness (7)

I want to go on a trip…

Somewhere nobody knows me.

I want to go on a date.

I want to go for a drive in a car too.

Like the car I’m riding in now.

It doesn’t even have to be a big car.

“Hinami-ssi, you don’t need to stop at a rest stop, right?”

“Yeees….”

11 PM.

On the road heading back to Seoul from the countryside.

Without the members who abandoned me and ran off to the bathroom.

Sitting alone in the back seat of the car,

I wait for the members with the manager, who’s like an NPC I neither particularly like nor dislike.

…Hurry up and come back already.

I want to dive into my bed at least one second sooner.

“Still, today’s schedule is over, so go back and get plenty of rest.”

“Yeees….”

Even if we get back quickly, it’ll easily be past midnight.

Even if I barely manage to fall asleep after getting back, I have another schedule starting early tomorrow morning.

There are still four more days until my day off.

Maybe it’s because I went to Haneda Airport the day before yesterday, but I feel like I’m genuinely going to die.

It’s a relief it was Japan, at least it’s close.

Maybe it’s because I breathed the dry air on the plane, but my throat still feels scratchy.

…I wish I’d just caught a bad cold so I could rest properly.

But it’s not quite that bad.

“….”

Resenting my own unnecessarily healthy body.

I put my eye mask and neck pillow back on, which I had taken off for a moment, and take a deep breath with my eyes closed.

…Ah, I feel like I’m going to pass out again like this.

Just as I was about to give in to the overwhelming sleepiness without resisting.

“Ah, this is exhausting, so exhausting…”

…The noisy members squeeze into the car.

Well, the person sitting next to me is relatively quiet, though.

“Everyone’s here now? Let’s go.”

“Yeees~. Ah, Jia-ya. Can I have my eye mask?”

“…Here.”

“Me too, me too.”

The car is noisy as usual.

Maybe because it’s so routine.

I can barely tell if these voices I hear are real or a dream.

Actually, it doesn’t really matter which it is.

“….”

Before I knew it, the loud noise disappeared.

And soon, only the sound of the wheels rolling

and the quiet sounds of everyone breathing filled the calm car.

…I wonder if it’s better to wake up and have Greek yogurt for breakfast tomorrow.

Speaking of which, if you dip Tandoori chicken in yogurt, is that Turkish food or Indian food….

“…Hah.”

Just before drifting off into dreamland following the flow of my thoughts, I jolt awake.

…Ah, if I hadn’t snapped back for just 30 seconds, I would’ve passed out completely.

Putting my disappointment aside, I started to lower my eye mask to check the navigation, but then.

“….”

Jia, staring out the window with a melancholic expression, catches my eye.

Hmm.

…I guess it’ll be difficult to be like we used to be.

Was sending that picture really a mistake?

…At this point, since I was already caught, nothing I did would have mattered anyway.

But at least I felt good about it, so that’s something.

“…Jia, aren’t you sleeping?”

“…I’m tired too. I’m going to sleep.”

If you asked whether my connection with Jia is important or not.

I’d naturally say it’s important because she’s my only friend.

And so.

…I had hoped she would understand me even more.

But Jia seems like too neat a person; maybe she doesn’t need a friend like me.

Well,

it makes sense she wouldn’t need a friend who sleeps with her older sister’s boyfriend.

It was my choice.

I should accept it humbly.

“Haaah….”

I put my eye mask back on and let out a long breath.

Only good thoughts.

Only happy memories.

Bringing them to mind.

I somehow manage to endure today too.

Ah,

Just a few more days.

If I endure.

…I can see Oppa again.

**

“Hey, wake up. We’re almost there.”

“Mmmph…. …Ah.”

Saturday night.

To her, who was desperately looking for me even at this late hour.

I had gotten permission to go see her today, just this once.

“Ah…. It’s Oppa….”

“Then who did you think it was?”

“…Manager-ajeossi.”

“Isn’t that a bit harsh?”

“…I’m glad it’s not.”

…If she had seemed okay, I wouldn’t have gone this far for her.

Although I didn’t meet her in person.

Her tone over the phone sounded unusual.

Not just me,

Even Haeun felt it.

“Ah, what about unnie…?”

“I dropped her off earlier. She should be sleeping at the pension.”

“…I see.”

A tight 2-night, 3-day trip starting Saturday evening and returning Monday morning.

Even though it was a private villa pension, I hadn’t planned on bringing her along just in case.

But this time, I just couldn’t leave her behind.

Not because she was throwing a tantrum wanting to meet like usual.

…Because she lied and said she was fine.

Like a fool.

“If it were winter, I would have taken you to a hot spring or something.”

“…We can go there later when we travel in Japan, Oppa.”

“I’ll take you somewhere really rural, somewhere you wouldn’t know.”

“…Okay.”

Actually, it’s not that safe even now.

I didn’t even wear a disguise.

Just a hat and a mask.

If someone took a picture right now on this late night, it would be the end.

Especially since Haeun isn’t with me right now.

“Ah, but, um. Did I fall asleep right after getting in the car…?”

“You know yourself well.”

“…How embarrassing.”

“You didn’t snore, so it’s fine.”

“Hehe….”

Nevertheless, I had to bring her.

She said she had a grueling schedule all week.

…And she must have been with Seo Jia the entire time she was working.

Even if Hinami doesn’t hold a grudge against Seo Jia,

Seo Jia couldn’t look at Hinami the same way she used to.

There’s nothing more tiring than constantly being around a friend who feels awkward towards you.

The situation is a bit different, but.

I also wanted to die every time I ran into my colleagues during my rehab.

“Haaam…. Ah. Is this it…?”

“Yeah. It looks a bit secluded and deserted, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. It’s a very… gloomy place. …Looks like no one would be around.”

We finally reach the destination, I park the car.

Turn off the engine, approach her sitting in the back seat, and unbuckle her seatbelt.

“….”

“….”

…No need to say anything.

…No need for further conversation.

As we imprint each other’s silhouettes onto our retinas.

“…Mm, …Heup….”

Under the night sky filled with the scent of midsummer.

Pulled in by her, leaning back against the seat and pulling me closer.

As much as I want.

As much as I lack.

I fill myself into her lips.

“Chyu…eup…. …Puhah….”

Half-lidded, sleepy-looking eyes.

But.

Tasting the tip of her tongue, which seemed to have shaken off sleep.

“He…ep, Eungbeup…, Chyuu….”

That tongue, which must have whispered love to her fans today,

Those lips, which must have acted cute so lovingly.

Which must have sparkled under the lights,

That light pink tint.

I cover it with my bodily fluids.

“…Haaah. Hah. Hehe….”

Engraving the corners of her eyes, curved like a crescent moon in the moonlight, into my vision.

Engraving my existence into her pupils, which shone more beautifully than a full moon.

“…Shall we go back now? To unnie.”

“….”

Secretly.

…But never.

Neither an affair nor adultery.

In such an ambiguous relationship.

“Ah, haha…. It’s not… cold. Since it’s summer….”

“It’ll get hot once the air conditioning stops.”

“…Should I turn it on again?”

“…Yeah.”

Again,

I close the car door.

Reach over, and turn the ignition back on.

Gradually pushing out the humid summer night air.

“Haaah…. Ah. Really, there’s no one around, right…?”

“It’s practically the woods here.”

From the back seat.

Today.

Having gone through that grueling schedule together.

I peel off the thin summer clothes of the idol named Nakazawa Hinami, layer by layer.

“…My chest is sweaty, so….”

“I don’t mind.”

As proof of that effort.

The slightly damp bra, flick, flick.

I tear it off.

With the dim interior light.

Illuminating her slender body.

“…You really don’t mind?”

“Yeah.”

“Really? …Even though you probably just had tons of sex with a busty older woman.”

“Because you like it your way.”

“…Player.”

…Without lying.

Honestly.

Caressing her.

“Ah….”

The ripe, bright red fruit.

I take a light bite with my mouth.

“Eunggh…. …Haaah. Doesn’t it smell like sweat…?”

“…It smells sweet.”

“Eh, there’s no way….”

Tickling my nose.

With the stimulating scent of cosmetics, which isn’t unpleasant.

“Huhu…. Ah. Oppa. You’re like a baby….”

“What do you mean?”

“…Are my nipples tasty?”

“….”

“Really…. You’re so dishonest… Ah….”

The taste of the sweet tint still lingering on my tongue.

I cover it with the nuttier, chewier taste of her nipples.

“Hah, hehe…. Ah….”

Her hand, impudently stroking my hair.

Under her skirt.

Gently.

I slip my fingers in.

“….”

She lifts her hips wordlessly.

Lifts her thighs.

…Instead of the bloomers that should have been there.

Just a single, very thin black thong.

I place it on her thigh.

“You were walking around wearing this crap?”

“…I changed earlier….”

“…Why?”

“No comment. …Pervert.”

For me.

Her, having changed during that brief visit home.

Her thighs.

Her hips.

Her navel.

Still smelling faintly of youth.

Her fair skin.

Caressing them.

“….”

Gulp.

Her skirt, as she swallows.

Slowly.

With her help.

I pull it down.

“Hehe….”

Before long.

With makeup so beautiful it’s almost gaudy.

Uncharacteristically.

Despite her mature-looking face.

“…I’ll take off my shoes.”

…Nothing at all.

Now.

Not even socks.

She wears on her body.

Only wearing earrings.

The pure white her.

I gently place her on top of me.

“….”

The zipper of my pants, about to burst.

Zzzzip.

She pulls it down with her slender fingers.

“Ah….”

Just like she did.

Lifting my lower body slightly.

Now sticky and wet.

I expose my cock to the cold car air.

“Um, Oppa.”

“Yeah.”

“…Thank you for bringing me here.”

“…If you hadn’t said that, I was going to send you back home.”

“Eh, that’s so mean….”

As if nothing was wrong.

Chatting casually.

“You’re really mean. For me to be doing… this much for you… Heh…”

Zbeub, zbeub.

Holding my cock.

Into herself.

I firmly support her as she lewdly pushes it in.

“Haaah…. …Ah. Oppaaa….”

“What is it?”

“If this leaks…. It’ll dirty the car….”

With half-lidded eyes.

Her skin covered in goosebumps.

Hugging me.

Sticking close.

Craving me.

“…So it doesn’t leak, please… kiss my baby’s room…. tightly. With your glans…. …Beub, beub. …Do it for me… ♡”

This pitiful and lovely girl.

To my heart’s content.

I embrace her.

“Nngh…, Eup…, Eut, eut, eup, eup………♥”

Spitting out strands of hair that get caught and chewed in my mouth one or two at a time.

Biting down hard on her tongue, which endlessly craves me.

As she wishes.

As I desire.

Again and again.

Again and again.

…A lot.

Finally.

Until the car gets dirty.

Her.

I hold her tight.