Side Story. Mr. Kang Joo-hyuk’s Family Affairs (21)

…As expected, enjoying a bath while drinking isn’t exactly a recommended pastime.

The next morning, my body was one thing, but my head felt like it was going to split open.

We barely even finished half a bottle of wine between the three of us, even though we went through the trouble of buying it.

Everyone was groaning ‘Ughhh,’ like they were dying, but we somehow managed to drag ourselves up right before checkout, quickly wash up, and leave the ryokan.

Surprisingly, we didn’t do it today.

…Although we did do it until past midnight last night.

“Ah, my head hurts like hell…. Should I call a designated driver- No, wait. I can’t call one…”

“Are you that tired, brother-in-law?”

“I think the alcohol hasn’t quite worn off. I might actually be in danger.”

We obviously couldn’t eat breakfast, and now it was lunchtime, but my stomach was empty, so I was hungry, my head hurt, my stomach felt raw-it was a whole mess.

I didn’t chug down alcohol like there was no tomorrow before bed, so I wouldn’t get caught for drunk driving, but I didn’t think I could drive while sober.

If there was even a place that sold hangover soup, I’d want to go grab a bowl, but unfortunately, the only restaurants nearby were expensive Japanese places.

And calling a designated driver to come get us… well, I wasn’t confident they wouldn’t recognize us.

…No, more accurately, I was certain they would recognize us.

Maybe Soo-ah wouldn’t, but there’s no way Seo Jia wouldn’t recognize me,

“You should have just extended our stay for another day.”

“…I don’t think Haeun would allow something like that.”

“Should I contact unnie right now?”

“Ah, Ye-eun-ah. I… I have to watch the kids too…”

Staying another day was an option, but there were just too many things holding me back.

Soo-ah would probably feel burdened leaving her child Haeun and Hinami for two whole days, and those two probably wouldn’t like me being away for two days either.

I had to get back before sunset at the latest, but how was I supposed to drive for over an hour in this state?

She has a license… I think Ye-eun has one, but I’ve never actually seen her drive, so honestly, I felt like it would be safer if I drove myself than letting her.

Ah, shit. Back in the day, I could’ve just called a trusted, close colleague, paid them for their meal, and asked them to drive.

But now… who could I even call?

“…Let’s just call a designated driver. It’s partly our fault you’re tired, too.”

“…Are you sure?”

“Well, we have masks… and sunglasses. If we cover up well enough, maybe they won’t recognize us.”

“…”

…Do I really have to call a designated driver?

Ah, screw it. Fuck it.

It’s better than getting into an accident driving myself in this condition.

**

Hoping the driver would keep his mouth shut, I followed Ye-eun’s suggestion and called for a designated driver.

It didn’t take long for someone to arrive-a man in his 30s, younger than I expected.

He had a friendly impression and a build suggesting he was used to driving.

Unfortunately, as soon as the driver saw my face, his eyes widened, and he let out a hearty, friendly laugh.

…No way, did he recognize me? Not even Jia…

I felt a pang of guilt, but he didn’t ask for my name or anything, so I awkwardly chuckled and got into the back seat.

…Of course, my wives got into the back seat too.

This car is spacious enough that three people can sit in the back without much issue.

Besides, if I sat in the front passenger seat, I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep, right?

“Yes, you’re heading towards Mokdong, correct?”

“Yes, yes. Just take us to the address I entered.”

“Yes, I’ll get us started.”

The driver got behind the wheel, glanced in the rearview mirror, scratched his head, and then vroom, pulled the car out onto the road.

Jia and Soo-ah, sitting side-by-side next to me, had their faces covered by masks, but honestly, if their beauty could be hidden just by wearing a mask, I wouldn’t have touched them in the first place.

Seeing two women in the car, the driver’s pupils darted around frantically. He cleared his throat a few times, then initiated small talk with me in a slightly trembling voice.

“Ahem, looks like you’re out having fun with the family.”

“…Yeah, well. Came out with my little sister and my girlfriend.”

“Ah… Yes, yes. Cough, cough.”

This overly friendly driver was making small talk even though I was sitting in the back.

Since it was awkward to answer, I just copy-pasted the excuse I used yesterday. The driver, glancing at me nervously, kept clearing his throat.

…He didn’t look convinced at all.

Could he have actually recognized me?

Of course, people his age often like baseball, and even though I only shone brightly for a year, I was quite famous for my ‘bad boy’ image, so it’s possible he’d recognize me.

But that was years ago…

…Maybe he doesn’t know me as a baseball player, but because of the scandals?

That hasn’t even been three years yet.

The atmosphere of mutual suspicion was making me uncomfortable, so I frowned. The driver, sweating profusely, tapped the steering wheel with his fingers.

…This is awkward as hell.

“……”

Plus, I kept making eye contact with the driver through the rearview mirror.

…I guess it’s natural.

If he recognized me, it’s inevitable he’d be curious about the women sitting next to me.

Even with their faces hidden, you can’t hide purple hair and a figure like that.

“…The weather’s nice today, isn’t it?”

“Huh? Oh, yes, yes…”

“There’s gum in the compartment next to you, have a piece.”

“Yes, yes, thank you…”

I was worried the driver might start looking backwards instead of forwards, so I opened the center console to offer him some gum.

…But what I momentarily forgot was that the small storage space held more than just gum; it had various odds and ends.

“Ah…”

…Condoms, for example.

As much as I like going raw, it’s a bit inconvenient to clean up afterwards if we do it without a condom in the car.

Of course, it’s not particularly strange for a guy with a girlfriend to have unused condoms rolling around in his car.

…But a guy with two women flanking him in the back seat? That looks suspicious no matter how you slice it.

I tried explaining one was my girlfriend and the other my sister, but judging by the rearview mirror, there’s no way he could tell which was which.

Because,

“…Stop it, will you.”

…Both of them are secretly stroking my thighs.

They’re leaning towards the window, pretending not to, but their hands are casually resting on me.

“……”

Silently and lewdly stroking someone’s thigh is clearly sexual assault.

…And doing it behind a stranger? That’s public indecency.

I felt a bit wronged just passively accepting it.

But if I started stroking their thighs too, we might get caught, so I stretched my arms upwards, pretending to yawn.

“Arghh… I’m tired.”

“You must have had a lot to drink.”

“No, I didn’t drink today. But the hangover hasn’t worn off, so just in case…”

“Ah… Right. Lots of people get caught the next day after drinking these days.”

“Yes, yes.”

I deliberately distracted the driver, leaned back fully against the seat, and slid my arm behind their backs.

Then, I slipped my fingers between their tops and skirts, tracing their slightly sweaty erector spinae muscles with my middle finger, silently warning them.

…Tone it down.

There might be angles the rearview mirror doesn’t cover, but I can see everyone’s expressions, right?

“…♡”

But these crazy voyeuristic patients, without missing a beat, lifted their waists slightly and pushed my hand even deeper under their skirts.

They were practically close enough to touch my tailbone if they just lifted their stockings and panties.

…How am I supposed to calm down these horny, naughty wives of mine first thing in the morning?

This is driving me insane.

I couldn’t just lift their skirts like usual.

Fortunately, it seemed the driver hadn’t noticed their shenanigans in the back, but if this continued, we were bound to get caught.

“Still, it’s a good thing Korea has a well-established designated driver culture. I asked a friend living in the US, and apparently, they just drink and drive home.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t know that- Hey, wait a sec…”

…But my lewd sister-in-law, seemingly unconcerned about getting caught, stood up brazenly and plopped down onto my lap.

Hey, I’m talking to the driver right now.

What is this…

“Oppa. …Your muscles are so huge, oppa, it’s too cramped. Lend me your knee.”

“Huh? …Uh, uh-huh…”

“……”

Worse, our shamelessly bold sister-in-law, perhaps wanting to twist my excuse, called me ‘Oppa’ and berated me like a bratty younger sister while grinding her ample backside onto my thigh.

…Hey, fuck. What kind of sister dresses like that in front of her oppa and gets him hard?

Do you think the driver will believe this?

Just because you speak harshly doesn’t make you siblings…

“Ah, your thighs are so damn hard. Seriously… Stop working out so much, oppa.”

“……”

Ye-eun, immersed in her method acting while grumbling realistically, now openly placed my arm on her stomach. I had no choice but to shift my hips towards the window, moving slightly away from Soo-ah.

…On the surface, Soo-ah, whose boyfriend was being stolen by her sister-in-law, glared at us with eyes so fierce it was hard to believe it was just acting.

“….”

The driver, who had been peeking at us from the blind spot of the rearview mirror, started shaking his legs, craning his neck out, but when our eyes met, he seemed to snap back to reality. He slapped his own cheek, focused on the road ahead, and continued driving in silence.

…Yeah.

Sorry about this, but…

If you look over here, you’ll cause an accident, sir.

Whether I’m stroking the belly of a woman who might be my sister, girlfriend, or sister-in-law, just focus on driving.

…Now Soo-ah is reaching her leg over and poking me too.

Don’t worry about it.

You can’t touch her anyway.