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I grabbed Taehwan’s wrist.
“H-Hey… Taehwan. Wait. Don’t start the car yet.”
“Why? If you need the bathroom, go now. The next rest stop isn’t for a while.”
“No, that’s not it…”
“Hm?”
“……”
Going to the restroom alone again wasn’t going to solve this.
I had to ask him for help.
But now that I was trying to say it, the words just wouldn’t come out.
I couldn’t even bring myself to look at his face—just stared at the hand I was holding.
‘How do normal people learn about this stuff?’
Do teachers teach it in school?
Even the part about how to… do it yourself?
Or do parents explain it at home?
If I had known it’d come to this, I would’ve read a book or something.
I could’ve used the Bureau’s library too.
God, I seriously regret not doing that.
But it was too late now, and I only had one choice left.
I didn’t have a father to talk to, and having a friend close enough to share something like this with—well, maybe that was the greatest stroke of luck in my life.
I mean, I do have a younger brother in high school now… but Eunyul… no.
Not him.
I’d never want to ask or talk to him about something like this.
Especially not this.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“N-No, nothing happened, really…”
“Then what is it? Just say it.”
He must’ve been worried because I wasn’t saying anything.
His voice was tense.
Honestly, the fact that he hadn’t noticed anything up until now was more out of character for him.
I couldn’t make him worry more.
I’d already scared him before with my panic—this time, I needed to stay calm.
I mustered up my courage and looked up.
“I… it happened again.”
“…Huh? What happened?”
“Um, down there… The thing you touched before.”
“…Ah.”
“It’s not quite… there yet, but I keep feeling like it’s going to happen. I tried to take care of it myself, but… I still don’t really know how. Could you… help me, just one more time? Sorry…”
I let go of his wrist, just in case he felt pressured.
Taehwan was a kind friend who usually said yes to anything I asked—but this was clearly over the line.
Helping a male friend with… that?
It was weird.
Really weird.
And it wasn’t like I reacted calmly last time, either.
I made all kinds of noises, scratched him—it was a mess.
It’d be totally understandable if he didn’t want to do it again.
He might not want to see me like that again.
If I imagined Eunyul acting like I did that time… yeah, I’d want to bleach my brain.
Of course! I’m his older brother—if Eunyul came to me for help, I’d definitely support him no matter what.
Still, this wasn’t something I could just ask one-sidedly. I quickly added,
“If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I’ll try to do it myself.”
“No, I’ll help. It’s not a big deal.”
“R-Really…?”
Not a big deal?
Sure, the act of touching might be simple, but everything else surrounding it must be… uncomfortable.
I glanced at him just to be sure, and—Taehwan looked completely calm.
No sign of discomfort at all. That helped me relax a little.
Well, I suppose he’s helped me clean up worse messes before.
Not that this should ever be taken for granted, but still…
“Not here. I’ll do it in the back seat.”
I was relieved that he agreed without hesitation.
And another thing—thankfully, there were barely any people or cars around.
With tinted windows, if I could just keep the sounds down, it might work.
Taehwan cleared away some of the stuff piled on the backseat to make room.
He glanced around the parking lot, then reached out and pulled my hand.
“Jehee.”
“Y-Yeah?”
“Come sit on my lap.”
He patted his sturdy thigh.
My mind raced.
If I sat on his lap… what position would that mean?
If I faced forward like last time, the front seat might block the view a little—but the windshield would still be right in front of me, and it felt like everything down below could be seen if things slipped out of place.
If I wanted to keep things hidden and make sure nothing showed outside my clothes…
I’d have to face him.
But could I really look him in the eye while we did that?
This was Taehwan, after all…
Though, maybe it was because it was Taehwan that I even felt okay asking him.
While I hesitated, unsure of what to do, Taehwan spoke again.
“Not getting on?”
“I—I will.”
I decided to sit sideways facing the door first, keeping my legs together.
I could figure out the rest afterward.
I lowered myself onto his lap, and immediately, his strong arms pulled my legs in tight—clack—the door closed beside us.
With all the luggage behind me, and Taehwan’s broad body blocking the front, and the door shut… it suddenly felt like we were trapped in a small, dark space.
There were even curtains on the back windows, making it feel more closed in.
Just the two of us, in this dark, cramped space.
My body stiffened up, not wanting to move.
But Taehwan didn’t seem to feel the same.
“Mmgh…!”
His large, firm hand slipped between my tightly closed legs.
His warm palm boldly caressed my inner thighs, moving toward the center—and gently pressed down on it.
Though there were two layers of fabric between us, it didn’t feel like a barrier at all—maybe because I still remembered the touch of his hand.
If anything, the cloth sliding against my skin only heightened the sensation of his fingers.
My body, already brimming with desire, reacted instantly.
Faster than I could handle.
A surge of panic rose, and I tried to stop the teasing by clamping my legs together and gripping Taehwan’s wrists with both hands, but it was useless.
My thin thighs couldn’t hold him back, and my hands trembled, too weak to resist the electric pleasure shooting through me.
All that escaped my lips were ragged, heated breaths.
“Ah—Tae—hng…”
“Wow, seriously. You’ve been holding back, huh? You’re so responsive.”
“Hah… D-don’t touch…”
“‘Don’t touch’? You’re the one who asked for it.”
“……”
“What should I do, then? Stop?”
But maybe, in the end, my resistance wasn’t sincere at all.
The moment his palm slowed its relentless strokes, frustration burned through me, maddening.
He was finally touching me, and yet—I could feel tears welling up, threatening to spill.
I hastily pulled my hands away and relaxed my legs.
“…No. P-please… keep going.”
The second I gave permission, Taehwan chuckled and shifted one of my legs aside.
And then—my thighs were forced apart, straddling either side of his torso.
So we’d end up facing each other like this.
Logically, I knew this was how it should be, but the embarrassment was too much.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face against him, unable to meet his gaze.
Beneath me, Taehwan’s hands moved again.
One gripped my hip firmly while the other slid between my legs, cupping me entirely—my sac, even the curve of my ass—all greedily claimed in his palm.
The heat of his touch seared through me, setting my body aflame.
His broad hand rolled my sac roughly, his thumb dragging boldly along my length.
Just that motion alone was enough to make me swell further.
“Hah…”
My chin tilted up slightly.
A pleased hum mixed with my ragged breathing.
It felt undeniably good.
Nothing like when I’d touched myself yesterday.
Was it the difference in skill?
Or was it just that Taehwan’s hands were bigger, warmer—making every sensation sharper?
“Ah… ahh…”
His fingers trailed back from my ass to stroke me again, and my hips jerked.
Still wearing my shoes, I couldn’t brace myself against the car seat properly, so after flailing awkwardly, I ended up kneeling on the seat instead.
With my arms around his neck, I couldn’t hide my face anymore, so I settled for cradling the back of his head instead—lightly, careful not to block his view.
But maybe Taehwan was embarrassed too.
Instead of looking down, he buried his face against my chest.
Every exhale of his seeped through my clothes, tickling my skin.
The sensation was strangely erotic, and before I knew it, I was rolling my hips, grinding myself into his hand.
Even though it already felt so good, I grew greedy, craving more.
Maybe I was starting to understand the pleasure of the “real thing.”
He must’ve noticed my impatience to move forward.
Taehwan let out a short laugh and spoke.
“Want to take these off now?”
“…Mhm.”
“Pants, underwear—shoes too. All of it.”
“…All?”
“Yeah.”
“C-can’t you just… pull it out? I’ll take the shoes off.”
“Tsk. No shortcuts. Strip properly.”
Why did he sound like he was scolding a kid?
Then again, I was the one being taught here.
Maybe thinking of me like a child was the only way he could bring himself to help me with this.
I could accept that much, but the real issue was that I really didn’t want to strip completely.
Even if this area was secluded, even if the backseat had curtains—it was still broad daylight.
What if someone suddenly showed up?
And even if no one saw…
Was this part of me really something worth exposing so blatantly?
It was too humiliating.
While I hesitated, only managing to kick off my shoes, Taehwan rummaged through his bag and draped something over my shoulders.
“There. Now it’s less embarrassing, right?”
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