Eighteen’s Bed Novel Completed - Chapter 179

And inside the opened storage compartment were a few cans of drinks and a few small chocolate bars.

“You said it wasn’t your car.”

Go Yohan seemed to read my gaze, which was full of bewilderment, and for the first time today, he looked embarrassed.

“I kept it stocked in case anything happened.”

I stared intently at Go Yohan’s outstretched hand, as if he were showing off. Still those stiff three fingers. I don’t know how he drives with that hand. He actually did it quite well. It wasn’t difficult since all he had to do was hold the steering wheel, and he changed gears quite well too. Anyway, it was an automatic, so there wasn’t much need to change gears often.

But why did my gaze keep going there? In fact, I had secretly crossed my legs the entire ride to the amusement park, feeling a strange sensation. Go Yohan probably knew about my strange reactions by now, though.

Ever since I told Go Yohan that I got excited looking at his fingers and scars, Go Yohan subtly increased the instances of brushing or touching me with his stiff three fingers.

The problem is that I respond to it. I guess I really am a perverted bastard.

“So, we’re only staying for an hour, then leaving?”

“Yeah. We won’t be able to see it directly, but let’s watch it comfortably from a warm place, even if it’s just in the sky.”

Go Yohan, opening a can, smiled. And very purely at that. I took the can Go Yohan handed me and thought about it. The probability of Go Yohan having seen fireworks like this. My guess is it’s probably close to 0%. I put the lukewarm drink to my lips, then stopped.

“This isn’t alcohol, is it?”

“No, unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately?”

He’s so good at playing along with my boring jokes. I tried to be funny but failed. I changed direction, pretending to ask seriously, and finished my drink. After a few gulps, I suddenly found the situation funny and let out a hollow laugh. This time, I quickly covered my mouth with the back of my hand to avoid spilling.

“Is something funny?”

“No, the situation is just funny.”

“The situation?”

I leaned forward, wiping my mouth, and replied.

“I never dreamed I’d watch fireworks with my pants off in my life.”

“Well, I never thought my first fireworks viewing would be semi-nude either.”

“Is this your first time seeing fireworks?”

“It’s my first time seriously coming to see them. It’s not like my life has had such heartwarming events.”

I silently drank my beverage again. And I praised my past self from a few minutes ago for making a wise decision. Thank goodness. I didn’t lose the opportunity to someone else. A moment and a choice I hadn’t thought much of had, without my knowing, become a highlight of our relationship.

So, Go Yohan’s first relationship, first date, and first fireworks were all with me.

“Why do you keep smiling?”

Go Yohan, leaning back against the seat and looking at me, asked. But Go Yohan, who was asking me “why are you smiling,” was actually smiling himself. What kind of question is that, not even knowing he’s smiling?

“You’re smiling too.”

“No, I wasn’t smiling. You were.”

What kind of answer is that, when he’s clearly letting out a smile? I scoffed and shrugged.

“Okay, I’ll say that’s true.”

“Why do you keep smiling? Is the situation that funny right now?”

“Right now, I’m smiling because I’m happy.”

“What’s so good?”

I looked at Go Yohan sideways. Our eyes met again, Go Yohan smiling a little awkwardly. Sometimes, I have moments where I feel like I’m going crazy. Regardless of time or space. Right now was one of those times.

“You.”

But there are moments when Go Yohan is too lovely to just pass by. For me, with Go Yohan as my life’s weakness, such moments have become an unavoidable occurrence. It’s irresistible.

Furthermore, the sudden irresistibility that strikes me often leads me to the most erotic moments. This is why those who only frequent brothels are treated like fools. Those who are already tainted by stimulation wouldn’t know true eroticism. It’s not pornography or sex that drives a person crazy. It’s the foreplay that happens before pornography and sex begin. A kind of mental arousal.

“……”

“……”

Go Yohan’s fingers lightly tap the steering wheel. The bastard who ignored my plea not to look at me now looks out the opposite window without being told. In the quiet atmosphere, the only sounds were the small noises we made whenever we tapped the perfectly sound car body.

“Jun-ah.”

“……Huh.”

I stroked the bumpy surface of the leather with the blunt part of my finger. He called, and I answered, but the conversation didn’t continue. Then, a slightly heavy sound hit the car window. A single drop of water plummeted down the window, creating a crown-shaped smudge.

I subtly lifted the hand that had been caressing the leather seat. Then, I stroked the collar of my coat. I was moving my body myself, but it felt strangely as if I wasn’t moving as I intended.

Thud, thud. Heavy raindrops fell on the thick iron of the car. I was the first to speak.

“The fireworks must be canceled.”

“……”

“Because it’s raining.”

My pink-stained fingernails scratched the coat. Following the direction my hand swept, the coat’s surface distorted. Go Yohan lifted his firmly muscled right arm and stroked his unblemished right arm with his left hand. He also touched his shoulder with his arm raised. It felt exactly like the meaningless gestures I made, bothering my coat and the seat. Go Yohan, who had again folded both arms on the steering wheel, rested his chin on his arms. The rain grew heavier, blurring the car window.

“I’m thinking of increasing my smoking.”

Go Yohan’s words, breaking the silence, were truly out of the blue. But they were words that so resembled Go Yohan’s presence. Like a shard of glass thrown into a calm lake.

“-Huh?”

“How about it? Should I?”

“……Why are you asking me that?”

I hate the smell of cigarettes. I could have said that. Instead, I just put my rough thumb into my mouth and bit it slightly. Crunch. Crunch. My fingernail bounced between my canines. Like Go Yohan, I turned my head and looked out the side window. It was an unexpected, guerrilla-like downpour. The ground became darker than the sky. Through the faintly visible scenery, the streetlight blurred on the ground, tearing into shreds as soon as it touched the water.

I stopped biting my hand.

Ever since Go Yohan started smoking, I’ve come to enjoy the smell of his cigarettes. His firm mouth holding the white stick with faint wrinkles, his neatly sculpted high nose bridge, his eyes deeply set more than others. And the days continued where I suffered from the expression Go Yohan made when he smoked.

“Why did you start smoking in the first place? Did you suddenly start admiring it?”

It’s strange. My breath caught. With a stifled feeling, I slightly opened the drawer in front of me, then closed it again.

“In high school, you said all smokers were pathetic losers with no future.”

“……Damn it.”

“You said it yourself.”

“That’s right. Damn it. I said that.”

Go Yohan let out a long sigh and ruffled his hair. His already unkempt hair became even messier, fluttering about from his hand. Unfortunately, the problem was that his disheveled hair suited him too well. His muscles, illuminated by the fragmented streetlight, and his selfishly broad shoulders, everything seemed like props for Go Yohan.

“I don’t want to tell you.”

The hand that had been gripping the steering wheel fell to the seat. Go Yohan then slumped his body, leaning back against the seat. And then he turned his head to the opposite side of where I was sitting.

Was he trying to cut off the conversation? My breath involuntarily hitched. A heavy, suffocating anxiety tightened the blood vessels leading to my heart. In contrast to Go Yohan, who was sprawled on the seat, I straightened my back. And then I froze. It was because of the strange movement burrowing into my coat.

Slender fingers crept in, approaching and entering through the gap in my coat. Go Yohan was clearly looking the other way, but his right hand was invading the inside of my coat. My stomach instinctively tensed. Finally, his fingers hooked onto my underwear near my pelvis. His fingers, entering the gap between my underwear and skin, tugged at the underwear and then released it.

“……Go Yohan.”

I heard a snort. Go Yohan’s jaw, visible only in outline, trembled. And his fingers, gripping my underwear as if to tear it off, began to move downwards. Thanks to that, the edge of my underwear, which should have been wrapped around my waist, slowly slid down towards my buttocks.

“You think I’m like a dog too, don’t you? I feel like I’m crazy too. Can you feel it?”

Go Yohan’s voice bounced off the window and flowed to me. Feel it? I was too busy trying to compose my finely trembling breath and my mentally harassed mind. While I was silent, Go Yohan’s hand slipped inside my underwear. I just gripped the collar of my coat, staring into the air. My gaze scattered with excitement.

The hand that entered my underwear vigorously scratched my thigh. It was clearly a strong force, enough to leave red marks, but it didn’t hurt. Only one spot, my index finger, where he could apply proper pressure, hurt as if the bone was being pressed. I instinctively gripped my coat tightly. I suppressed the groan that was about to burst out.

“……Ugh.”

His fingers, pressing my skin until it was almost bruised, slid down my thigh. That slow movement felt excruciatingly sensitive, like being cut by a knife. Go Yohan’s body tilted slightly towards me. The rustling of the seat filled the car’s interior with noise.

His fingers, which had been going down to my knee, suddenly turned inward, bending at the slightly fleshy part.

The precariously clinging underwear was pulled further and further down. The only thing that could prevent my underwear from slipping down was my own weight.

I turned around and looked at my pants sprawled on the back seat floor. As expected, I thought something was strange.

“Go Yohan, you… you intended this, didn’t you? From the start, you intended to…”

“Damn it, of course I did. Did you just realize that? Why watch useless fireworks explode? Damn it. What a waste of time.”

His fingers moved up my thigh again. The flesh on my inner thigh was pulled along. Again, it was a force strong enough to surely leave red marks. Finally, his hand, which had crept all the way inside, now burrowed into my inner thigh. Only then did I hastily grab Go Yohan’s wrist. Unfortunately, my hand and Go Yohan’s hand were blocked by my coat.

“You have to pay back what you accumulated as a kid, with interest.”

“……I never accumulated anything like that.”

“Bullshit.”

Go Yohan paid no mind to my dissuasion. Instead, he gripped the flesh of my thigh so hard it hurt.

“Pay the price for using eighteen-year-old Go Yohan as a sperm thief, as you pleased.”

“Hey, you did too!”

“Of course. That’s why I’m paying you back too.”

His long, slender index finger lightly pressed and scratched the skin below my genitals. The sensation of skin being strongly scraped through the thin fabric sent shivers throughout my body. My entire leg convulsed violently once, twitching.

Go Yohan’s wrist was pressed between my legs. But Go Yohan’s fingers didn’t stop.

“I never forget a debt, you know.”

“……”

My foot twisted, and the top of my foot scraped the rough floor. It was because Go Yohan’s hand was dangerously circling, avoiding only my penis. My muscles trembled. Like a body shaking from too much caffeine.

“You understand. Honestly, this is partly your fault too. If you had given it to me then, you wouldn’t be going through this now.”

The hand that had deeply burrowed into my inner thigh stopped. Ah, it stopped. I twisted my body, feeling a strange emptiness from the sudden cessation of the tickling. It was then. Go Yohan firmly grabbed my inner thigh and pulled me strongly towards him. My waist, which had been losing strength, slid down at once.

Crazy. As soon as I realized one leg was forcibly spread, I hastily brought my legs together. But Go Yohan raised the corner of his mouth, slipped his finger into the gap of my underwear, and flicked the tightly clinging fabric. Thwack — with an unpleasant sound, my underwear roughly slapped against my skin.

“Ugh… It was you who vowed your purity to God.”

“You know that well, don’t you? That’s why I converted.”

Go Yohan firmly gripped my hardened penis through my underwear. Gasp, I braced my hand against something on the door, where it had been flailing, and held my breath. Go Yohan leaned towards me, glanced at the hollowed-out center of my coat where my legs were spread, then looked at me and smiled.

“God, you’re hard.”

“……Let go.”

“Jun-ah, just be honest. You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you? After looking at my dick like that.”

His large hand slowly stroked my penis up and down. In truly textbook movements. I forced strength into my involuntarily arching back. The hand that had been bracing against something on the door began to wander again.

Tap, tap, my excited hand tapped aimlessly, searching for support. But unfortunately, the passenger seat wasn’t a place with many things to grab onto.