Chapter 126: In The Car (R18)

Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of the suite, soft and gold. The city below was already awake, traffic murmuring in the distance. We had showered in turns, the earlier intensity of the night washed away but not forgotten. Clothes went back on with deliberate care.

Val wore a tailored dark blouse and skirt that still somehow managed to look professional despite the faint marks on her neck. Yerin had chosen a short sundress that flared when she moved.

Yoona slipped back into the same deep red gown from the night before, the one with the high slit, smoothing the silk over her hips with a small, private smile. The stockings had been replaced with fresh sheer black ones; none of us commented on it, but I noticed.

Bags were packed. The suite looked almost ordinary again.

I checked my watch, then looked at the three of them standing near the door.

"Before we leave," I said, voice calm but absolute, "I want all three of you full when you walk out into the day. I want you going about whatever you have to do knowing I’m still inside you."

Yerin’s eyes lit up instantly. "Here? Now?"

"Not here." I picked up the car key from the console table. "In the car. I’m driving."

Yoona’s brows rose, a slow, delighted curve to her mouth. "Risky."

"That’s the point."

Val’s expression stayed composed, but a faint flush touched her cheeks. "Understood."

The private elevator ride down was quiet, thick with anticipation. In the underground garage the sleek black sedan waited exactly where we had left it. I unlocked it and slid into the driver’s seat.

Yoona took the front passenger seat without being told, the red gown pooling around her legs, the slit falling open just enough to show the top of her stocking. Yerin and Val climbed into the back.

I started the engine, pulled out of the garage, and merged into the lighter morning traffic. For the first few blocks I drove normally, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on Yoona’s thigh through the silk. The city moved around us, pedestrians, other cars, the ordinary world completely unaware.

At a longer red light I glanced at her.

"Now."

Yoona didn’t hesitate. She shifted, gathered the red gown up around her waist, and climbed over the center console with practiced grace. The slit made it easy. She straddled me in the driver’s seat, knees bracketing my hips, the silk of the gown draping over us like a curtain.

My cock was already hard; she freed it from my trousers with quick fingers, stroked once, then sank down in one smooth motion.

"Ahh—"

The wet heat of her took me completely. I kept my left hand on the wheel as the light turned green, right hand gripping her hip under the gown. She rode me in small, controlled rolls, the motion hidden by the fabric and the angle of the seat. Every time she sank down I felt her clench.

"You’re already so wet," I murmured, eyes on the road. "Did the idea of this do it?"

"Yes," she breathed against my ear. "Knowing we’ll all be walking around full of you... nngh—"

In the back seat Yerin leaned forward. "Unnie’s taking him first? Not fair."

I met her eyes in the rearview mirror. "You and Val. While you wait. I want to hear you."

There was a brief rustle of clothing. Then the soft sound of a kiss, followed by a low moan from Yerin. I glanced in the mirror long enough to see Val’s hand under Yerin’s sundress, two fingers already moving, while Yerin’s own hand had slipped inside Val’s skirt. They kissed again, deeper, the wet sounds mixing with the low hum of the engine.

Yoona’s rhythm grew a little bolder. The gown shifted with every rise and fall. I kept the car steady through a gentle turn, then accelerated just enough to press her down harder onto me.

"Ah—Seth—traffic—"

"I see it." I throttled back, one hand still firm on her hip, guiding her. "Keep moving. I want you first."

She did. The wet slide of her around my cock was steady, deliberate. In the back the sounds grew more open, Yerin’s soft gasps, Val’s quieter, controlled breaths, the faint slick noise of fingers working.

"Faster," I told Yoona.

She obeyed, hips rolling with more urgency. The red silk whispered. I felt her start to tighten.

"Come on me," I ordered quietly. "Then switch."

Yoona’s forehead dropped against my shoulder. A sharp, muffled cry left her as she clenched hard and came, pulsing around me in tight waves. I held her through it, still driving, then lifted her off just enough to let my cock slip free. She settled back into the passenger seat with a shaky exhale, gown smoothed down again, thighs pressed together.

"Yerin. Front."

Yerin scrambled over the console the moment the next light turned red. Her sundress was already pushed up. She sank onto me in one eager motion, a bright, broken sound escaping her throat.

"Haaah—fuck, you’re still so hard—"

I started moving the car again the second the light changed. Yerin rode me with shorter, bounce-like motions, the risk making her tighter. In the back Val watched for a moment, then reached over and pulled Yerin’s dress higher so she could see everything. Her fingers found Yerin’s clit and rubbed in tight circles while I fucked upward into her.

"Val—" Yerin gasped. "Don’t stop—"

"I’m not," Val answered, voice low. She leaned forward and kissed the side of Yerin’s neck, still working her fingers.

I kept both hands busy, one on the wheel, one under Yerin’s dress gripping her ass. The city continued around us. A delivery van passed on the left. A woman with a coffee cup waited at a crosswalk. None of them knew.

Yerin came with a sharp, bitten-off cry, walls fluttering hard. I didn’t let her linger. The moment the next stretch of road opened I lifted her off and nodded toward the back.

"Val. Now."

Val climbed forward with the same controlled grace she brought to everything. Her skirt was already hiked. She settled onto me facing forward, back against my chest, and guided me inside with one hand. The angle was deep. A soft, involuntary sound left her throat.

"Nnh..."

I drove with her in my lap, the motion of the car adding small, constant friction. Her hands rested on the dashboard for balance. In the back Yerin and Yoona had turned to each other, kissing openly now, hands under clothes, the wet sounds of their fingers and mouths filling the cabin.

"Make each other come," I told them. "I want to hear it while I’m inside Val."

They obeyed. Yerin’s moan rose first, then Yoona’s lower, richer sound. Val’s breathing grew uneven as she felt every shift of the car and every pulse of my cock. I reached around, found her clit under the skirt, and rubbed in firm circles.

"You’re going to take it all," I said against her ear. "Then you’re going to walk into whatever meeting you have with me still inside you."

"Yes," she whispered. "Please—"

I let the tension build until the next quiet residential stretch, then thrust up harder. Val’s controlled exterior cracked. She came with a tight, shaking cry, body clamping down around me.

I followed a second later, burying myself deep and flooding her in long pulses. She stayed seated on me until every drop was spent, then carefully lifted off and returned to the back seat, thighs pressed together under her skirt.

Yoona looked at me from the passenger seat, eyes dark with satisfaction. "All three of us?"

"All three." I adjusted my trousers, checked the mirrors, and continued driving as if nothing had happened. "You’re going to spend the day like this. Every time you move, every time you sit down, you’ll feel it."

Yerin let out a soft, breathless laugh from the back. "This is so unfair. And so hot."

Val’s voice was quieter, but steady. "I’ll be thinking about it through every briefing."

Yoona smoothed the red gown over her lap and rested her hand on my thigh. "Good. That was the idea."