Even after crouching down and staring at it for a long time, the large scratch, over a hand span in length, naturally wouldn’t disappear.
It was obvious that someone had scratched it and left. Snorting, I connected the memory card removed from the black box to an SD reader. Since I remembered seeing it clean just a few days ago, I thought I could find the culprit quickly.
But in the folder I confidently opened, there was a much larger amount of files neatly stacked than I had expected. When I pressed them one by one, I realized that since not only the front but also the rear and interior of the vehicle were recorded in three directions, the daily accumulated videos were three times that of a regular black box.
I sighed involuntarily as I envisioned the hard work ahead. Half-giving up, I repeatedly played one by one through videos arranged in order of date and time.
Then I happened to open it. As I was getting bored watching the tedious videos for a long time, my mouse, playing around clicking here and there, slipped and played a video without intentional purpose. Really.
The video that filled the laptop screen due to a minor mistake was a black box recording of the vehicle’s interior. Woo Tae-seon was in the driver’s seat, and I was sitting in the passenger seat beside him, with the screen showing from the ceiling down to about chest level.
So just looking at this, it was an ordinary black box video with nothing particularly strange.
…Except.
―Haaah! Tae, Tae-seon. W-when, hnng, when will we arriive.
―Why? Can’t wait?
In the video, my right ankle was lifted high in the air. Wearing handcuffs tied to the handle attached to the passenger ceiling.
* * *
It was a drive that Woo Tae-seon suddenly suggested one day. It was now fully spring with flower festivals being held all over the country, and that day in particular was exceptionally warm. Perhaps because of that, just looking out the window was enough to make me feel quite good that day.
The decisive factor was his mention that since the weather was clear, we would be able to see the ocean from far away. So without any suspicion, I had even gotten into the car first and urged Woo Tae-seon, who was walking slowly, to hurry up.
Just getting onto the uncrowded highway felt quite refreshing. I think I might have been humming small lyrics about the dazzling sea, excited about seeing the ocean after a long time.
Then at some point, feeling something strange, I drowsily opened my eyes and realized that I had slipped into sleep at some moment and was sitting in a very uncomfortable and unnatural posture with my right leg lifted high toward the ceiling.
‘W-what is this…’
I struggled to lower my leg in bewilderment, but the rattling handcuffs made a loud noise in response and firmly rejected my request.
…And above all, I was in a state where I wasn’t wearing anything under my sweatshirt.
Was I still half-asleep and dreaming? While dumbfounded, I calmly looked around. Me, naked below the waist with my leg tied, and Woo Tae-seon driving as if nothing was wrong. I could even sense his intention in creating this situation.
To my astonished self, Woo Tae-seon spoke slowly and clearly in a kind voice, as if giving advice. He said there would be gel in the glove compartment if I opened it.
―Hnngh!
When the me in the screen writhed greatly, I reflexively pressed the mute shortcut key at the simultaneously exploding, lewd moans like firecrackers.
It felt as if someone was stomping on my heart with all their might. Perhaps because I was suddenly startled, even pressing down firmly with my palm didn’t easily calm me down.
Woo Tae-seon inside the laptop flapped his lips while watching the road ahead, and I was twisting my entire body, sobbing intensely but unable to make any sound.
This was the first time I was directly seeing myself with my own eyes.
‘You should watch the road. Aren’t you going to open your eyes?’
‘I’m, hnn, embar-rassed! Ahhng!’
‘You say you don’t like it, but why are your nipples standing up?’
…Not from the beginning. I belatedly recalled the memories I had seen in the large mirror that portrayed my reddened body like a properly ripened fruit.
With the memory of desperately writhing, the moist, ailing sounds that resonated throughout the spacious bathroom poured into my mind, which I shook my head to clear away.
But I had never watched this long before.
I knew I would get hot and flushed when mixing bodies with Woo Tae-seon, but I didn’t know I would turn so red. Moreover, seeing myself desperately looking at Tae-seon who wouldn’t look at me with my damp eyes made me somewhat embarrassed. I seemed to understand why Tae-seon always asked why I was crying when he looked at me.
In contrast, Tae-seon appeared unfazed. If you covered just the left side of the screen, he would look no different from an ordinary driver.
Who could suspect what the camera didn’t show beneath that nonchalant appearance? The caressing touch of his hand, like a promiscuous libertine, under that expressionless but pretty face.
His excuse was that his right hand was bored since highways rarely required gear changes. Each time his right upper arm muscle tensed slightly, I was squirming as if receiving a signal.
The plump lips kept opening and closing repeatedly. Imagining the sounds, the aroused moans that must be coming from between them, I became heated too.
I learned for the first time that I could be so immersed just from visual stimulation. Just as people who first watched “The Arrival of a Train” without sound felt so lifelike they seemed to enter the screen, I too felt all my senses heighten as if that day’s memory was unfolding before me.
My thighs pressed together, my legs twisted, and my face flushed hot. Though I tried to hold back by biting the soft flesh inside my mouth, I eventually reached out with fumbling hands.
The wired earphones sprawled on the table caught on my hesitant fingers and were dragged over. As the earphone tail fit perfectly into the laptop port, I unconsciously swallowed. The sound that started faintly gradually grew louder.
In the ear with the earphone, I could hear myself whimpering and whispering.
—”Hnn, hic, th-that, hic, ah!”
—”You need to speak clearly. I can’t hear you.”
The morning highway was quite deserted, but it wasn’t completely empty of passing cars. Whenever a vehicle from the opposite lane approached, I would freeze.
Since I couldn’t close my widely spread legs, all I could do was spread my trembling palms to cover my bare lower body and the hole Tae-seon was toying with as much as possible.
Then, desperately praying that the other side wouldn’t notice what was happening in our car, I just trembled with my head turned toward where Tae-seon was sitting.
—”It’s gone now.”
As soon as I went limp at that voice, Tae-seon immediately resumed vigorously thrusting into the contracted hole. As his touches became faster and more aggressive, the squelching sounds resonated loudly throughout the car and in my ear with the earphone.
Standing again before such turbulent, boiling emotions, I felt blood rushing to my lower body. As memories of that day vividly surfaced, those feelings welled up—the raw sensation of being both anxiously heart-pounding yet thrillingly excited.
Perhaps it was because I now felt I was in a safe place. While recalling those sensations exactly as they were, there was no possibility of danger left, and I could enjoy it secretly without anyone knowing.
If I had to give a reason why my hand slipped into my pants, I couldn’t think of anything else.
“Haaa…”
I carefully gripped the already stiff column. Just wrapping my palm around it made the sunken hole spit out clear pre-fluid.
While gently rubbing my dick in my hand, I softly exhaled the breath I had been holding back. With the voice from the earphones overlapping with the voice escaping between my lips, I was enveloped in tingling sensations that made my head spin.
The last thread of reason I was holding onto rapidly blurred.
“Hnn, ah, mmng, nnh.”
Sometimes I would quickly move my hand up and down the dick I was gently caressing, and other times I would squeeze it firmly. With the increasing heat, I would also circle my thumb around the urethra that was dripping thick fluid. Seeds of ecstasy that would surely be blissful began to gather at my tailbone.
My hips moved. Each time I writhed in stimulating pleasure, my legs didn’t close but unconsciously kept trying to spread wider.
—”T-Tae-seon. Hnn! I, ahk!”
The me on the screen was also about to reach climax. I watched myself on screen, blinking through my hazy vision from excessive excitement.
Ah, what did Tae-seon say back then? What did he say…
—”How could you come like that?”
“How could you come like that?”
The same voice was heard from both the earphone-clad ear and the opposite ear.
As I tried to abruptly rise from my slumped position in the chair like melted pudding, my flailing arm caught the earphone cord, causing me to sit back down. While it was fortunate I didn’t fall but sat back in the chair, perhaps falling would have been better.
The moans that started playing from the laptop instead of the earphones were quickly filling the room.
—”Th-that, nngh! Hah! Ungh! Haaang!”
Amidst my flustered commotion, due to the chair that had turned backward, I ended up facing Woo Tae-seon standing in the doorway. Ah. I desperately wanted to run away somewhere. That was all I could think of.
His beautifully curved eyes slowly moved down from my face. To my crotch, which would be wet.
“…Ngh.”
The moment I realized this, my face, already flushed with subtle heat, turned bright red like a burst persimmon.
Urgently grabbing the mouse and clicking on any video I could find, the lewd and vulgar sounds cut off as a new video started playing. The newly opened video was an interior recording of Tae-seon driving alone. It was an ordinary video with refreshing sounds of driving fast on a wide road, presumably with the driver’s side window open.
I sighed with relief at the feeling of quickly returning to peace.
“I didn’t know you had this kind of hobby.”
A voice that had drawn considerably closer whispered behind my ear while I was trying to salvage the situation. When I jumped in surprise, Woo Tae-seon’s hands were already bracing the table in front of me, enveloping me from behind.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
