Chapter 3 — Yuna's Diary - 1 (3)

I hesitated over what to do, then ended up spending the money I'd gotten from A.

It didn't leave me feeling clean, but I couldn't return it, and even if I did, nothing would change anyway.

I blew it all on clothes, makeup—anything I could think of.

Maybe because it felt like free money, I spent it all without a trace, vanishing into nothing.

Three days passed with no contact.

Just as my memories began to blur, a call came unexpectedly at 11 p.m.

He said he was in front of my place and told me to come out.

I shouldn't have given him my address—he'd show up like this. He'd definitely want sex, but I swore to myself I wouldn't let it happen in my room. I stepped outside.

I almost changed into proper pants, but instead just tied my hair back and went out in my gym clothes.

He gave me a quick once-over, then cheerfully ushered me into the car.

He started driving immediately.

We exchanged a few words—small talk about how I'd been.

The car stopped in a nearby dark alley.

Narrow and hidden, the alley was deserted.

It felt strange, being brought to such a lifeless place.

The streetlight was either broken or turned off, casting no light.

I looked around, and my eyes met his.

He pulled me toward him by the shoulder.

Then he started kissing me.

My lips were quickly slick with saliva.

His hand slipped under my clothes, sliding up my waist.

I quickly pulled away.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Someone might see.”

I glanced around as I spoke.

“It's fine. Ever had car sex?”

“No,” I answered, shaking my head.

“Let's try it today. It'll be fun.”

As he said that, he pulled me back in.

Only then did I understand why he'd parked here.

We kissed again, but I kept glancing sideways, checking if anyone was passing by.

His hand moved up my back.

He fumbled around, searching for something—then pulled his hand out and asked.

“No bra?”

“No. I just rushed out.”

I trailed off, embarrassed.

He didn't seem to care about my flimsy excuse.

He slipped his hand back under my clothes, tracing up my back until his fingers reached my armpits, then cupped my breast.

I could feel my face turning red.

I hurriedly pushed his hand away while scanning the surroundings.

“It's fine.”

He smiled, casually pulling up my shirt to expose my breasts.

This time, I couldn't stop him.

No one was passing by, just as he said—so I had no reason to resist anymore.

He shifted closer to me.

He reclined the seat back, laying me flat, then pulled off my hoodie.

My bare breasts were fully exposed, and even in the dim light, my erect nipples stood stiff.

His relentless touching left my chest slick with saliva.

He kept sucking, squeezing, over and over.

Then suddenly, he leaned over, pressing his body against mine.

“Shh!”

We held our breath—footsteps approached.

They grew closer.

It sounded like they were heading straight for us.

My heart pounded.

I wasn't wearing anything on top.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

“Phew.”

My chest felt like it would burst.

Letting out a shaky breath, I suddenly found the situation amusing.

Had the person who just passed known what was happening inside the car?

The thought of deceiving someone stirred a suppressed desire that had been held back by anxiety.

Maybe my body had been aroused all along, like my erect nipples suggested.

But my mind hadn't caught up.

Now, that passing sound had become the trigger—my body and mind finally syncing, both awakening.

My movements softened. I adjusted my posture comfortably in the cramped space, releasing the tension I'd held.

I felt more at ease.

There was still that nagging fear—someone might suddenly open the car door—but that thrill seemed to fuel my arousal even more.

He gently bit my nipple. His hot breath against my skin heightened the stimulation.

Unstoppable moans spilled from my lips.

His hand moved down below my waist.

He tried to pull off my gym pants.

I lifted my hips slightly, and both my panties and pants slid down to my thighs.

But there wasn't enough room, so the pants got stuck around my knees.

I shifted back, lifting my legs to help.

He completely stripped them off and tossed them to the back seat.

He tried to lick me below, but the space was too tight.

He sat me up, pushed the seat back, then reclined it again.

He spread my legs and started sucking the insides of my thighs.

He kissed from one side to the other, inching closer.

“Mmm… Ah…”

He'd get close to my pussy, then stop.

That hesitation only excited me more.

“Ah~”

He lifted one of my hands and placed it on my pussy, then pressed down on top.

Following his instruction, I touched my clit with my own hand.

While I masturbated, he kept licking every part of my body.

Then he removed my hand and blew a warm breath over my pussy.

I instinctively tensed my legs.

He spread them again and started sucking.

At first, he barely touched me with his tongue.

Then he found my clit with his fingers and began licking it.

It felt like a snake slithering across my skin.

Soon, he buried his face, sucking so hard the sound echoed loudly.

My pussy twitched.

I could imagine how hot it had become, slick with arousal, pulsing as if trying to suck something in.

Tension built between my thighs.

Each time he sucked, my legs closed in, squeezing his face.

When his tongue swept upward from below, I came.

I felt my body's tension melt away.

He kept sucking, but I couldn't clearly feel where or how.

I was savoring the afterglow of intense pleasure.

I forgot we were in a car, surrendering my pussy even more intensely to his mouth and tongue.

As my orgasm began to fade, he pulled down his pants.

Even in the dark, I could see his large cock standing upright.

He turned me over, face down.

He pushed me upward, spread my legs, and went down on me again.

It was a different kind of stimulation.

This time, he focused near my anus.

It felt different from before.

After licking me a few times, he pulled me down.

The car wasn't made for this position.

Our first attempt failed.

I shifted, putting one leg under the seat and raising one knee.

Once I adjusted, his cock slid inside.

He pressed his chest almost entirely against my back.

I wanted to stay as low as possible.

We were in a prone, stacked position—someone passing by might not see us.

He seemed aware of that too, moving faster and faster.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed loudly.

Even with plenty of wetness, the sudden penetration and rough movement hurt.

I felt both pain and pleasure at once.

Like the strange relief of peeling off a scab from a healing wound...

Maybe because the first orgasm hadn't fully faded—I felt a second one coming quickly.

His movements grew even more frantic.

His cock thrust deeper, several times.

The moment he pulled out, something hot splashed onto my back and ass.

I could feel him rubbing his cock against me.

It tickled. I wondered if men had such soft skin too.

I stayed face down, motionless.

He seemed to be searching for something.

“Damn, no tissues. What now?”

I turned my head and saw him holding out one hand.

It probably had semen on it.

The sight looked funny.

I snorted a laugh, then turned back—and saw my gym clothes tossed aside.

I grabbed them and pulled out my panties.

“Wipe with these.”

“Thanks. Next time, I'll buy you something cute. B cup?”

“Huh? Yeah.”

He wiped his hands and cock with the panties, then cleaned the semen off my body with them.

“I'll keep these as a souvenir.”

He seemed a little twisted, but I just let him have them.

I rested face down for a bit, then got dressed and returned home.

No bra, no panties. Without underwear, my gym pants felt loose, like they might slip down any second.

When I got out of the car, he followed.

He said he wanted to come in for a drink.

I said no, but he was persistent.

He grabbed my wrist and walked ahead.

I had no choice but to follow him to my room.

I quickly tidied up the scattered clothes.

“Your room's bigger than I thought.”

I opened the fridge and brought him some juice.

“Thanks. Sit here.”

I sat beside him on my bed.

After finishing the juice, he set the cup down and pulled me onto his lap.

He stroked my hair and said,

“Yuna, you're really beautiful...”

He started touching my body again and kissed me.

One hand fondled my breast while the other slipped into my pants and touched my pussy.

“Mmm.”

I'd thought I wouldn't let this happen in my room, but my body was already getting excited.

He must've felt how wet I'd become.

But he stopped soon after.

“I should go now.”

Hearing that, I stood up and fixed my clothes.

He took out his wallet and handed me 300,000 won.

This time, I took the money without saying a word.

As if it were completely natural.

“See you next time.”

With those final words, he walked out.

I secretly watched from the window as he drove away.

I tossed the money in my hand onto the desk.

To him, I'm probably just a sex partner. I felt pathetic.

“Well, I'm just living like this.”

It wasn't that bad. No need to overthink it.

I stripped, massaged my tingling pussy, and masturbated.

Shallow, but pleasant.

After reaching orgasm, I took a hot shower.

I drifted off to sleep, feeling refreshed.