Chapter 18: Just Drive!

Chapter 18: Just Drive!

Soon, the red Chevrolet Camaro SS arrived in front of one of the more popular dating and family establishments in the district, The Pasta-House.

I parked the vehicle and turned toward Hana, holding up my extra backup emergency kit.

"I bring this along for field emergencies," I said. "But I have an extra one. Would you like this specific kit to keep inside your own car so you can take it with you whenever you head out?"

Hana, completely without pretense, reached across the center console and took the field kit from my hands. A genuine smile spread across her face as she examined the medical gear.

"This is honestly ten times better than receiving flowers, Rick," she said softly. "Let's go inside."

I opened my door, walked around the front bumper, and opened the passenger side door for her. She actually waited patiently for me to perform the gesture, completely avoiding acting like one of those 'I can do it all myself' women. To be honest, I really appreciated that about her. It made me feel useful and necessary.

The moment Hana stepped onto the pavement and took hold of my left arm, she noticed something rigid beneath my jacket. She paused, her eyes narrowing in confusion as she gently felt my side, her fingers immediately tracing the hard outlines of my weapons. Instead of letting her panic, I pulled out my wallet and left it open to show her my credentials.

"Don't worry," I whispered, leaning in close. "It's entirely legal for my new line of work. Sorry to surprise you like this, but I am now an officially licensed Bodyguard with a contract and everything."

Handing my wallet back to me, she offered a sharp, curious smile.

"I am only surprised that you are so young to be doing this kind of security work, Rick," she said as we walked toward the main entrance. "Is this specific job the reason you were beaten so badly in the alley last week?"

While the two of us waited inside the lobby to be seated by the host, I broke down the real situation for her.

"No, that was just Scott Tang's personal side project of bullying me during school hours when I was alone and completely unable to do anything about it," I explained, keeping my voice low. "But starting this weekend, things are completely different."

She glanced down toward my jacket line. "You aren't planning on using those handguns to settle your school grudges, are you?"

Right at that moment, the server stepped up to greet us, guiding the two of us back to a private table for two, completely separated from the larger family tables in the main dining room. The clerk took our initial drink order; I requested a standard cup of coffee, and Hana ordered a glass of red wine.

Once the server left our station, I looked across the table at her. "Don't be delusional, Hana. I would never shoot a guy over a little bit of high school bullying. Besides, I have already more than gotten my revenge on him anyway. He just has absolutely no clue it was me who orchestrated it."

"So you already secured a real protection contract even though your school term hasn't officially finished yet?" she asked, leaning forward with interest. "What are the details?"

The server returned with our drinks and immediately asked for our dinner orders. I requested a plate of chicken and vegetable pasta, while Hana ordered a white-sauce dish.

Once we were alone again, I took a sip of my ice water and gave her the exact numbers. "I have a formal one-year contract that explicitly guarantees me a minimum of twenty days of active work over the next twelve months. Every single day I am deployed on the clock pays me exactly four thousand dollars, plus all corporate expenses covered. That means for this one year alone, I am guaranteed a minimum baseline of eighty thousand dollars for the absolute smallest amount of effort. The specific client who hired me is the young lady from the Feng Family, Tina Feng."

Hana’s eyes widened slightly as she swirled her wine glass. "That is an incredible deal for someone your age. Does Tina Feng happen to have other interests in you? It seems a bit odd for a noble heiress to spend that much money on you out of nowhere, doesn't it?"

I gave her a firm nod of agreement. "She most definitely has plans for me, but it's not love, sex, or murder. I highly think I am just a useful chess piece in some high-stakes game currently running between her and her father. But this business and my personal life are entirely separated for me. I need the money for the family I am actively starting right now, and working for people you don't personally care about is just one of those necessary things a man must do to support his loved ones."

(Note: Some readers might be thinking, 'But wait, he has Master-tier computer skills, he could easily just hack the banks and steal all the money in the world!' Sure, he could easily pull off that maneuver if he was an completely unscrupulous person. But Rick only took that specific ten thousand dollars from Scott Tang's wallet as a direct material payback for all the physical beatings he had endured over the years. Moving forward, he wants to earn his living honestly. This is a reflection of this world's deeply rooted values of personal self-worth. Rick will only resort to digital stealing if his survival options are completely depleted—it's his pride as a man.)

"I see," Hana murmured, taking a slow sip of her red wine. "So she isn't a woman you are also actively pursuing?"

I let out a loud laugh, wiping a genuine tear of amusement from my eye at her question.

"Hell to the no!" I announced. "The only single thing Tina remotely has going for her is her physical looks. I admit she is incredibly attractive, but that is exactly where the evaluation ends. She is nothing but absolute trouble, and her heart is definitely not one I would ever consider joining with. She is exactly like a beautiful sea snake—alluring to look at, but its single bite will kill you, so no thanks. Plus, I have had nothing but terrible luck with noble families in my life."

Hana set her glass down, fixing her focused blue eyes on mine. "So, Rick... why exactly do you not ask me any personal questions? You haven't asked about my age, or where I grew up, or even what my past love life looks like. I am starting to think you aren't actually interested in my charms at all."

I blinked, realizing she was entirely right. I had been so wrapped up in navigating the twins, Mary, and my new bodyguard contract that I hadn't bothered to show any genuine interest in learning about her.

"Sigh. You are completely right, Hana," I admitted, running a hand through my hair. "I think I unintentionally neglected you. To be perfectly honest, I think you are so amazing with your professional work and your looks that I had a bit of an inferiority complex being around you at first. As for digging into your personal information? Mary told me last night that you were a genuinely good woman, so I didn't see any reason to go using my skills to pry into your secrets."

I looked directly into her blue eyes across the table. "I wanted to know exactly how old you are, but I didn't want to awkwardly point out our age difference. I wanted to understand how you managed to become a full attending ER doctor at such a young age. I wanted to know what about a high school kid like me actually interested you enough to go out with me tonight. And today, I really want to know why your garage is completely packed with professional racing gear and a streetcar when you don't actually possess strong skills in it yourself. See? When I say it out loud, it sounds incredibly nosy, right? Honestly, I hadn't expected the two of us to have any future relations after tonight, so I avoided the topics entirely. But for tonight, let me know the real you."

Before she could form a response to my honesty, the server returned to our table and set down our steaming plates of pasta. We picked up our forks and slowly began to eat, the heavy tension between us finally starting to ease.

Hana then answered my questions one by one, her tone turning completely honest.

"I recently turned twenty-five, making me seven years older than you," she said, looking right into my eyes. "But I don't mind the age gap at all, mostly because I find you absolutely adorable. I graduated from high school at fourteen and finished my medical school tracks at the age of twenty."

She looked down at her pasta, took a few slow bites, and then continued sharing her past.

"My medical internship was right here at Star General, and during that time, I fell completely in love with Dr. Chris Honda. He is thirty years old now and functions as the chief of plastic surgery at the facility. Like me, he was widely considered a young genius, so I naturally thought the two of us were completely alike. I was led to believe he truly loved me for who I was, until one night I clandestinely overheard him bragging to a group of other male doctors. He was laughing, telling them about how he only loved my physical body and wasn't actually in love with my personality at all. So I immediately ended the relationship with him. He still works at the hospital to this day, and I haven't gone out on a single date in the last five years because of him."

We ate a bit more in silence, letting the quiet linger in our back corner until she was ready to keep going. After taking another slow sip of her white wine, she continued.

"So that painful history is a major part of why I was interested in you, Rick. Except for hiding your advanced knowledge of medicine from the intake staff, the absolute honesty you gave me at my door tonight was something I can never seem to find in other men. But you at least trusted me enough to come clean about your life. To be perfectly frank, seeing your bare body on the exam table and realizing you are a young genius may have subconsciously attracted me to you as well. You are exactly like a complex puzzle box, and I want to uncover all of your hidden wonders. Why do you constantly get beat up in alleys when you are clearly amazing at hand-to-hand fighting? Why are you better than half the practicing doctors in this city when it comes to medical knowledge? Your stunt driving, and many more of your hidden secrets."

I just nodded my head, quietly finishing up the rest of my food while she finally broke down the secret side of cars she completely loved.

"Before I fully turned into a beautiful woman, I once met a famous sexy model who started a major professional race by dropping the starting flag,"

Hana recalled, a bright glint appearing in her eyes. "I immediately wanted to grow up to be that exact kind of woman—her long legs, her absolute allure, and her uncanny ability to stop the hearts of the entire crowd with nothing but her smile and charm. That inspiration, of course, led me to learn everything I could about professional racing. When I was eventually driven as a passenger by some of those professional drivers on the track, I fell completely in love with high speed and the raw thrill of my heart pounding against my ribs."

She reached across the table, pulling my left hand securely into both of her soft hands before sharing more.

"So I love dressing up like this to be the exact woman I admired back then, even though it admittedly brings the wrong kind of male attention most of the time. But you didn't look at me like a piece of meat. And driving that Camaro with you tonight made me feel truly alive again, exactly like when I was younger. Even though I am just an amateur behind the wheel, I do try to drive as fast and safely as I can on the streets. But I can't go to the local race tracks without others coming along with me, due to the high risk of being taken advantage of by the crews. So I live out a private fantasy of street racing instead, and I only go to the events with a few other nurses from the ER."

Sigh. I internally realized I probably shouldn't have dug into her backstory after all. Hearing the vulnerability behind her words, I think I might actually really like Hana Chang. I gently squeezed her hands back, offering her a genuine smile.

"How about this..." I said, holding her gaze. "Even if nothing romantic ever happens between the two of us down the road, I will officially be your permanent racing companion. Whenever I am free from my classes, I'll go with you. I am a real licensed bodyguard now, after all, but you have to remember I am incredibly expensive to hire."

The second the words left my mouth, she sat up straight, letting go of my hand to pull her smartphone out of her clutch purse. She brought up a digital flyer for a local event happening at exactly 11 PM tonight. Looking across the table at her expression, she was giving me the absolute illusion of a cute dog-girl with a wagging tail and begging eyes.

"Some of my coworkers from the ER are actually heading out to this major street run tonight," she pleaded, her voice dropping into a soft whine. "Can we please go together, Rick? Please?!"

My lips twitched in pure amusement as I witnessed how deeply addicted she was to the culture, acting exactly like an idle fan getting backstage passes to meet her favorite boy band. She really was completely obsessed with racing. So the short miniskirts, the stiletto heels, and the sexy outfits were all because of her love for street racing?

God bless racing!

"If you don't feel a single ounce of guilt about keeping an eighteen-year-old student out all night on a school night during a major test week... then sure, let's do it," I chuckled.

She immediately stood up from her chair, snatched her purse off the table, and aggressively pulled on my arm with a massive grin.

"Hurry up, Rick!" she cheered, her eyes sparkling. "I want to get down to the location early so we can socialize with my friends and the other racers coming in from all around Star City! Hurry!"

And with this brand-new, hyper-excited version of Hana dragging me along like she desperately wanted to get laid, I just quickly paid our dinner bill at the register and we climbed back into the vehicle. Closing her passenger door securely, I took my place behind the wheel and muttered quietly to myself.

"This night is going completely opposite to what I originally planned, right?"

The moment I climbed back into the driver's seat of the Camaro, Hana leaned straight in and kissed me passionately.

She was really pushing my buttons, and I couldn't seem to resist her charms at all. Giving in completely, I wrapped my right arm firmly around her bare shoulder while keeping my left hand on the steering wheel to balance our weight as we swapped saliva.

After about a minute of heavy kissing, I felt her right hand slide downward, boldly probing my rapidly swelling manhood beneath my white trousers. I blushed deeply at her sheer confidence, but when I actually thought about it, she was a twenty-five-year-old medical doctor with plenty of real-world sexual experience—an ER physician isn't easily embarrassed by the male anatomy. I chose not to resist her movements, keeping the kiss locked down to see exactly what she was planning to execute right here in a public parking lot with casual onlookers walking past the tinted windows.

As both of our breathing cycles started to run heavy, I felt her deft fingers quickly unbuckling my leather belt and dragging the zipper of my pants straight down. With effortless ease, she reached in and completely freed Willy.

She intensified our kiss, her tongue working fiercely while my heart raced at a terrifying speed, exactly like the engine did during our high-speed drift down the back streets. Her hand began stroking my length, moving slowly from my tip all the way down to the base while occasionally cupping my balls. I could tell from the slight vibration of her lips that she was grinning into the kiss, fully realizing I was completely shaven down there. I am pretty sure she assumes I groomed myself specifically for our date tonight, um... I am absolutely never telling her the real story about the Ning twins shaving me on Floor 13. Some secrets must forever be kept locked away!

Suddenly, she completely shifted gears. Her head went straight down, her mouth engulfing my already swollen little buddy. My conscious mind was instantly thrown into a wild matrix of pure shock, total ecstasy, and sudden fright.

Shock, because her approach was significantly more aggressive and dominant than mine, mostly due to my own lack of real-world experience. Ecstasy, because the incredible feeling of an experienced woman's mouth hitting all of my primary pleasure spots with her tongue while holding my balls was night and day different from being inside of a woman. Fright, because the visceral pleasure running up my spine made me realize that I never want to let this woman leave my life.

Wet, heavy sucking sounds quickly filled the cramped cabin of the sports car alongside my ragged breathing. My left hand firmly gripped the leather steering wheel to give my body some baseline sense of physical stability against the intense waves of pleasure firing up my nervous system, while my right hand gently rubbed the back of Hana's head as she vigorously bobbed up and down on me.

Don't get me wrong, my natural male instincts would much rather have me inside of her, filling her belly and making babies instead of wasting my essence on a leather seat, but this highly erotic feeling was like drinking a tall glass of iced sweet tea on a boiling hot summer day. It was just incredibly refreshing, entirely unexpected, and something I knew I could never forget.

Hana could easily feel the tell-tale structural twitches of my impending eruption, and she immediately put even more aggressive suction into her strokes, swallowing deeply while pooling her hot saliva around my shaft. I gently patted her bare shoulder, my voice shaking uncontrollably as I announced the climax.

"H-Holy fuck... I-I am cumming, Hana!"

She leaned all the way down, taking my entire length deep into her throat right to my base as my balls completely emptied. I felt my intense ejaculation being swallowed down by this sexy older woman, her throat working rhythmically as if she were savoring a luxury meal she had been wanting for years.

Slurp. Pop!

Once she was entirely confident she had drawn out every single drop with zero mess left behind on her premium upholstery, she sucked up the last of her spit and my seed. A loud popping sound echoed through the quiet car, making my face turn a bright, burning red in absolute shame. She calmly licked her lips to verify no mess remained, then leaned back into her deep bucket seat, pulling a compact makeup kit straight out of her clutch purse.

"Rick, I highly suggest you put that thing away now, ufufu," she teased, checking her reflection in the small mirror. "I need to reapply my makeup before we arrive at the meet."

She was grinning ear to ear seeing the total state of my red face. I quickly stowed my half-mast magic staff back into my underwear, zipped up my white trousers, and buckled my leather belt securely. I just sat there behind the wheel, staring out the front windshield while my post-coital mind was a complete, chaotic mess.

After brushing through her blonde hair, reapplying her red lipstick, and popping a fresh piece of Juicy Fruit into her mouth to clean her breath, she turned her smoky blue eyes toward the dazed me.

"Never had that done to you before?" she asked knowingly.

Snapping straight out of my daze thanks to an immediate wave of post-nut clarity, I looked over and told her the absolute truth.

"Never," I admitted, running a hand through my hair. "And to be completely transparent, I only had my very first sexual experience yesterday, so I am still entirely new to all of this. I can't even tell you how much my body is in a total mess right now because of your actions. By the way, Hana..."

Seeing my clear eyes looking directly into hers, her sharp smile returned, and she offered a gentle nod.

"Thank you for saving my life last week in the ER," I said seriously.

"That's exactly what a practicing doctor should do, Rick," she replied smoothly, stowing her makeup kit away. "And if it hadn't been me on shift, it would have been another attending physician. But looking at your expression... you look incredibly conflicted right now instead of happy."

I gave her a firm nod, breaking down the exact reason for my anxiety.

"I don't want to like you just because of your incredible physical looks, or because of this unforgettable first experience you just handed me," I explained, my voice steady. "Especially, I don't want to end up acting like Chris Honda, only caring about your body instead of the real you. So I feel completely torn inside."

Hana reached over, gently patting my leg before gesturing toward the open road ahead.

"Don't overthink the variables and just drive, Rick Lee," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "If you truly want to make me happy tonight, just drive this car fast. My heart is honestly just that simple. Drive fast and make me feel alive again. The rest of our relationship will naturally come with time. And for the record, you were super adorable just now. So let's get moving to the race event."

I offered a wry smile, my mindset finally settling down as I turned the ignition key. I put the roaring Camaro back into gear, pulled out of the parking lot, and focused my training entirely on the street racing event.