The PapaKatsu Channel (Upper Part) — PapaKatsu Edition
"Kids these days have no manners."
That was the sort of thing Jaecheol's coworkers and friends liked to trot out, as if it were a personal motto. And every time, Jaecheol would tell them the same thing.
"Talk like that and you'll turn into an old fogey."
And yet here he was, on a motel bed, listening to water drip from the shower, thinking something else entirely.
Kids these days really don't have any manners.
To put it kindly, they were uninhibited. To put it unkindly, some of them lacked even the basic etiquette a pussy was supposed to have. People said you shouldn't judge a whole group by a single case — but a single intense experience locking in your impression of something was common to every era, every country, every age and gender.
"Have I actually become an old fogey?"
He didn't want to admit it. But Jaecheol already had a fully grown daughter who'd made it into the Academy. By any social measure, he was the older generation. In the eyes of the new one, he'd look like a kkondae, no question.
He just didn't want to admit that.
Wanting someone — anyone — to tell him that he wasn't the old fogey, that kids these days simply had no manners, he wrote a post on an internet community he'd recently started using.
He had written down what he'd just experienced as unvarnished as he could make it. Seeing the situation spelled out in words only made the unpleasantness rise higher in his chest.
It definitely wasn't like this when I was young...
He couldn't summon any specific memory of the past, not really. But it hadn't been like this. That much he was sure of.
Had the world changed, or had he?
Communities like this one tended to attract people of a similar stripe. The board Jaecheol mainly used was no exception — most of the members were old enough, like him, to have children of their own. Naturally, they thought along the same lines.
Just as he'd expected, the majority of people sided with him.
So Jaecheol hadn't been wrong after all.
Even if he got pushed around by his superiors at work, even if his wife had divorced him and left him to raise his daughter alone — hadn't he lived more uprightly than anyone?
What was wrong was the world. As always.
Just then, the pussy he'd sent to shower stepped out of the bathroom, water still beading and dripping off her skin.
"Hah, shit... I wanted sticky, sweat-soaked sex... aren't you being way too picky, mister?"
"If I go home reeking too strongly of another pussy, my daughter won't like it."
"Oh, is that right? Hmph!"
A bratty little pussy-girl, wrinkling her nose at him like he was the one being unreasonable. The impulse to just leave right then flickered through him — but turning around after coming this far would only hand her an excuse to badmouth him, and he knew it.
"...All right. Let's just get started. First, how about you get down in dogeza and do a proper cock-beg?"
"Huh? Do I seriously have to do that? What a pain."
She wanted to receive a cock without even bothering to beg for it, because it was a pain? What on earth was he listening to?
"All you have to do is express, honestly, how much you want my cock. Is that so hard? I didn't ask for anything difficult, did I? This is basic courtesy. Were you planning to just take a cock without even doing that much?"
He'd been inclined to let it slide, but enough had piled up by now that he decided to deliver a proper lecture and be done with it.
The pussy-girl dropped her head. Then, under her breath:
"Ugh, what a kkondae..."
She'd clearly meant for him not to hear it. Naturally, he heard it anyway.
He was the one doing the giving here. Why should he have to listen to that?
Jaecheol could neither accept it nor understand it.
"Haaaah... Fine. Fine. I get it."
The pussy shook her head as if she were the one magnanimously giving in, then finally dropped to the floor, prostrated herself in dogeza, and begged for his cock.
"I humbly beg you to bestow your cock upon my starving pussy. That is all."
There wasn't a shred of sincerity in it. Not even a speck. And then she flicked a glance up at him, as if to ask whether that was good enough.
Anyone else, and he would have made her do it over properly. But Jaecheol was already mentally exhausted.
"Hah. Fine. Can't ask for too much, I suppose."
He couldn't even be bothered to correct her anymore. Wanting it over with, he tore open the box of condoms the motel had left out.
The pussy shot to her feet and snapped at him.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing, mister! Why are you opening a condom? Don't tell me you were actually going to wear one? Why? My friends all said it doesn't feel as good when a cock goes into your pussy with one of those on!"
"Excuse me? Look, when I'm playing with a pussy-girl I've never met before, I wear a condom. That's just my style."
Without a condom, after a few thrusts every pussy just started screaming the same way — the reactions all converged into one identical noise. Plenty of men wore condoms simply because they couldn't stand that. And even setting that aside, there were any number of men whose hobby was leaving a condom swollen with cock-juice dangling off a pussy when they were done. It wasn't as if Jaecheol had done anything wrong.
The pussy, however, was having none of it.
"No! I said no! What, are you scared I'll get pregnant and come after you to take responsibility? I am not that kind of irresponsible pussy-girl! I already bragged to all my friends that tonight was the night I was getting a raw creampie!"
The truth was, Jaecheol could have conceded here. He didn't have any particularly strong attachment to using a condom.
But the irritation that had been accumulating toward this pussy all evening had stripped the willingness to compromise right out of him.
"No. We are using a condom, and that's final, so you can give it up. You don't have even the most basic manners for papa-katsu. If you keep on like this, later on—"
He had been about to offer, as an adult, a few words of concern for a young girl who'd only just come of age. A kindness, really.
She ignored that kindness completely and shouted over him.
The pussy stamped her heels against the floor, thud, thud, too furious to contain herself.
But the sound didn't reach Jaecheol's ears at all.
What she'd said had been far too much of a shock.
She thinks I'm doing papa-katsu for the money?
Was that how he looked?
Jaecheol was absolutely not the kind of man who did something like papa-katsu for money. He had genuinely been reminded of his daughter. He'd wanted to let a freshly adult pussy have a taste of a grown man's cock. He'd wanted to teach her how to serve one properly. And while he was at it, he'd wanted to get a sense — through another Academy student's eyes — of what that place his daughter attended was actually like.
That had been his heart, and it had been a pure one. And she had looked at him and seen nothing but a man selling his body for cash.
He had never imagined the gap between how he saw himself and how someone else saw him could be this wide.
"...Fine. All right."
"Huh?"
If that was how it was, there was no longer any reason to maintain his dignity as an adult.
Whatever. Let's just finish this and go home.
Back to where his beloved daughter was waiting.