The True Savior
“Well. Your question carries something like, ‘Just how much experience do you actually have?’ doesn’t it? Of course you’d wonder. Ever since I met you, Jisin, I’ve never once hidden myself from you.”
Jeongmi, who had been sitting on the floor, rose onto her knees. As her upper body came up over the edge of the bed, her breasts came into view. Without thinking, I reached out and took them in my hands. They weren’t as large as Yunchae’s, and I didn’t know the average for Korean women, but they seemed bigger than most. The firmness, though, left a little to be desired.
“There will come a day when you learn everything about me, I think. As long as you don’t cast me aside, Jisin.”
Jeongmi stayed where she was, kneeling on the floor, still and unmoving so I could keep my hands on her. Quite some time seemed to pass that way. Then the door to my room opened and Yunchae walked in. Startled, I pulled my hands away from Jeongmi’s chest. Yunchae, though, showed no surprise, no change of expression at all; she simply walked over to Jeongmi’s side.
The moment I looked at her, I froze. Her pubic hair was completely gone. The skin where it had been was red and swollen. As I stared at her sex, Jeongmi looked with me.
“Oh my. Yunchae, did you go out for a wax?”
Yunchae was clearly fighting to keep her face blank. She looked thoroughly embarrassed, but she was determined to hold the expressionless mask. I looked up at her and spoke.
“Why all of a sudden…?”
Yunchae glanced at Jeongmi as she answered.
“When I saw Jeongmi, it looked good on her…”
Jeongmi put on that cheap little smile of hers again.
“Right. They say it’s better for hygiene, too. I didn’t just wax—I had laser hair removal. If you want, I can tell you the place I went.”
Yunchae just stared at her, still blank-faced, without answering. Jeongmi reached out, took Yunchae by the arm, and said,
“Yunchae, let’s be friends from now on. I thought you weren’t interested in this kind of beauty care.”
“There’s no woman who isn’t.”
Jeongmi burst into a peal of laughter. The two women sat down on my bed. Right in front of my face, their hips lined up side by side. They launched into talk about beauty treatments. Yunchae still wore that stiff, unreadable face, but she threw herself into the conversation with Jeongmi all the same. Watching the two of them like that looked wonderful to me.
I rose slowly and settled myself between them. With both arms I wrapped my hands around their waists. They turned to look at me; their arms wound around my body or came to rest on my thighs, yet neither of them showed any sign of wanting to stop talking about beauty.
I got up from the bed, drank some water from the table, and watched the two of them. It was perfect. Something that had been gnawing at one corner of my heart all this time finally vanished. Until now, Yongjin and Myeongsuk had shoved me forward to this point. And while I went through with this pseudo-religious performance I never really wanted, I had kept leaning back, endlessly making excuses to myself: I’m only doing this because they asked me to. Even though my head was full of resistance to an uncertain future and an unguaranteed life, I had been too listless to do anything about it—and Myeongsuk, Yongjin, and Yunchae had given me courage and cheered me on.
I had written it all off as them using me to make money. Meanwhile my body had done everything they told me to do, and with the money that came in I ate and slept without worrying about the next meal—yet I still clung to the posture of a man who had no choice. Hadn’t I simply been afraid? Maybe it was because of all the cults and pseudo-religions I’d seen on the news, every kind of scandal and unethical act laid bare.
I am neither a god nor a messiah. Yunchae goes on about how the god of the body appointed me as his proxy—hard stories to believe—but I am an ordinary, normal young man of the Republic of Korea. I simply have a talent for moving people’s hearts. If I hold to my own center, I thought, I won’t have to walk the same path of despair and corruption that comes from the eccentricities and immorality of other cult leaders. If I can truly give people peace of mind and rest, what does it matter whether the form is religion or something else?
All at once my heart lightened. It felt like I had come out of a very long tunnel. The two women in front of me were talking with easy affection. If people could only feel that comfortable, I thought, I could be satisfied too. In a way, wasn’t that what a true leader—a true savior—was?
I sat down between the two women again and looked at them.
“I think I just gained something.”
They both turned to me with faces that said, What? I smiled.
“Want to have a drink together?”
That evening we drank quite a lot. It felt like at least three bottles of soju each. After two or three glasses Yunchae’s eyes were already going soft and unfocused, and Jeongmi had been wearing that drunken little smile even before the first pour. In truth she drank the most of anyone, yet she barely looked drunk at all.
Dead drunk, the three of us fell asleep side by side on the bed, and the next morning we slept in until the woman from the dining hall called. I felt good. Just the thought that people could be happy simply because I existed, and while I did the things I wanted to do—that single sentence was enough to make me happy.
For several days after that we spent a time like heaven. Jeongmi, Yunchae, and I were together all day long, and at one point Jeongmi bought a choker identical to her own and held it out to me.
“Put this on Yunchae too. It’s symbolic, after all.”
The two of them seemed to have decided to become friends. I fastened the choker around the neck of Yunchae, who was watching me with her usual blank face. Then, with a playful smile, I said,
“Yunchae, you’re on my leash now.”
Yunchae didn’t laugh. She answered with complete seriousness.
“Even without something like this, I’ve always been bound to you, Jisin.”
Come on… she can’t even take a joke. Jeongmi cackled at the sight of her. From that day on, it became custom for the women who stayed close at my side to wear chokers like these around their necks.
One day Myeongsuk asked for a private meeting. She came to my room that evening completely naked. She gave me a brief report on the Seongyodan’s activities, and on how many people each of them had converted and added to our order’s rolls.
While she was giving me that serious report from across the table, I suddenly thought of the way the inside of her vagina had clenched and rippled. I motioned her over and sat her on my lap. Myeongsuk finished speaking and said,
“Everyone is doing better than I expected. It would mean a lot if you met with them one by one and encouraged them, Jisin. They want that too.”
I nodded and slid my hand between her thighs. Myeongsuk looked at me as she spoke.
“I heard from Jeongmi that you’re getting along with the two women quite naturally now. I thought this old body of mine wouldn’t be needed anymore…”
I smiled.
“No. I’d still like you to come see me like this from time to time, Myeongsuk.”
Myeongsuk smiled, took my face in her hands, and kissed me. My fingers found her sex. She was already soaking wet.
“Thank you.”
She parted my robe and took hold of my already erect cock.
“Before long, the new space where you’ll stay will be finished. Inside, I’m planning to make it a place where you can do anything you want, Jisin. A space other people won’t be able to approach freely. And Jeongmi will bring a few people who will live there with you. If you see anyone you don’t like, you can refuse them.”
“I heard she was going to bring more people.”
Myeongsuk kissed me again. I pushed my fingers into her. As always, her vagina clenched around them. Her eyes began to go a little soft.
“Yes. People who will attend you, Jisin. There will be men and women both. The men will be there to protect you physically.”
“I still don’t understand why I need people like that.”
Myeongsuk rose for a moment, faced me, and settled onto my thighs. Then she guided my cock into herself.
“Mmm… I thought that argument was already settled. The inner part of the new residence will be a symbolic space that makes you into a sacred being, Jisin. Ordinary Sindo won’t be able to go there—they’ll only be able to look from a distance… ahh.”
She moved her hips very slowly, but her walls gripped me with real force. I took hold of her breasts and sucked on her nipples.
“That’s how ordinary believers will feel awe when they face you. Inside that space, you can do whatever you like, Jisin.”