7. Organization
7. Organization
7. Organization
Even though I'm walking down the wooden stairs, there's no creaking or feeling of warping.
I don't know much, but this must be high-quality wood too.
I felt uneasy.
I know my father was a Japanophile, but I can think of places that should be in his house that go beyond that.
Being a man living alone, I've watched hundreds of porn videos.
One of the reasons I'm afraid of becoming like my father—I don't know if it's from my childhood experience or genetics—is that I realized only after becoming an adult that my sexual preference is close to sadism.
In the process of organizing my porn folders that every man does at least once, the videos I liked were definitely ones consisting of sadism and masochism.
For better or worse, I've dated women about three times in my difficult life, but the relationships ended before we even got to sex.
Maybe I intentionally avoided it.
Anyway, I had a sexual preference similar to my father's, and my father was a man with the ability and desire to fulfill his sexual fantasies.
There's no way there isn't a place in this house for professionally abusing women.
Lawyer Kang Min-jeong, who is guiding me, goes down first.
She probably came to this house before me and scouted out the valuable items in every corner.
Even though she's a person in a professional relationship whom I won't see after today, it started to become incredibly uncomfortable to see that place with such a pretty person.
The underground place I arrived at, putting my anxiety behind me, was a place very different from what I thought.
A small training room with gym-like training equipment well-maintained.
And a pool that's smaller than a neighborhood pool but seems too big for one person.
A dojo, whether it's for kendo or judo, which is an essential element of a Japanophile.
The basement was made up of exercise facilities.
Seeing that it's wider than the mansion, it seems they use the entire underground space of the garden, the main building, and the annex.
She passed the exercise facilities and guided me to a small room in the corner.
All kinds of alcohol are stored in equipment like a wine cellar.
Maybe because it's less Japanophile here, multinational liquors like whiskey and wine, in addition to sake, were well-kept in strange refrigerator-like objects.
Without needing an explanation, the alcohol here was my father's expensive-looking collection, and it seems there were people who wanted to buy it.
Suddenly, a scene of enjoying alcohol with cherry blossom petals in the garden pavilion came to mind.
I don't know much about the taste of alcohol, but I decided to refuse the disposal.
Finishing the short tour of the basement and going back up the stairs, her tight white skirt, as she led the way to guide me, pleased my eyes.
I didn't see it in the car, but her slim waist and beautifully flared pelvis made me think that she is indeed one of the blessed people.
Seeing that there were no panty lines in the back, I went up having a fun imagination, wondering if she was wearing a thong.
Finally, the tour of the garden and the main building and the decision on the items to dispose of were finished.
The basement was not the place for my father's sexual preference. That place was definitely the annex.
Is it okay to go to such a place with this woman?
The discomfort blooms again.
"The house is really complicated, isn't it?"
She, who was guiding me, turned around and said.
"Yes. It's built in a very complicated way. I don't know if there was a need to do even this in the Japanese style."
"I'm a little tired, can I rest for a moment?"
"Yes. Let's take it slow. I can't even imagine how I would have handled this if it weren't for you, Lawyer-nim."
"Be grateful to your parents. I'm a person with quite expensive fees."
She says, smiling with a joking face.
If my father hadn't paid the fees in advance, an amount that wouldn't have ended with a joke might have been billed.
"Treat me to a cup of tea."
She walks to the tea room without even waiting for my answer.
Ah....... This was my house.......
Thanks to her guiding me like the owner of the house and me following like a guest, I had forgotten that she was the guest.
I entered the tea room, but naturally, I don't know how to prepare or brew tea.
I've never done it, but I heard that the tea ceremony consists of a very complicated process.
I don't have refinement, but I have common sense. On how to act in such a case.
"Excuse me, Lawyer-nim. You probably know, but I've lived a bit of a hard life, so I don't know anything about this tea ceremony."
It's less embarrassing to be honest.
Her face became a slightly surprised expression for a moment, then returned to her original smiling face.
"Oh my, I was rude. I'm sorry."
She apologizes quickly. It seems she didn't intend to tease or ignore me.
"No, it's not. The problem is that I don't know how to treat someone to a cup of tea. If I have a chance next time, I'll treat you to a nice cup."
"Then, would it be okay if I borrow the tea utensils for today?"
"Of course."
She sat in seiza in front of me, bringing strange-looking tools I wouldn't know, as familiarly as if it were her own house.
The sight of a woman wearing a white skirt and kneeling stimulated my sexual preference, at least a little.
I didn't know much either, so I tried to sit in seiza, but it was too uncomfortable, so I just sat comfortably cross-legged.
Moving her hands here and there, pouring into a large bowl, then pouring into a small bowl repeatedly, she handed me a cup.
A scent that even I, who doesn't know tea, could recognize spreads.
It's hot, so I hold a sip in my mouth and swallow it.
"It's good. I don't know much, but it feels like I'm recovering."
She also drank a sip and answered with a smile.
"You've prepared a lot of good teas. You'll be able to enjoy tea from time to time now."
I thought about making an old man joke that I don't like the Japanese car in the parking lot, but I like the Japanese tea in the tea room, but fortunately, I came to my senses and didn't add a dark history.
We enjoyed tea in silence for a while.
Even though sitting in seiza is by no means a comfortable position, her expression doesn't change.
I thought about the absurd idea that if she sat comfortably cross-legged, she would be comfortable, and I might be able to see her panties, and I slowly eased the tension I received from this strange Japanese-style mansion.
And after a while, she opened her mouth.
"I heard that Kim Seon-min-ssi lived apart from your father for a long time, do you know much about your father?"
"I lived with him until I was in elementary school, but honestly, I understand my father a little, and I don't know anything about the rest."
"This might be a slightly uncomfortable conversation."
I finally thought that something had finally come.
"It's strange to ask the son, but do you know anything about Kim Gyeong-hak-ssi's women problems?"
She unfolds the story directly without even beating around the bush.
"I know a little. But I don't think what my father showed me when I was an elementary student is everything."
"You knew to some extent from then on. Then I'll tell you a little about the story after that."
"Kim Gyeong-hak-ssi liked treating women like slaves. Maybe when he lived with Seon-min-ssi, he seduced women himself and made them sex slaves, but even that didn't satisfy Kim Gyeong-hak-ssi."
She talks about things like sex slaves without changing her expression one bit.
"And after Seon-min-ssi left, he didn't want a relationship like slave and master play, but really wanted slaves."
What does that mean?
At that time, those women were really slaves.
They were true slaves who had thrown away human dignity to the floor.
The lawyer, who saw my expression, gave an additional explanation as if she knew everything.
"You know the word sadist, right?"
".....Yes."
Unlike her, who talks calmly, I felt uncomfortable with the conversation involving sexual elements, even though it was my father's problem, so I answered in a small voice.
"What kind of opposite sex do you think a sadist likes?"
"That would be a masochist, right?"
It's a common sense story.
Did my father, who was a sadist, find a woman who was a masochist?
Or did he make the women masochists?
What is certain is that those women I saw at that time were indulging in pleasure while being trampled on.
With faces more filthy and happy than anything else in this world.
"No."
She denies my words.
"Sadists are people who get excited by giving pain to the other person and breaking them. Masochists feel pleasure, not pain, so in fact, sadists and masochists are people who don't get along."
Now that I hear it, it's true.
A real sadist, not just a couple's SM play, is a psychopath-level mental patient.
Just like me or my father.
"Kim Gyeong-hak-ssi started looking for women who didn't feel joy in his actions, but women who really hated it but surrendered before him."
"Isn't that already in the realm of crime?"
No matter how much property and charm he has, doing sadistic acts to a woman who hasn't consented is definitely a crime.
"Of course, it's probably a criminal act that leads to ruin."
Why does this story come out while explaining about my father?
"Kim Gyeong-hak-ssi used every possible means to find a way to achieve his dream and protect his current self."
He is a very passionate person. Just looking at this mansion.
If he hadn't been obsessed with strange sexual preferences and had turned his eyes elsewhere, my father would have been a truly successful geek.
"And he found it. A certain organization."
She said, sipping her tea.
Organization?
Is it like a violent gang?
I can't keep up with the story again in an instant.
"An organization?"
"Hmm. You've heard of secret organizations that appear in conspiracy theories or urban legends, right? You can think of it as that."
My expression probably isn't even funny, but she ignores it and continues the story.
"It's an organization where people in power in society gather and handle their own illegal matters."
"People in power?"
"Members are people like chaebols, politicians, and celebrities."
"You're not joking, right?"
"Yes."
Actually, I also have a bit of a talent.
I have a talent for observing people's complexions.
I don't know if I got it from living at the bottom or if it's innate.
By the time I was aware of it, I was already at the bottom.
At least, I'm confident that I can guess to some extent, if not 100%, whether this person is lying or joking.
She was quietly telling only the truth right now.
"So that's how my father got real slaves from the organization."
She makes a surprised expression for the first time.
"Do you believe my story?"
"Well, there's no reason for you, Lawyer-nim, to lie to me."
"Kim Seon-min-ssi seems to be a much smarter person than I thought. Noona will pour you another cup of tea as a reward."
Treating me like a child as if it were a joke, she pours tea into my empty cup.
I organized my thoughts quickly while swallowing a sip of tea.
There is some secret organization of powerful people, and my father purchased slaves from that organization for his sexual preference.
And the lawyer who tells me this story is also......
"You must be a member of that organization too, Lawyer-nim."
Her face changed from the business smile she had shown all day to an expression that looked genuinely amused.
"Why do you think so?"
"You said it's a secret organization, so only members belonging to that organization would know such details. And you're probably in a pretty high position there, Lawyer-nim."
Her expressions become colorful.
"Why? Things like lawyers are really nothing in the organization?"
"It's not as a lawyer, but aren't you someone who does something high up in the organization?"
"Seon-min-ssi was an interesting person. That's two circles. Noona will grade you, so tell me the basis."
It seems this was her true self.
She was an attractive woman earlier, but returning to her original joyful face made her much more attractive.
"It's a bit difficult to say the basis, but I just have a feeling. When Noona talks about my father, it feels like she's talking about a subordinate, not a superior."
She nods with an interested face.
"That's right. Noona is Orchid Rank in the organization, and Kim Gyeong-hak-ssi was Chrysanthemum Rank."
Orchid, Chrysanthemum......
"Is it Mae-Nan-Guk-Juk (Plum, Orchid, Chrysanthemum, Bamboo)? No way?"
"Yes. A bit tacky, right? It's because it's an organization created right after liberation. If it were made these days, they would have done it like Diamond, Gold, Silver, right?"
I thought that was even tackier because it looked like a multi-level marketing scheme.