The Consultation

“What kind of treatment are you hoping for, Ms. Nayoon?”

Huh…?

The unexpected question froze me solid.

I had assumed filling out an application would mean the usual basic personal details, yet Eunbi’s question veered into entirely different territory.

“Hehe. Did I catch you off guard? Don’t overthink it. Most of your personal information was already submitted when you signed up. What we need from you right now is simply this: what kind of service do you want from Waltz Production?”

Had my expression given everything away? Or had she simply dealt with people like me before?

Eunbi added a gentle explanation that eased the awkwardness. She continued in the same calm, measured tone.

“Looking at the videos you’ve been watching, it seems you prefer being treated as less than human—or receiving especially harsh, merciless handling. But since those are only videos, some people end up watching things far more extreme than what they actually want in real life. That’s why I’m asking first.”

“Ah… is that so?”

“Yes. For reference, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Waltz Production’s programs are divided into four grades. The mildest is a standard prisoner role-play with light SM elements. The most severe… well, the treatment is so vicious it’s hard to put into words.”

“Could you… explain in a little more detail?”

“Of course.”

Waltz Production offered four program grades in total. Of those, three were open to me.

First came the lowest: Grade C.

It was a program that locked you away in a general prisoner state, recreating an environment close to a real prison. The difference was the occasional soft SM-level sexual torment mixed in. The forms of that torment varied widely—sexual abuse, of course, but also options like long-term masturbation denial or extended chastity-belt wear.

“We recommend C-Class for masturbation addicts, people who need diet and weight management, and women who want to stay faithful while their boyfriends are away in the military.”

True enough—with the declining population, military service had stretched longer, and plenty of women left behind ended up cheating. This program could let a woman prove her loyalty while giving her boyfriend one less thing to worry about.

And if she broke? Well, that had nothing to do with me. I didn’t even have a boyfriend.

Tch.

Next was the step up in intensity: Grade B.

This was where real play actually began.

A form of control that didn’t exist in ordinary society. Through Eunbi’s lips came the description of becoming a sex slave and being thoroughly violated.

“The basic setting for B-Class is ‘sex slave.’ Corporal punishment happens when needed, but most of your time is spent locked in a cell or summoned out for pleasure torture with various devices.”

Even the bare explanation made it clear the intensity far surpassed C-Class.

“Inmates live in solitary by default and are ‘forcibly’ subjected to whatever play options they’ve set. That’s why the options matter so much. You’ll sit down with a professional counselor and build the settings around the play and tastes you want.”

“There are professional counselors?”

“Yes. Every one of them has experienced every Waltz Production program themselves. For the record, I’m registered as one too—so if you apply for B-Class, I’ll put together a detailed plan for you.”

The smile Eunbi gave me somehow felt frightening.

If I chose B-Class, my life for the next few months would be jerked around by whatever settings her fingers typed in. The thought alone tightened my nerves.

“Even so, B-Class still falls within ordinary SM play. Corporal punishment has a limit on how many times it can happen, and even the sexual torture is mostly device stimulation—at worst, one-on-one rape. That’s why we usually recommend it to people looking for something a little different from regular SM. But…”

Eunbi let the silence stretch.

The next words she spoke brushed straight against my lust.

“A-Class is different.”

The highest intensity I could apply for was Grade A.

The explanation that followed filled me with a tension that left me soaked between the legs the entire time I listened.

“In A-Class you are treated as less than human. The inmate’s opinions are never reflected in the program structure. You simply obey orders and submit to the guards. Every single day is a day of torture. Personal freedom and the right to defend yourself do not exist.”

“….”

“Even the basics—sleep, meals, excretion—are all controlled. Break a rule even slightly, or keep every rule perfectly… either way, the guards can subject you to whatever cruelty their guidelines and moods dictate.”

What kind of customer briefing was this?

An ordinary person would have exploded in anger on the spot.

I had to fight the whole time to keep the pounding in my chest from rising into my throat.

“Do you think it’s unfair?”

Not a chance.

I shook my head hard from side to side.

“Hehe. We usually recommend A-Class to people with a strong masochistic streak.”

Having finished the explanation, Eunbi looked at me with a faint smile, as if trying to soothe me.

A few silent seconds passed while she studied my face.

Then she asked,

“Which grade do you want?”

It sounded like the devil’s whisper.

If I thought only of my experience and safety, I should have chosen C-Class.

My entire SM history amounted to a few sessions of self-bondage and toy masturbation. Frequent self-play had long since destroyed my hymen, but no man’s hands had ever touched me, so even B-Class would be a heavy load in reality.

Yet I couldn’t decide easily.

All I had to do was say the words “C-Class.”

The resonance inside my chest was running wild.

Should I just go with A-Class?

No. I can’t decide that lightly.

I have to calm down.

Worry piled on top of worry. Time simply kept flowing away.

Then the patiently waiting Eunbi gave me a gentle push with her unhurried voice.

“For reference, the cost varies with options, but roughly: C-Class is about three million won a month, B-Class five million, and A-Class around one million.”

“Huh? A-Class is cheaper?”

“As you probably know, A-Class generates revenue from video sales on the site. Oh? Your face says you didn’t realize. Video recording is mandatory for A-Class. The sales profits are split fifty-fifty between Waltz Production and the inmate. The videos you’ve been buying were shot that way. Women with figures as outstanding as yours can even walk away with a nice lump sum after the confinement period ends, once costs are deducted. Recording is required, but whether the footage is actually sold is something you decide the day before you go in.”

True—Waltz Production videos were pricey compared to ordinary porn.

And like Eunbi’s own case, faces would be altered with AI, so the risk of being recognized was almost zero.

Even if someone did find out… my social circle was tiny enough that it wouldn’t hurt much.

Hearing that, my heart tilted hard and fast.

I had only just become unemployed and was already fretting over expenses. It felt as if fate itself had laid A-Class in front of me as the only possible choice.

“Then… I’ll go with A-Class.”

The moment the words left my mouth, my heart felt ready to burst.

So this was the choice I was going to make after all.

A strange mix of relief and tension washed over me at the same time.

But the pounding only grew louder as the seconds passed.

Of course it did.

With my own hands I had just shoved myself onto a path of cruelty.

“All right. Now that the grade is decided, shall we set the period and options?”

There was no time to settle myself before the next questions arrived.

First the length of confinement had to be fixed.

“A-Class can be set from a minimum of one month to a maximum of three years, in one-month increments. Just tell me how many months you’d like.”

“…Six months, please.”

“Understood.”

Setting the period was easier than expected.

Next week was Chuseok. If I contacted my sister then, no one would come looking for me for a while. I planned to devote every bit of that time to prison life.

“I’ll keep the decisions displayed in front of us from now on. Let me know if anything needs changing.”

“Yes.”

Text appeared from the holographic terminal mounted on the back of the laptop—letters of light floating between Eunbi and me.

“Would you like to set any special release conditions?”

“Release conditions?”

“Yes. An option where confinement ends early if certain conditions are ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠met during the period. Conversely, even if the full term is served, failure to meet a condition can force an extension. For example, if you set a ten-kilogram weight-loss target, you stay locked up until you reach that weight. Forced extensions are capped at three months.”

An unexpected condition.

If I’d known earlier I could have prepared.

“I won’t set any of those.”

“Understood.”

No need to overdo it from the start.

If I hung a release condition over myself, I was sure my attention would keep drifting that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠way, so I left it out this time.

Hmm. “This time”…

I hadn’t even begun, yet my heart was already shifting into that of an inmate.

“Ms. Nayoon, excuse me, but you’re not a virgin, are you?”

Wait—did I hear that right?

The sudden question left me wide-eyed with shock.

“W-why do you ask?”

“There’s an option called ‘Loss of Virginity.’ Occasionally we get actual virgins, and keeping the hymen intact during confinement is nearly impossible, so we offer an Opening Ceremony through the options. In those cases we try to match the form as closely as possible to what the person wants.”

According to her, even without being raped, an A-Class inmate’s hymen stood a high chance of tearing naturally from the torture and various abuses.

Well, hymens could tear from vigorous exercise alone, so either getting it taken care of beforehand or turning it into a special event through the options sounded appealing.

But the example events she listed…

“An all-night gangbang with more than ten guards, continuous pleasure torture, forced bestiality… do people actually apply for things like that?”

“Of course. For the record, I wasn’t a virgin, but I pretended I was and chose forced bestiality for my Opening Ceremony. Well… I got caught later and received some rather severe torture for it. Anyway, it’s an option only available to virgins, so I always recommend it if you are one.”

Eunbi smiled brightly, waiting for my answer.

That smile was pure, genuine anticipation.

But what could I do?

I was… at best, a half-virgin.

My hymen had been torn long ago during masturbation.

“Too bad. I already don’t have a hymen.”

“Ah… I see. All right, we’ll skip that option then.”

I hadn’t lied.

No man’s hands had ever touched me, but my pussy no longer had a hymen.

The faint regret I felt… was probably just because I was a true masochist.

After that came the options for advance preparations—mostly measures for being away a long time.

Power-of-attorney forms in case government offices or statistical surveys contacted me, empty-house management, and the like.

Most carried small extra fees, but nothing major, so I signed up for them readily.

“You don’t need the alibi option, correct?”

“No, I’m fine.”

The expensive alibi option didn’t apply to me.

Apparently it involved obtaining powers of attorney to create signs of daily life so family wouldn’t report you missing or call the police. If necessary they could even fake an overseas stay and answer with an AI-synthesized version of the inmate’s voice.

I was an outsider who’d scored solid “I” on every MBTI test, so that risk didn’t exist for me. For someone with lots of acquaintances or frequent family contact, though, it looked essential.

Thinking of it that way, even the two-hundred-thousand-won monthly fee didn’t seem expensive.

“No allergies or ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠illnesses either… All right! Please give this a final check.”

I had listened to all sorts of explanations, but since it was my first time I only applied for the basics.

I felt a little guilty toward Eunbi, who had explained everything so thoroughly, yet she just kept repeating how happy she was to have a new colleague.

“I’ll contact you next weekend. Time is short, so get your personal affairs in order. Any questions?”

Once the confirmation was finished, Eunbi closed the laptop.

A glance at the clock showed several hours had already slipped by.

“Um…”

“Yes, go ahead.”

Before standing I called out to her.

Normally my personality would have let the chance for questions pass, but the curiosity that had grown while listening simply would not be held back.

“Is there any way I could get even a rough idea of what S-Class is like…?”

Among everything she had explained, there was one thing I had never heard.

The S-Class that only people who had completed at least six months of A-Class confinement could apply for.

Leaving without even a description just because I didn’t yet qualify felt too disappointing.

Once this confinement ended I would meet the requirement, so I at least wanted to hear about it first.

But—

“I’m sorry. In principle I can’t explain anything about S-Class. It’s confidential by default, regardless of qualifications. Even those who qualify only fill out an application form; nothing about the content is ever described. The most I can say is… well, obviously, it’s harsher than A-Class.”

My curiosity only grew larger.

I received no real explanation at all.

Just—

“Hehe. If you’re interested, come back in six months and experience it yourself.”

With that deep curiosity carved into my chest, I finished the contract with Waltz Production.

And that night—

Caught between fear and anticipation, unable to restrain the lust boiling up inside me, I spent the entire night repeating self-bondage and masturbation.

…Hurry up and get here, next week.