The Beginning of Fate 1

Summer. It was some early hour before dawn.

I was asleep when the phone rang, and I barely got my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eyes open to check the caller. Joo Chaerin.

Chaerin drawled my name in a voice gone completely slack.

"Why are you calling at this hour. …And why is it so loud over there."

Ah…….

So that was all ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it was. She'd called because she was drunk.

"No. Get yourself home. I'm hanging up."

"If you knew there was a meeting today, you shouldn't have been drinking."

The call cut off before I could answer.

Not going was the right call. I tossed the phone aside and shut my eyes again.

It was the first time anyone had ever contacted me drunk. And of all people, the call had come from Chaerin.

If it had been Jiyeon, I would have run out the door…….

What did Joo Chaerin even think I was to her.

……Was she really going to fall asleep in the street and miss the meeting?

Even setting that aside, a girl wandering around that drunk on her own could be dangerous…….

She wasn't my girlfriend, and calling her a girl friend felt wrong too, but the tie between us had lasted a fair while.

The moment I thought that, unease crept in.

I turned the phone back on and checked the pin she'd sent. A downtown bar, not far from home.

………….

I threw on whatever clothes were at hand and went to the place, and Chaerin greeted me with a smile.

"You actually came? Thanks, Doyun!"

But she wasn't the only one there. At a single table sat Joo Chaerin, President Joo Chaebin, a man whose name I didn't know, and Jiyeon.

Why… why was Jiyeon here?

"Doyun really came just because Chaerin called……. Want me to pour you one?"

"……I don't have much choice. Please."

Jiyeon met my eyes, gave me a small smile, and emptied her glass in one swallow.

The whole situation was so bewildering that I turned toward Chaerin. Unlike the voice on the phone, she wasn't drunk in the slightest.

She had been acting.

Was my head simply failing to catch up with my body? I wanted to say something, but faced with a scene I couldn't make sense of, all I could do was blink.

After a light nod of greeting, Jiyeon seemed to be dodging my gaze. Already half drunk, she set her glass down with a clack, and she was… beautiful. Of course she was beautiful.

But something was wrong. Jiyeon had never been the kind of girl who wore a white dress this sheer and this tight, the sort that was embarrassing just to look at.

"……Ahem. Student Hong Doyun…… am I correct? I've heard a great deal about you. This is who I am. Please take my card first."

The man who had kept silent until then rose his heavy frame and greeted me. He held out a business card.

His name was Nam Geon. For the head of a company he looked quite young, and his body carried a raw, animal masculinity.

"Since we have one more, shall we move? There's a private room upstairs. We'll go there."

And so, without understanding any of it, I climbed to the second floor with the rest of them.

More than the situation itself, Jiyeon's clothes gnawed at me. The dress was a little short, and she kept trying to tug it down, as if it made her uncomfortable.

Even on the stairs the line of her panties showed plainly, so I hurried up behind her to block the view.

"Hey… Jiyeon. Why did you come here. Let's go home, okay?"

"…I never thought you'd actually show up because Chaerin called. You two already had each other's numbers…? And you don't need to worry so much. It's just a regular gathering. …I'll go up first."

"If it's a regular gathering, why are you dressed like this…. Jiyeon?"

She didn't answer. She went up ahead of me.

The others filed into the private room, and I was about to hurry in after them when Chaerin suddenly blocked the door.

She slipped back out, eased the door shut, and led me to the end of the hall.

"Hey. How much do you actually know about your girlfriend?"

"Everything. If it's about Jiyeon, I know everything. No… I still don't get why she's at a place like this today…. But if you're about to badmouth Jiyeon in front of me—"

"Haa……. Shut up, you fucking idiot. All this time I've been digging, you kept saying nothing was going on. Right?"

Chaerin was taller than me. She grabbed me by the collar, shoved me against the wall, and thumped my chest with her fist.

"Y-yeah."

"Then look. Does that look normal to you? …Hong Doyun, you didn't know a damn thing."

"What are ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you suddenly… saying, Chaerin? You're scaring me. Stop it."

I was the one who'd been dragged out of sleep by a ringtone and gotten angry. But the face twisting now was hers.

"……How long has Baek Jiyeon been working as a fitting model."

"…About four months, I think. Probably……."

"Four months? You son of a—……! All that time gone by, what the hell have you been—"

Her words cut off mid-sentence. President Joo Chaebin was scanning the hallway, looking for us.

"You two. You can't just walk out without a word. People are waiting."

A little tipsy, she steadied herself against the wall and smiled. Chaerin glared at her as if she meant to kill her, then turned and went back into the room.

Still.

I had no way of knowing why Chaerin was acting like that.

The talk in the room began with simple introductions. I wanted to know more about what kind of man Representative Nam was, but aside from enjoying fine food, he didn't say much of anything.

The small talk of ordinary days made it look exactly like a normal drinking party. President Chaebin still wanted me to visit the studio, and Representative Nam only laughed heartily as he listened.

"Um…… Representative Nam. Have this one, and then could we step outside and talk for a moment……."

"Hmm? …Hahaha! President Joo, you're far too drunk. Miss Chaerin is here as well, so let's not rush."

"……I'm not drunk. I'm really fine, Representative. So just once, in the restroom……."

It felt as if President Chaebin was pressing closer to Representative Nam than she needed to. Chaerin, sitting beside me, looked at her and let out a short, scornful breath.

"That slut. Playing cute…."

It was only a mutter, but I heard it clearly. For some reason Chaerin was cursing her own sister. I'd felt it when she glared at President Chaebin earlier, too—the two of them were anything but close.

Jiyeon, meanwhile, had seemed a little sulky with me at first, but now she was talking easily and melting into the mood.

"Oh, Doyun. I haven't told you yet… Representative Nam is a really good person. He knew things were hard for me, and he's been helping me for a long time."

"…Yeah? Ah…… thank you for helping Jiyeon……. I should have done more myself."

"You flatter me. I run a program that supports young people with dreams, that's all. If anything, it's a great joy and a reward for me—when the ones who've grown well come back."

I started to rise so I could at least bow my thanks, and Chaerin pinched my arm. Come to think of it, she was the only one who hadn't said a word, just sipping her drink.

Uncomfortable, being here with her sister……?

President Chaebin came over to Jiyeon and me and poured us each a glass. Chaerin, beside me, got shoved into the corner because of it.

"I really like you two. ……I heard you've known each other since you were little. So how much sex have you had? Once a week…?"

"S-sex……!?"

"He's a virgin. Why are you poking into their business, unni?"

The question came out of nowhere, and my reaction lagged. Then Chaerin said something even worse.

President Chaebin glared at her for a moment. Chaerin glared right back, unyielding. The air between them was not ordinary.

"Joo Chaerin. All you've done since earlier is get in the way……. You won't do—"

"Uuugh! Aigoo, I'm sorry. I'll step out and relieve myself. Everyone seems to have had plenty, so let's wrap this up."

Representative Nam stretched noisily and stood. I followed him out to use the restroom.

When the door opened, waiters in neat dress I had never seen before were waiting outside. They hurried over and took Representative Nam by both shoulders.

Good service……, I thought, and headed first for the restroom on the first floor.

"Hoo……."

I was in the middle of pissing when the door opened and Representative Nam came in. Standing beside me, he seemed uncomfortable at the crotch; he shoved his pants down and put a hand into his underwear.

"…Uncomfortable."

A python of a dark-brown cock sprang out past the cloth. I was so startled I forgot I was pissing and stole a look at his lower half.

In both length and girth, it was a cock that overwhelmed mine and then some.

"Oh—! Sorry, Student Doyun. A grown man, making a mistake like this……."

"…N-no. This much is…"

"I'm not entirely pleased with a thing like this either. Most of the time I have to keep it hidden…. Well, there's exactly one place it's useful."

He called it taking care of sexual appetite, then laughed heartily and pissed. I washed my hands with the bitter taste of a loser I couldn't quite hide, and left the restroom.

When I came back to the room, only President Chaebin was waiting.

"Did everyone go to the restroom?"

"……Well, something like that. Doyun, sit beside me a moment? Shall the two of us have a drink?"

I sat where she told me to. After we'd each downed a glass, President Chaebin spoke first.

"Jiyeon looks pretty today, doesn't she? …Didn't you want to flip her dress up from behind and just jump her?"

"What…? President, that joke goes a little far."

"It's not a joke. That dress—Jiyeon chose it herself. …You really didn't know a thing, just like Chaerin said."

……….

…The same words Chaerin had spoken came out of her mouth. Only now did any of it start to feel real. Something had been happening while I didn't know.

"Want me to tell you instead? What happened. There's a condition, though."

"…What is it?"

"Call me Chaebin-noona. ……And no matter what you hear, accept it exactly as it is. You can do that much, can't you?"

I said I would. At some point she had pressed in close, shoulder to my shoulder, bare leg against mine.

"One day Jiyeon said it. That she wanted to enjoy sex more, too…."

"Jiyeon did……?"

"Yeah. So I asked what was going on, and in the end her worry was just one thing. …She can't feel any masculinity from you, so climaxing is hard."

Had Jiyeon been thinking of me that way…? I'd worried over the same problem myself. But she'd never said a word, so I'd assumed it was fine.

……I'd thought it was fine. Had it not been?

"Listen a little more. Why do you think she poured that worry out to me? Obviously it was for you, wasn't it? I gave her all kinds of advice, but it didn't seem to be going well. You know—Ejaculation Management, and all that. I taught her every bit of it. Telling her to try using old videos—that was me, too."

From some point on, Jiyeon had started managing my ejaculation so I could endure stronger stimulation. I'd gone along with it as if it were only natural.

But old videos…? Wait……. What old videos?

"……What I taught her wasn't sex technique, though. Just a handjob, to make you feel good. Maybe that's why she started asking about other things. Positions. Service for a man…. Heh…. Jiyeon back then was like a blank white canvas. That innocent."

She picked up a slice of yellow peach and popped it into her mouth. I waited in silence until she finished it. Cold sweat ran, and I couldn't even think to wipe it away.

"Ah~ sweet. …Where was I? Right—that girl who didn't even know porn had started taking an interest in sex. I really liked that. It was like looking at the old me. But I thought it was strange. Jiyeon's worry was clearly her own dissatisfaction. And yet she said she was going to put you first. That she'd devote herself to satisfying you all the way to the end. ……So I just showed her."

"Don't tell me p-porn…?"

"No. Sex. I showed pure Jiyeon, right in front of her eyes, sex so violent it raised goosebumps. That day happened to be the day Master was coming to the studio."

"Right in front of her……. Master…? What are you talking about……."

For a moment I couldn't follow the thread. I couldn't understand the word Master coming out of President Chaebin's mouth.

"Like a child seeing something dirty for the first time, Jiyeon watched all of it in front of us. Rough, stimulating sex, and a passionate squirting climax. Even my face, once I'd been reduced to a single bitch in heat…."

"President……! Why would you… why would you do that to Jiyeon……."

"Doyun. I told you to call me noona. Is it that hard?"

"…O-okay, I get it…. Chaebin-noona."

President Joo Chaebin—no, Chaebin-noona—turned on her phone and opened the gallery. She dragged down through the album and stopped on a photo.

"I started getting reports from Jiyeon over the phone. Sex reports, with the boyfriend she loves. What position you used, how many times you came, how many times she climaxed. How wet she got, whether she was satisfied… she told me all of it."

"So that call after sex was……."

"Oh my, you were listening? Then you must have noticed. For the past month, Jiyeon hasn't climaxed even once during sex with you. While you had four meaningless ejaculations from management alone…. Isn't it only natural she'd start wanting stimulation?"

"Even so, Jiyeon isn't the kind of girl who'd suddenly do this. You must have done something behind her—"

Chaebin-noona laid a finger over my lips.

"Bold, aren't you, Doyun. …But Jiyeon looked a little… very short on time. In the end I recommended Master's Private Lessons to her. Private lessons are like sex lessons… mm……."

"Why… why'd you stop? Say it, quick…!"

"The thing is, at first Jiyeon said she wouldn't. But when I brought you up, she ended up contacting me to say she would. This might be a little serious, but that girl thinks about you to an excessive degree. It isn't quite obsession. If it's for you, Doyun, she doesn't seem to care what it costs."

Jiyeon………? No. That wasn't the important part. Whatever else was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠true, Chaebin-noona had led Jiyeon down the wrong path. That much was fact.

Only now did Chaerin's attitude toward her sister start to make sense. She chose a single photo from the album and held it out to me.

"…You've been curious, haven't you? What this picture is. It's a photo from Jiyeon's first lesson."

When I saw it, the shock stopped my breath.

Jiyeon was kissing another man. One of his hands stroked her waist. She didn't have her hands on him, but her expression looked wrong.

It was a face soaked through with too much pleasure.

This can't be real. Right—this is a composite. This is fake…….

Jiyeon's face, flushed red. Someone else's saliva strung at the corner of her mouth, and the sight of her taking the kiss without even being able to push him away.

"Doyun's hard……? Reacting to your girlfriend looking dirty? It's fine, this much. Noona will make it so it doesn't hurt."

She pressed her body in close and laid her leg over my thigh. Then she slowly pushed her knee into my crotch.

"Why would Jiyeon do something like this…. Who the hell is this man! I'm suing him right—ahh…!"

"Is that any way to talk about Master. …That day's lesson ended there. Jiyeon said it was the first time she'd come from a kiss alone. Anyway, she must have been satisfied, because she set the next lesson right away. In the second lesson, Jiyeon learned how to serve a man…… no. How to serve Master."

"Don't lie. It's fake! Jiyeon would never do this with someone else…… khh…!"

She had only pressed with her knee, and my eyes went completely slack. I slumped back down, strengthless.

"No need to rush. See here? Master's… huge thing, held between her breasts. There's only the one photo, so I don't really know either, but if you ask, he'll probably send the video too. Heh…."

"…Ugh. Uu, auuugh, hhh……."

The man's cock in the photo. I had seen a cock of that vicious size before.

…And only about twenty minutes ago.

In the restroom of this bar.

Of course I hadn't seen it hard. But I knew the moment I looked.

A penis so huge I wondered whether it belonged to the same kind of human was Representative Nam Geon's, and in the photo Jiyeon was devotedly serving it.

In that instant, what he had said with that hearty laugh flashed through my mind. Even a needlessly huge thing was useful in exactly one place.

Taking care of sexual appetite.

I started howling like someone who had lost his mind. I hadn't seen Jiyeon or Chaerin for a while.

And I couldn't see Representative Nam either.

"J-Ji-Jiyeon! Where is she right now! Jiyeon!"

"Today's the day she takes her third lesson. …What she'll be learning, I don't know either."

I yanked out my phone and called Jiyeon. She didn't pick up.

"Please give Jiyeon back, I'm begging you…. I don't want her going this far. Okay…?"

I even went so far as to drop to my knees on the floor, pleading that I would do anything if she gave Jiyeon back.

"Now that's a little interesting. I liked you too, Doyun. But this isn't my decision, and it isn't Master's. It's Jiyeon's own. If you want her back, you're the one who has to go to her."

"How do I turn her heart around…?"

"That's simple. Sex isn't something you do alone."

Chaebin-noona placed a call somewhere, as if she had been waiting for exactly this, and two waiters soon arrived. They hauled me up from where I had gone limp.

Before they took me out of the room, she stroked my face, smeared with tears.

"……You take the lesson with her. Jiyeon decided to take lessons so she could satisfy you even more than she satisfies herself. Her boyfriend can hardly just sit still… can he?"