The Beginning of Fate II

"……You should sit in on those lessons too. Jiyeon only agreed to take them so she could satisfy you even better than she does now. You're her boyfriend. You can't just stand there and do nothing, can you…?"

…………….

I followed the waiters down the corridor, turning it over and over.

I wanted to demand what the hell that was supposed to mean, but the more I thought about it, the clearer it became that I no longer had a choice. First I had to see Jiyeon. Then we had to talk. We had to lay our worries bare to each other. Only then could we go back to the way things used to be — to the days when every single one of them had been happy.

"Please wait in this room. The feed will connect shortly."

I was left alone in a room at the end of the hall. Unlike the others, this one was soundproofed, with a large screen installed at its center. This was supposed to be a bar — why did a place like this even exist? The question rose and scattered like dust the moment it formed. Jiyeon. I was going out of my mind with wanting to see her.

"………Jiyeon."

Jiyeon was my only girlfriend. Other women had been around me, but I had never once thought of them as someone I might love. Even if she had made the wrong choice, I wouldn't blame her. We could set it right from here on out….

"Jiyeon, I'm sorry. You couldn't bring yourself to tell me the things you'd been keeping locked in your chest. …I'm a coward."

How long did I wait like that in the dark?

The screen flickered on, and Director Nam appeared, seated on a bed. I searched the frame for Jiyeon, but the camera showed only his upper body. There was no sign of anyone else at all.

"…Doyun. Can you hear me?"

The moment I saw his face, both my fists clenched. Unlike my own twisted expression, he looked perfectly at ease — calm, unhurried, almost kind.

"President Joo has probably given you the rough outline, but I'm sure you have questions of your own. Before we talk, let me say just this. I never do anything the other person doesn't want. In other words, there will be no penetration."

"……."

"Have you calmed a little? I'm genuinely grateful that you're sitting here before me. Miss Jiyeon asked to be taught with no motive but you — you alone. So all you need to do is learn something from me as well, and let what the two of you have grow deeper."

"Is Jiyeon… there with you right now?"

"Of course she is. She accepted every condition I set for the private lessons. That's why she's kept her mouth shut all this time."

"Couldn't you send her back…? I'm begging you."

I dropped to my knees again. It was wretchedly servile, but if I wanted Jiyeon back from the man who held every card, I had no other way.

"I'm sorry, but that won't be possible. We agreed the lessons would be held three times in all, so today is the last. The final lesson is how a man should caress a woman… Isn't that something that would help you as well?"

Director Nam gestured, and Jiyeon rose into view from beneath him. No — she hadn't appeared all at once. She had been serving him the whole time, just below the frame. Crouched as she was, her one-piece dress had ridden up, and I could see her slick running down between her panties.

Slrrp. She swallowed, came toward the camera, and widened the shot. Only then could I see both of them in full.

"Jiyeon, Jiyeon! Stop this and come back. Why are you doing something like this…!"

"……I just need you to be satisfied because of these lessons. That's all."

"No…! Just having you is enough for me! If anyone should have been trying harder, it was me! The one who sat there like an idiot and couldn't say a word — that was me……."

For a moment Jiyeon said nothing in front of the camera. Then she spoke to me with a bright, open smile.

"I understand, Doyun. I love you exactly the same as I always have. …You feel the same, don't you? Today's the last one, so watch carefully."

Something was wrong.

Jiyeon couldn't have changed in an instant like this. She was the purest, most untouched woman I knew. And yet the woman lifting her dress, lying back on the bed, and spreading her legs of her own accord was not the Jiyeon I knew.

In that moment I became afraid of her. She seemed like someone else, and the situation itself was frightening enough to raise the hair on my arms.

"Then I'll begin Miss Jiyeon's third lesson."

The moment he finished—

A curtain dropped from above and covered the entire screen. A light burned behind it, so all I could see were their silhouettes.

"Jiyeon……? D-Director! What is this………!"

"Always begin a caress with a kiss. Nothing lowers a person's guard like a kiss."

Director Nam sat on the edge of the bed and set a hand against the back of Jiyeon's head. Naturally, the two shadows began to overlap. Still lying down, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. In the silence, their kiss began.

Nnngh……. Mmph, haaah……. Slurp…… pwahhh.

A little time passed. Director Nam was still in the same posture as at the start. Jiyeon was not. Again and again she lifted her hips, trying to reach him. Every time her stomach brushed his vicious cock — erect, swaying slowly — a long strand of her slick stretched between her thighs.

When the kiss broke and their faces parted, she opened her mouth and put out her tongue. His saliva ran down onto it, and Jiyeon swallowed it past her throat as if she had been trained to.

"……."

No words could stand in for what I felt. I couldn't begin to imagine the expression on her face beyond the curtain. Maybe that woman wasn't Jiyeon at all……. Maybe she had been switched, like a magic trick.

………No. That couldn't be.

Jiyeon, you hate this too, don't you? For some reason you had no choice but to accept the lessons, right? Please answer me. Stop sucking on that filthy tongue and please, just answer me….

"I already taught her kissing in the first lesson, so we'll leave it there and move on to serving a woman. Stimulate her from the collarbone out to the outer breast, the way you would in a massage. It varies by person, but many women don't count the breasts among their erogenous zones, so you must always be careful."

Director Nam said something more, but none of it reached me. Jiyeon was already trembling faintly where she lay.

"With the curtain, you probably can't see well, Doyun. This wasn't my idea……. If she lies a little more on her side, you should be able to."

I couldn't see anything properly. All I caught, now and then between his arms, were Jiyeon's stiffened nipples and her hands clenched in the sheets. The one small mercy was that she was desperately trying to hold her moans in. She already looked as if even breathing were hard, and yet she shook her jaw and refused to let her voice out. And still that sight felt so different from the eager Jiyeon of the kiss that a wrongness settled over me.

"Doyun, what matters is a man's touch. Miss Jiyeon's nipples seem sensitive, so don't go after them from the start. There's nothing special about the abdomen. Just cover this slight rise below the navel with your hand and keep it warm for a moment."

Just above the neat growth of her pubic hair, Director Nam pressed his palm, slow and firm.

"Nngh…… ghuhhhhh……. Director… please, a little gentler, I'm begging youuu…."

Then Jiyeon clutched her head in both arms and came. A jet of fluid shot up between her legs, and at last her arms dropped limp. She turned her head to the side. She seemed to be looking at the camera beyond the curtain — and, beyond that, at me.

"Jiyeon…… are you okay? Please, don't push yourself. You're not that kind of person…!"

"…Doyun, interrupting a lesson won't do. She's fine, so there's no need to worry. …It isn't good to give her too much of this all at once, so I'll finish quickly today."

He began to caress the most precious part of her. I still couldn't tell exactly what he was doing, but I knew from the way she clenched her teeth again. While he worked, her hips bucked without rest, and her breasts jolted with them, making a wet, slapping sound. Jiyeon lifted the pillow she had been lying on and buried her face in it completely. I could no longer even make out the outline of her face.

"You simply massage along the labia, around the entrance. You can stroke lightly with your fingers, or stimulate the clitoris with your palm. There are many methods. Think of it as helping her masturbate with a man's thicker touch."

He lifted her and laid her down again so she faced the curtain. Her spread legs pointed straight at me, and yet I couldn't even make them out.

"…Miss Jiyeon, you've done well, just as I told you. You don't have to hold your moans in anymore."

"……Heh…… eh?"

Director Nam's slowly moving hand stopped where it was. After a brief stillness he shifted into the space between her legs. Even her shadow vanished behind his huge back. Now all I could see were Jiyeon's spread legs.

In a position like that, surely… his weapon was at Jiyeon's pussy……….

"Y-you clearly said there would be no penetration……!"

"Hm? Ah. I see. The position…. Don't misunderstand. Do you really think she could take me in a hole that narrow? Doyun. I don't know what President Joo told you, but this is a lesson. I have not the slightest reason to take Miss Jiyeon."

He went on talking, standing perfectly still where he was.

"If there's something you need to hear, I recommend you hear it from her yourself. Now, then……."

A wet thunk — the sound of something driven in. It was his finger.

Squish. Squish. Squish. Squelch…. Schllk…. While the violation went on without pause, Jiyeon screamed something close to a wail and locked her legs straight out into the air.

"S-stooop, stop, please stop, I'm begging youuu!! Nngh, uuh, ghuhhh……!"

…That wasn't a moan anymore.

She's clearly in distress. Jiyeon has to be in pain. Enough to lift her whole body into the air… enough to……….

………….

"Khhiiiiik! Ageh-hehhhiiiik——! Director, I'm coming! I'm coming on your finger-cock, I'm cooooming——!"

"Oh dear. My."

Director Nam stepped quickly aside, and Jiyeon convulsed, spraying a wild fountain straight at the curtain. Her arms and legs locked rigid in the air as if seized by a spasm, and even after the climax had torn through her, the squirt wouldn't stop.

Both of us were wrecked. Jiyeon lay slack on the bed as if she had fainted, with no thought of moving. Even the fluid covering the curtain became a shadow and ran down it. …Inside my pants, I was soaking wet.

Director Nam flicked his hands clean, came around the curtain, and approached the camera.

"The lesson ends here, Doyun. Of course there are countless ways to caress a woman. But what matters, in the end, is a man's touch."

"Aaaah………."

My head felt as if it were about to burst. Watching her come with her mind gone, I ejaculated into my underwear without even touching ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my cock.

Jiyeon was helpless before his hands. She accepted him without the slightest resistance. When she held her moans in, it had looked like resistance — but even that had been at his instruction.

"You did well. It was only a little over ten minutes, but still. By the way, Doyun. Her body is sensitive enough to climax easily from a single finger — so what have you been doing all this time?"

…Until Miss Jiyeon could come the way she came for me, what effort did you actually make? Hm?

Looking back, I had been so pathetic I couldn't last even a moment under a handjob from that same Jiyeon. All I ever thought about was holding my orgasm in, and because of that I could never send her over the edge.

Today, at the bar, the sight of her in a one-piece dress I had never seen before had me stupidly aroused. When she disappeared and I heard the truth, I was swallowed by a guilt I couldn't climb out of. And when I saw her taking the lesson from this empty room, for some reason I got hard again. Countless feelings had crossed through me, but all that remained now was my love for Jiyeon, and my inferiority before Director Nam.

Maybe.

Maybe this was what she had wanted. …When she said she would take the lessons herself, had she imagined herself like this?

Hands nothing like mine — huge, veins standing out — and a cock awe-inspiring enough to command reverence. A frame that could easily enfold a woman. And, ill-matched to that bulk, a gentleman's manners and a restraint to match.

In everything that deserved to be called masculine, I had lost to Director Nam.

"The private lessons are finished. Miss Jiyeon will wash up and return home shortly. I'll end the feed here. ……I would prefer we not have to meet again over something like this."

………….

The feed cut, and the screen went dark. Once again the room was swallowed in black.

The door opened. The waiters came in and hauled me to my feet, and I walked out with the image of Jiyeon on that screen not faded in the slightest. Chaebin was standing just outside. With her own handkerchief, she wiped my face.

"That look on a pretty boy's face when he's broken…. I like it. …Doyun, do you still love Jiyeon? No matter how it happened, she gave her body over to another man."

"…Yes. Jiyeon's the only one I have…."

"I like that answer too. You may not see it this way, but from Director Nam's… from Master's point of view, nothing has even started yet. Do you still want to take her back, even now? Do you want to return to ordinary life?"

The private lessons were over. Director Nam no longer had a way to do anything to Jiyeon. But she still worked at Chaebin's shop, and that fact had me by the ankle.

"Yes… please……. I was wrong. If ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠there's anything I can do—"

"Pfft. Ah…… what am I supposed to do? I want to collect you so badly. I'm sorry, Doyun, but if things stay like this, Jiyeon will go looking for Master again of her own free will. Like a fate already written. She won't be able to forget a pleasure that blanks the mind, and she'll keep going back."

"Then what am I supposed to……."

"Listen carefully. Starting today, Chaerin will be managing you."

"Managing… me?"

"Just…. Think of it as the price of coming so helplessly while you watched your girlfriend get played with by another man's hands."

Something in Chaebin's tone felt cold.

"Earlier Chaerin got a little… wicked idea in her head, so I sent her to the correction facility for a bit…. Well, she'll be fine. She's under my hand anyway. You have a team meeting this afternoon, don't you? Go on home. You worked hard today~."

When I got outside, it was past four in the morning. The cold raked through me, sharp enough to sting, and I coughed again and again.

What she meant by managing me, what it meant that she was giving me a chance — I understood none of it. My underwear, soaked with semen, was cold.

"Like an idiot……."

I went home blaming myself without end. I hoped that tomorrow, at last, I would be able to talk with Jiyeon.

Our team had decided to hold its first meeting in the club room.

I hadn't slept a wink after getting home, and I went to school with a hollow face. Before I could step into the club room, I met Chaerin coming from the other direction.

"Ch-Chaerin. Where on earth did you go earlier?"

"Something came up. …Why do you look like that? You okay?"

"Uh…… yeah. I'm fine. I just…… uh. Yeah."

Even standing still, I was sweating cold. Chaerin hurried over and looked me over.

"I wasn't there, but I can pretty much guess what happened. I knew the moment I saw Baek Jiyeon."

"……."

"Hey, I only showed up to blow that drinking party apart. I saw them by chance while I was passing — Nam Geon, Joo Chaebin, and Baek Jiyeon going into the bar together — so I followed them in."

So the four of them hadn't been together from the start…?

"But honestly, I was useless on my own. So I tried everything to drag you out — her boyfriend. I wanted you to take Baek Jiyeon and leave. But you, you fucking…."

Now that I thought about it, Chaerin had been sulking the whole time at the table. She had tried to wreck the mood more than once. And I had assumed it was just her personality.

"Haa……. Here, drink this at least. You need a clear head if you're going to talk."

She handed me a cold drink. I gulped it down, and my head seemed to clear a little.

"I can't stop it anymore. My sister put me in charge of managing you. From now on, if you want to survive, you do exactly what I say. Got it?"

"Chaerin, but this managing…."

"You don't actually know what kind of people Nam Geon and Joo Chaebin are, do you? Of course you don't. …First, promise me. That you'll obey me. That you'll become my property."

Chaerin took a silver ring from inside her clothes and held it out to me. The design was nothing special, but along the inner band a lowercase b had been engraved in script. When I hesitated to take it, she shoved the ring into my pocket herself.

"Don't wear it around yet. This is proof you belong to Nam Geon's group."

"Uh… okay."

"When Nam Geon first introduced himself, he said he was the head of some company, right? That was a lie. That bastard built his own kingdom in the shadows and made a system to run it. And you and Baek Jiyeon caught the eye of a lunatic like that."

She took out her own ring and showed it to me — a bright, pretty thing set with a small diamond. On the inside, a capital A had been engraved in script. Saying something like this was too much for everyday wear and she could never keep it on, she immediately tucked the ring back against her chest.

"My sister is that man's property. She made herself Nam Geon's slave of her own accord. That's why I hate her. I hate Joo Chaebin for dragging me into the shadows when I was young. That's why I tried to help you."

Chaerin had wanted me and Jiyeon as far from that underworld as we could get. The one who had assumed whatever he liked, and failed to see what she really meant, was me.

"Why… are you going this far for me?"

"……Because I think you'll be different. Anyway, if something bad happens to you later, use this ring. It's proof you're my property, so no one will be able to lay a hand on you lightly."

I felt ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as if I had suddenly been dragged into some enormous conspiracy. No — if Chaerin was right, I was already in it past saving — but the truth was, none of it felt real yet. Even so, I could tell that she was, at the very least, an ally for me and for Jiyeon.