The Omen of Fate

Jiyeon and I parted once the hangover meal was done. When I got home, Mom and my sister were watching a movie together on the TV.

"Why didn't you come home last night? It's the weekend—you were supposed to work out with your sister!"

"I was worried too, Doyun. You could have at least told us beforehand."

"Ah..."

Right. I'd been tipsy before we went to the motel, and I never sent word that I'd be back the next day.

There was no way I could stand in front of my family and say I'd spent the night with my girlfriend. Far too embarrassing.

"Still, it was a relief when Jiyeon texted that she was with you. You can be honest with me, Doyun."

"Huh? Uh—y-yeah. Mom, you already knew we were on a date?"

Mom smiled, bright and easy. Jiyeon came over often, and she got along especially well with Mom.

Sometimes it felt as if Mom trusted Jiyeon more than she trusted me.

My sister Doha still wore that sour look—the face she put on right before she started in on me.

"Jiyeon? Oh... she's gotten really pretty lately. ...Wait. So you went to a motel, too? Had yourself a great time, I bet. Your sister was home alone yesterday, wrecking her legs."

"...Doha."

"Tch. Just you wait, Hong Doyun."

She clicked her tongue hard and hugged a cushion to her chest, her eyes locking back onto the movie. I scratched my head and started for my room.

That was when I saw them without meaning to. Mom's Character Info, and my sister's.

I could not bring myself to reach for [View Details].

They were my family. People I loved every bit as much as I loved Jiyeon.

I hadn't understood it when I looked at Jiyeon's information. But I made up my mind then: ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with Mom and my sister, at least, I would not go prying into anything that sensitive.

More than ten years ago, while she was working as a broadcast writer, Shin Yugyeong stumbled into fame.

The program she belonged to was a variety show that aired in the dead of night.

A rig malfunction sent the drenching meant for the cast crashing down on Yugyeong herself, and the shot went out unedited, exactly as it happened.

Soaked to the skin and shaking, she looked pitiful—and, in a strange way, irresistibly attractive.

After that, Shin Yugyeong's profile shot up overnight among male viewers. The producer did not let the chance slip. He carved out a spot where she could appear on air, if only for a moment.

The instant she saw the role, she tried to refuse. The producer pressed her, quietly but firmly.

"Yugyeong, this is a late-night variety show. It's adult-rated. Even the guests who come on for a minute are trying to show the audience something, and the woman who just caught a flash of fame does nothing? That doesn't fly."

In the end, Yugyeong accepted.

Her husband had not been gone long, and the children were still small. She simply could not afford to give the job up.

She appeared in several parts in the short explainer clips that aired before the cast began each mission.

She had to slip in wearing a latex costume that clung to every line of her body, tempt a male guest at a bar, and wait, bound tight, at the final mission site after being abducted—roles meant to feed a fantasy.

Those parts vanished before long. The reason was simple. She was too beautiful.

The people upstairs could not stomach a staff writer, on screen for a few seconds, drawing a warmer response than the female guests. So they abolished the roles altogether.

After that, Yugyeong gradually won recognition for her ability and became one of the pillars of a prime-time program, fighting all the while to break the culture of discrimination that saturated the network.

Years passed that way.

One day Yugyeong went to call her son from his room and found Doyun watching a clip of her variety appearance.

In the video she wore a warden's costume made of rubber. It was a daring outfit that laid her cleavage bare, but the producer had insisted she wear it—he claimed it was the only costume they could get.

Learning that her son was watching her footage shocked her, but she forced herself to stay calm for the moment.

How could she explain this properly, and get Doyun to stop watching...?

In the brief moment she turned away to think, Doyun—breathing hard—slipped a hand into his underwear. Yugyeong could not let that pass. She stepped into the room, shut the video off, and called her son to a stop.

But she could not bring herself to be angry with him. She believed that taking those roles had been her own fault.

Doyun had reached puberty, and taking an interest in a woman's body was only natural. Directing that interest at his mother was not.

Yugyeong spoke to him seriously about it, and drew from him a promise that he would never do it again.

She asked the video sites to take down every clip related to her.

The administrator answered that Yugyeong alone had no right to have them removed. Unless someone who stood as a representative of the program at the time made the request, or the clips became a public controversy, there was nothing to be done.

In the end she gave up on the videos and decided to forget them.

Time passed again. The present.

Not many people remember that chapter of Shin Yugyeong's life anymore. What they remember instead is a heroic figure who held her ground at a single network and met that discrimination, and those coercive demands, head-on.

Before I knew it, it was early April, with midterms looming. I had just finished studying and was about to sleep when a message came from Jiyeon.

A video call?

I hastily shook out my hair, put it into some kind of order, and accepted.

"Oh..."

The Jiyeon on the screen pulled a sound out of me before I knew it. She was wearing a sleeveless top cut so deep at the front and the sides that the slightest shift looked as if it would bare her nipples.

"How much did you study? Is your homework all done?"

"All done. Jiyeon, but your clothes..."

"My clothes? Ahh~ this is what I usually wear at home. It feels like I'm not wearing anything, so it's comfortable. My chest doesn't feel tight, either."

Comfortable, sure. But...

No man alive could look at a top that showed her entire cleavage even when she sat still and not get worked up.

"...You're hard right now, aren't you? You saw my nipples poking out through the fabric and got it up, didn't you?"

"Huh? Y-yeah..."

"I'll help you take care of it. Want to take your dick out?"

"Right now?"

"I don't even have to look. That cute little cock of yours is probably drooling all over itself. This is the kind of thing a girlfriend has to manage."

I locked the door, came back to the bed, and stripped off my pants and underwear just like that.

"Ready? Hoo... Th-this is my first time doing something like this, too. You have to do exactly what I say."

Jiyeon curled one hand and brought it to her chest.

"Pretend my hand is... giving you a handjob, and stroke it slowly. Slowly... squish, squish..."

Every time her hand met her breast it swayed, light and soft, and beneath the fabric her nipples dragged and rose.

"Ahhh... Jiyeon."

"Hehe... Doyun's gotten so red. Now you slide that little cock in between my breasts. Then I hold it tight... and rub it like this..."

Jiyeon took both breasts in her hands and squeezed the center shut. The moment I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠imagined a shaft caught between them, I couldn't bear it. My whole body trembled.

"Feel like you're gonna come? Your hips have been twitching this whole time—you look so pathetic... But hold on a little longer. There's still more."

She didn't stop there. She shook her breasts hard, pressed her nipples together, and at the end stuck her tongue out long and mimed circling it over the head.

Every time she did, I jerked my hand like a madman and stroked myself off.

"If you're about to come, say it in a small voice...! Mmm... I'm gonna come from my girlfriend's tits! Like that."

"Hahh... I'm gonna come on Jiyeon's breasts! I'm coming...!"

In the end I came enormously from masturbation alone. Seeing the strength drain out of my face, Jiyeon straightened her chest and brought the camera back to her own.

"How was it? I still can't say that stuff convincingly, so I think I was lacking, but..."

"No. No way. You were so pretty, and so dirty... I liked it."

"Guess what I learned had a little effect. I'm happy just knowing you were satisfied, Doyun."

"Th-thank you... But what do you mean, you learned it..."

"Hm? Okay. You should be calmed down a bit now, so I'll tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"The boss said something the other day... Asked how I'd feel about trying on something a little sexier..."

Sexier clothes...? Why?

"That's why I wanted to hear your answer. Said my... my figure was going to waste? Even so, they said it would only be clothes that could go up on social media. A swimsuit, or something like that..."

"Jiyeon, that's..."

That was no different from a pictorial shoot.

"Of course I can wear clothes like that in front of you anytime... But doing it in front of other people doesn't feel right. R-right?"

She didn't seem to have settled on an answer. Jiyeon, so clean and demure, baring her skin in front of other people—I couldn't even imagine it.

"O-of course it doesn't. Turn them down, Jiyeon."

"Okay. Then I'll say it clearly tomorrow. Thank you, Doyun."

Something complicated had been sitting on her face; now she looked a little lighter. Seeing that, I felt relieved too.

After the call ended, I lay down at last to sleep. The moment I closed my eyes, ugly thoughts came crawling out. It wasn't only today.

"........."

What does Jiyeon think of me?

Today, again, she had helped me finish, and then ended the call without ever tending to her own desire.

She was still awkward at it, yet every time she tried some new kind of play on me. I, kept under Ejaculation Management, never showed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠any progress when we actually had sex. All I could do was rock my hips like a child and come almost at once.

Whenever that happened, Jiyeon would laugh—a bright, ringing laugh—and tell me it was fine. More and more, even after sex was over, she played with my dick. She would catch the softened thing and knead it idly while she looked at her phone, and when our eyes met she would smile. I was so exhausted afterward that I fell asleep still feeling her hands.

She must have climaxed once or twice herself. Even so, for someone who had just finished having sex, she was far too lively.

Looking back, Jiyeon had held the lead from the first moment to the last. Of course I knew she was doing it to satisfy me. I liked it, too.

And still, part of me was afraid. Afraid that it had started to feel natural—that once sex was over, I would be wrung out in her hand, and that this was simply how things were.

Afraid she would leave me, because I could never truly satisfy her. Afraid she would stop showing me that smiling face.

The anxiety had no bottom. My eyes flew open.

How am I supposed to shake this off?

......

...I have no idea.

In the single month since I first slept with Jiyeon, I had changed.

Right. Someday we would sit down and talk about it seriously. About a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠way for Jiyeon to be truly satisfied.

The thought eased me, and at last I was able to sleep.