Day 1 of Probation - 4: A Date with Dana
Dana straightened up in her seat and turned back toward the wheel.
"It's just about lunchtime. Is there anything you'd like to eat?"
At her question, I almost blurted out Dana. I caught myself, and the moment I actually tried to think about food, yesterday's alcohol came surging back up my throat.
"Mmm~. Anything's fine as long as it's not greasy."
"Ah~ then let's go get bean sprout hangover soup. There's a great place near where you'll be moving. Please fasten your seatbelt. Here we go~"
While we drove, Dana filled in a few more details.
"Since the drug has been administered, you'll feel desire constantly from now on."
"Just like that? Right away?"
"As Jin-gyeong said, it might take a little while before you actually feel it. It varies from person to person. But from now on, you won't feel much fatigue even after sex. If anything, they say it actually boosts your vitality."
"Really?"
"You'll find out soon enough. That's why I'll usually be right there beside you, but if I'm ever away, you can summon nearby B-Class or S-Class staff through BD-LINK. Just use the nearby search function. Although if they belong to another farm, you may not be able to call them."
"Uh, yeah."
"Other than that, whenever you want to relieve yourself, just use the Hole-Finder app on your phone. Why don't you go ahead and open it? And you can stop playing with my panties now, by the way."
"Huh? Oh... right."
I slipped Dana's panties, which I'd been clutching in my right hand this entire time, into my pocket, then found the app she'd mentioned and launched it.
"Have you heard of this app before? I hear it's quite popular among men."
"No. Isn't this supposed to be a company-exclusive app?"
"Yes. Think of it as an app for managing S-Class candidates. As far as the outside world knows, it has nothing to do with us. Most people don't even realize the women displayed on it are connected to us."
"Really? So it's basically just a prostitution app, then."
"Exactly. Open it up and you should already be logged in. Your membership tier is Gold, right?"
I opened the app and checked my profile — sure enough, just as Dana said, I was a Gold member.
"Yeah. Gold."
"Apparently your tier determines how many women you can choose from and where you sit in the priority queue. Bronze members can only pick one woman a day, and the more intense ones are hard to book — that kind of thing. You're Gold, so you don't need to worry about any of that. Usage fees are waived for you, too. From what I hear, a Bronze annual membership alone costs ten thousand hwan."
"Ten thousand hwan?? For a hookup app...?"
In Daehan, prostitution wasn't legal — but it wasn't illegal, either. The current official position was that "in accordance with the principle that sexual autonomy belongs to the individual, the state does not interfere with private choices." Of course, there were still people arguing it should be criminalized and punished, and there had been attempts to legislate against it, but none had ever passed.
I'd lost my own virginity on military leave, at a red-light district my friends dragged me to. When a second round in the room could be settled for less than a hundred hwan, I had no idea people were out there paying ten thousand for an app.
"You'll understand once you look at it."
Following Dana's advice, I used the app — and just like a map application, it displayed the area around me. The only difference was that women's face photos floated across the map. When I tapped one, her information and pictures popped up immediately.
I zoomed out a little, and even more women appeared.
"What do you think? Different, right? I hear the secret to its popularity is that you can pick an ordinary woman and meet her yourself. Oh — and don't worry too much about STIs. The women on the app get regular checkups, and male members have to submit medical certificates when they sign up."
Just as Dana said, the women on the app ran the whole gamut — college freshmen, office workers, housewives — every age bracket and every style. There were even foreigners.
"Seriously, what the hell kind of company is this?"
Shocked, my inner thought slipped right out of my mouth.
"To be precise, you should say Bakdalhoe. You'll come to understand it slowly, but the BD Group you joined is one part of Bakdalhoe's day. The organization that runs Hole-Finder is Bakdalhoe's Baekya. And from what I know, Bakdalhoe's hidden night is far, far bigger than any of it."
"What the..."
Confused by words I couldn't begin to parse, I just gaped — but Dana continued without a flicker of change in her expression.
"You'll learn the details in due time. Once your probation is over, where within Bakdalhoe you'll be assigned will be decided according to your abilities. Though no matter where you end up, on the surface you'll still be a BD Group employee."
"Does that mean I might end up doing something illegal?"
"It's not as simple as you'd think. I can't promise you'll never touch anything illegal — but the Omniscients' abilities are already a kind of cheat, after all. For example, trading stocks on insider knowledge of price movements is a crime, but we know those things through the Omniscients' power, and we trade on them."
"Ah~. Huh. When you put it that way, I guess so."
"First things first — verifying your abilities comes before all that. Save the worries for later and let's get you fed. We're here."
The car turned into an alley in Gangnam, Seoul, and slid skillfully into an empty spot in a paid parking lot.
Once out of the car, Dana naturally took up position at my side and looped her arm through mine. Thanks to her thin t-shirt, I could feel the soft weight of her chest pressing against my arm. Any anxiety about the company I'd joined had long since been blown away by the beauty walking beside me.
The Jeonju bean sprout soup house Dana took me to was a clean, tidy little place. No private rooms, but the partitions were tall enough that each table felt sealed off. From our seats, there was no need to worry about anyone else's eyes.
The moment I sat down, Dana settled naturally into the spot beside me. It wasn't a separate chair but a two-seater bench, so she pressed right up against me. Then she whispered into my ear.
"Feel free to touch."
With that, she placed my left hand on her thigh. The instant I registered the smooth texture of her leggings and the flesh beneath them — firm yet springy — a server came toward us. I yanked my hand back and snatched up the menu.
But even while the server took our order, Dana's hand kept wandering over my thigh, toying with my inner leg above my pants. We ordered two bean sprout soups and one buckwheat pancake. As soon as the server walked away, Dana whispered to me again.
"People pay a lot less attention to each other than you'd think."
The server returned right away with our side dishes and a bottle of moju, a sweet rice wine.
Taking a sip of it, I asked Dana a question.
"So how did you end up joining this company?"
Setting down her glass, Dana gave me a bright little smile.
"You were curious about that? It's simpler than you'd think. The company I used to be at belonged to Bakdalhoe."
"Huh? They've even branched into entertainment?"
"I'd say there isn't a corner of Daehan that Bakdalhoe's influence doesn't reach."
"So were you, uh... B-Class from the very beginning?"
"Not at all. I didn't know either, back when I was a trainee. In my case, I came in near the end of my active career. It varies from person to person, I suppose. If someone has no chance of becoming one of us, they won't even make the attempt — so you can assume that anyone who doesn't know simply never will."
"Ah~. Then..."
My attempt to keep the questions coming died when the ajumma arrived with our soup.
As we started eating, Dana took her hand off my thigh. She was sitting on my left, so eating with my right hand was only natural. Instead, it was my left hand that came to rest on Dana's thigh for the rest of the meal. I kneaded the softness of her leggings and the resilient give of her thighs without pause.
We kept talking over our food.
"So... could you even, uh... meet active celebrities?"
Dana stopped mid-bite and turned her body to face me.
"Am I not enough for you, then?"
"Gahk— no, that's not... I was just curious. I'm absolutely not saying you're not enough..."
Watching me choke on my food and cough out excuses, Dana laughed, pulled a napkin from the dispenser, and wiped my mouth for me.
"I'm teasing. I told you, remember? Whatever you want, just go ahead and do it. Hmm~ I don't know all the ins and outs myself, but women under our management would be doable — top-tier celebrities, though, would be tough. It comes down to grade and money, and you'll learn about all that later. The competition is brutal. Let's just say it's possible, depending on your abilities."
"Ah~. Yeah."
As I worked through the buckwheat pancake that followed, I asked the question I'd been curious about but hadn't quite dared to voice.
"I don't even know if I'm allowed to ask this sort of thing..."
Picking up a piece of pancake herself, Dana answered:
"Anything goes."
"That day at the interview, Youngmi mentioned something called a clit ring. What is it, exactly? Do you have one too?"
"Pfft~"
Dana set her spoon back down in the stone pot and answered in a voice like a whisper against my ear.
"It's nothing special. It's a ring that keeps the clit permanently erect and out in the open. They're custom-made, so the size and shape differ a little from woman to woman, and sometimes a piercing or a procedure is required. Of course I have one. You'd have noticed it already, surely."
As she spoke, Dana hooked her left hand into her leggings and panties and drew them down between her thighs. The leggings were stretchy enough to give way completely. Then, with the index and middle fingers of her right hand, she tugged the little device embedded in her pussy partway out, and pressed beneath her clit with her thumb until it popped forward.
And there it was — a small golden ring clasped around the base of Dana's clit.
"See it? Once you're on the drug, your clit grows bigger and more sensitive, so even without this you'd stay in a constant state of heat — but because of this, it sticks out even further and gets stimulated nonstop, so I end up dripping pussy juice everywhere I go. Which means I can take a cock anytime, anywhere. Go ahead, you can touch it."
I turned my body toward Dana and carefully brought my right index finger to the ring. The moment my fingertip so much as brushed it—
"Ah~"
Dana let out a soft moan right against my ear. With my finger resting there, I looked closely at her sex and saw it — thin, threadlike strands of her arousal stretching between the device and her pussy.
The instant I saw that fluid, I was suddenly seized by the urge to drink her juices down. My eyes landed on the buckwheat pancake sitting on the table.
"Hold on a second."
When I pulled my hand away, Dana's left hand moved to tug her leggings back up — I caught it with mine and stopped her, then picked up a piece of the pancake with my right hand and pressed it straight against her pussy.
"What are you—? Ah! Ahang~."
I wedged the pancake between the device and her sex and rubbed it around thoroughly.
"Aang~ Ah~."
Once it was good and coated, I lifted the pancake back out. I gazed at the piece, damp and glistening with her juices, for a moment — then put it in my mouth.
"You could have warned me first — you startled me. So? How is the pancake dipped in my pussy juice?"
Honestly, I couldn't really taste the juice itself. But the mere fact that her pussy had been used as a sauce set my blood on fire, and the pancake tasted better for it.
"Mm. It's delicious."
"Shall I keep dipping them in my juices for you, then?"
"No. If we go any further, I'm going to pin you down right here."
"Heh. True — sex here would be pushing it. Do bear with it a little longer."
Dana straightened her leggings back into place, and I pressed my aching cock down with one hand, doing my best to focus on the soup.
I wolfed the rest of mine down; by the time I finished, Dana had set her spoon aside with about half of hers still left.
"If you're all done, shall we get going?"
"Uh. Yeah."
I got up from my seat and headed for the counter, pulling out my wallet to pay — but Dana lightly caught my hand.
"I brought the corporate card."
With that, Dana settled the bill, looped her arm through mine as naturally as breathing, and we stepped outside.
We were walking back to where the car was parked when she spoke up.
"Shall we catch a movie?"
"A movie?"
The unexpected question threw me off for a beat. When I hesitated — it wasn't what I wanted, and it certainly wasn't what my cock wanted — Dana smiled and said:
"The moving preparations aren't finished yet, so we've got time to spare. You don't want to?"
"No. Sure, let's do it."
"I'll pick the movie, then."
"Fine by me. Anything works."