The Interview, Part 3
Click-clack. Click-clack.
I walked down the white corridor, trailing behind Ms. Park Dana, who moved ahead of me—the woman I'd been introduced to after signing my contract, dressed in a beige dress picked out with black lines.
The moment I said I would join the company, Team Leader Kim Manseok had pulled out the contract on the spot and made me sign it. My start date was set for two weeks out, since I'd need time to wrap things up at my current job.
While I signed the two-page salary agreement, a security pledge, and about ten documents in all, Ms. Youngmi masturbated with growing abandon. Her left hand had slipped inside her shirt to knead her breasts, and her right hand went beyond toying with her clitoris—she even pushed her fingers inside her pussy.
With a mature woman touching herself right there, amid the wet squelching and her moans, I never actually read any of the paperwork. I just signed wherever Team Leader Kim Manseok pointed.
As I signed the onboarding documents, he explained the company's confidentiality requirements, but I could barely make out a word over Ms. Youngmi's moans—I just kept nodding, answering, and signing.
Once he'd checked everything over, Team Leader Kim Manseok slipped a few of the papers into an envelope and handed it to me. Then he returned to his desk and typed on his keyboard, and Ms. Park Dana came in.
Introducing herself as part of BD Group's Support Headquarters, Dana said I would need body measurements and biometric registration, and that I should follow her.
Behind me, Team Leader Kim Manseok was hauling Ms. Youngmi to her feet, bending her over with her hands braced against the glass wall, and undoing his own trousers. I left all of that behind and followed Dana out of the room, up to the ninth floor.
In her towering high heels, Dana looked just about my height. Her dress fell a good four inches above her knees, and she wore pale peach stockings. Her hair hung down past her armpits, carrying a slight wave.
Her face was the textbook beauty: slender, with a broad forehead and a high nose bridge. From the first moment I'd seen her, she'd felt like someone I'd met somewhere before, though I couldn't quite place her. She looked to be in her mid-to-late twenties.
She wasn't skinny—there was a hint of toned muscle under her skin—but her height made her look willowy all the same.
Apart from the black lines, the beige dress had no ornamentation whatsoever, and it was cut to display every curve of her figure. Which was exactly why my eyes kept sliding to the sway of Dana's hips as she walked ahead of me.
It wasn't as large as Youngmi's, but the way Dana's ass jutted out had its own appeal.
And yet her figure wasn't what filled my head. What lingered was the last thing I'd seen on my way out of that room—the brown club. I'd only stolen a glance as Dana entered and I trailed out after her, but the enormous brown cock that had sprung free when Team Leader Kim Manseok pulled down his pants refused to leave my memory.
It had been a fleeting look, so I couldn't be certain, but it was the biggest cock I had ever seen in person—on par with any Western porn actor. And with the thought that mine might grow that big too, I walked along in a daze, trailing a woman whose body would normally have pinned my gaze to the point of no return.
Caught between that giant cock and the gorgeous beauty walking in front of me, I was in such a haze that I barely noticed Dana come to a stop in front of one of the rooms. She unlocked the door with her employee badge and stepped inside.
The room held a single table at the far end, topped with a computer and a cluster of devices wired together. One wall was lined with lockers about my height, with a door set beside them, while along the opposite wall sat a single-person bed with the hard, clinical look of a hospital bed.
Dana looked at me and spoke.
"Mr. Juhan, please change into a gown from one of the lockers for your body registration. You can put your clothes and belongings—underwear included—in the locker."
"Even my underwear?"
"Yes. Please put on nothing but the gown, over bare skin. There are slippers inside as well, so you can change into those."
With that, Dana went to the table at the back, sat down, and started working her mouse and keyboard. I stood there blankly for a moment before wandering over to the lockers and opening one.
Inside hung a single long white gown, along with a basket and some hangers. I checked the contents, then stole a glance toward Dana. She was paying me no attention, her eyes fixed on the monitor.
Scratching my head, I slowly began to undress. Changing clothes in the same room as a woman I'd only just met—a beautiful woman, at that—was awkward, but I didn't exactly have alternatives.
And after witnessing a complete stranger masturbating back in that office, I supposed I could make some sense of this situation too.
I took off my shoes and socks first and changed into the slippers, then stripped off my shirt and my pants and hung them on the hangers. With my hand resting on the last remaining piece of clothing, I turned my eyes for another quick glance at Dana.
She was still watching only the monitor.
Sigh...
Letting out a small breath, I quickly peeled off my underwear, tossed it into the locker, and hurriedly pulled out the gown. I tied its sash around my waist once and shut the locker door—just as Dana's voice reached me.
"Please have a seat here."
Keeping one hand on the gown to stop it from gaping open, I sat down on the round, backless stool in front of the table. My knees came together on instinct, and I gathered the fabric that had fallen open as I sat.
"First, we'll register your biometric information. Please place your right hand here."
Dana held out a flat, square black device that looked like a scanner, and I pressed my palm into the center of it. As the registration ran, she took my hand to adjust its position, and even that brief touch sent my heart racing.
Next came my irises and face, captured by a device connected to the computer, and then the veins on the backs of both my hands, scanned one side after the other.
Dana turned back to her monitor and started typing again. Feeling awkward, I let my eyes wander around the room once more, then asked carefully.
"Um... Ms. Dana, are you, um... that B-Class thing too?"
At my question, Dana looked up at me and answered.
"Yes, I'm a B-Class employee as well."
"Oh... I see."
Which means Dana does... those sorts of things too, just like Youngmi did?
"Your official start date is two weeks away, but you can consider yourself a member of Bakdalhoe as of today. Once you join, you'll go through roughly a month of probation."
"Since every Omniscient has a different ability, we'll assess yours during that period before assigning you to a department. Take Team Leader Kim Manseok, whom you just met—when he touches a person, he can see straight into their inner self. Through him, they can even tell whether someone has an ability at all."
"That's why you were assigned to the HR team."
Only then did it dawn on me why the handshake had been so firm, and held so long.
"During your probation period, I'll be assigned as your dedicated support staff."
"Dedicated?"
"Yes. I'll pass along everything you need to know about life at the company, administer your medication and monitor your physical condition—and as for your sexual urges, you can take care of those with me as well. If I don't suit your tastes, simply describe the type of woman you'd prefer, and I'll be replaced. Would you like a replacement?"
"Ah—no. No, I like you, Ms. Dana. But, um, didn't you mention Bakdalhoe just now? What exactly is Bakdalhoe?"
Dana slid her chair around so that she was facing me directly, then asked me.
"You didn't hear about it from Team Leader Kim Manseok?"
"Huh? I... think I heard something like that, actually..."
I felt like it had come up while I was signing all those sheets of paper, but the memory wouldn't surface. At the time, with Youngmi masturbating in full swing, her moans had drowned out every word out of Team Leader Kim's mouth.
"You'll learn the details during your probation, but let me give you the short version for now. Ah—and thank you for choosing me, by the way."
"Not at all. I should be thanking you. Please take care of me."
"Feel free to speak casually. You've signed the contract, so as of now you're as good as a member of the Society."
"Ah... yes—no, I mean, sure. Yeah."
"First, then—Bakdalhoe. It's an organization founded by the first Omniscients, who gathered together. As for why they chose the name Bakdalhoe, there are a number of theories, but I honestly don't know the real one."
"What is known is that during the age of modernization, Bakdalhoe foresaw the future and acted accordingly, transforming Joseon into the great nation we now call the Korean Empire. That same Bakdalhoe has continued, unbroken, down to this day."
"BD Group was created as Bakdalhoe's public face—a company for operating out in the open. Even Chairman Hwang Jicheon, our founding chairman, was a member of Bakdalhoe. From what I've heard, everything Bakdalhoe keeps hidden dwarfs everything it shows."
"They say there's nowhere in the world—not just within the Empire—its influence doesn't reach. Given time, you'll come to know far more about it than I do. You are an Omniscient, after all."
"Yeees..."
I hadn't followed every word, but I'd caught the gist, so I nodded along.
"I did say you could speak casually."
"Oh! Sorry. Got it."
"As for the classes—every organization under Bakdalhoe, BD Group included, sorts its members into five classes."
"The Omniscients are O-Class. That's you, Mr. Juhan. There's simply no comparing it to the others—everything that belongs to Bakdalhoe, BD Group and all, exists for the sake of O-Class. That's the way to think about it."
"Then there's B-Class, which exists to support O-Class. We handle whatever it takes to keep O-Class members' lives running smoothly. Naturally, that includes taking care of their sexual needs. B-Class is, at the very least, a class that knows a fair amount about Bakdalhoe."
"C-Class employees are the ones who handle ordinary business. They typically have only partial knowledge of Bakdalhoe. Security and IT staff belong here too. In company terms, think of them as your standard full-time employees."
"Next is E-Class—people who are hired knowing almost nothing about Bakdalhoe. Mostly short-term contract workers; most employees of subcontractors and subsidiaries fall under this class as well."
"And the last one, S-Class, is what you'd call part-timers. Their job is mainly to attend to the Omniscients, and most of them have day jobs of their own. College students, housewives, celebrities, athletes, people who work elsewhere—even civil servants and schoolteachers. Bakdalhoe manages them, but some of them never even learn that they're being managed."
"The easiest way to think of them is as contract prostitutes of a sort. Some S-Class women go on to become B-Class, and some B-Class women end up as S-Class."
It had been a long explanation, but somewhere between the phrase taking care of their sexual needs partway through and, at the very end, the word prostitutes, it dawned on me that this was no ordinary organization.
"You'll come to understand it all little by little, and you'll adjust faster than you think. Now, you've had some time to settle down—could you stand up for me?"
Dana rose from her chair and came around toward me. I didn't quite grasp what she meant, but when she got up and rounded the table in my direction, I stood up on reflex.
A small measuring tape was pinched in her left hand. She came right up to me and, with complete ease, undid the sash holding my gown closed.
"Uh... um, no, I... right now..."
Too flustered to stop her, my hands frozen in midair with no idea what to do, I watched as Dana crouched down and pulled the gown wide open. And just like that, my cock was hanging directly in front of her face.
During the interview it had been swollen to its fullest possible size, but somewhere between the walk over, the change of clothes, and all that talking, it had shrunk back down. Dana studied my cock for a moment, swept the pubic hair aside with her fingers, gripped my shaft, and ran the measuring tape along its length.
"A little over an inch and a half. This is your normal state, I take it?"
"Huh? Uh... well... um, that's..."
Without giving me a chance to answer, Dana took hold of my cock, turned it this way and that for a closer look, and even gave it a little tug. Her hand—slightly cool, but unmistakably a woman's soft hand—fumbled around my shaft, and blood began pooling into it, little by little.
"You've had a circumcision, but your foreskin is fairly thick—it's covering your glans."
Dana drew the foreskin back, baring the glans that had been hidden beneath it.
"Yeah. Even when I had the surgery, the doctor said my foreskin grew way too much and I absolutely needed it done."
I'd never been circumcised as a child; that was what the doctor had told me when I finally visited a hospital before enlisting in the army. The verdict—that a foreskin no one had ever laid eyes on had grown too long and would need to be surgically removed—was something I had never once spoken aloud to another person. And here I was, volunteering it to a woman, of all people. That was how far gone my mind was.
Dana examined my glans, peeled the foreskin back for a closer look, then brought her nose right up to it and took a sniff.
"Hmm. You seem to wash well. It smells good. That's exactly the cock smell I like."
At her words I glanced down—and my eyes locked with Dana's as she looked up at me, smiling. I flinched, jerked my head back up, and fixed my gaze on the ceiling. My cock was already half hard without my noticing. Dana kneaded my balls in her palm as she spoke.
"Then, next, we'll need to collect a semen sample—so would you lie down on the bed for me?"