Education
After their first meeting, Jiwon passed out, exhausted. The sun rose and set without him noticing, his mind too overwhelmed to process anything. He only woke the following morning.
Stepping carefully out of the bedroom—mindful not to trip on his clothes—he found Lee Jak waiting for him.
“Would you like breakfast?”
Jak’s voice was smooth, his smile effortless, as if nothing unusual had happened. It was the kind of smile that could stir an appetite in anyone. But Jiwon wasn’t fooled. He shook his head.
“Then I’ll prepare something light. After you eat, there’s training scheduled. Change into the clothes I’ll bring you.”
Jiwon nodded. His voice was still thick with sleep, and he didn’t feel like speaking. Jak left to fetch the clothes and food, and Jiwon retreated back into the bedroom, wrapping himself in the blanket. His cock, sore from the previous night’s relentless attention, still stung. The pain was a cruel reminder: last night hadn’t been a dream or a delusion. It had been real.
At least let me wear decent clothes, Jiwon thought, opening his suitcase. But it was empty. Everything he’d packed was gone.
“Your clothes are being laundered.”
Jak had returned without a sound, answering Jiwon’s unspoken question. Jiwon stared at him blankly.
“I’ll leave your clothes here. Change and come out.”
This time, the clothes seemed manageable—something he could put on by himself. Jiwon took them with a sigh. He was already sick of the strange outfits. Fortunately, these were simple: a white shirt, gray checkered pants, and a cardigan. He dressed quickly, but the thin fabric of the shirt revealed his nipples. Flustered, he buttoned the cardigan up to his neck, hiding everything.
When he stepped out, Jak was sitting on the sofa as before. The table held a glass of milk, a sandwich, and cookies. Jiwon sat across from him, and Jak set down the tablet he’d been reading. Jiwon’s throat was dry; he took a sip of milk.
“What I’m about to tell you is confidential. You must never repeat it to anyone.”
Jak’s voice was low, compelling. Jiwon found himself nodding without thinking.
“Are you interested in religion?”
“No, not at all…”
“Then I’ll summarize it simply. Since you’ve suddenly become the leader of Land of Happiness, there’s a lot you need to know.”
Jak’s explanation, in short:
Humans seek peace and comfort through religion. The ultimate goal is happiness, one of the most precious values in life. But how does one achieve happiness? After much contemplation and collective reflection, they found an answer:
“Sex.”
Jiwon blinked.
“People will do—and have done—far more for sexual excitement than you’d imagine. No great civilization has survived without sex. Procreation, after all.”
It made a twisted kind of sense. Jiwon nodded vaguely, and Jak continued.
“But if happiness were just about having sex, religion would be meaningless. We’ve confirmed that our followers can only achieve true happiness through sexual contact with the leader. We’ve built our doctrine around sharing that opportunity with them.”
“So… I’m supposed to be a god?”
“Yes.”
Jak’s answer was firm. Jiwon was speechless.
“The Land of Happiness operates on a strict, calculated ranking system. Donations are crucial for advancement or maintaining status. The people who sucked your cock yesterday were all top-tier members. Even entering that hall requires a significant donation.”
“And me…?”
“Think of yourself as the first-prize item in a shooting gallery—always there, but no one ever wins you.”
Jiwon fell silent.
“After yesterday’s introduction, many followers donated enormous sums to reach the top tier. The highest in history, in fact. Probably because the Night of Grace is approaching.”
Jiwon’s face paled.
“Oh, and don’t worry about the money. It’ll be deposited into your account on the 10th of next month, based on the final day’s tally. In short, we set you up as the ultimate sexual fantasy, use sexual contact as an excuse, and profit from donations.”
Jak tapped on the tablet, pulling up an organizational chart. He pointed to the icon at the very top.
“This is the parent company and the root of all our religions: Mother’s Land. We’re a kind of religious corporation. Our goal is to create new religious concepts based on Mother’s Land and target specific demographics for profit.”
“So Land of Happiness is…?”
“Exactly. It’s designed for men in their 30s and 40s. We’re lucky you came along. We didn’t have a suitable candidate.”
Jiwon’s head spun. He blinked, struggling to accept reality.
“So you can’t leave until a replacement is found.”
“Ah…”
“Fortunate for us, unfortunate for you.”
Jak said it without a trace of a smile. Jiwon instinctively understood: he meant every word.
“Let’s stop here for today. There’s more for you to do later.”
“Wait, more? I thought the training was over.”
“Theoretical training is done. Now it’s time for practical.”
The door opened, and someone wheeled in a cart. Jiwon’s stomach twisted at the thought of what might be inside. The person left the cart and disappeared, leaving Jak to rummage through it.
“I picked something I thought you’d like. I hope it suits you.”
Jiwon shot to his feet, ready to flee back to the bedroom. But he froze—what if they thought he wanted to do it on the bed? Jak approached with a smile, slipping his hand under the cardigan and stripping it off in one motion. The white shirt underneath was exposed. Jak pressed his index and middle fingers together, tracing and pressing down on Jiwon’s nipple through the fabric.
“Your nipples are such a pretty color. This kind of shirt really suits you.”
“Lee Jak, I’m not gay…”
“It’s fine. Think of it as work. You’re still in training, after all.”
The loose pants were yanked down in one motion. Jiwon’s cock, still red and tender from the previous night’s friction, was exposed. Jak nudged Jiwon’s shoulder, and he fell back onto the sofa. Jak stripped off the pants completely and climbed on top of him.
“You can exchange talents for rewards. Want to see?”
Jak held up a thick, black dildo. Jiwon shook his head, but Jak ignored him.
“This is a 1,000-talent reward. If someone saves up 1,000 talents, they can use this on your hole.”
“Stop…”
“Imagine how hard those people yesterday must have worked to earn that. Truly impressive.”
Jiwon’s face drained of color. He felt like crying. What am I even supposed to be? Why do they want to suck my cock?
“Now, let’s practice.”
“What?”
“You need to learn how to use your hole.”
Jiwon’s mind went blank. Hole? What hole? Before he could process it, Jak explained gently, as if reading his thoughts.
“Your back hole. Right here.”
Jak’s finger traced the spot below Jiwon’s cock, past the perineum. The cool touch sent shivers down Jiwon’s spine.
“H-here? How am I supposed to put that in there?”
“Seems impossible, right? It’s not. Surprisingly.”
Jak took a small packet from the cart and tore it open—a finger cot. He slipped it onto his long, knuckled finger, then grabbed a small bottle from the cart.
“This is a lubricated type, but since it’s your first time, I’ll be considerate.”
The bottle contained lube. The clear, glossy gel coated Jak’s finger. He set the dildo aside, grabbed Jiwon’s thighs, and spread them apart. Even though he’d spread his legs in front of so many people yesterday, Jak’s cold, penetrating gaze made him feel even more exposed.
“Your hole is a pretty color, too.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
