“Change here. You can’t put it on alone.”
Was it even clothing if you couldn’t put it on yourself? Jiwon felt deeply ashamed at the thought of changing in front of a stranger. But seeing Lee Jak’s indifference made him wonder if he was the one in the wrong.
He began unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time. Lee Jak, who had been working on his tablet, set it down and openly watched Jiwon undress.
Jiwon couldn’t stand the way Lee Jak stared. His fingers trembled, fumbling with the buttons. Just as he was about to give up, Lee Jak spoke gently,
“Need help?”
“N-no, I’m fine…”
“You’ll be at it all night at this rate.”
Without waiting for an answer, Lee Jak stood and moved in front of Jiwon. Jiwon lowered his head. He could see Lee Jak’s chest. He took a deep breath.
Lee Jak reached out and undid the remaining buttons. Jiwon cursed himself for thoughtlessly grabbing a button-up shirt that morning. All he wanted was for this to be over quickly, but Lee Jak kept making casual remarks in a detached tone.
“Your skin is pale, even underneath. It looks like it would mark easily.”
“What…?”
“Same color as your lips.”
What was the same? Jiwon couldn’t figure it out. He could only back away from Lee Jak, who took another step forward.
“I—I’ll take off my pants myself!”
“Fine.”
Jiwon quickly removed his pants. His black-and-white striped underwear felt embarrassingly exposed. As he reached for the clothes on the table, Lee Jak picked them up and said,
“Take off your underwear, too.”
“Even my underwear? What—”
This was… not just a little, but very strange. Did it really have to go this far?
“Sleeping in underwear disrupts blood circulation. You can’t afford to be sick—you’re meant to bring happiness to many people.”
Strangely, Jiwon found it hard to argue. Reluctantly, he removed his underwear, covering his groin with his hands—though it did little good.
“Hold out your arms. I’ll dress you.”
He had no choice. He let go of his groin and spread his arms. The soft fabric draped over his body—but it was so sheer, his nakedness was still visible.
Jiwon focused on his debt. Roughly, in five years, he could endure this and pay it all off. Five years—1,825 days. He could handle it. He had to. He kept cheering himself on.
After fastening the clasp around his neck, the process was complete. It was useless, absurd clothing. Tomorrow, I’ll wear my own sleepwear, he thought. Just one night wouldn’t hurt.
He opened the bedroom door, expecting Lee Jak to leave, but instead, he followed inside.
“I’m going to sleep now…”
“Tomorrow morning, you’ll meet the followers for the first time.”
Lee Jak operated the tablet, pulling up an image file and handing it to Jiwon. Jiwon took it—and froze. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
“This… what is this?”
“What you’ll be doing tomorrow as the leader.”
The photo showed a packed auditorium. At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but a close-up of the stage was unsettling. His uncle sat on the stage, legs spread, with another man between them. There wasn’t much to imagine about what was happening. Jiwon’s voice trembled as he prayed it wasn’t what he thought.
“This… this isn’t real, right? It’s not…?”
“The leader’s happiness is our happiness. It’s only natural.”
“This is… that, right? That thing…”
“Oral sex.”
“Y-you mean… really?”
“Or fellatio. Some call it that.”
Jiwon’s legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the bed, the tablet slipping from his hands.
“I can’t do this. This isn’t right.”
“You must.”
“I can’t!”
Lee Jak’s firm tone made Jiwon snap. Lee Jak sighed.
“What’s the problem? It’s not like you’re giving oral—someone else is. Doesn’t that sound pleasant? Oral sex.”
“I—I’ve never done it before!”
He’d never even dated a woman. Jiwon clapped a hand over his mouth, but the words were already out. Lee Jak looked almost pitying.
“You’ll enjoy it. Many followers are waiting for it—the moment they suck your cock. That happiness leads to greater happiness.”
Jiwon didn’t understand. He wasn’t happy at all. Right now, he just wanted to go back to his red-notice-covered home. He’d come all this way for nothing, just to hear this nonsense. Tears welled in his eyes.
Lee Jak knelt in front of him.
“Leader.”
“…Yes.”
“You’ll be happy.”
“It’s impossible.”
Lee Jak’s firm words felt almost comforting. Jiwon shook his head. Lee Jak reached out and parted the layers of Jiwon’s sheer sleepwear, exposing his genitals. Jiwon flinched, trying to push Lee Jak’s hand away, but it was no use.
“Let’s practice.”
“Lee Jak!”
“Soft… cute.”
Lee Jak wrapped his hand around Jiwon’s penis, gently stroking it before lightly biting the tip and licking it with his tongue.
“S-stop… please…”
“Doesn’t it feel good? Your cock is enjoying it.”
“I—I don’t want to hear that…”
He wanted to say stop, but the words dissolved inside him. Just as Lee Jak said, it did feel good. But he didn’t want to admit it. Lee Jak skillfully licked up the shaft from the base.
The exposed flesh itself was lewd, but the sight of Lee Jak sucking it was even more obscene. His red tongue wrapped around the penis, the tiny bumps on his tongue scraping against the sensitive skin with every lick.
“Nn…”
A moan escaped him. Lee Jak smiled faintly. Jiwon finally squeezed his eyes shut. With even the slightest stimulation, he climaxed, and Lee Jak casually spat into his palm before wiping it with a handkerchief.
He’d let a man he’d just met suck his cock. Every part of that sentence was unbelievable. Jiwon’s face burned with shame and pleasure. His breath came fast, his heart pounding. He covered his face, but Lee Jak pulled his hand away.
“N-no…”
“See? I told you you’d like it.”
Lee Jak watched Jiwon’s face crumble with shame. His fair, delicate features were streaked with tears. It was a beautiful sight. Satisfying.
That night, Jiwon spent what felt like no time sleeping. But morning came, and Lee Jak returned, pulling Jiwon from the bed and onto the sofa. Exhausted from lack of sleep, Jiwon’s mind was foggy, but Lee Jak didn’t seem to care.
Lee Jak handed him a thick contract. “Since there’s no seal, press your fingerprint,” he said, pushing an ink pad toward Jiwon. Like most Koreans, Jiwon was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of text.
Urged by Lee Jak, Jiwon began stamping his fingerprint without even reading the contract properly.
“Press here, too.”
“Yes…”
Why were there so many places to stamp? Jiwon mechanically moved his finger. After finishing the fingerprinting on the nearly hundred-page contract, he slumped onto the sofa, his flimsy sleepwear in disarray.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
