Chapter 1 — Brother! Next Time During the Day

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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Life rarely goes the way you want it.

I gave in to the persistent calls from a client and agreed to meet.

After finishing work, not wanting to go home alone, I went with three colleagues to a small private bar—the arranged meeting spot.

By the time we arrived, it was already late, and the surrounding nightlife districts were flashing with neon.

We climbed up to a slightly run-down three-story building, and the moment we stepped inside, music and singing assaulted my ears.

Opening the door, I saw the client's boss was already there. Soon after, side dishes, beer, and hard liquor were brought in.

Three hostesses entered as well.

They looked like middle-aged women, yet were called "girls"—I wasn't sure what to make of them. One had a slender figure and long hair that gave off a strangely sexy vibe.

Out of basic courtesy, I asked the madam to let us have one round first before calling the girls back in.

My assigned girl had long hair and was slim—probably around 50kg. She looked exactly like a popular K-pop idol.

The one assigned to my colleague across the table was slightly plump, with large breasts. The third girl was fairly slim too.

Looking back, I regret not choosing the one with big breasts.

Anyway, I told myself it was free anyway, so why not enjoy it—though part of me knew I really shouldn't, I kept drinking hard liquor and got completely drunk.

We each sang a song to start, then after that, everyone kept picking blues songs one after another.

As the alcohol kicked in, men's true natures slowly began to show.

Hands slipped under skirts, people hugged tightly and ground against each other.

When the other girl passed in front of me, she'd playfully lift her skirt, teasing "Ice kekei!," and sometimes slide her hand under her skirt, openly grabbing her hips with both hands.

Each time, she'd scream, "Aaah! Why are you doing that, Daniel?"

The panties I glimpsed under her skirt were completely ordinary. I was disappointed. I'd been hoping for something sexier…

After enough drinking, we sent the girls out for a moment—wolf pack meeting time.

We were deciding whether to go for a second round. Ah, I thought, so this is what sexual bribery really looks like.

A short while later, the girls came back in. I was pretty drunk by then, and since my assigned girl was the one I'd first liked, I made my choice.

We were led through a winding path—same building or next door, I couldn't tell—up to a motel room.

My partner, professional as ever, said:

"Daniel, we just met, so it's awkward to talk about everything… but when a man and woman share a body, they get closer, and can really talk about life.
I'll go wash first. My hair's hard to dry, so I'll just quickly wash the bottom part." And she went into the bathroom.

Like a country bumpkin who didn't know any better, I grunted "Uh huh," and followed her into the bathroom.

I was startled for a moment.

I suppressed my pounding heart. What the hell is that? Could she have some disease? If I mess up once, it could ruin my whole life. I worried quietly.

Her outer labia stuck out so much—about 2 cm—exactly like a rooster's comb.

"Hey, clean it properly!" I said, and while she was soaping up, I casually reached out and touched her slit.

Fucking hell. I thought, no wonder—it's been sucked so much it's numb.

She led me to the bed and laid me down.

Grabbing my cock, she pretended to suck it, but barely used her mouth. Instead, she jerked me off fiercely with her hand, almost painfully.

My cock was warm, but still wouldn't get fully hard.

I laid her down instead.

Like a naive bumpkin, I earnestly started sucking her rooster-comb slit.

I supported her ass with both hands—her body felt surprisingly light.

I buried my face between her legs, sucking her like biting into a watermelon, enthusiastically devouring her.

I moved my hand up to massage her breasts, but her nipples suddenly felt extremely hard.

At that moment, she pushed my hand away, guiding it back down under her ass.

She didn't want me touching her breasts. Strange, I thought, but kept sucking her slit anyway.

As she got slightly aroused, she lifted her hips and twisted her body.

Now! I thought, put on a condom, and tried to enter her—but it wouldn't go in.

I'd heard other guys say the girl usually puts on the condom, but I'd rushed it myself, so it looked ridiculous.

The hole was too small. The entrance felt stiff—this was the first time I'd encountered a pussy like this.

I hadn't slept with that many women, but still… it wasn't just that the opening was small—nothing was working.

Maybe my cock wasn't fully hard yet. Either way, it just wouldn't go in.

Finally, I turned her over and managed to enter from behind. I moved a little, but it still didn't feel right at all.

I'd technically penetrated her, but not the way I wanted. It was truly humiliating.

Fucking hell. Thinking about how I'd paid good money and couldn't thrust freely with my cock, I wanted at least to shove my fingers in and make up for it.

I was just about to put the condom on my middle finger and start probing her when she said, "We've played for an hour already. I have to go back to work," and started gathering her clothes.

"Come on, Daniel, really? Was it good?" I asked, swallowing my shame—after all, I was a man.

"Yeah, it really was good."

"You come, you know when a woman's wet? You don't know much about women, do you?" she shot back.

"I only have two daughters. The older one's in fourth grade, the younger in second."

Ah, fuck. You're kidding me!!! I cursed inwardly. All this fuss, and she's a married woman?

That girl across the table with the big tits looked like a real hostess. Fucking hell. I wish I'd at least gotten to grope and suck those tits properly.

From the start, I'd gone straight for her pussy and never even dreamed of soft, tender breasts.

Now that I think about it, her breasts probably weren't real. No wonder she kept blocking my hands.

Ah, the fish that got away always looks bigger. Tsk tsk.

Still, she said, "Daniel, let's do this again sometime. Next time, let's meet during the day—we'll have more time. Give me your card," offering a parting word of comfort.

Fucking hell. Only someone's never had real sex thinks he's a pro. I gave her a silent middle finger behind her back.

I let her leave first, then took a shower with a lonely heart.

Ah… so damn embarrassing.

In the taxi on my way home at dawn, I couldn't shake the bitter feeling.

The next day, I worked at the office as if nothing had happened. After work, drinking with neighbors, the world seemed unchanged—but I felt different.

How should I put it? Like how a man and woman feel after losing their virginity?

Sitting there talking with women, acting as if nothing had happened after my first blowjob… it felt strange.

What was it? Like I'd conquered the world?

I felt like I wouldn't lose to anyone else anymore.

"Have you ever cheated? Ever had an affair? Ever slept with another woman?"

I've heard in some places, some fathers send their sons to brothels to build confidence—to make them real men.

Now I was a full-grown black wolf. All I could do was laugh bitterly.