Chapter 1 — Strange Fate - Part 1 (1)

I'd never bought a woman with money in my entire life.

Never been to a room salon, never gone for a second round…

And yet, life is strange.

Things you'd never expect end up happening.

Not long ago, I switched jobs.

The night before my transfer, my department's team leader said,

“Let's have one last dinner together.”

So I joined my coworkers for a farewell meal.

Around midnight, the dinner ended, and everyone started leaving. But the team leader grabbed my arm.

“Come on, just one more beer,” he said, pulling me—and another young employee around my age—along.

For the record, I barely drink, so I was hesitant. But he dragged us toward a room salon just down the alley, and my curiosity about a place I'd never been before made me follow obediently inside.

We settled into a small, cozy room when three hostesses walked in.

They lined up silently in front of us, standing still. I had no idea what they were waiting for.

Then the team leader said,

“If you don't like them, just ask to switch.”

Ah… so that was the selection time.

The woman in the middle was looking at me. She seemed a bit slender, but from her neck down to her calves, her lines were strikingly graceful.

“J-just… sit…” I stammered, awkwardly breaking the silence.

The moment I spoke, the woman who'd been watching me darted forward—literally in a flash—and sat right beside me.

Then she poured me a drink, leaning her body against mine.

Time passed. The team leader and the other guy, along with their partners, sang songs, danced the blues, slipped hands under clothes, caressed each other—having a wild time.

I just sat there, utterly out of place.

I don't drink much, I don't know many songs, and though she was a woman I'd technically paid for, I couldn't bring myself to treat her like one.

I wondered if she was bored out of her mind too.

Then she spoke.

“Big brother, you don't come to places like this much, do you?”

“Yeah.”

“You don't even want to touch me?”

...

Suddenly, she began slowly pulling up her skirt and climbed onto my lap.

Then, right in front of my crotch, she rubbed her panty-covered pussy against me as she poured my drink.

“Big brother, are you hard?”

I burst out laughing. Of course I was—I'd been hard since she sat down.

When I laughed, she laughed too, then downed my drink for me.

Just then, the team leader shouted loudly to the room:

“Hey! You guys going for a second round?”

But something funny happened.

“Oh, no, sir. We don't do second rounds.”

“What? What kind of bar doesn't do second rounds? You're just trying to get more money out of me~~~?”

“No, really. We don't do second rounds. Not even if you pay extra.”

“Then you should've said so from the start!”

“Well, you should've asked in the first place!”

The team leader, clearly annoyed, lit up a cigarette and kept puffing. The other guy just kept drinking.

As for me… I hadn't really wanted to go for a second round anyway, so I just went along with it.

Then suddenly, something ridiculous happened.

“I'll go for a second round with this big brother~~~!”

The woman on my lap, who'd been guzzling drinks with her skirt hiked up, declared it dramatically.

“???”

“Oh my… what's gotten into you?”

“I said, I'm going for a second round with this big brother tonight…”

“Big brother, you're going to make love with me tonight, right?”

“Yeah.”

Without hesitation, I said it—and pulled her close by the waist.

Then she kissed me.

Not a peck. She opened her mouth wide from the start, shoved her tongue into mine, and licked deep inside.

“Hey! You guys going too, right?”

The team leader shouted again, as if to prove a point.

The reply?

“No.”

Leaving the team leader cursing under his breath, everyone else left to pay. The other hostesses shot my partner a scornful look as they walked out.

The team leader, still sulking, turned to me.

“Fine, I paid—so at least you have some fun,” he said, and left.

Then, just the two of us, we walked out into the deep night, arms wrapped tightly around each other like long-lost lovers, searching for a motel.

“Big brother…”

“Hmm?”

“Do we have to leave soon?”

She sounded a little drunk, her tongue slightly thick.

“No. I have the day off tomorrow.”

“Then let's eat something and take our time making love…”

“Okay.”

We shared some street vendor fish cake soup, ate a hearty hangover stew, and didn't make it to the room until nearly dawn.

Once inside, I suddenly felt awkward.

I'd had my fill of love games with ex-lovers, but being in a room with someone I'd just met, someone I'd paid for—strange and unfamiliar.

But she wasn't hesitant at all.

The moment we entered, she unbuttoned her top—one button, then another.

A faint blue bra came into view. She quickly shrugged it off.

Her upper body, now bare, was beautifully shaped.

Her long, golden-dyed hair cascaded like waves over her breasts.

Her slender shoulders and arms stretched gracefully, and the curve of her movement made my cock throb painfully.

She kept peeling off her bra.

Tuk…

A strange, soft sound echoed as if something long restrained had sprung free—her breasts jiggled.

Just like she was alone in the room, she flung the bra aside and unzipped her skirt.

Tuk…

Now only sky-blue panties remained. She stood there, completely naked.

Her body, bare, was stunning.

Blood rushed to my face, to my cock, burning hot.

She picked up a towel, turned, and walked toward the bathroom.

“I'll go first.”

She left the door wide open and disappeared inside.

Her back view burned into my eyes.

A waist so delicate it looked like it might snap under pressure.

Hips neither too big nor too small—perfectly firm and supple.

Smooth thighs… a rare, elegant calf line… slender ankles…

Not a trace of sagging flesh anywhere.

Her stomach so smooth… how could someone this beautiful be doing this job? All kinds of thoughts swirled in my head.

I think she sat on the toilet.

Shhhhhhhhh… tinkle… drip… drip… splash…

She must not have any shame. Pissing so calmly, so freely…

A moment later, she came out.

“You go wash, big brother.”

“Okay…”

“You haven't even taken your clothes off. What were you doing?”

She smirked, teasing me.

I was still fully dressed, just as I'd walked in.

“Uh… yeah.”

I slowly shuffled toward the bathroom, still dressed.

Suddenly, she stepped close and grabbed my waist.

“You have to take your clothes off before going in.”

“Uh? I'll do it inside.”

“Aww…”

She laughed and let me go.

I hurried into the bathroom.

My angry cock twitched under the cold stream of water.

It wasn't particularly large or small—just an average cock.

But I last a long time. Strangely, I can hold out.

Once, I went full swing for one hour and thirty minutes without stopping.

Push-ups: 1,300. Pull-ups: 200. That was my stamina back in high school over ten years ago.

When I did that for one hour and thirty minutes, my girlfriend at the time couldn't walk straight the next day.

Even crazier—two minutes after I came, I flipped over and started again. I must've been insane back then.

The next day, she cried, saying her insides hurt. Since then, I've never gone my own way.

I stop when she says to. A good, obedient boy. Anyway…

I washed every nook and cranny like I was on a honeymoon, put my clothes back on, and came out.

She was lying face down on the bed—her panties off, completely naked.

Under the dim light, I looked down at her body.

Long, slender arms and neck. Delicate shoulders…

A waist so perfectly narrow it hurt to look at. And hips—so perfect they made my cock feel like it would burst just from seeing them…

I took off my clothes. Her soft, rhythmic breathing reached my ears.

I climbed onto the bed, looked down at her body once more, and gently caressed her.

She didn't move.

The sensation under my palms made my whole body tremble.

Her long golden hair scattered messily.

With my rough hands, I cupped her ass.

Firm, yet soft—rippling like waves.

She stayed still.

Something felt off.

“Hey…”

No response.

“Hey… Grace…”

Sss… sss…

She was asleep.

Suddenly, warmth spread through my chest, and I started to laugh.

I stroked her back, pulled the blanket over her, and lay down quietly beside her.

For some reason, Alphonse Daudet's novel The Star popped into my head.

Maybe I'm a little crazy. A fool.

Earlier, when we ate the hangover stew, she said she didn't drink well…

Guess it was true—she'd had too much and was exhausted.

Anyway… I'd just started to doze off…

When I felt a heavy weight and opened my eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the window—it must've been early morning.

She was on top of me, her bare chest pressing against mine, looking down at me.

“Big brother… did we do it earlier?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You fell asleep…”

“You fool…”

She smiled faintly and pulled me tightly into her arms.

“Don't wake me…”

“No… but I did get to touch your ass plenty…”

“Pretty?”

“Yeah.”

“How much?”

“Enough to drive me insane…”

“Want to do it now?”

Instead of answering, I pulled her tightly against me.

My cock had already been swollen to bursting even before I woke up.

She buried herself in my arms, breathing hot against my neck and ear.

“How long did we sleep?”

“Hmm… about three hours?”

“When you were sleeping, I pulled off the blanket and kissed your thing…”

“Huh…?”

No wonder my cock felt damp…

She took my cock in her hand and guided it to her pussy.

“I'll do it from the top.”

She positioned herself and sank down in one smooth motion.

“Huh…”

An exaggerated moan escaped her lips right from the start.

My lower abdomen felt the soft weight of her ass, her pussy gripping my cock.

Then she didn't move—just stayed still.

Staring straight down at my face.

I looked back at her.

Then she clenched her pussy.

Twitch…

Ah…

Without moving a muscle, she started squeezing my cock with her inner muscles.

Tight… then release…

“Big brother… can you feel it…?”

“Uh… yeah…”

“Thanks for not waking me and just letting me sleep…”

“Yeah.”

She slid off me, then pulled me on top.

“You do it now…”

I leaned over her and pushed deep into her body.

Slip…

Inside, she was already wet.

I started with full swings.

The sound of my pelvis slapping against her pussy echoed softly through the room.

Her moans were exaggerated, and it bothered me a little. But not just her voice—I could feel the fakeness in her movements too.

Still, I didn't care. I kept thrusting into her.

I lifted her legs, placed them over my shoulders, spread her wide, and pounded her from top to bottom without stopping.

In the bright morning light, her pale body tangled and twisted—it was electrifying.

I could feel my body responding slowly… but I didn't want to stop.

I decided to hold back.

Climbing over the edge… twenty minutes passed.

Sweat poured from my body. She looked up at me, still moaning.

“Grace… I want to do it from behind…”

“Big brother… are you… still… far…?”

She asked carefully, clearly exhausted.

“You're tired… should we stop?”

“No… no… big brother… finish it…”

Then she turned over.

Presenting her ass to me, her face buried in the pillow. In the bright morning light, she offered everything.

I placed my cock between her ass cheeks and pushed in all the way.

“Hmm…”

She twitched and moaned. Then I began ruthlessly digging into her.

Her exaggerated movements faded. She just reacted, worn out.

“Haa… hang… haa… haa… a… uhmm… mm… mm…”

Sweat from my chest dripped down past my belly, landing on her ass.

She was completely loose now, swaying with my every thrust.

Her mouth hung half-open, only gasps escaping.

Her eyes stayed tightly shut.

Ah… the second wave was coming. My lower abdomen tightened painfully.

But I wanted more.

I held back again. Pushed past the edge.

About thirty minutes from behind… she waved her hand weakly.

“O… hag… bbaa… ha… ha… eom… it's… too much… hup… ugh… stop… haa… please…”

I stopped instantly.

Before me, her ass cheeks tightly gripped my cock. I could see every tiny fold of her pussy.

“Are you tired?”

“Yeah… o… big brother… sor… ry… just… rest a bit…”

She gasped, barely able to speak.

“Rest?”

“Yeah… just a little…”

Her voice faded.

I think I understood.

She still smelled of alcohol… she must've been really exhausted.

And I'd been pounding her nonstop for about fifty minutes…

I pulled out and moved away.

“I'm sorry, big brother…”

“No… let's stop for today.”

“No… wait… just rest a bit… you haven't finished yet…”

“No, it's okay. I don't need to.”

“Really… are you sure?”

“Yeah…”

She crawled into my arms, drenched in sweat.

“Thank you, big brother… but you really last a long time…”

“Yeah… sorry… I really liked being with you, so I kept holding back…”

“Huh? You kept holding back?”

She smiled faintly and pinched my stomach.

“Should I suck you off?”

“No…”

Honestly, her face looked so worn out, I couldn't bear it. I told her it was fine.

She held me without a word.

“Big brother… give me your number.”

“000 000 0000.”

“Can I call you?”

“Yeah.”

“Next time, when I haven't been drinking… let's do it again.”

For a moment, I hesitated. Was she offering freely? Or was she expecting payment? Just…?

...

After that, we parted ways.

But my strange fate with her continued…