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The line rings three times before it connects, filling with the high-pitched voice of a woman. “Thank you for contacting Kitty Konnect, Seoul’s premier service for hybrid companionship. Please wait on the line for the next representative.”
Jisung should probably feel more embarrassed about this. What other mid-twenties businessmen are paying for the company of hybrids? Probably not many, but he couldn’t get the idea out of his head after seeing an advertisement plastered to the side of his screen as he perused for something to watch the night before. He’d quickly created an account, but they still hadn’t verified him to look any further. It’s starting to get colder out, and his bed feels frigid without any company each night. Enough to drive him here; the point of contacting a hybrid sugar baby service.
A dial tone pulls his attention back to the phone. “Kitty Konnect, this is Dahae speaking. How may I help you?”
Jisung swallows thickly, willing his voice to remain calm and even. “Hello. I applied yesterday, but I’m still not verified?” He must seem so desperate to actually call and inquire about his account status.
Dahae must agree because she lightly giggles before answering, “Of course, may I have your name, sir?”
“Han Jisung,” he quickly replies.
There’s a muted sound of typing on the other end of the line before he hears Dahae suck in a breath. “Oh, I see here that you applied for the platinum level, Jisung-ssi. Is that correct?”
The site offers several different levels with various perks at each. He figures if he is going to do this, he might as well go all in. His bank account is more than full from his successful cyber security business, so why not? He has the money to spend on a companion. “Yes, that’s correct.”
“Okay, Jisung-ssi. Let me place you on a brief hold so I can look into your account.” The phone switches to a melodic holding tone. Much more pleasing to the ear than most, at least. He waits for several minutes before the line connects again. “Okay, sir, sometimes our platinum level applicants take a little longer to verify, but you’ve been approved now. Feel free to peruse our catalog of available companions.”
“Can I just book directly through the website?”
“Yes sir, you can browse our hybrids and see who is available there. As a platinum member, you’ll have access to every tier. Is there anything else I can assist you with?”
He quickly thanks her and hangs up. Okay, online it is. It takes some maneuvering to get his laptop where he wants it, and then he’s typing in the address for KittyKonnect.com. A sleek and discreet looking website pops up, urging him to log in. Once signed in, the site completely changes to look like any online catalog you might see while shopping. Rows of hybrid pictures with their names and breeds listed below. It’s a little overwhelming to look at and he doesn’t necessarily like the fact that it looks just like a fashion website. Like he might be looking through jackets, rather than real, live people. Even if he does have to pay money just to spend time with them.
Jisung wishes he could say the entirety of this situation is a surprise, but it’s not. At all. He grew up as a complete and total weeb, spending all his free time watching anime and playing on his computer alone. Due to this, he now has three very specific lasting souvenirs: basically zero human interaction skills, higher than average knowledge about computers, and a cat boy kink that he blames entirely on all the neko anime he consumed right around the time puberty hit him like a freight train.
It's not as bad anymore. At the very least, he no longer runs around wearing a shinobi headband doing the Naruto run and he actually watches porn with real people in it. Sometimes. Which brings him to another dilemma.
He’s a virgin.
It’s not really something he’s ashamed of, but it would be pretty nice to have actual sex for once in his life. Tentacle porn and lewdly drawn cat boys can only keep you company for so long before they become a bit monotonous. So now he’s sitting with an entire catalog of hybrid companions—that could take his virginity—to choose from and he hasn’t got a clue where to start.
There’s a little filter button on the top right corner of the screen, so he decides to start there. He toggles the results to only show men, acknowledging that his former curiosity in women has shriveled and died long ago, and then selects cat breeds only.
He’s relieved when the results dwindle down to only 32 candidates, instead of the thousands that had been available at the start. Just two pages of men to look through now.
They’re all attractive, of course, or they wouldn’t be on the site, but one hybrid in particular practically smacks him across the face with his handsomeness. Lee Minho, the caption reads, Orange Tabby. Jisung clicks his name without a second thought, watching as his profile loads up on the screen.
Lee Minho, Orange Tabby
Age: 27
Height: 172 cm
Occupation: Café Owner
Membership Tier: Platinum Only
Hi, I’m Lee Minho. I currently own a cat café in Seoul and live with my three fur babies above the café. I prefer reading, going for walks, and watching movies but I also enjoy going out to see the city and tasting new foods. The key to my heart lies with my three cats, so good luck. Can’t wait to meet you, baby.
Ugh, he sounds so adorable and sweet.
Below the short bio, Jisung finds a collection of other pictures of the hybrid. Every single one looks professional quality with perfect lighting that shows off his flawless features and decidedly built body. While Jisung kind of expected the hybrids to all be on the thin side, Minho looks like he consistently works out and eats well. From the pictures alone, Jisung can tell he’s got thick, muscular thighs and they’re very drool worthy.
Jisung has seen a lot of videos—no judging of his browsing history allowed—of men with thick thighs crushing melons between their legs. He immediately thinks that this Minho guy could crush a watermelon almost too easily. A feat he would pay money to watch personally. Perhaps pay even more money to then lick the juice off afterwards.
Need he remind anyone that he’s a virgin?
He cycles through the pictures, but the last one makes him freeze, eyes blown wide. While the rest of the pictures in the collection had been candid and posed shots of Minho wearing various outfits, the last one is completely different. His body is almost completely on display, only covered by a black, lacy pair of underwear that emphasize his figure. But the part that makes Jisung nearly have a nosebleed is the collar buckled tightly around his throat, accented with a bell. His orange tail, complete with cream-colored stripes, wraps seductively around his waist and really Jisung should be mortified by the state of himself, dick hard from a single picture.
Without a doubt, he wants Minho.
Jisung clicks through the several pages it takes to get to the one he wants, where he can officially apply for Minho’s companionship and see if the hybrid accepts. The page opens up to reveal a full application that reminds him of when he applied for jobs around the city. Kitty Konnect really takes this seriously. Though, it makes sense considering their hybrids’ safety is of top concern. He’d had to fill out about twenty acknowledgements to state that he understood their terms and service and consented to his information being stored in their system in the event of abuse or mishandling.
The first half of the application is easy, just filling in his name and basic information. When he gets to the second half, however, that’s when he starts to worry. There are several very specific questions that he guesses Minho has picked out himself.
What are your main interests/hobbies?
How do you view hybrids in society?
What is your expectation for our contract?
He has to contemplate his answers for nearly an hour, wanting to be honest but also appealing. No matter what he tries, though, it just comes out awkward. His own brand of Jisung is too hard to conceal on things like this. He debates the answers for another hour before accepting defeat. Either Minho will like him for who he is, or they won’t be a match. When he clicks send, the anticipation of hearing back settles into his stomach. He really hates waiting.
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It takes three days of which Jisung only thinks about Minho every single second. He’s barely been able to get any work done between checking his phone and daydreaming. Thank goodness he works on his own schedule and doesn’t have anyone to answer to or he’d be in deep shit already.
As he sits down with a bowl of ramen and prepares to eat his lunch at his desk, his phone pings with a notification from his email. He’d usually just flick the notice off his screen and continue on, but the sender catches his attention at the last second. Kitty Konnect. His chopsticks fall to the wayside as he grips his phone in two hands, waiting for the email to properly load.
Congratulations, Minho has agreed to meet with you. Please use the below contact information to arrange the meeting with your potential companion!.
His phone nearly joins the chopsticks on the desktop. Minho accepted his application!? Sure, it’s not like they’re officially companions yet, but he will get the opportunity to actually meet the hybrid and try to impress him. Which causes a glaring issue. He sucks at first impressions. When he’d first met with the investor that helped him establish his company, he’d been so nervous that he knocked and entire mug of coffee all down the front of him. Even worse, the last date he’d attempted to go on had ended in absolute disaster when he heavily critiqued the music ‘on the radio’ in the car for five minutes straight before finding out it had been the man’s own discography.
How the fuck is he going to pull this one off?
He frets over the situation for the rest of the workday and now finds himself sitting on his couch just staring at his phone. If he waits any longer, it might send the message that he isn’t interested, and he can’t have that. He’ll just have to suck it up. The email is still pulled up when he unlocks his phone and navigates to KakaoTalk.
Jisung:
Hello, this is Han Jisung from Kitty Konnect
It sounds so formal, but what else can he say? ‘Yo, what’s up’? Definitely not. His phone vibrates in his hand almost immediately.
Minho:
Hello, Jisung-ssi. When would you like to meet?
Well, that sounds even more formal. Is that how it’s expected to go?
Jisung:
Whenever you have time. I’m free every evening.
It’s only after he hits send that he realizes it probably makes him look like a loser, having absolutely nothing going on in his evenings. Then again, isn’t that exactly why he’s on Kitty Konnect in the first place?
Minho:
I’m free tomorrow evening, around 7 after I close the café.
Meet then?
Wherever you want as long as it’s a public place
Jisung reads over the messages several times to make sure they’re real. He could meet Minho as soon as tomorrow? There goes his sleep for the night. There is no way he can calm down now. Instead, his mind starts racing for where he should take the hybrid to impress him. There are hundreds of upscale restaurants around the city, but somehow that doesn’t feel right to him. Sure, he has money, but they both know that already. He needs to find somewhere perfect to portray the type of person he is.
After extensive research on Naver, he falters. None of the restaurants he finds listed really make an impression on him. Rather than keep looking, he decides on a safe bet. His personal favorite hole in the wall chimaek spot near his office and who in their right mind doesn’t like chicken and beer? If Minho turns up his nose at that, there’s no way they’ll get along. Besides, it’s practically in the center of the city, so it should be relatively easy for Minho to get to regardless of where his café is located.
Jisung:
Sure, tomorrow sounds perfect
Chimaek? There’s a spot I like, I’ll send you the address
Minho:
Okay, see you then
Jisung isn’t sure if he should be nervous about the fact that Minho didn’t say anything about his restaurant choice, but he figures he’ll just obsess over it and worry himself to sickness until tomorrow. His usual.
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At 6:35 sharp, Jisung walks up to the restaurant and steps inside. Though they have outdoor seating as well, he figures it will be best to stay inside where it’s more intimate. Not that many people come through here for dinner, so they should have plenty of room to themselves. He heads to a corner table as soon as he enters and makes sure he’s facing the doorway to watch for Minho. Especially with how early he is, but he can’t help it. He’s been practically bouncing off the walls all day.
He spends a considerable amount of time worrying himself and drinking his first beer to try and quell his anxiety. Really, he should’ve made some sort of pit stop on his way here to delay himself. Maybe he could’ve stopped by that flower shop on the corner and gotten a bouquet. Although the image of himself giving flowers to his potential sugar baby, one that’s actually older than him, just makes him internally cringe.
A buzz in his pocket steals his attention and he retrieves his phone with shaky hands.
Minho:
I’m almost there, about 5 min out
He checks the time to find that it’s still a quarter to seven. Gosh, he’s going to look like an idiot saying he’s already here, but what else can he do?
Jisung:
I’m here, back corner
Now it’s time for him to really stress. He’d gone above and beyond on his appearance this morning, making sure he put a little effort into his clothing. His black hair is a bit shaggy these days, but he’d made sure to style it for once and pair it with black jeans, a white button up, and a cozy jacket over top. Nothing too fancy, but definitely professional. Isn’t that what one wears when trying to enter into sugar daddy-ism?
The door to the restaurant swings open with a burst of cool air and Jisung’s head snaps up to take in the most glorious sight of his entire existence. Minho is somehow even more beautiful in person. The pictures really didn’t do his striking features justice; his large eyes are piercing as soon as they land on him in the corner and his pouty lips quirk in a little smirk. He has on a pair of light wash jeans that hug every curve with an adorably soft cream sweater over top. His outfit screams cuddly meanwhile his actual aura is nothing less than intimidating.
Jisung short circuits when the hybrid is officially sitting across from him, those green eyes focused in on him. He tries so hard not to squirm under their weight, but he can feel his traitorous legs bouncing under the table. “Hello, Jisung-ssi,” Minho practically purrs, voice light and airy and oh so inviting. Jisung is hard in his pants already. It’s embarrassing.
“H-Hi, Minho-ssi,” he stutters back like he’s still his painfully awkward high school self, and he can’t even berate himself. It’s more than he thought he’d be able to get out in the moment. Minho is the type of gorgeous that steals people’s breath away and you can count Jisung in ‘people’. His breath is most certainly gone.
The hybrid eyes his beer with a small raise of his eyebrow. “I see you started without me.”
Jisung looks down at his own beer as if it’s betrayed him. There really isn’t a good explanation for how early he was nor how nervous he currently feels. Well, not one he’s about to admit out loud. He could try to lie things off, but he might as well just stick true to himself at this point. “I left work a little too early… and then I got nervous waiting.”
Minho looks at him for several seconds before breaking into a bright smile, a boisterous chuckle leaving his lips. Jisung can see his elongated fangs there, far too attractive on the hybrid. “Cute.”
He isn’t much of a blusher. Despite his social awkwardness and general hopeless romantic tendencies, he very, very rarely blushes. Right now, though? He’s as red as the gochujang this place serves on their chicken. Being called cute by arguably his biggest crush in the last decade is really getting to him. And maybe it’s too soon to declare Minho a crush, but he’s lost countless hours of sleep dreaming about this moment, so what else would he call it?
“W-would you like a beer too?” Damn him for stuttering again. This is starting to get shameful.
The hybrid doesn’t seem concerned with his lack of articulation, though, instead nodding and raising a hand to grab the server’s attention. As soon as the young girl approaches the table, Minho gives her a quick greeting and then orders their chicken and a round of beer for the table. Jisung slightly wonders if he should have been the one to order, but he really doesn’t mind it at all. After all, Minho is older than him and Jisung is terrible at this kind of stuff.
With the departure of the waitress, an awkward silence settles around them. Surely, he should break it and figure out how to bring up their arrangement, but he isn’t even sure how to go about that. Straight up asking Minho his expectations for their companionship feels too forward, but he can’t exactly skirt around the topic either. Minho spares him by being the first to speak. “So, you’re looking for a companion? May I ask why?”
Jisung licks his lips, noting how dry they feel in the moment. He can’t help feeling self-conscious, warring with himself over spilling his secret or trying to play coy. He’s about as likely to be able to pull of coy as he is at kicking the cat boy obsession, so he settles on completely embarrassing himself instead. “I’m a virgin,” is what blurts out first. “And awkward as hell if you hadn’t noticed.”
As he watches, heart thundering away in his ribcage, he sees Minho’s expression turn positively sinful. “Oh? So, you want a companion to help ease you into sex? Teach you what I know? Or is this a one-time thing?”
He’s not entirely sure what he wants, really. Yes, he wants to have sex for the first time and yes he wants it to be Minho, but does he just want it to be one time? He doesn’t even need to contemplate it. “No, I don’t want it to just be a one-time thing… I’d like to get to know you and maybe explore it together?” The idea of Minho teaching him every aspect of sex makes his dick twitch painfully in his jeans.
Minho hums, head tilting to the side as he pins Jisung in place with those sharp eyes. “Any weird kinks I should know about?”
Jisung’s brain melts. “Nothing too weird,” he says right away, completely ignoring all the, definitively, weird shit saved to his hard drive at home. “Do you?”
The way the hybrid’s green eyes narrow at the question has him worried he’s bitten off far more than he can chew by applying for Minho’s companionship. “I have many. I don’t expect you to fulfill them all, but if you’re up for it I can make things very interesting.”
There is no way to deny the curious desire that settles in his stomach at that. Oh, what he would give to see what all the hybrid has up his sleeve. “I’m very open to trying new things.”
Minho runs his tongue over his fangs as he smirks at him. “I think we can get along just fine, then.”
As their chicken arrives, Jisung has trouble finding his appetite for food. It has been almost entirely replaced by an appetite for far more delicious things. Namely, Minho stretched out beneath him. Or over him. He’d take either. Still, he manages to consume enough chicken to not be rude while watching the way the hybrid happily eats, tail swishing with each bite. He has no right to be so damn cute after teasing so much.
They exchange basic information. He learns that Minho owns a cat café, which makes him absolutely swoon. He has three cats of his own that spend the day with his customers along with a dozen cats that are up for adoption. The way the hybrid beams every time he talks about his home situation makes him even more endearing.
In turn, Jisung talks about his career in cyber security and what all it entails. It’s comfortable talking with Minho this way, sharing their own interesting lives and anecdotes. By the time their chicken is gone, they’ve found an easy rhythm to their conversation that he never wants to end.
“This was fun,” Minho says with an easy-going smile. “I’m down to take you on as a client if you’re still interested.”
He’s almost forgotten that this was an interview of sorts and not a sure thing already. Having somehow charmed his way into Minho’s good graces, he isn’t sure he could’ve handled a rejection. “I would love that.”
“Great. Do you want to go back to yours now?”
Jisung manages to keep a calm exterior, but his insides are blaring a code red, alarm system flaring. He obviously knew what he approached Minho for, but to have it happening so soon? He’s not even sure he’ll be able to make it home before cumming in his pants. “Really? Now?”
Minho looks at him for a moment, tail flicking behind him. “Isn’t that the whole point? Unless you need some time first?”
He’s fully malfunctioning now, trying to process the fact that Minho, the hottest cat boy he’s ever seen in his entire life—even hotter than all the anime ones—is seriously prepared to go home with him in this moment. He kicks himself a bit for being an idiot. You asked for this! Quit being a moron!
“I’m just… surprised? But I’m down if you are,” he replies, proud that his voice is only a little shaky.
Minho gives him another bright smile, extending his hand. When Jisung takes it, wrapping their fingers together, he feels a chill run down his spine. He’s really doing this.
Han Jisung, 25-year-old hentai obsessed virgin, is about to have sex for the very first time. He kind of feels like he needs fireworks or something. Maybe one of those confetti poppers? Literally anything that can portray how significant this moment feels.
“Let’s go,” Minho says, starting to pull him towards the metro station on the corner and Jisung follows right along like a lost puppy, ready and willing to give everything he is to Minho.