Prologue: The Candy of Fate

He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it happened, but he knew that his obsession with punishing women started when he was still a curious child. He was playing with the neighbor girl from his old block when they found an old dog collar and leash at the park. They played “doggy,” taking turns playing the pet while the other held the leash.

It was when he put the collar on her that something strange happened. As he led her around on the leash, he suddenly felt a tingling arousal that he couldn’t quite understand. He found himself fascinated and confused by the new sensations coursing through his body. That night, he couldn’t sleep. He was overwhelmed by the intensity of his newly discovered desires.

As he grew older, he found himself increasingly drawn to punishing women. He couldn’t help himself and would often seek out opportunities to act out his fantasies. His desires only grew stronger over time, leading him down a dangerous path that he couldn’t escape from.

He knew that his obsession stemmed from that innocent childhood game of “doggy.” It had unintentionally unlocked a dangerous part of himself that he couldn’t control.

He tried to suppress his urges but struggled with an inner battle against his dark desires. He knew that his obsession was only the beginning of a much darker story that fate had in store for him.

Nowadays, he couldn’t get off unless it involved punishing women in one form or another - be it manga, videos, or ASMR.

He craved more than just pure love, but not necessarily violence either. He wanted to wear a woman’s collar, dominate her like a pet, and have his way with her body while making her orgasm until she was a complete mess.

Every day, he consumed content with these kinds of themes, seeking to satisfy his ever-growing desire for this type of pleasure.

Eventually, he began to truly long for a relationship with a submissive woman who would act as his pet, longing for the day when his fantasy might become reality.

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“Hey, Nacchi, I’m heading to the convenience store. Want me to grab you something to drink?” His classmate, Sayuri, asked.

“Seriously? That’d be fantastic. Can you grab me a banana-flavored milk, please?”

“Sure thing. Oh, can I see the handout from earlier?”

“No way, hahaha. But if you get me an ice cream on your way back, I can think about it.”

“So what are we doing for club today? Coach is out, right?”

“He said to practice on our own. Ugh, such a drag.”

“Hey, Shii-chan, what’s your boyfriend like? Is he a working guy?”

“What? He’s so cool, and he has this really cool watch. Plus, he’s got a huge car!”

“I have the perfect punishment game for you guys. It’s called the ‘Lap Velcro.’ Here, I even brought the necessary supplies.”

“You’re joking, right? Why did you even bring the velcro with you?”

…The voices of his chatty female classmates filled his ears during lunch break. As a teenage boy, he should have been interested in their conversations and gone to strike up conversation to make friends. But he didn’t feel the need to do so.

He couldn’t imagine any of the girls his age understanding his sexual preferences, so why bother?

The girls were giggling and chatting about holding hands with their boyfriends and other typical teenage romance topics. He knew that his fetishes were far beyond their comprehension.

Even if he did manage to find a girlfriend, he was sure that she would leave him as soon as she learned about his true desires and labeled him a pervert.

He had even considered downloading a “matching app” for people with similar kinks, but he was too afraid to take such a bold step. As a student, the risks were just too high.

The reality of meeting the ideal partner was slim to none, and the journey just seemed too far-fetched. As a virgin, he wanted to lose his virginity, but he also knew that he wouldn’t become erect around a woman whose fetishes didn’t match his.

He ate his lunch with a deep sigh, feeling trapped and uncomfortable. This is how he spent his days, in a state of agitation and restlessness, unable to find release for his desires.

Suddenly, the boys in the classroom began to stir with excitement.

“Whoa… look at Sakachan from our class.”

“Duuude!”

“Hey, keep your voice down! But seriously, her boobs are huge…”

“And her butt is massive. Girls always talk about having fat legs and such, but they don’t know what they’re missing. A big butt is amazing!”

“Her chest might be around 100cm, maybe even a meter!”

“I heard a rumor that she broke up with her boyfriend. Can you believe that? How could anyone ever break up with such a curvaceous beauty?”

“This could be your chance to confess, man. Seriously.”

Their teacher, Tsureba Nosaka, could be seen walking down the hallway, drawing the attention of not just the boys in the classroom, but every male passerby.

With her flowing long hair, red-rimmed glasses, beige sleeveless turtle-neck, white pencil skirt, and black stockings, she was shorter than me but just by a little. And then there were her huge breasts, plump buttocks and thighs that threatened to burst out of her outfit - all tied together with her calm demeanor and cute smile.

For teenage boys, Nosaka-sensei’s appearance was nothing short of violent.

“Sensei! What perfume is that? It smells amazing!”

“Hey, don’t just hug me all of a sudden, Akizawa-san.”

The approachable teacher was swarmed by bold girls.

Apparently, Nosaka-sensei was popular with not only the boys but also the girls, who occasionally sought makeup advice from her.

“Sensei, please tell us the name of the perfume! We want to wear it on our dates!”

“Okay, I’ll tell you in secret later.”

“Yay! Thank you so much, sensei!”

“But don’t wear it to school, okay? And make sure to submit your homework on time.”

“Okay!”

As the girls giggled, the boys’ gaze never left their teacher.

“I want her. I want to grab her boobs, or do more than that. I want to rape her.” These were the dark thoughts running through the boys’ minds.

And even I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have Nosaka-sensei as my lover. If someone like her could fit my sexual preference, I would surely embrace and have sex with her every day. I would turn her into a submissive female, continually have sex with her until she was drenched in sweat, regardless of whether it was during her safe period or not. I would continue to violate her until she was pregnant.

The problem is that she’s our teacher.

It’s hard to imagine that a teacher would be interested in her students, let alone whether our sexual preferences would match. Even if we were to pursue a relationship, the risks would be too high, especially for me.

One day, my friend came over to my desk and whispered to me about inviting Nosaka to karaoke after the school festival next month.

“You wanna come, too?”

“Eh, I don’t think so.”

“Come on, don’t be like that. It’s Nosaka we’re talking about here!”

“I think I’ll pass…”

It was difficult enough trying to pursue someone whose sexual preferences you don’t even know. Trying to pursue a teacher on top of that was asking for trouble.

Why couldn’t the world have a system where we could discover our partner’s sexual preferences before getting into a relationship? If that were the case, there might be a future where I could fall in love with Nosaka-sensei.

One rainy day, I found myself lingering in a park on my way home. It was the same park where I once played dog and girl with a childhood friend more than a decade ago.

That’s where I met a peculiar old man.

“Hey there, youngster. Want to buy some candy?”

At first, I thought it might be drugs. The bald guy looked like he was in his 50s and dressed like a salaryman. He held an umbrella over my head and offered me three yellow candies in a transparent bag. There were no patterns or letters on the bag; it was definitely not something you’d find at your local store.

“You’re curious about your sexual preferences, aren’t you?”

“Huh?”

“You want to peek into your partner’s sexual preferences and find someone who matches yours, someone you can dominate until they’re a submissive mess.”

I was dumbfounded. “Wait, how do you know…?”

“These candies won’t allow you to directly peek into your partner’s sexual preferences. But it will match you with someone whose sexual preferences mirror your own fate and destiny.”

“Match me with someone…?”

“Call them ‘matching candies.’” He laughed. “Three for 100 yen. What do you say, kid?”

It was ridiculous, and yet…

There was something superhuman about this man that made me think twice. He seemed to know everything about me. His words were not lies.

I pulled out a 100 yen coin from my pocket. “Alright, I’ll buy it.”

“Thank you kindly.”

The candy he gave me was lemon-flavored. He said it would last for 24 hours and make it easier for me to find someone who matched my sexual preferences. I didn’t know how or what it really meant, but I trusted him and waited to see.

And then, I felt the effect of the candy soon after.

DIVIDE THIS CHAPTER INTO TWO CHAPTERS: PROLOGUE I & II
DIVIDED CHAPTER FORMAT:
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2ND LINE
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LAST LINE