The incident happened during the rest period after lunch.
The news of Sailor 5 and Wild Dog 6’s expulsion spread like wildfire through the crews.
All that for a dick? They couldn’t hold out for even a day?
When Jiwon found out one of the expelled was Lee Woojoo, the taste in his mouth turned bitter.
They’d only known each other for half a day, but now that Woojoo’s bright smile and chattering voice were gone, Jiwon felt the absence.
A few others who’d grown close as quickly as he had were mourning the two like star-crossed lovers, spouting old clichés like “Is love a crime?”
But most of them had a different reaction. They realized the warnings from orientation weren’t just for show.
Do exactly as you're told.
Jiwon repeated it to himself again.
“Brutal,” Park Gunwoo said, crunching on ice.
Son Gunwoo, who’d joined them after lunch, replied with a distracted, “Yeah.”
“What about you, hyung?” he asked, turning to Jiwon.
Jiwon raised an eyebrow at the out-of-the-blue question.
“Your sex drive,” Son Gunwoo clarified.
“You into Jiwon or something?” Park Gunwoo cut in.
Still confused, Jiwon gave them a blank look. Park Gunwoo grinned mischievously.
“This bastard’s got a crazy high libido.”
He gave a mock explanation, laughing.
“His old nickname used to be the Unstoppable Top. He never stopped spinning.”
Park Gunwoo rotated his hips in exaggerated circles, then thrust forward twice with a lewd grin. Crude as hell.
“Ah... I mean, I’m just... normal,” Jiwon said, brushing it off.
“You’re pretty boring. But I guess that’s kinda hot,” Son Gunwoo said, openly flirting while staring at him.
“Ugh, gross. Can you guys do this when I’m not here?” Park Gunwoo shivered, chewing the last of his ice.
A buzzer rang. The rest period had been extended thirty minutes due to the expulsions, but now it was over. Instead of the originally planned “Balance Check at the Bank” session, they were summoned to the Main Auditorium.
“Fuck. Better not be another dumbass lecture.”
Despite the harsh words, Park Gunwoo was the first to stand. He nodded at Jiwon to follow.
Now, instead of Lee Woojoo, Son Gunwoo was trailing alongside them like a new set piece.
Jiwon walked the long hallway between the pretty one and the handsome one with a sour look. At this point, he didn’t even notice the clinging fabric or how his ass and T-back were still completely visible.
There were bottles of water laid out in front of the auditorium entrance. No one knew how long the session would be, so everyone grabbed one.
Jiwon rejoined his group and did a headcount—then blinked in surprise. There were still seven in sailor suits. The group with the muzzles had the same number as this morning, too.
“Whoa. Look, it’s Woojoo.”
Park Gunwoo tapped Jiwon’s arm.
Jiwon glanced over to where he pointed—and frowned.
Sitting there was a boy who looked exactly like Lee Woojoo, down to the twin-like resemblance, wearing a name tag that read Sailor 5.
It was uncanny. Chilling.
It felt like they were being told outright: You’re all disposable.
“Clone or something?” Park Gunwoo mumbled. He tried to joke, but his voice was thin and shaky.
It hadn’t even been an hour since Woojoo’s expulsion, and his spot was already filled. Which meant there were replacements prepped and waiting nearby, ready to step in.
Where were they kept?
Jiwon guessed the restricted B1 level. No way they were out on the rooftop in this weather.
He lifted his gaze, scanning the auditorium.
CCTV cameras covered every wall. They were probably using the bracelets on their wrists to track everyone’s location in real time.
Sneaking around would be nearly impossible.
Jiwon had no intention of being reckless. This opportunity had come too hard-earned. He wasn’t going to throw it away chasing naive notions of justice or impulse.
Until the real party began, until the host and guests revealed themselves, all Jiwon had to do was follow orders and memorize as many faces and names as he could.
He swept his eyes around the room, silently counting heads.
The total number was still twenty-eight. One short.
A harsh electronic chime shrieked through the auditorium.
Groans echoed all around. Moments later, the front door opened and the team leaders walked in.
And behind them came Deputy Director Kim again.
He stepped onto the stage with a somewhat grim expression and straightened his clothes.
Without so much as a greeting, he said:
The lights dimmed. A massive projection lit up the front wall.
Starring Lee Woojoo and some bastard Jiwon didn’t recognize.
Snickers broke out around the room.
Park Gunwoo covered his face with his hand. Jiwon looked away.
For nearly thirty minutes, the crews were exposed to increasingly graphic porn. Some started breathing hard. Excited voices rippled through the auditorium. They were getting turned on watching someone they knew get fucked.
Even Park Gunwoo, who’d covered his face at first, was quietly panting by the end.
But for Jiwon, it was torture.
When the footage ended, the lights came back on.
Jiwon saw Park Gunwoo covering his crotch with both hands.
And he wasn’t the only one.
Others were making jokes about their own erections.
Every last one of them were animals.
And the man up front was handling them exactly as he intended.
“Jesus, fuck. That was humiliating,” Park Gunwoo muttered.
At least he had the decency to feel embarrassed.
“Sorry you had to see that,” he said to Jiwon.
“It’s fine,” Jiwon replied, forcing a smile.
“No kidding. Really fucked up,” Park Gunwoo replied with an awkward chuckle.
Jiwon had known these people weren’t to be taken lightly, but now he was even more on guard.
They were all capable of going to the extreme.
After all, that boy had died chasing the thrill of it.
Jiwon swallowed hard.
“Did everyone enjoy that?” Deputy Director Kim asked.
He didn’t seem to expect an answer.
“Unfortunately, the two candidates have been expelled. They also returned the ten million won welcome bonus from yesterday.”
That got a reaction. The crews, who’d been mostly quiet, stirred at the mention of ten million won being taken back.
“It’s a shame something happened on the very first day. I know you’re all at that age, bursting with hormones, but for the sake of the mission, surely you can control your urges? The first week of abstinence exists for a reason—to give proper service. You’re all very important people. Why? Because we’re not after some cloudy dribble from your precious dicks—we want thick, white, beautiful cum. You get what I’m saying?”
Kim’s voice, flat until now, suddenly rose.
“Just get through the first week. Hold it in and you’ll be rewarded. Money rain. I wasn’t going to say this, but the crew member who shoots the prettiest, creamiest load will get a huge prize. We planned this entire thing for you. So follow the rules. Do you know how much time and money we spent recruiting you? The real party hasn’t even started yet and this is how you act? Seriously, aren’t you ashamed of yourselves? Just don’t jack off for a week and you’ll get 5 million won. Starting the second week, you can jerk off and still get 5 million. And when the main event begins? That’s 5 million every day. Every. Single. Day. You think you can make that kind of money with your skills? Let’s be honest. You’ve got the looks, but nothing else. Anyone can bend over and take it. Some of you have sold your bodies before—what’s the most you ever made? You can do the math.”
Kim looked genuinely regretful.
“Let’s be real. You can suck dicks and get fucked in the ass your whole life and never make 10 million won. Youth? That shit passes in a flash. Sure, people are chasing after you now, but in a few years? You’ll be tossed aside. Then you’ll be the one paying. I don’t care how dick-brained you are—you gotta know the difference between shit and soybean paste.”
It was a disgusting speech. But not a single word was wrong. So no one dared respond.
“The ones who got kicked out? They’re probably sobbing in regret right now. If you play your cards right, you could buy a fucking apartment in Seoul. A sexy little officetel in a hot neighborhood? No problem. Hate Korea? Fine, take your money and start a new life abroad. You’re standing on the land of opportunity. You’re the golden goose now. So why slit your own throat? Am I wrong? Grab the opportunity while you can.”
That concluded Kim’s speech.
The air in the auditorium had never been heavier.
“I didn’t want to do this, but here we are. Prepare it.”
Kim called out again into the air.
The front doors opened.
Four men in black masks entered, pushing carts stacked with boxes.
The carts were divided up by team size.
“Team leaders, begin,” Kim ordered from the stage.
“Sailor 1, step forward.”
Captain called out to Jiwon.
Other teams began calling up their number ones too.
What the hell is this? Jiwon thought as he awkwardly stood and walked to the front.
Captain’s voice was stiff.
Jiwon frowned, thinking he’d misheard.
“Sailor 1. Remove your pants,” Captain repeated, louder.
He glanced sideways—his teammates were already standing completely naked, even the T-backs were off. The others didn’t know what was happening but # Nоvеlight # cheered and catcalled like it was a game.
Wild Dog 1 had turned to face them and was shaking his dick in their direction.
With all the laughter, the auditorium had turned into a damn circus.
Jiwon exhaled a deep sigh and took off his pants. At Captain’s nod, he lowered his underwear too. Thankfully, his back was to the room.
Captain’s eyes widened briefly when he saw Jiwon’s genitals, then went back to normal.
He opened one of the boxes and pulled out a white pair of briefs.
Puzzled, Jiwon accepted it—and instantly understood what it was for.