It was a chastity cage.
More precisely, it was split in two and fastened like a baby’s diaper, which made Jiwon let out a hollow laugh. The other crew members, who had assumed it was just underwear, started giggling too once they threaded their legs through the white fabric and strapped it around their waists.
The word “diaper” began to echo across the room.
“It’s a chastity device. We can’t afford to lose our valuable assets,” said Deputy Director Kim, clearing up everyone’s confusion.
When he said “chastity device,” complaints and awkward laughter broke out in bursts—comments like, What is this, the Joseon Dynasty? and Is this for real? filled the room.
No one told them to shut up. No one seemed interested in doing so.
The team leader who had been watching Jiwon finish putting his on stepped up and brought a tiny stick—barely the size of a pinky—to the locking mechanism. A red light flashed at the waistband, signaling that it was securely fastened. The team leader then handed the stick to Kim.
The same process was repeated for every crew member.
“Twenty-nine. Perfect,” Kim said with a satisfied smile.
Jiwon glanced around the auditorium and started counting heads.
Wait. There was one more than before.
All doors were locked automatically whenever the buzzer went off. Yet somehow, the number had increased.
He counted again, flustered.
Twenty-nine. Exactly twenty-nine.
He tried to recall which group had been short earlier. Wild Dogs—there had been ten, both yesterday and this morning. But now there were eleven.
Did I miscount earlier? Did I forget to include myself?
Honestly, the news about Lee Woojoo’s expulsion had thrown him off. He had been distracted.
Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d missed something important.
I need to be more careful going forward, he told himself.
The chastity cage wasn’t as uncomfortable as he’d expected. It applied pressure around the groin, sure, but it actually felt more secure than the palm-sized T-back they had worn before. There was just enough space—about half a finger’s width at the waist—but without a key, it was impossible to remove.
But what about peeing? What about taking a dump?
“How do we go to the bathroom?”
Park Gunwoo asked, raising his hand like he’d read Jiwon’s mind.
“There will be an administrator stationed outside the bathroom with a key. If you state your team name and personal name, they’ll give you the corresponding key. Once you’ve finished, you must return it before exiting,” Kim answered.
“What if we’re already in our rooms? Will someone be standing there with keys all night?” Park Gunwoo asked sarcastically.
“Then you just go in it. Who’s watching, right?”
A few people chuckled, thinking it was a joke—but Kim was dead serious.
“After you return to your rooms, you’ll shower and use the toilet while wearing the chastity device. As you’ve probably noticed, it’s made from a special material that’s completely waterproof. That half-finger gap at the waist? Just rinse with the showerhead and any waste will wash out clean.”
That was the most cheerful Kim had looked all day.
Even thinking the word bastard felt too generous. Jiwon seethed silently.
He was also furious at Lee Woojoo—for not even lasting a day.
He wasn’t the only one. Others who had once pitied the expelled and even identified with them were now turning their anger on them instead. After all, it was because of those two that everyone else was stripped of basic human dignity.
The auditorium went dark again, and a screen dropped down in front.
This time, it was real porn.
Everyone had to watch it wearing nothing below the waist but the chastity cage.
What kind of fucked-up scene is this? Jiwon almost laughed out loud, bitterly amused at how far things were going.
No one expected the electric shocks—until the porn got them hard.
Someone screamed and collapsed.
That was just the start.
Like a game of whack-a-mole, people jumped and crumpled all over the room. Jiwon, still unaware of what was happening, felt a sudden jolt shoot through his penis, sharp and unbearable. When a second, even stronger jolt hit, he collapsed too.
That’s when he realized the truth:
Someone had deliberately electrified the chastity cages.
Kim’s shrieking laughter rang out, unnervingly loud.
“Ah man, my stomach hurts. I forgot to mention that part.”
The lights flicked back on. Kim raised one hand, revealing a remote control.
“This little thing sends an electric current. We were just testing it out. The bigger your dick is, the harder you get, the more surface area it touches—and the faster and stronger the shock. Oh, and I can control the intensity, too!”
Kim gleefully pressed the buttons.
Wave after wave of harsh shocks hit their genitals. All twenty-nine of them writhed and screamed on the floor. Kim didn’t stop.
In the end, Jiwon and most of the others released some fluid from their urethras—piss, cum, something else. No one knew for sure. But the floor of the auditorium was soon soaked.
🎶 “I’ve got peace like a river! I’ve got peace like a river! I’ve got peace like a river in my soul, hallelujah!” 🎶
Kim sang a hymn while clapping along.
He was completely insane.
Jiwon crawled along the floor in horror. He was sobbing, but not just from the pain.
To his own disgust, his body was responding.
His whole body trembled uncontrollably in pleasure. He tried to deny it at first, but once he got hard, he had no choice but to accept it.
Even as people screamed for mercy, Kim kept singing. And the electric shocks continued.
It was a hellish afternoon.
The second day began.
7 a.m. The siren wailed, right on schedule.
Surprisingly, Jiwon had slept a full nine hours without waking up once.
First time since the accident.
The hellish afternoon had been rewarded with the sweetest, deepest sleep.
He let out a joyless laugh.
“All crews must report to the training room by 7:30 a.m.,” the intercom announced.
Then the siren blared for another full minute.
Looked like they’d be starting with yesterday’s skipped physical training.
Thankfully, the chastity devices were collected right after the shocks. It had all been a form of blackmail—and it had worked too well. So well, it was worrying.
Some of the crew were still furious—especially the ones in Son Gunwoo’s group, the ones suspected of having criminal records. Their mood was notably dark.
If anyone got caught sucking dick or jerking off again, they probably wouldn’t even wait for the formal expulsion process. There was a strong sense it wouldn’t stop at just a beating this time.
Jiwon hoped they’d at least have the sense—or the greed—to keep it together.
After showering and fixing his appearance according to dress code, he opened the wardrobe.
Today’s sailor suit had navy accents.
Jiwon adjusted his collar and stepped out.
Park Gunwoo greeted him cheerfully. But his voice was hoarse, and his eyes were puffy.
He’d been particularly weak to pain. Yesterday, he had almost sobbed through the whole ordeal, even crawling to Deputy Kim and clinging to his pants, begging him to stop.
“Even with an ice pack, I still look . So fucking lame,” Park Gunwoo muttered, rubbing his eyelids in embarrassment.
To Jiwon, his voice was the bigger issue—but he kept that to himself.
“How about you?” Gunwoo asked.
“Of course not. I feel like shit.”
No matter how stupid the design, a dick was still a dick. Just like the others, his had responded to the stimulus—got hard, came. And the electric shocks had pushed his already-sensitive skin to the edge of peeling.
It still didn’t feel real.
Honestly, he was a little scared.
Not of them. But of himself.
Even while it hurt, even while his skin was on fire—he’d responded.
The sensation of his dick being shocked had been so good, it made his mind go hazy.
“You going to the clinic?” Park Gunwoo asked, snapping Jiwon out of his thoughts.
“No. It’s not that bad.”
At least the part about having medical staff on standby had turned out to be true.
After the electric torture, every crew member was taken to the "clinic" under the supervision of their team leaders. Some received sedatives for mental shock. A few had peeled skin and were treated. In Jiwon’s case, they applied ointment directly.
He would’ve preferred getting his own tube of cream, but instead they told him to come back for every application. No matter how minor the injury, you had to see the doctor.
While he was there, he casually brought up the pain in his arm. The doctor made a few calls and eventually prescribed painkillers. Not the narcotics Jiwon was used to—those had all been rejected.
“This is a new drug. Much more effective,” the doctor had said, handing over a week’s worth of pills.
Jiwon found some small comfort in that. He took three pills as instructed. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or maybe the drug really was that good—but his arm hadn’t hurt since.
“I’d be useless in the independence movement. I’d betray everyone on day one.”
Park Gunwoo tried to joke.
Jiwon couldn’t laugh.
“Me neither,” he said bitterly.