Kim Yunho clearly hated that bastard too, showing it without holding back.
“How do you end up with that fucker of all people?”
Kim Yunho pushed Park Geonwoo’s arm off his shoulder.
“I dunno. I fucking hate him too. You’ll help me, right? Huh? You’ll help me? Please!”
Park Geonwoo begged, eyes desperate.
“What’s the mission?”
Park Geonwoo grimaced, squeezing his eyes shut.
“I have to suck that bastard’s cock.”
No wonder even the great Park Geonwoo looked so grim.
Jiwon instantly felt grim too.
The image of Number 9 flashing his cock in front of the Practice Room earlier replayed vividly in his head, making him frown.
“Ah, hyung... how the hell are we supposed to help with that?”
Kim Yunho looked disgusted.
“Why not? All three of us can suck him together. Huh? Huh?”
Park Geonwoo looked between Kim Yunho and Jiwon as he pleaded.
“Please! We’ll get our fix too while we’re at it, isn’t that great? And no penalty points, huh?”
The more Park Geonwoo talked, the more Kim Yunho leaned away.
“Just thinking about seducing that bastard makes me wanna puke.”
Jiwon, imagining that bastard sucking his own cock, felt sick too.
It was understandable—the rumors about Number 9 were horrible.
Like all the crew here, his looks were decent, his cock size above average—but that didn’t make him likable. His borderline harassment, the way he scanned the Sailors with those unsettling eyes, made everyone in Crew Zero hate him. Though ironically, the Gagged Crew seemed to like him well enough.
It was bitterly ironic. That even a rumored murderer could be popular if it meant sex.
While Kim Yunho recoiled, Jiwon forced himself to stay calm.
Honestly, it’d be easier if the mission was to get his cock sucked. After what happened earlier in the gym and the Practice Room, seduction would’ve been simple. But who’d want to suck his cock?
Still, Jiwon was willing to try.
This was the perfect opportunity to properly observe Number 9. He didn’t care about whether the rumors of him killing someone were true—he wanted to know if he could deal with him.
Jiwon felt the most uneasy about Number 9 and Number 11 among the cops. He wanted to assess them both as soon as possible.
If things went south, he had to be ready to knock them out cold.
But he couldn’t just say “I’ll do it.” So he deliberately made an uncomfortable expression.
“Hyung, I dunno... that’s a bit...”
He acted troubled like Kim Yunho had.
Immediately, Park Geonwoo looked like he was going to cry.
Winning this Manito Game wasn’t just about getting to suck cock and have sex—it came with immunity. Even if you lost the next game, you wouldn’t face any punishment. And with no clue what the next punishment would be, winning was clearly the better option.
A heavy silence followed.
Park Geonwoo sank back into gloom, and Kim Yunho flatly refused, saying he couldn’t possibly do it.
Jiwon pretended to hesitate for a while, then finally spoke.
At that, Park Geonwoo’s eyes widened.
“Really? For real? Really really?”
“Well... yeah. I dunno if he’ll take the bait, but I’ll try.”
“Jiwon, have I told you I love you?”
Park Geonwoo kissed him on the cheek without warning.
Kim Yunho looked completely thrown off by the exchange.
“Hey, why the hell would you agree to that?”
Jiwon answered sincerely.
“Bastard, like that even needs saying.”
In the end, even Kim Yunho agreed to help, following Jiwon’s lead.
The three of them huddled together, deciding the order they’d suck Number 9’s cock after Jiwon went first.
Hoping their plan would work.
Park Geonwoo, excited now, ran straight over to Gwak Chan.
“Can someone really be that happy?”
Kim Yunho clicked his tongue.
“But what about you?”
With only the two of them left, Jiwon subtly asked Kim Yunho.
“Me? I’m fine. I drew Number 11.”
Kim Yunho whispered, pressing his finger to his lips.
A secret, he signaled.
“Really? That’s good.”
Jiwon feigned ignorance.
“Right? Total jackpot!”
Kim Yunho exclaimed dramatically.
“What about you, Jiwon?”
“Uh... I got Minjae.”
“Knew it. No wonder you’ve been so relaxed.”
Kim Yunho narrowed his eyes.
Jiwon was still panicking. No matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn’t come up with a solid plan. And he wasn’t keen on asking Geonwoo or Yunho for help.
They were good guys, sure—but he wasn’t ready to trust them yet.
“But Chan’s okay, right?”
Jiwon glanced at Park Geonwoo chatting with Gwak Chan.
“It’s just... hyung mentioned it. His tastes... you didn’t say much, but you made it sound pretty hardcore.”
“I’m just worried, you know how Geonwoo hyung’s bad with pain.”
Jiwon made his excuse quickly, not wanting Yunho to get suspicious.
“True, yeah. Now that you say it, I’m worried too.”
Easy guy. And a kind one, too.
Yunho’s expression grew concerned as he leaned in close to Jiwon.
“That bastard’s tastes are seriously intense.”
“Don’t even get me started. So—”
Listening to Yunho’s explanation, Jiwon’s jaw practically dropped.
Could something like that even be called a “taste”?
Jesus. What a lunatic.
He cursed inwardly but listened carefully.
He wondered if it might help uncover Gwak Chan’s worst secret.
But just having hardcore kinks probably wasn’t the “worst” secret.
Yunho knew about it, after all.
And usually, people don’t spill their absolute worst secrets. Even if they do, they wouldn’t tell someone loose-lipped like Yunho.
Jiwon decided to trace the thread of those hardcore kinks and follow them upward. Inductive reasoning, basically. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the best approach for now.
What could it be? Murder? Attempted murder?
Or maybe something like patricide?
But no, there was already Son Geonwoo—the notorious parricide. Everyone knew he killed his father, so that couldn’t be the worst secret.
So what was Gwak Chan’s worst?
“What’s your mission?”
Yunho’s question snapped Jiwon back to reality.
“Oh, it’s nothing big. Just, uncover his secret.”
“That’s lame. Should’ve given you something spicier.”
Yunho made a disappointed face, craning his neck to look for someone.
“That bastard’s completely fallen for Han Seoho.”
Yunho’s tone was annoyed.
Jiwon wanted to smack Minjae across the head right now.
There better be a good reason Minjae’s sucking up to Seoho like that. If not, he wouldn’t let it slide.
“He’s so transparent, he’ll be easy to crack.”
If Minjae was easy, maybe Gwak Chan would be too.
“If you’re struggling, send an SOS. I’ll throw them off for you.”
Then Yunho added, “No, actually, ask Han Seoho instead. Looks like he’d hand over his liver and kidneys for you.”
You’re close with him, after all.
Jiwon almost admitted that bastard was going around talking shit about him—but stopped himself.
No need to worry Yunho unnecessarily.
The Manito Game would end at eleven anyway. He’d give the warning right before then. That way, even if someone had sex, they’d be careful.
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“My nipples are so fucking sensitive today.”
Yunho started to scratch his chest but stopped, glancing at Jiwon.
“If someone touches them, I cum instantly. It’s seriously annoying.”
Hearing that, Jiwon felt his own nipples tingle. His crotch stirred without question.
It was because he remembered Number 3—sucking his chest like a fucking vacuum.
The fact that everything he’d been so sure of in that moment turned out to be a hallucination—it still shocked him.
“...Yeah, I... kind of...”
Jiwon trailed off, flustered.
“I don’t know why my chest is this sensitive.”
Yunho pouted, grumbling.
“But Number 11’ll love it, right? They’ll think it’s all because of them and get cocky. Right?”
His voice hinted at eager anticipation for sex with Number 11.
Jiwon teased, You’re hopeless. You really like 11 that much?
But his real thoughts were different.
Would the real Number 3 like it too?
Even in this serious moment, Jiwon found himself thinking about Number 3 again and felt embarrassed—like he was the one who caught some disease.
It didn’t feel like his chest was sucked—it felt like his cock had been.
That’s how intense it was.
His mind wandered from nipples to cock.
Without thinking, he touched his jaw.
The memory of Number 3’s cock filling and overflowing his mouth, the taste of that thick, solid cock and semen—it all came back vividly.
He never knew cock could taste that good.
Hallucination or not, it was honestly delicious.
As he licked his dry lips, he startled himself.
Jiwon shook his head, trying to get Number 3’s cock out of his mind.
He hoped the cops would show up soon. But this time, he wasn’t waiting for Number 3—he was waiting for Number 9.
Would that guy suck his cock?
Of course he would. Jiwon had an inexplicable confidence about it.
The only thing he didn’t know was what Number 9 might do to his cock.
If necessary, Jiwon was ready to jab him in the eye.
Sure, there was a risk—Number 9 might bite down in shock.
But Jiwon didn’t care.
It was a cut-off cock anyway. Getting it cut again wasn’t a big deal.