Even though Han had rested for three days, he still whined about feeling sick. He was drooping like a drowned mouse and his movements were sluggish.
Jiwon was also sensitive to heat so it was hard for him, but he wasn’t in a position to complain freely.
“Hyung, they say next year will be even hotter. Are they saying we should all just die or what?”
Han then complained about how hot the clothes he was wearing were. He said he was dying because of the Madam who made him wear a vest no matter what in this heat.
“Hyung, hyung. Oh right, you’re going on the MT too, right?”
Jiwon raised his eyebrows at the out-of-the-blue statement.
A motel while talking about heat? What random nonsense.
“No, not a motel, I mean the MT where we go to have fun.”
“Ah….”
Jiwon felt embarrassed and scratched his head.
It must be that MT Han had mentioned last week. He’d heard that cafes and beer halls were making a killing because of the unprecedented heat wave, but the room salons were actually flopping. The Madam had been sighing deeply, saying it was so hot that people didn’t even feel like drinking with women.
Then the idea came up that since there were no customers anyway, they should close for a day and have a team-building event. The so-called “Hwangje MT.” At most it would just be enjoying water activities at a famous “pension” in Gapyeong, then grilling meat and drinking at the lodging, but everyone was excited.
But since they’d only talked about it and no one actually said they were going or not, he’d thought the plan had fallen through.
“Did they decide to go?”
“Of course. You’re coming too, right, hyung?”
“Well… we’ll see.”
“What do you mean we’ll see? You have to come with us. We decided to go on Wednesday. Hyung, you can come right after the logistics center ends. Madam noona will pay for your transportation.”
Han even grabbed Jiwon’s arm and begged him to go together. His behavior was so childlike that it made him laugh.
Jiwon pretended to reluctantly accept, saying “Alright,” but he was secretly happy. Even if he couldn’t enjoy the water activities due to timing, he’d be able to eat meat to his heart’s content and drink without worrying about work for the first time in a while. If he didn’t have even this small deviation, he felt like he’d go crazy from anxiety these days.
As they were killing time with MT talk, his phone vibrated. Both Han’s and Jiwon’s rang almost simultaneously, so they laughed, thinking it must be a contact from the room salon.
“Man, our Madam noona really can’t be a gentleman either.”
Without anyone going first, they both checked their phone screens.
[We sincerely congratulate Mr. Kim Jiwon on passing. Please check the link below for details regarding the final interview.]
At the unexpected text, Jiwon’s eyebrows twitched, and Han groaned loudly, “Whoa.” They raised their heads almost simultaneously and looked at each other.
Han, conscious of the CCTV, silently mouthed, “You too?” Jiwon quietly nodded.
“Jackpot! This is crazy!”
Han’s voice was excited.
Jiwon himself wanted to shout in celebration. After keeping him on edge for nearly a month, contact had finally come.
Honestly, he’d thought he’d failed. It was because of what the monkey had said when he came out after finishing the second interview.
‘I thought you’d given up because it was taking so long. Must have been hard to suck that cock.’
He’d said it mockingly.
That’s why he’d been dejected, blaming himself daily, replaying the interview and wondering if he’d been too timid when sucking the candy cock. He should have at least looked like he was enjoying it—what if he’d only looked miserable? What if he’d frowned and acted like he was eating something dirty?
Every day had been like walking on thin ice.
But finally the acceptance text had come.
Han must have clicked the link, as he had his head buried in his phone.
Jiwon also hurriedly pressed the link. A confidentiality agreement came up first. Regardless of whether or not he participated in the final interview, he had to agree to the confidentiality agreement to see the content. There was no reason to hesitate.
After entering his resident registration number, name, and phone number, receiving a verification code, he could sign, and only after signing could he access the information.
The first thing that caught Jiwon’s eyes was a number. And it was the number ten million won.
His excitement deflated a bit. Could it really be organ trafficking like I suspected? Otherwise, it wasn’t an amount that would be given to someone like him. Adding the eight million won he’d received from the first and second interviews to this ten million won, several organs of roughly similar price came to mind.
Jiwon read through the text carefully with an anxious heart.
The interview date was in three days, Tuesday morning. The time was 10 AM. Han’s would probably be 3:30 PM.
Unlike the first and second interviews, for the first time it was written in detail about the interview method.
[Interview participants should pay particular attention to maintaining security. If you leak the interview location, date, time, etc. to others, the interview will be canceled and you will be charged a penalty fee.
※ Attire: Same as first and second interviews.
※ Location: Manjo Building, Sagye-dong, Yongnam-si. Check the exact interview location at the security office on the first floor.
※ What to prepare: Enema. Please empty your bowels cleanly so that no foreign matter comes out. If foreign matter is visible during insertion, the interview will be immediately canceled.
※ Interview method: After undressing, wear a mask. Insert a dildo like the one shown in the photo into your anus. The dildo sizes are small, medium, and large—three types total—and you must succeed in insertion in order. For small and medium, you must insert all the way to the base, and for large, insertion to the middle will be recognized as completion.
Oil provided. Shower available. No physical contact with others whatsoever.
Only those who complete the final interview will be paid an interview fee of ₩10,000,000 (ten million won) in cash. Those who give up midway will receive ₩2,000,000 per stage. In case of insertion failure or if foreign matter comes out and the interview is stopped, ₩100,000 transportation fee will be provided.]
Enema and insertion.
The moment he saw these two words, Jiwon erased his suspicions about organ trafficking. Instead, he recalled the huge cock-shaped candy he’d sucked away during the second interview. The large size among the cocks in the photo looked exactly that size. He’d put it in his mouth, but it absolutely wasn’t a size that could be put into a human body.
Fuck. The curse slipped out involuntarily.
Since they’d signed the confidentiality agreement, Han and Jiwon didn’t say anything. Even Han, who had opened the notepad to ask about Jiwon’s acceptance, kept his mouth shut this time. It was natural since ten million won was at stake. If they carelessly ran their mouths, they’d instantly have a debt of 300 million won. They couldn’t be complacent thinking, Surely they wouldn’t go that far.
If it was someone conducting such an absurd interview, especially if that person was the customer who rode in the Maybach, it seemed they could easily collect that money.
Jiwon knew very well what loan sharks were capable of, so he believed the warning written in the contract.
“Hyung, I have to go now. I’ve been away from my spot too long. See you later.”
Han hurriedly left the convenience store like someone with urgent business.
Jiwon watched until Han disappeared, then buried his head on the table.
I have to do it. Of course I’ll do it. But still, he couldn’t help feeling repulsed.
Fuck. Fuck.
To make matters worse, his arms hurt too. He couldn’t keep enduring with medicine forever, could he?
Jiwon took out painkillers and chewed them while getting up from his seat. He decided to walk around the shop to avoid thinking.
As soon as he left the convenience store, the heat took his breath away. He regretted coming outside for no reason, but he absolutely couldn’t just sit still. Even just breathing made sweat pour down. Still, walking a bit made the pain go away and cleared his head.
Jiwon stood on the main street and sent a text.
[I think I can get the money]
Then he turned and strolled leisurely through the room salon alley.
Including Hwangje Room Salon, shops that were obviously run-down were mostly just gathering flies. There were countless employees openly sighing or chatting idly.
No employee mistook Jiwon for a customer, but their gazes stuck to him every time he passed. Everyone was bored, so they judged passersby as they pleased. He was worried his face might unnecessarily become known. In the end, he couldn’t walk much and took refuge in the safest and most familiar convenience store. At times like this, the convenience store felt cozier than the gosiwon.
His phone vibrated.
Once, twice, three times, four times, five times.
It wasn’t a text but a call.
Jiwon watched a missed call appear on his phone screen that displayed “Fucking Bastard.”
He felt his stomach tighten.
