In any case, if it was a party that required a retreat, the scale seemed far from ordinary. Expectation turned into pressure.
“During the two-week retreat period, you’ll receive 50 million won per week, and during the seven days of actual work, you’ll receive 50 million won per day. On top of that, the success bonus is 250 million won. A total of 700 million.”
Horn-rimmed Glasses summarized.
“Clean, right?”
Monkey added.
His throat was parched. He glanced down at the water bottle but ultimately didn’t drink it.
Silence flowed.
“So are you going to do it or not? Just tell us that.”
The one who broke the silence was Toad. In a high-pitched, irritated voice that didn’t match his weight, he snapped at him.
Jiwon briefly made eye contact with the man, then immediately turned his head away.
Even if they didn’t pay him, he’d intended to do anything as long as they just let him pass. But they were saying they’d give him a whopping 700 million won.
What on earth are they making me do that they’d give a male prostitute 700 million won?
To put it bluntly, even if they took out all the organs from his body, he couldn’t get that much money. The more he thought about it, the more absurd it was.
He was genuinely curious about the identity of these people who mentioned 700 million won as if it were 70,000 won. Especially that Toad he was seeing for the first time today.
It seemed that man was the decision-maker for this project.
This is insane.
Money was nice to receive, but the three-week period seemed difficult to handle. It was called a retreat, but wouldn’t it be no different from confinement? Even if he died there, no one would know.
He wasn’t afraid of dying. It was something he’d been prepared to die for anyway.
Suddenly, the face of his mother lying in a hospital bed came to mind.
I’m sorry.
Jiwon slowly raised his head. He stared at Toad, who had asked the precise question.
“I’ll do it.”
He answered resolutely, like someone who’d made a big decision after long deliberation.
A smile spread across Toad’s lips.
“You like money.”
It was a sneer of contempt.
It didn’t matter what he thought.
“Good. Very good.”
Monkey was satisfied. He nodded while exchanging glances with the lackey sitting next to him.
“This concludes the oral interview. Kim Jiwon-ssi, move to the room and prepare for the practical.”
Horn-rimmed Glasses wrapped up.
As if on cue, the three of them simultaneously put down their pens, and a door opened beyond Jiwon’s left side.
Another suited man came out from inside and waited for Jiwon.
Jiwon left his seat, leaving the interviewers behind. The suited man who had been waiting stretched out his arm toward the interior.
The interior looked exactly like one of those business hotels had been transplanted there.
A king-size bed was visible before his eyes, and on it were placed an oil bottle, condoms, and three dildos of different sizes. A water bottle and a tissue box were also prepared on the nightstand.
Why is there even a sofa?
He let out an empty laugh.
“After undressing, you can shower and come out. The towel and mask are hanging inside the shower.”
The suited man spoke as Jiwon was looking at the video camera installed directly across from the bed.
“Condom use is optional.”
After finally turning on the video camera’s power, the suited man closed the door and disappeared.
Besides the video camera, CCTVs were installed in every corner of the ceiling and edges. The cameras were bothersome enough, but the windowless room was terribly bright due to the lighting installed next to the bed. It was bright enough to see even fine hairs.
In such a bright place, Jiwon was about to bare his ass and insert a dildo into his anus. It was something that couldn’t be done without considerable courage, but he absolutely had to succeed.
That pressure actually helped.
Film all you want.
Jiwon folded his undressed clothes neatly and placed them on the nightstand, then entered the shower. He thoroughly washed the scarlet lump that couldn’t even be called a cock, his two balls, his perineum and anus, and even the wrinkles around his anus.
There was no mirror in the shower, so he couldn’t check the state of his face.
It’s probably flushed bright red.
With his completely naked body and wearing a fancy mask, he left the shower. Without hesitation, he climbed onto the bed.
I’m crazy about anal sex.
I’m crazy about cock.
Repeating this to himself, Jiwon knelt with his back to the camera. He squeezed oil generously onto his palm.
He rubbed the fragrant rose-scented substance on his buttocks. He applied oil over and over again, soothing the wrinkles of his anus. Then he reached his arm back toward his buttocks, raised his middle and index fingers, and gradually, little by little, widened the hole. For that place that would welcome a dildo after so long, he spent as much time as possible soothing it.
*
What is this if not a diaper?
Jiwon attached the straight sanitary pad the suited man handed him to the boxer briefs he was wearing. Seeing that they’d prepared even this, there must have been other interviewees besides Jiwon who had bled.
He could insert the small dildo without difficulty, but from the medium one it was a bit hard. The large one was beyond imagination.
The biggest thing Jiwon had ever inserted was a male masturbation device packaged as a prostate massager. Unfortunately, all three partners he’d actually had anal sex with had cocks much shorter in length, smaller in size, and just so-so in girth compared to the device.
Having had an above-average-sized cock before the accident, Jiwon couldn’t help but smirk when he saw the cocks they had. Of course, those were still cocks, so it hurt when they went into his anus.
Anyway, when he felt pleasure from his anus accepting the medium dildo with difficulty, he thought the large one would definitely be possible too. Even knowing it was big, with the complacent thought that it’ll work out somehow, he poured on oil, and when it wouldn’t go in well, he ignorantly pushed it in with force and it seemed like the hole tore. Honestly, he hadn’t expected bleeding to occur. Thanks to that, he more than achieved his goal, though.
There must be bastards who enjoy putting in things like that. Crazy bastards.
He cursed inwardly even while knowing he had to become one of those crazy bastards.
He walked awkwardly due to the foreign feeling of the sanitary pad and his torn anus.
The suited man who had been waiting in front of the shower guided him outside the bedroom. The large conference room was in the same state as when Jiwon had his interview earlier, but except for Horn-rimmed Glasses, all the interviewers had left their seats.
“Good work.”
Horn-rimmed Glasses said curtly and handed him a black handbag. It was small enough to fit about one paperback book and had a strap.
“It’s the promised ten million won. In cash.”
Then,
“We’ll contact you separately.”
He said.
That was it.
When Horn-rimmed Glasses nodded to the suited man standing at the entrance of the large conference room, he approached and pushed Jiwon out of the conference room. Like a baton touch, the suited man in the waiting room took over Jiwon. After searching Jiwon’s body and confiscating his belongings, he returned the deposited items and personally opened the iron door to accompany him to the elevator.
“You must not disclose what happened today to anyone.”
The suited man cautioned with a polite attitude.
Left alone in the elevator, Jiwon opened the handbag. It contained two bundles of 50,000-won bills. They seemed to be divided into stacks of a hundred each.
“Crazy.”
He’d received a whopping ten million won as compensation for inserting a dildo into his anus.
This isn’t even game money…
He should be happy since he’d gotten easy money, but he couldn’t. Because several precious lives had died because of this easy money these people handed out.
He thought that the rumor that the party host was a drug dealer might not be an exaggerated rumor but perhaps actually true.
He had a bitter taste in his mouth.
He collected his mind that was trying to become uncomfortable.
Didn’t I start this knowing what it was?
Jiwon decided to think only of his goal.
He’d secured the prize money, so now only one thing remained—the trophy.
Finally, it felt like something was within his grasp. Thinking that it wasn’t chasing clouds, that all this hardship he’d endured had been worthwhile, he belatedly laughed. He genuinely laughed for the first time in a really long time.
He received his resident registration card back from the security office and left the building.
The sun was already high in the sky. Just standing there made him breathless, but he didn’t take a taxi. He walked nearly 15 minutes to the bus stop to catch an intercity bus. With each step, he felt blood flowing below. He worried needlessly whether that thin pad could absorb all the blood.
Walking like that to the stop, he got on a bus heading to Gangnam. Belatedly, thirst, hunger, and fatigue rushed in. He felt nauseous, perhaps from heatstroke. Not to mention the pain below.
Barely getting off at his destination through mental strength alone, Jiwon was on the verge of collapse. First, he entered the convenience store visible before his eyes and bought water to drink. While dripping sweat like rain, he kept grinning foolishly. He was in pain and dizzy, but felt like he’d die of happiness.
Customers visiting the convenience store glanced at such a Jiwon.
When he came to his senses to some degree, he suddenly desperately wanted beef. He thought about going to eat while carrying the handbag containing ten million won, but gave up because his physical condition wasn’t good. First, he entered the subway station, retrieved his backpack from a locker, then returned to the goshiwon.
The goshiwon was quiet as a mouse. Outside, the scorching sun was beating down, but here, musty odors and damp air floated around. Even this place felt cozily like home.
Having squeezed out every bit of energy he could squeeze to get to the goshiwon, Jiwon was exhausted. He collapsed right onto the bed.
