Abstinence Week Day 1
He repeated waking and sleeping until 4 AM. Then his eyes snapped open at the loud siren sound.
It was 7 AM.
He was startled, thinking there was a fire—they might as well have blown a wake-up bugle.
The siren sound continued for about a minute. His ears were completely ringing—it seemed like the only person who wouldn’t wake up to this sound would be someone dead.
“All Crew assemble at the cafeteria by 7:30 AM. I repeat. All Crew assemble at the cafeteria by 7:30 AM.”
Jiwon left the bed while covering his ears with both hands.
He was naked, but since he was alone anyway, he didn’t care.
New day, new morning.
For the first time since the accident, he was full of motivation. First, he went to the window and drew back the curtains.
A beautiful garden with a fresh glow unfolded before his eyes. The garden viewed from the second floor felt much more three-dimensional and was as magnificent as the Palace of Versailles he’d seen during his European travels.
“Crazy.”
There were probably more wonderful words, but only lowbrow exclamations came from Jiwon’s mouth.
He hummed while showering. He first cleaned his mouth with dental floss, brushed his teeth, used a tongue cleaner, then finished with mouthwash. Oral hygiene was one of the essential items Crew had to maintain, so he didn’t neglect it.
Next, he turned on the tablet PC to check the announcements.
There was an alarm from Captain.
[Sailor uniform, T-panties, white stocking socks, shoes]
The announcement was only about attire.
Jiwon went to the closet and took out the sailor uniform and T-panties, placing them on the bed.
T-panties were a first in his life.
Are they seriously telling people to wear this? he lamented inwardly as he put his legs through the strings. He barely tucked in his genitals and testicles, but it felt precarious, like they’d pop out with the slightest movement. Moreover, the panties seemed to be too small. Even though he’d lost weight if anything rather than gained, they fit excessively tight.
Did I mistake the size, or are they originally worn this small?
I’d have to have worn them before to know.
Jiwon spent a long time adjusting the panties before giving up and putting on the bottoms and top.
It fit his body perfectly like a custom-made suit. The top was on the short side, so his stomach showed when he raised both arms up, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
The fabric was better than expected. The feel of the cloth against his skin was so soft it was surprising. The tailoring was also perfect, as if done directly by a professional.
Everything was good, but following the panties, even the uniform fit too well—far too snugly. It clung as if done on purpose.
The fabric had elasticity so movement was really comfortable, but the cloth was thin and clung so much that his skin showed through. It was hard to distinguish whether the sailor uniform was white or flesh-colored.
Sure enough, the top without an undershirt clearly revealed his nipples, and not only the waistband of the black T-panties but both buttocks were plainly visible above the pants. The fabric around the buttocks felt particularly thinner, as if deliberately to show off the ass.
He felt embarrassed to go out in this getup, but consoled himself thinking everyone would be wearing the same clothes.
Finally, he properly tightened the scarf-shaped front collar with the ring, put on white stocking socks and shoes, and closed the closet door.
He seemed to have spent too much time in front of the closet. Before he knew it, assembly time was approaching.
Jiwon hurriedly grabbed his tablet PC and left the room.
As soon as he stepped out the door, he ran into the guy who looked like Han’s twin coming out of the room next door at almost the same time. Embroidery reading “Sailor 5” was visible where the name tag would be. He smiled shyly and bowed silently to Jiwon, then subtly scanned his whole body.
“Did you sleep well? I’m Lee Woojoo, no, I’m Sailor 5. I’m staying in Room 205.”
He pointed to his room.
“…I’m Sailor 1.”
Jiwon only confirmed that Sailor 5 was wearing the same outfit as him and quickly turned his eyes away. He didn’t particularly want to look closely.
“Sailor 1, you have a garden view too, right?”
When Jiwon answered yes, a bright smile spread across Sailor 5’s face.
“Isn’t the view fucking amazing? I’ve never actually been there, but I really felt like I was in Europe. But it’s a bit disappointing there’s no bathtub.”
Sailor 5 didn’t mind Jiwon’s lukewarm response and talked about the garden all the way to the cafeteria.
Being talkative was somehow similar to Han too. If Han had come here, he would have liked it as much as that guy—no, much more. Thinking that far, he shook his head. Worrying about Han of all people, I must have gotten too soft, he smiled bitterly.
“By the way, how old are you? I’m twenty-three.”
Even his age was the same as Han’s.
It was also the age that kid died.
“I’m twenty-eight.”
“Really? Wow, you don’t look it, hyung. Can I call you hyung?”
He was sociable too.
“I thought you were my age. You must hear a lot that you look young, right?”
Even as empty words, it wasn’t bad to hear.
“But hyung, what kind of exercise do you do? Your body is exactly the kind of body I want. Lean muscle?”
He was about to say it was working muscle from manual labor, but stopped.
“Your body is much better though.”
This time Jiwon returned the empty compliment.
“Good? I’m chubby, that’s what.”
Sailor 5 let out a deep sigh.
“I want to build more muscle but it doesn’t work well. Other people get brawny after just 3 months of exercise, but I just gain fat, you know? Worst cost-effectiveness.”
He grumbled chattily. He said all sorts of things for people who’d just met.
He really was like Han Seoho. Even his habit of scrunching his nose was similar. However, his voice was different. Sailor 5’s was much more of a sweet voice. It was a tone full of aegyo that could be cringeworthy to listen to, but there was less resistance because of his voice.
Looking at just appearance, Han was slightly better, but somehow his eyes went more to this side overall. Should he say the appearance, voice, and physique were all well-balanced?
Was that why Sailor 5 was selected instead of Han?
Jiwon recalled the interviewee who looked exactly like him that he’d encountered at the second interview.
What was the difference between him and me?
What were my strengths that they selected me despite having genitals that don’t even function properly?
He was pointlessly curious.
One by one, people in the same outfit walked in front and behind Jiwon. Without realizing it, his eyes went to the two buttocks visible through the pants of those walking ahead and the black T-panties rising precariously along the butt crack up to the waistline.
Jiwon felt dizzy thinking he would look like that to other people too.
But the moment he entered the cafeteria, he sincerely thought the sailor uniform was respectable. It didn’t even fall into the dizzying category.
He saw people wearing leather clothes. Crew 2 team with name tags labeled Wild Dog wore things that couldn’t be called clothes. In other words, they wore leather pants, but it was a bizarre design with heart-shaped holes cut out in the buttocks and front. Because of that, the genitals and balls barely tucked into black T-panties were directly exposed.
On the other hand, the upper body had no exposure at all. They all wore long-sleeved white shirts, and over that wore leather harnesses like what dogs would wear. Naturally, they also had muzzles on. They were really treated like fucking dogs.
It was the most radical costume Jiwon, who’d lived an ordinary life, had ever seen in his lifetime.
The ones actually wearing them seemed to be enjoying it. It felt like they’d only selected men with such inclinations.
“Wow, crazy. Right, hyung?”
With a trembling voice, Sailor 5 stuck close to Jiwon while saying this.
When he turned around thinking he was scared, he was surprisingly enjoying it. His eyes sparkled while looking at the tall, muscular men. He was already exchanging glances with one of them.
Ah. He must be into that too.
Of course, he had to appear to be into that too.
Realizing he’d forgotten a very important fact, Jiwon also deliberately pretended to scan the other guys. Then he quickly turned his head to avoid a guy who was baring his teeth while looking at him. Does he think he’s really a fucking dog just because he’s wearing a muzzle? he grumbled inwardly.
Among the murmuring, occasional sounds of self-introductions could be heard. Sailor 5 had already left Jiwon and was flirting with one of the dog bastards.
Jiwon tried hard to remember their faces while avoiding making eye contact with anyone as much as possible, but it wasn’t easy. Clearly, faces he’d been able to distinguish to some extent during yesterday’s orientation looked similar once they wore the same outfits.
Above all, hairstyles became identical by group. Unlike themselves, who’d only had their hair removal status checked last night, it seemed the rest had gotten their hair cut at the barber shop too.
Because of that, now not just themselves but the other team guys all looked like twins too.
This is troublesome.
While feeling troubled, he still tried hard to pick out features one by one somehow.
How long had he been doing that?
The last group came in almost right on the time limit.
The moment he saw them, Jiwon almost screamed. Because the clothes they wore happened to be police uniforms.
A thief’s feet give him away—having turned pale, Jiwon greatly relaxed after confirming that their outfits weren’t the official uniforms Korean police wore but police uniforms he’d only seen in American dramas. It would have been very uncomfortable if they’d been the same official uniforms he used to wear at events.
He quickly examined the police uniforms. First, they were the most neat among the teams gathered here. There was no exposure at all, and the fabric was thick so skin didn’t show through. Their hair was all in very short styles close to buzz cuts, and the clothes all had knife-edge creases. Moreover, they even wore police caps. The cap brim was long enough to cover the eyes, so only from the middle of the nose bridge to the lower face was visible.
Even the name tags written on the tops of those wearing police uniforms were different. Rather than being marked as Sailor 1 or Wild Dog 1, common numbers like “44ga0826” were written. Of course, the numbers following the 0826 ending differed per person, so distinguishing team members wasn’t difficult. The numbers attached at the end were predictably between 1 and 11.
It was one mountain after another, but since the really important thing was separate, he resolved not to obsess too much over those guys.
Jiwon captured three types of humans in his eyes.
One was sailors, one was dog bastards, and the remaining one was police.
What kind of play this was for, he couldn’t predict with Jiwon’s extremely ordinary mind.
