Michael Hansu Kim aka. Gwak Tan
Those fucking bastards are really sucking away like their lives depend on it.
Gwak Tan chuckled as he reviewed the bathroom CCTV footage.
Not only were there cameras in all the crew members’ individual quarters, but cameras were installed throughout the entire bathroom and in each individual stall as well. The official excuse was to prevent unfortunate incidents and accidents, but the truth was that most of the guests had a tendency to be obsessed with piss and shit. And Gwak Tan himself was no less fond of it.
Gwak Tan, now thirty-five years old, was the only son of Gwak Hyeeun, the beloved daughter of Chairman Emeritus Gwak Hoon. And he was the only grandson involved in Gwak Hoon’s business.
His maternal grandfather Gwak Hoon was a man only interested in direct descendants bearing the Gwak surname—specifically, sons only. He was an inflexible person who would pass on his business to sons regardless of whether they were children of his legal wife or concubines, as long as they were sons. That’s why, despite his mother being the only legitimate daughter, he cut off financial support the moment she got married.
However, when his mother ended her 14-year marriage and returned to her family home, practically offering up her son, his grandfather completely changed his attitude 180 degrees. Grandfather bestowed the new name Gwak Tan upon Kim Hansu and readily accepted his grandson as part of his family. Afterward, he spared no expense in providing financial support to both mother and Gwak Tan. Thanks to this, the mother and son were able to enjoy an affluent and debauched lifestyle.
Of course, on all official documents, Gwak Tan was still Michael Hansu Kim, but grandfather didn’t care. In fact, he liked it. It meant he could assign him work in the black market he operated without worrying about appearances.
In any case, without his maternal grandfather, there would be no Gwak Tan of today, so Gwak Tan truly loved and respected his grandfather.
Gwak Tan paused the monitor screen and zoomed in on a specific part. Then, on the 85-inch large screen, only an erect cock and the mouth sucking it were clearly visible.
The guy with a gag in his mouth, whose genital area skin was pale white as if he’d gotten waxed for the first time, was panting and swaying his hips. In sync with the hip movements, the cheeks of the bastard sucking his cock repeatedly hollowed and swelled. Saliva dripped continuously from the plump lips of the guy wearing a sailor uniform.
Slurp slurp, sluuurp, schlup.
The wet sounds grew faster and faster.
Haah. Gwak Tan let out an excited sigh.
Grandfather must be enjoying this right now too.
Honestly, Gwak Tan was convinced that there were few grandsons who could communicate with grandfather as well as he could in this area. If you asked whether grandfather was a sodomite, that wasn’t quite it either. If you had to categorize it, he preferred women more, but he also loved the world of men. He was an extremely sadistic and decadent pervert. Just like Gwak Tan himself.
That’s why the most important aspect of the Paradise Project—namely, everything related to sex—was entirely entrusted to Gwak Tan.
Since it was supposedly the ultimate perverted sex party masquerading as a paradise on earth for sodomites, the most important thing was satisfying the guests, including grandfather the host and himself. And he was entirely responsible for that.
Gwak Tan was a person well-versed in all kinds of perverted acts. It was no exaggeration to say he knew all the news from entertainment districts nationwide and had personally experienced and mastered all the perverted establishments and clubs related to prostitution.
Naturally, he was active as a member receiving VVIP treatment in all sorts of filthy rooms online, including messengers and the dark web. However, in the case of online, since there was a lot of false information and fraud, he tended to have his subordinates participate rather than getting directly involved. Only when he was certain would he personally step in.
Gwak Tan was devoting all his efforts to this party, which was celebrating its tenth iteration this year, utilizing the skills he had honed.
He even attached the grandiose name ‘Paradise Project’ to it.
The reason he was staking his life on this sex party, which had been held as many as three times a year and had now become just another ordinary event, wasn’t simply because this party was a banquet being held to celebrate grandfather’s eightieth birthday.
Grandfather, who until just two years ago could still achieve an erection on his own, now had difficulty getting hard even with medication. It was because of the shock of losing both Jade, whom he had so cherished, and his lover Cha Jongsu, who was practically his wife, in succession.
After that, even his vitality gradually declined, and he became a toothless tiger, making his past nickname as the Siberian Tiger seem hollow.
Gwak Tan had always wondered.
Why did grandfather like Cha Jongsu so much?
While he was handsome, he wasn’t so impressive that he’d make you gasp in admiration. And it’s not like he had a good personality or a kind heart. None of that applied. Rather, he was a guy with nothing but jealousy bordering on hysteria and vanity. Right before he died, he was even cruel—though it’s a bit awkward to say so himself.
And yet grandfather was completely smitten with that bastard. Enough to quietly bury it even when he secretly disposed of Jade, whom he had cherished so much.
He wouldn’t have said anything if that bastard had been the only one to accept all of grandfather’s perverted tastes. Besides, maybe if he’d been younger. Right before he died, he was forty-six or forty-seven, I think.
Fucking bastard. Good riddance.
A strange smile played on Gwak Tan’s face.
He didn’t want to think about that bastard on such a good day, so he quickly shook him from his mind.
Having projected himself onto his grandfather, Gwak Tan found it painful to see his grandfather looking particularly drained. So for this party at least, he planned to provide all sorts of stimulating play for his thoroughly deflated grandfather.
That’s why he spent over seven months recruiting party crew members. He took the unprecedented risk of conducting interviews, and selected seven people—not the best, but close to it. Seven people who were spitting images of Jade and Cha Jongsu.
He also prepared the others at the highest level—those who would thoroughly tease, fuck, and get fucked by those seven, along with grandfather the host and the guests. Even dead Cha Jongsu would probably be so fucking jealous he’d jump out of his grave.
A smile naturally played on his lips.
Then he frowned at the thought of Gwak Jun, who looked like a toad.
Despite being a bastard with nothing worth looking at, Gwak Jun was someone who was just as obsessed with this party as Gwak Tan was.
Gwak Jun, three years younger than Gwak Tan, was the eldest son of his maternal uncle, who was a concubine’s son. Unlike himself, he was a legitimate grandson, not a maternal grandson. Yet somehow he was a deficient bastard.
Gwak Jun’s father had inherited grandfather’s intelligence, spoke with a silver tongue, and even inherited his tall stature and build perfectly, but only Gwak Jun took after the wrong side. Gwak Tan had also taken after his mother’s side, but since his mother was grandfather’s biological child, it had actually become an advantage—the complete opposite. Forget eloquence, his mental processing was slow, and above all, his height was fucking tiny.
Naturally grandfather didn’t like him. He openly ostracized him to the point of grimacing whenever he saw Gwak Jun. The more that happened, the more desperately Gwak Jun struggled to win grandfather’s favor, but he only received attention about the size of a mosquito.
It was perhaps natural that such a Gwak Jun would stake everything on this project.
When grandfather learned that his grandsons were planning his eightieth birthday celebration, he declared he would make a major announcement. Since rumors were rampant that this major announcement was related to inheritance, there was no way the greedy Gwak Jun would sit still. A thoroughly ordinary bastard who only liked women stuck his nose in hoping to grab something.
When he begged to participate as a guest despite his status and was flatly rejected, he desperately squeezed into the crew recruitment that Gwak Tan was so enthusiastic about. He hired brokers behind Gwak Tan’s back to gather candidates.
Whether he knew or didn’t know it was an extremely dangerous thing, he openly poked around here and there, nearly driving him crazy. Of course, thanks to that, he did find two really decent crew members, but that didn’t mean he had any intention of forgiving him for this.
How dare that fucking bastard stick his nose in someone else’s rice bowl.
He ground his teeth.
Gwak Tan pressed the play button again.
On the screen was a guy a hundred times better and younger than Cha Jongsu diligently sucking another guy’s cock.
“What a waste. Tsk.”
He smacked his lips.
They had said no masturbation for a week, but he couldn’t hold it in and pulled that shit in the bathroom. Rules were rules, so even though it was a waste, he had to be eliminated.
Two eliminations in just one day—this was no small loss.
After thoroughly enjoying the oral sex of the two bastards for a while, Gwak Tan pressed the button.
“Drag them out.”
The manager who heard Gwak Tan’s order relayed it in real-time to another manager.
“The bastards couldn’t resist.”
Gwak Tan announced the elimination of the two crew members in the group chat with only the guests.
Then his phone vibrated repeatedly.
Kim Taehyun, a guest and Gwak Tan’s friend, shared an enlarged screenshot captured from the video just moments ago.
[Adios]
[But is that bastard’s cock big, or is the bastard sucking it have a small mouth?]
[Fuck, how good must it have tasted for the cock size to shrinkekekeke]
[Crazy. Look at those veins]
[If he was going to get eliminated anyway, should’ve fucked his ass too]
Rather than conversation, everyone just said what they wanted to say.
[You refilling?]
Kim Taehyun asked.
[Of course we have to]
Gwak Tan posted photos of candidates to fill the spots of the two eliminated people along with a voting form in the group chat.
The voting was completed in an instant.
[You all really don’t work, do you]
Gwak Tan checked the voting results sarcastically.
The quality was definitely lower than the original members, but they were good enough to play with.
Anyway, only the best would be deployed for the main game.
He pressed the button again to inform the manager of the results. Soon two of the candidates waiting on basement level 1 would be called up to ground level.
Gwak Tan replayed the video from the beginning.
His briefly dormant genitals grew in size from the sounds coming from the screen and the heat felt below.
Everyone must be masturbating while watching that video. Or maybe they’d already called someone to make them suck. Just like himself right now.
Gwak Tan grabbed the hair of the person crouched between his legs. Then a faint moan flowed from the lips sucking his cock, and soon they gathered their lips even more firmly and sucked even more voraciously for Gwak Tan.
“Fuck, this is life.”
He moaned while burying his body in the chair.
