In front, four interviewers sat at a long table, awaiting Jiwon. They were Weasel, Monkey, and Horn-Rimmed Glasses. Weasel and Monkey, who had definitely looked like third-rate gangsters during the interview, looked like ordinary office workers, perhaps because they were dressed in black suits like Jiwon.
And sitting among the three of them was a man who resembled a toad, with blurry features. He looked to be in his mid-thirties at most, and was a man who strangely evoked disgust. The man, who had a build close to obese, had the most indifferent expression of the three.
Would he have to insert the dildo in front of them?
The thought made him dizzy.
“Thank you for coming. Please take a seat.”
Weasel said politely. His previously crude manner of speaking had changed 180 degrees.
When the flustered Jiwon continued to stand, Weasel stretched out his hand and pointed to a chair. It was a close distance of about 2 meters from the interviewers, and he could also see a small side table. On top of it were a water bottle and a cup.
Jiwon straightened his appearance and went to sit in the chair.
“I’ll get straight to the questions. Did you do an enema before coming?”
Before he could even catch his breath, Monkey asked bluntly. Compared to before, he was extremely businesslike and polite.
He became curious about Weasel and Monkey’s real identities. But now was the time to focus on the interview.
“Yes. I did.”
Jiwon, who answered somewhat late, tried to be calm.
“And you properly understand what you have to do here?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Have you ever had experience inserting a cock into your anus?”
This time Weasel asked. The face of the person asking such an explicit question was so calm that the atmosphere felt like he was asking, “Did you have breakfast?”
They’re asking this openly like this?
It was Jiwon who was flustered instead.
“…Yes. I have.”
He barely answered, squeezing out his voice.
“Are you homosexual?”
Whether Jiwon was flustered or not, the questions continued.
“…If I had to categorize it, I’m bisexual.”
The more flustered he became, the more his true self could emerge, so he was as careful as possible.
I am Kim Jiwon.
He recited the magic spell.
“Ah, bisexual.”
Someone among the three, excluding the toad-like man, muttered this.
“How much experience do you have? Please tell us in terms like how many times per week or per month. Excluding masturbation, just the number of times you had sex.”
Finally Horn-Rimmed Glasses stepped in.
The intensity of the questions grew stronger. Honestly, Jiwon, who hadn’t expected to be asked such questions in this environment, was quite flustered, and heat rose not just to his face but throughout his entire body.
Crazy bastards.
He tried his best to calm his mind and not be swayed by their unusual interview method.
“Well… before the accident, I did it about 1 or 2 times a month, and after the accident, about three times… I did.”
I masturbated more than that though…
He added as if making an excuse.
Weasel whispered to Monkey, saying that’s too few. Monkey nodded lightly, then looked at Jiwon.
“Your number of sexual encounters seems quite low—is there a particular reason?”
It was a tone close to reproach, implying that at least for his age, and moreover as a bisexual who could also do it with men, shouldn’t he be doing it more than that to be normal?
“Well… actually, my father was quite strict, and I… didn’t have many friends…. I also had a girlfriend….”
He deliberately trailed off at the end.
An expression that said they understood more than enough crossed the faces of Weasel and Monkey listening to Jiwon’s rather obvious excuse.
“A closet case, then?”
“…Yes.”
He bowed his head deeply as if he’d committed a crime.
“Then let me ask differently. Mr. Kim Jiwon, do you like sex?”
Monkey treated him a bit more familiarly.
Whether he asked differently or not, it was still a question related to sex. At 10 a.m., and moreover in an ordinary office, exchanging these questions with men who looked like ordinary office workers didn’t feel like reality right now. It seemed like he wouldn’t even dream like this.
What else can I do but adapt?
“Yes. …I like it.”
He answered firmly, steadying his mind.
“How much?”
“…A lot.”
Monkey let out a small laugh.
“Not like that. Please be specific. If you hadn’t had your father and girlfriend, how much do you think you would have done it?”
“Every day.”
“Even now?”
He asked this while gesturing at Jiwon’s lower body with his eyes.
It was asking if he was like that even in his current condition.
“Yes…. My desire has become stronger than when I was normal.”
He brazenly lied. Then the three people’s hands became busy.
“What’s your preferred position?”
Horn-Rimmed Glasses asked.
“Doggy style.”
As if the answer wasn’t satisfactory, Horn-Rimmed Glasses furrowed his brow.
Toad yawned loudly. His expression said he was bored to death.
“Is penetration possible?”
Monkey took the baton.
Toad’s gaze turned to Jiwon’s lower body. He looked Jiwon over with a disgusting gaze. Somehow, even though he was wearing a suit, he felt like he was naked.
“Well. I haven’t tried, so… I’m not sure.”
“Can you not get an erection at all?”
Weasel asked back with a quite serious face.
“No. …It’s possible.”
“Really? That’s fortunate despite the misfortune.”
Weasel smiled.
“Oh my, if he can get an erection, penetration is possible anytime. Whether the partner is satisfied or not is another matter. Right?”
Monkey said, looking around at everyone. Somehow he seemed to be trying to help Jiwon pass.
“You don’t have problems urinating either, right?”
Monkey again.
“No.”
“What about ejaculation?”
“It’s possible.”
Encouraged by Monkey’s support, Jiwon answered quickly.
“Perfect, then. Okay. That’s enough questions about the cock.”
Monkey wrapped things up.
His lips dried up over nothing. Should I drink water? He glanced down at the side table, when—
“How did your cock end up like that?”
Horn-Rimmed Glasses asked casually in his characteristic mechanical tone.
I wondered why they weren’t asking, and now that question comes.
“Well, that’s… from an accident.”
“Don’t gloss over it roughly and tell us the exact circumstances.”
He was relentless, like an interrogation.
Toad, who had been yawning repeatedly, looked at Jiwon with a curious gaze for the first time.
Jiwon made a troubled expression, then opened his mouth with difficulty.
“…It was a motorcycle accident.”
He shook his head as if he never wanted to think about it again. After pausing for a moment, he continued.
“The motorcycle got crushed and became sharp like a knife, and I happened to fall on top of it. Actually, I lost consciousness during the accident, so I have no memory of it at all. When I woke up, I heard that my cock had been severed and they’d urgently sutured it.”
Oh no. Weasel sighed, and Monkey grimaced as if his own cock had been severed.
Horn-Rimmed Glasses, who’d actually asked the question, was busy writing something down.
Toad, who’d been showing interest, picked at his ear as if Jiwon’s answer was unsatisfactory. It seemed he’d been expecting something more stimulating.
Son of a bitch.
He cursed inwardly.
“Do you have any STDs?”
“Pardon?”
“AIDS, syphilis, gonorrhea.”
Weasel specified.
“No. I don’t have anything like that.”
“So you’re saying you have other things. Right?”
Monkey chimed in.
“…I did have something before.”
Jiwon answered in a voice that crawled in on itself.
Monkey nodded and said, “If you’re a man, it’s normal to get them.”
“The details will all come out when we test you. What about infectious diseases?”
“Infectious diseases? If you mean a cold…”
“Not that. Tuberculosis, hepatitis.”
“I don’t have those.”
He could be certain of that.
“Good. Very good.”
Satisfaction spread across Monkey’s face as he scribbled something on his tablet PC. Throughout the interview, he’d been the most favorable toward Jiwon among the three.
“I think we’ve asked all the questions.”
Monkey looked back at Weasel and Horn-Rimmed Glasses as if seeking agreement, making eye contact with each one.
It’s finally over.
The moment he tried to breathe a sigh of relief, Monkey clasped his hands on the desk. He stared intently at Jiwon as if he had something to say.
What on earth is he going to say? He swallowed hard.
“If, hypothetically, you make it to the final selection, how far are you willing to go?”
He raised his eyebrows, unable to grasp the intent of the question.
“What kind of work it is… I still…”
He trailed off.
He gave off the nuance of asking how he could answer when he didn’t even know exactly what this interview was for.
Monkey smiled knowingly, as if he’d expected this.
“In other words, Mr. Kim Jiwon, you came all this way because you’re willing to insert a dildo, right? Actually, the number of interviewees who turned back in front of that iron door is countless. But Mr. Kim Jiwon, you came in. What I’m curious about is whether you’re only willing to insert the dildo just for money, or whether you came with something beyond that in mind. So I’m asking whether Mr. Kim Jiwon came here with the goal of final selection.”
Beyond dildo insertion. Final selection.
While listening to Monkey’s words, Jiwon gradually swelled with anticipation. He might have asked the same question to others, but he could have asked it after the dildo insertion. And yet, the fact that he specifically asked him seemed to definitely have a different meaning.
Is he finally going to talk about that party?
He clasped his trembling hands tightly together.
“Well, perhaps… are you talking about prostitution or filming adult content?”
Jiwon deliberately acted ambiguous, as if he didn’t understand the intent of the question.
“If that’s how you understood it, we have nothing to say, but if we just needed someone for simple prostitution, we wouldn’t have held interviews paying that much money. Right?”
Before he could even finish speaking, Monkey cut him off.
“If you go to Itaewon or Jongno, there are plenty of people who’ll do it for free. Well, if you want someone with a decent face, you can choose from celebrity wannabes or unknown celebrities. That doesn’t cost much, less than you’d think.”
His tone was somewhat frustrated.
As Monkey said, finding sex partners had certainly become easier. There was also plenty of prostitution disguised as dating. You just had to conveniently download an application.
The cost was at most around 50,000 to 100,000 won, and at most around 300,000 won even if you paid a lot.
Han Seoho had said he’d met sex partners through apps since he was young, so that was already a story from nearly 10 years ago.
“Mr. Kim Jiwon, there’s a reason we’re spending time and money to find people, isn’t there?”
Monkey said this much and paused.
Jiwon licked his dry lips repeatedly with his tongue, waiting for the next part.
“If, hypothetically, you could work with us for exactly 3 weeks and earn 700 million won, would you do it? To be precise, it’s 2 weeks of preparation, 1 week of actual work, a total of 3 weeks.”
Three weeks? 700 million?
Jiwon was dumbfounded. He couldn’t understand it, as if he’d heard a foreign language.
First of all, the amount they mentioned was excessively large.
Moreover, 3 weeks. As far as Jiwon knew, it was at most two days, and even if long, it ended in three days. But they said three weeks.
“You don’t need to feel burdened. It’s a kind of sex party. But this time, it’s a really important event that needs a lot of preparation. I don’t know if this comparison fits, but should we call it the Olympics of the sex world?”
As if reading Jiwon’s mind, Monkey kindly provided additional explanation. When he said the word Olympics, he even showed pride. It was ridiculous to bring up the Olympics for a mere sex party of sodomites, but he didn’t show it.
