They’d clearly said twenty-nine people, but somehow one person was missing. He vaguely thought it was probably either someone joining late or someone who gave up at the last minute.
The lookalikes he’d been most curious about before joining the project were unique to Jiwon’s team. The appearance of team members other than Crew Zero was diverse.
Basically, everyone was decent-looking, and there were quite a few men who were noticeably handsome or pretty. The average height was around 180cm for the team Jiwon belonged to, which was on the short side, while the rest seemed to be at least 185cm. Among them, about eight appeared to be well over 190cm.
Needless to say, their physiques and builds were all good. Burly guys who seemed to have only eaten and built muscle were common.
Jiwon never imagined his 182cm self would look petite, so this situation was somehow uncomfortable.
Do I have to get crushed by those things?
Even though he’d come prepared to be on the bottom, he felt a sense of crisis.
If only my dick wasn’t like that…
He shook his head.
Aren’t there guys with smaller dicks than me among them? I got selected, so aren’t there other dick-cripples who are only impressive on the outside? While having such trivial thoughts and looking over the faces of the twenty-seven one by one, the auditorium doors opened again.
The three Team Leaders entered first, and behind them, familiar figures were visible.
It was Horn-rimmed Glasses and Weasel. He was inexplicably glad to see them after only a few encounters.
Horn-rimmed Glasses stepped onto the platform. Then, red letters saying “Precautions” appeared on the large screen.
All content mentioned here is top secret and must never be disclosed to outsiders
The lights in the auditorium went out.
The screen glowed, displaying the words “Crew Conduct Guidelines.”
The real orientation had begun.
The orientation that lasted a full three hours ended around sunset.
“This concludes the orientation.”
With these words, the lights came on.
The auditorium was as silent as a tomb. Not even a sigh could be heard.
“Lastly, I’ll give you a chance to leave here. Those who wish to leave, please come out of the great auditorium when you hear the whistle sound in exactly 15 minutes. As long as you keep the confidentiality pledge, there will be no disadvantages.”
Horn-rimmed Glasses emphasized in a mechanical voice.
Jiwon was somewhat dumbfounded.
The “Crew Conduct Guidelines” that continued for three hours was flawless, befitting a secretly held sex party. Enough to be convinced that anyone invited to such a party would fork over a huge sum of money.
Of course, that perfect party required someone’s sacrifice and effort. Namely, us gathered here—the Crew.
The Crew didn’t just serve as sex partners. They had to handle serving throughout the party, and since they weren’t the kind of servers used in regular society, they had to separately learn dining etiquette, serving etiquette, and terminology appropriate for the party.
Naturally, they had to diet and exercise—including gym and swimming—to manage their appearance and physique throughout the training camp and party period, and they couldn’t skip skin care and massages either. They even meticulously explained things down to using dental floss and tongue cleaners.
What can be said about the most important thing—sex?
Crew members were people who had to prioritize customer satisfaction over their own. Therefore, they not only had to execute and master various positions but also had to know how to use their mouths, hands, holes, and dicks more skillfully than anyone else.
The talk about sex was endless. Disgustingly detailed. Especially when it came to dangers they might experience during the party, he even felt a sense of alarm, wondering if he’d thought about this too complacently.
Not just Jiwon, but most of those sitting here seemed to feel that way. Sighs erupted from here and there the moment Horn-rimmed Glasses mentioned hazard pay.
Horn-rimmed Glasses informed them of the risk factors in his characteristically mechanical tone. Hernias, bleeding, STD infections—hazard pay was assigned to all risks that could occur during sex, and very occasionally, if they were really unlucky enough to suffer serious assault from a Guest, they would also receive hazard pay.
Naturally, he emphasized that the best security personnel and medical staff were always on standby and they would prevent unfortunate incidents as much as possible. He said there was no need to worry much since they could receive treatment immediately upon injury, excluding STD infections, but he gave off the nuance that such incidents were common.
Of course, it wasn’t all just danger lurking.
The carrot and stick principle.
Namely, additional allowances. Guests could freely shower tips on servers. The minimum tip amount was 1 million won, and they could receive anywhere from several hundred to several thousand, occasionally even up to 100 million won.
But it would be disappointing if that were the only carrot, right?
It was selection. In other words, the moment they were selected by a Guest, they received additional compensation, which was naturally money. 10 million won immediately upon selection. An additional 10 million won for each time the Guest came.
So if they were selected by a Guest and made him come three times, they would receive a total of 40 million won as a bonus just for one night.
Above all, if they caught the eye of the Host who organized this project, they would be given 100 million won as a bonus. Just catching his eye was 100 million won, and if they made him come, they would provide an additional 100 million won.
The hall instantly became noisy. Everyone’s eyes rolled at the talk of money.
If you just listened to Horn-rimmed Glasses, both the Host and Guests were no different from geese laying golden eggs. Everyone would struggle desperately to catch their eyes somehow.
Unintentionally, everyone gathered here was a competitor.
Jiwon felt like he’d go crazy with curiosity about both the Host who organized this project and the invited Guests.
Did they approach that kid in this way too?
Did they buy favor by throwing around such absurdly large sums of money?
I’ll see it clearly with these two eyes.
He clenched his fist.
Finally, Horn-rimmed Glasses assured them that “the money you’ll receive is absolutely legitimate money with no issues.” He told them it was money they didn’t need to pay taxes on, and that crypto accounts opened in each person’s name would be provided tomorrow morning. He added that they could immediately buy and sell on exchanges and could cash out in real time. He said they would perfectly compensate for losses according to crypto price fluctuations, and cheers erupted when he mentioned that although it wasn’t originally planned, 10 million won as an admission bonus would be deposited into their accounts.
The atmosphere that had been unsettled to the point of sinking when talking about hazard pay changed 180 degrees when moving on to talk of additional allowances and bonuses. Everyone listened with flushed faces as if they’d become fervent followers of a cult leader.
Jiwon also cheered loudly.
He felt ecstatic with anticipation that he could finally achieve his real purpose.
Even if it meant dying here, he would find that bastard who made that kid and himself like this and get revenge, and furthermore, he intended to expose every single crime of the humans who planned and held this garbage-like project and make sure they could never do such things again.
Jiwon hadn’t entered this death trap without any information.
First, he knows the identity of Toad, suspected of planning and hosting this project. The short, ugly man he first met during the final interview.
Gwak Jun. CEO of KW Trading. Thirty-two years old. KW Trading was ostensibly an ordinary import-export company based in China, but was actually a ghost company with no proper imports.
Gwak Jun was a figure rumored to be as unlikable in personality as his appearance, a bastard with lots of money but no ability whatsoever. Contrary to expectations, he wasn’t a sodomite but someone crazy about women.
And the person who rode the Maybach was Michael Hansu Kim, Korean name Kim Hansu. Thirty-five years old, confirmed to be maternal cousins with Gwak Jun. Just looking at his appearance, he was a man so tall and large in build that you wouldn’t think they shared the same bloodline at all. Unfortunately, being a third-generation Korean-American and not having a business like Gwak Jun, there was almost no personal information available about him in Korea.
Moreover, since it was openly known that he and Gwak Jun didn’t get along very well, assessments of his relationship with this project were generally negative. However, given what Han Seoho had said and that according to rumors, Kim Hansu was no ordinary pervert, opinions were being raised that he might not be entirely unconnected.
He also obtained information about one of the people Jiwon met during the interview. While digging into Gwak Jun, he learned that Weasel was Assistant Manager Jung Hyeonwook from Gwak Jun’s secretariat. He wondered how an ordinary office worker got involved in something like this, but since circumstances were detected of Gwak Jun personally paying off debts he’d incurred from crypto and stocks, it naturally made sense.
Thanks to Gwak Jun, he also discovered that KW Trading was receiving investment from the Japanese subsidiary of “KW Estate & Investment.” The subsidiary’s CEO was Gwak Jun’s father, Gwak Seok. It was the reason why the incompetent Gwak Jun was the respectable CEO of a trading company.
But as with this time too, they hit a wall at the top. Gwak Seok was a Korean resident of Japan, and the actual headquarters was in North America, with branch offices distributed across various regions including Japan, Southeast Asia, and South America, so they couldn’t narrow down the scope.
Above all, since there was no evidence to suspect these people of any crime, they were in no position to request information from Interpol.
For now, they were conducting the investigation focusing on Gwak Jun being the head, but honestly, they hadn’t found any incriminating evidence on Gwak Jun either. Both he and his company paid taxes so well that he’d even made it onto the model taxpayer list.
Would you understand if you swept out a warehouse full of dust but there wasn’t a single speck of dust?
Therefore, they needed another name. The owner of a warehouse that actually produces dust when swept, that is.
Beeeep—
Fifteen minutes later, with a huge electronic sound, the great auditorium doors opened.
Not a single person stood up.
