The early wake-up and morning exercise were tolerably manageable. He also adapted more easily than expected to the situation of having to exercise wearing only a T-panty. Perhaps having experienced all sorts of things in such a short time made even the exposure feel like nothing.
Except for a few fewer people ejaculating during exercise, the atmosphere in the fitness room was just as heated as yesterday, and the harsh looks directed at Jiwon’s broken genitals remained the same.
However, today, the third day of the camp, the Crew’s atmosphere completely changed.
The biggest impact came from going to the so-called “bank” and directly checking the coin account balance opened in their names. Those who nervously sold their coins right away, worried it might be a scam or cyber money, were moved to see cash deposited into their accounts, which had been close to negative, in real-time.
They cheered that they’d really hit the money jackpot.
It wasn’t just because of the mere ten million won, but because of the huge sum of 700 million won they would receive in the future. If prize money was given, some might end up pocketing over a billion won.
In the heightened atmosphere, the instructor who had spent over 3 hours yesterday praising the Crew and running his mouth about the advantages of this project appeared again.
The morning training was “Morning Table Setting” time. He naturally thought it would be about preparing guests’ breakfast, work that kitchen assistants or waiters would do, but it wasn’t.
It changed from boring and conventional education to extremely primitive and provocative content.
“Everyone, you weren’t hired here as waiters. Why would we use high-quality personnel for that kind of thing? Don’t worry about that.”
The instructor waved his hands dismissively.
“Yesterday I talked about the land flowing with milk and honey, remember?”
When someone deliberately shook their head, he laughed heartily, saying “You pranksters.”
“Because you’re young and pretty.”
The instructor, who was at most in his 40s, mentioned youth and beauty at every turn.
Somehow it felt like being brainwashed.
“Let’s get to the point. What color is milk?”
When there was no answer,
“Don’t you know?”
He asked back.
When someone jokingly said “yellow,”
“Aw, why are you all like this? Really.”
The instructor shuddered.
“Milky white.”
The instructor emphasized each syllable.
“Repeat after me. Milky white. Quickly!”
At the instructor’s urging, everyone repeated loudly as if they were elementary school students.
What’s that about? Laughter burst out in the hall.
“Milk is milky white. So among the things you have, what’s milky white? Oh my, you cunning things. Does just thinking about it make you that happy?”
Laughter burst out again.
“Right, semen. Then what color is honey? That’s right, yellow. We commonly call it a golden shower, right? Oh my. What’s wrong with you all? Never heard of it?”
The instructor rolled his eyes.
“Milk and honey are right inside your bodies. What’s the land? As I said yesterday, right here, this place. Additionally, the hosts and guests will become your sacred land.”
The instructor looked around at the Crew with proud eyes.
“Today’s the third day of abstinence, right? My goodness, how are you all enduring? If I don’t jerk off, I can’t end the day. You’re all amazing.”
The instructor absolutely never talked about money. He tried hard to give the feeling that they were voluntarily abstaining, without any nuance of enduring it because of money. He was no ordinary clever person. No, maybe it wasn’t the instructor but the person who planned this project who was clever.
Whatever it was, the more he listened to the lecture, the more a strange sense of pride arose.
Jiwon had to discipline himself several times to snap out of it.
The instructor continued talking about milk and honey with eloquent fluency and finally got to the main point.
“To be exact, it’s 11 days from now, but when the party starts, you’ll have an obligation to provide fresh milk and honey to the hosts and guests every morning. That’s ‘Morning Table Setting.’ Do you understand what I mean? Acting innocent again. It means you can jerk off every day, what else would it mean! Now, let’s start the real education.”
When the instructor clapped with a flashy gesture, the front door opened and a masked assistant came in pulling a trolley covered with white cloth.
The instructor, who deliberately dragged out the time, came down from the platform and removed the cloth from the trolley with characteristically exaggerated hand gestures.
On the trolley were several concave glass plates shaped like breasts and glass cups shaped like penises.
Those who recognized the penis burst into sporadic laughter.
The instructor very carefully lifted the penis-shaped glass cup.
“The cock’s pretty big, right?”
He flicked his tongue.
Jeers and uproarious laughter filled the grand auditorium.
Fuck. What is this?
Jiwon tried hard not to frown.
As the instructor’s lecture progressed, laughter and responses filled the lecture hall.
They freely talked about things they couldn’t openly reveal outside. Everyone liked it and openly showed that fact.
Jiwon felt like he alone had come to a different world.
In some ways, he was even envious.
If the world had a similar atmosphere to here, that kid wouldn’t have hidden his sexual orientation from his family until he died.
Then at least I could have known who he was dating, where he was going, what dangers he was exposed to if I wanted to know.
Could I have saved him then?
Jiwon firmly shook his head.
That kid’s death isn’t that simple.
At the jeering sounds, Jiwon returned to reality.
He didn’t hear what the instructor said earlier, but he could roughly guess what he’d said.
“And from now on, we won’t call piss piss, but will call it honey. Then what should we call the act of putting piss in this cup? Anyone want to guess?”
“Eating honey!”
“Wrong!”
“Honey harvest.”
“Close.”
“Honey collection.”
“Correct! Did you hear? It’s called ‘honey collection.’ Now, shall we all repeat it together? Ho. Ney. Col. Lec. Tion.”
The instructor looked around at the Crew carefully and emphasized each syllable. The Crew again shouted “honey collection” like elementary school students.
Even though he was wearing a mask, you could tell the instructor was smiling with satisfaction.
The instructor playfully ran his finger along the penis-shaped glass, and the Crew who saw it giggled.
“Ah, you really like it. Now, strike while the iron is hot, since we’re on the subject, we should collect honey, right? From now on, I’ll show you a demonstration, so everyone watch carefully.”
The instructor put down the penis-shaped glass cup and brought his hand to his suit pants zipper. Everyone thought it was a joke and laughed loudly. But it wasn’t a joke.
The instructor unhesitatingly unzipped his pants in front of everyone, then took off his pants and even his underwear, fully exposing his lower body.
Cheers, jeers, and applause filled the auditorium.
Jiwon was shocked. He’d studied all kinds of perverted acts before coming here, but he never thought he’d end up watching someone piss right in front of his eyes. And under the name of honey collection at that.
“Is that bastard crazy?”
Park Geonwu grumbled, but his face was smiling.
Looking around, most except Jiwon were enjoying the atmosphere. Jiwon also had no choice but to forcibly smile and join the atmosphere, but he didn’t watch it.
He just cursed whoever made this damn class and made an effort so that the other guys and the instructor wouldn’t notice that he wasn’t watching the instructor.
Anyway, the instructor really demonstrated in front of everyone and was proud of it.
Surely he’s not telling us to do the same as him.
But Jiwon’s ominous guess hit the mark.
“Now, you all should try it too, right?”
As soon as the instructor finished speaking, drinks and water were delivered through the assistant. The drinks were sports drinks.
“As a result of trying various drinks, this one came out the prettiest color.”
The instructor continued the education while still exposing his genitals.
“Now, everyone bottoms up. Execute.”
As soon as the drink bottles were delivered to all the Crew, the order was given.
Everyone cheerfully drank the beverage.
“I was hungry, so this is good.”
Park Geonwu, who was on a diet, was pleased, and Jiwon swallowed the drink with difficulty.
“Anyone who can piss now, raise your hand!”
Naturally there was none.
After breakfast, everyone had taken a break, and before entering the training, everyone had relieved themselves. It was also the team leader’s order, and they couldn’t help but urinate because of the booster and pills they drank before exercise, and the water.
A break time was given.
It was called a break, but they couldn’t go anywhere. They had to just kill time chatting in the auditorium until the urge came.
Gwak Hyeseong approached Jiwon, who was chatting with Park Geonwu, and acted friendly, but Park Geonwu blatantly ignored him and left. Thanks to that, Jiwon became Gwak Hyeseong’s conversation partner.
To others’ eyes, Jiwon might have looked like a kind person, but in reality, he wanted to talk directly with Gwak Hyeseong. More precisely, he was curious where he’d been before joining.
To win Gwak Hyeseong’s favor, Jiwon deliberately spoke informally and even made jokes he normally wouldn’t, telling him to be comfortable. While killing time with meaningless talk for a while, Gwak Hyeseong voluntarily brought up that he was glad to have joined.
Jiwon didn’t miss the opportunity.
“Speaking of which, where were you? You came so quickly.”
He asked in a deliberately casual tone.
“Ah…”
Gwak Hyeseong made a troubled expression and looked around.
“This is a secret.”
He whispered barely audibly.
“If it’s a secret, you don’t have to tell me. Don’t get in trouble.”
He acted concerned, but his true feelings were different.
I want to hear the answer whether the person in front of me gets in danger or not.
Was I such a despicable bastard?
He felt guilty, but his desire for revenge easily overcame his conscience.
“I’m curious, but if you really don’t want to answer, you don’t have to.”
Just saying this, he stood up from his seat.
He pretended to look for Park Geonwu and made a show of moving to another place.
“I was on basement level 1.”
Then Gwak Hyeseong quickly confessed.
So it was basement level 1 after all.
“Alone?”
Jiwon leaned forward and moved closer to Gwak Hyeseong.
“No. Including me, twelve people were on standby.”
Gwak Hyeseong whispered.
“There were twelve more who looked like us?”
He deliberately asked a stupid question.
Honestly, he was genuinely surprised by that number since he didn’t know as many as twelve were on standby below.
“No. Including me, there were only three on our team, and the rest…”
“What are you talking about so much?”
Then a black-masked figure suddenly came between Jiwon and Gwak Hyeseong.
The two, who never imagined the instructor would be nearby, were startled as if they’d seen a ghost.
“Seems like you were talking secrets.”
The instructor spoke jokingly, but his eyes looking at Gwak Hyeseong glinted sharply.
Gwak Hyeseong’s shoulders shrank.
“No. We were talking about the electric torture.”
Jiwon didn’t know where he got the courage, but he retorted as if challenging.
“Electric torture?”
The instructor raised his voice.
“Yes. That chastity device… The day this friend came…”
When he belatedly mumbled and trailed off, the instructor finally went “Ah.”
“I was saying he must have had a hard time from the first day…”
“Really? Did you two become pretty close?”
The instructor’s gaze fixed on Jiwon.
He sent suspicious eyes.
“…Yes.”
Jiwon lowered his eyes and hesitated.
The instructor stared at Jiwon for a long time, then turned his gaze to Gwak Hyeseong.
“How’s Sailor 5?”
“Yes?”
“How does it feel to join the project?”
“It’s great!”
“Good. Of course it should be good.”
The instructor squeezed Gwak Hyeseong’s shoulder tightly, then let go. Then he moved between other groups.
Phew.
Jiwon let out a sigh of relief.
He thought Gwak Hyeseong would be the same, but surprisingly, he smiled at Jiwon.
Somehow it gave him the creeps.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Because it’s fun.”
What is this bastard saying?
“Huh?”
Jiwon raised his eyebrow.
“I heard this records, and it seems to pick up well.”
Gwak Hyeseong pointed to his scarf ring.
Fuck. Why are you only saying that now?
Jiwon squeezed his eyes shut.
Is it a trap?
It might be.
Despicable bastard.
Gwak Hyeseong wasn’t being ostracized for no reason. Not knowing this, he mistakenly thought Gwak wanted to look good to him. He misunderstood that he was playing with Gwak Hyeseong.
Jiwon glared at Gwak Hyeseong and distanced himself from him.
Then he replayed the conversation from earlier.
How did I speak?
Was my attitude very different from usual?
Did I speak like Yoon Jiwon instead of Kim Jiwon?
How did it sound to them?
Fuck, fuck. Fuck.
He cursed himself for acting too hastily.
He felt stupid for not anticipating wiretapping at all even though he knew CCTVs were running everywhere. He should have suspected all the equipment worn on his body.
Jiwon fidgeted restlessly, touching his scarf ring and bracelet.
Please let it be nothing serious, please let me not be the only one who asked Gwak Hyeseong the same question. But despite Jiwon’s wishes, the instructor’s gaze often landed on Jiwon.
He tried not to show signs of nervousness, but it didn’t work well. Cold sweat ran down his temples, and even his palms were damp.
When the instructor approached the assistant and said something, he could see the assistant hurriedly leave through the door.
It felt like his throat was being squeezed.
That’s when a savior appeared.
“Instructor! May I piss?”
Someone shouted loudly, so everyone’s eyes turned that way.
