It was Number 3.
Number 3 sat in a somewhat slouched posture with his police cap in hand. Because he wasn’t wearing the hat, his handsome face was fully revealed.
The instructor’s face lit up after confirming who it was.
“Oh my, yes. Yes. Of course it works. But we didn’t call it piss, what did we say? Honey collection. Honey collection. Remember well. Anyway, wait, let me prepare a bit.”
The instructor rattled off his words quickly, then made a fuss by pretending to fix his hair even while wearing the black mask.
“I showed you all a demonstration of honey collection in front of everyone. So you all have to do it like me. Police officer there. You understood what I meant properly, right?”
Even though his expression couldn’t be seen, the instructor’s voice conveyed how delighted he was.
Everyone was excited at the imagination that Number 3, of all people, would expose his genitals and piss in front of everyone.
Jiwon was grateful rather than excited.
Number 3 stood up with an indifferent expression and strode toward the platform.
Unlike his slouched posture, his movements had no excess. The fact that his posture was particularly angular for a civilian, too.
Career soldier? Police?
He had heard there might be another undercover besides himself. When Jiwon asked who it was, the detective had curtly said it was classified and couldn’t be answered, but subtly mentioned that just in case, he should confirm with any suspicious guys on the last day.
The tone had been so light he’d thought it was a joke, but was it real?
But he soon shook his head.
For that, Number 3 was excessively young. At most twenty-four—no matter how desperate they were, would they have sent such a youngster to a death trap?
On the other hand, if it was that person, the possibilities were endless.
Jiwon smiled bitterly thinking of the detective who sent him here.
Whoever Number 3 was, for now he was busy putting out the fire that had fallen on his own feet. He could only hope that the instructor would be completely smitten with Number 3 and forget all about Jiwon’s matter.
When the tall Number 3 stepped onto the platform, his lower body could be seen clearly even from seated positions. Nevertheless, there were many who stood up or raised their heads here and there, and because of that, complaints to please stay still burst out simultaneously.
“Now now, everyone calm down. Hey, you can see well without raising your head, can’t you? Those wearing police caps over there. If you have any conscience, take off your hats. Oh my, these kids have no mercy.”
The instructor organized the noisy auditorium with his characteristic speech.
“Then shall we begin? Handsome police officer!”
When the instructor gave the signal, Number 3 unbuckled his belt and without any hesitation, removed his pants completely. Like Jiwon, he wore black T-panties, and the shape of his genitals was fully revealed through his particularly thick front panel.
At Number 3’s undressing, not only applause but cheers and whistles erupted. Everyone acted as if Number 3 was a stripper. But Number 3 didn’t care about such reactions and lowered his panties with a relaxed expression.
When his genitals were revealed, cheers close to screams rang out. It was enough to make ears sting.
“Fuck, that’s no joke?”
Park Geonwu gulped down his saliva.
He could see Gwak Hyeseong’s body leaning forward.
Son of a bitch.
Jiwon glared at the back of Gwak Hyeseong’s head, then turned his gaze to Number 3. Like the other crew members, he cheered for Number 3. It was the right atmosphere for it.
It was more explicit than imagined. Nevertheless, Number 3 pulled off ‘honey collection’ quite sophisticatedly. Naturally the reaction was enthusiastic. Even Park Geonwu, who Jiwon had believed showed similar reactions to himself until now, couldn’t gather his wits, saying ‘Crazy.’
Jiwon also pretended to like it, but his stomach churned.
They like this kind of thing?
He felt his mind becoming hazy.
The instructor praised Number 3, saying not only his dick but everything was perfect.
Number 3 had kicked off the start of honey collection. After that, everyone raised their hands.
Jiwon barely held back the nausea rising up.
***
Son Geonwoo was being clingy. After seeing Jiwon’s genitals, precisely after finishing honey collection, he was strangely proactive.
“I prefer that kind of thing over normal ones. It arouses my desire to conquer.”
He said this openly.
Saying it was good that Jiwon had abnormal genitals.
“Fucking bastard. Can you say anything you want?”
Jiwon spat out harsh words without realizing it, then belatedly thought, Oh no.
Kim Jiwon would never have reacted like that.
The problem was that Son Geonwoo was more stimulated by Jiwon’s intense reaction.
“Hyung, you know you’re sexier now than when you’re docile? Wow, fuck. This is amazing. I told you I have an eye for people.”
“That…, I’m sorry for cursing. It’s an inferiority complex… as you know… it’s, sensitive…”
When he deliberately apologized in a stumbling manner to remedy the situation, Son Geonwoo’s face contorted.
“Ah, fuck. I said I fucking liked it until just now. What’s with you, killing the mood.”
He got angry, rapidly running his palm over his head.
It was sudden.
Was he originally like this?
He flinched in surprise.
When with Park Geonwu, he seemed like an easygoing guy no less than Park Geonwu. He’d never gotten angry or given off a sharp feeling. He was surprisingly sociable too.
But when they were alone for the first time, he revealed his true nature.
Maybe it was because he was overly excited.
Originally, people were bound to be influenced by emotions, and especially if he was an ex-convict like Son Geonwoo, even more so.
Because they’d been continuously exposed to a stimulating atmosphere from the moment they woke up this morning until now, not only Son Geonwoo but most of the crew were excited. Jiwon was also excited in a different sense.
You could tell just by how the curse “fucking bastard” came out first at Son Geonwoo’s genital comment.
Even though his mood had gone to extremes in a short moment, Son Geonwoo wasn’t sorry or embarrassed.
“Hyung, do it with me. You have to do it with me first.”
He wanted to extract a promise.
“When the ban is lifted after a week, let’s do it. You have to suck my dick first.”
He gripped Jiwon’s arm.
Fucking bastard, strong too.
Jiwon was surprised by the grip strength digging into his forearm, but was secretly pleased to get a chance to assess this guy’s strength in advance. With this much strength, it seemed he could handle him alone sufficiently. Honestly, more than enough.
Of course, in case of emergency, when danger struck.
Anyway, if they were going to have sex, pushing back was meaningless. It was better to just suck and get fucked.
“…Okay. I will.”
Jiwon deliberately lowered his eyes and reluctantly agreed with the unconfident gestures that Son Geonwoo didn’t like.
Then Son Geonwoo seemed deflated. As if something wasn’t to his liking, he clicked his tongue and said, ‘Let’s go, hyung.’
He dragged Jiwon along.
As if he were some kind of trophy.
“He’s starting again.”
Park Geonwu pointed to the low-pressure Son Geonwoo.
“What?”
“That bastard has bipolar disorder. I thought it was strange that his good mood lasted long.”
Park Geonwu grumbled.
“Ah…, really?”
Bipolar disorder.
Only then did he understand Son Geonwoo’s reaction from earlier a little.
“I think he’s taking medication here too, but still be careful. When he really loses it sometimes, you really can’t stop him.”
Park Geonwu advised.
Jiwon looked at Son Geonwoo.
Was it a result of his father’s abuse?
Useless curiosity arose.
Following the morning, the same education began in the afternoon.
He still wasn’t adapted to this situation, but there were advantages in its own way. Thanks to honey collection, Jiwon was pushed out of his colleagues’ attention. Except for Son Geonwoo, no one seemed to look at Jiwon with sexual eyes.
“He’s just cute, so what. I don’t care about that stuff.”
Son Geonwoo, whose mood had improved in the meantime, said with a grin.
Is he taking his medication properly?
He worried unnecessarily.
Fortunately, he wasn’t called aside or warned because of his conversation with Gwak Hyeseong. But being relieved was premature, and being overly conscious of wiretapping wasn’t good either. In many ways, it wasn’t easy to find mental balance.
It was better when I didn’t know anything.
Jiwon’s head throbbed.
“Are you sick?”
Park Geonwu, who had been loitering around waiting for the urge, asked.
“No. My arm’s a bit numb. It happens often.”
Jiwon smiled awkwardly while mentioning his arm that wasn’t even hurting.
Come to think of it, the effect of the three pills a day was surprisingly good. The time when he suffered because the pain didn’t subside even with narcotic painkillers felt like a dream. If he got out of here later, he definitely had to get it prescribed, so he should ask the doctor the name of the new drug.
“Gwak Hyeseong, that bastard gives me chills.”
“Why?”
He pretended not to know and asked.
“Why? That bastard said the scarf ring is bugged.”
“Ah… I heard that too.”
He’d suspected, but it wasn’t just him who was asked.
“He told you too? Fucking bastard, if you’re going to do it, do it in advance. I thought he was a psychopath when he said that while smiling.”
Park Geonwu shuddered.
Only after hearing that Kim Yunho and other crew members had been subjected to the same thing by Gwak Hyeseong could Jiwon feel a little relieved.
“There was a reason everyone hates that bastard. Let’s be careful.”
Park Geonwu cleverly fiddled with Jiwon’s scarf ring, pretending to adjust it. As if theirs couldn’t be trusted either. He sent a meaningful look to Jiwon.
The second honey collection took longer than expected.
Only a third barely passed the instructor’s strict standards. Jiwon and Park Geonwu were on the failed side.
“There will be a final honey collection scheduled from 8 PM to 9 PM tonight, so everyone come fully prepared.”
At the instructor’s words, Jiwon was daunted.
“Fuck. Can’t even piss freely.”
Park Geonwu, who had been more proactive about ‘honey collection’ than anyone, complained.
“But doesn’t that hurt?”
On the way to the pool, Park Geonwu asked Jiwon.
That must mean his genitals.
“No. It’s okay now.”
“It hurt at first, right?”
“…Yes. For over a year.”
“A whole year? You must have suffered.”
Park Geonwu felt sorry as if it were his own matter.
“At least it doesn’t hurt now.”
He patted his shoulder.
The more he knew him, the better a person he was. At least until now.
Son Geonwoo was a murderer suffering from bipolar disorder.
Then what risk did Park Geonwu carry?
He hoped Park Geonwu at least was just a young man who simply liked sex. That way his own heart would be a bit more comfortable.
Somehow his steps toward the pool felt extremely heavy.
Clearly until yesterday he’d been full of anticipation, but with the two ‘honey collections’ in the morning and afternoon and the incident with Son Geonwoo, he felt like all the energy had been drained from his body.
Unfortunately, only Jiwon felt that way. Everyone genuinely enjoyed it. Even Park Geonwu and Kim Yunho.
Even though Jiwon acted with all his might like he enjoyed it, it seemed to show.
“You don’t like it, do you?”
Park Geonwu asked.
“What?”
“Stuff like golden showers.”
Thankfully, he waited until they were alone to ask the question.
“Ah…, did it seem that way?”
“Yes. It seemed that way.”
Park Geonwu replied playfully.
“Did it show a lot?”
When Jiwon worried,
“No. Not that much. I only noticed because I’m close to you—Yunho, that bastard thinks you like it too.”
And he reassured him.
Park Geonwu, at least as observed until now, was a very good person, but it was still too early to reveal his inner thoughts.
“The thing is, hyung, it’s not that I don’t like it.”
“Then?”
“It’s just, doing it in front of a lot of people is a bit hard to adapt to…”
He trailed off.
Then Park Geonwu made an ‘oh right’ expression.
“You said you were closeted, right?”
“…Yes.”
“Your whole life?”
Jiwon slowly nodded.
“I was wondering. Honestly, I was a bit concerned. All the kids gathered here are crazy about sex, but you didn’t seem to like it, so I had all sorts of thoughts like did you come by force? Are you a heterosexual who came reluctantly for money? But I was being short-sighted.”
Park Geonwu’s expression brightened considerably.
“It must have been hard hiding it.”
Then he consoled him with sincerity.
The person who should have received consolation wasn’t me but that kid, Jiwon smiled bitterly.
