Day 4
Three people were expelled overnight.
The swimming pool had been the source of trouble. It was a night so stimulating that even Jiwon wanted to masturbate—how much more so for the others?
Among the three who packed their bags, one was a Sailor and two were Muzzles.
Surprisingly, the police officers were holding up well.
That was somewhat suspicious. From what Jiwon had directly experienced and heard, ex-convicts were exactly the kind of bastards who were blind to sex. Yet they endured and held out.
He’d have to wait and see what was going on.
The insufficient numbers were quickly replenished just like with Lee Woojoo’s case, so the Crew’s total still remained at twenty-nine.
Last night at 10 PM, Jiwon had fallen asleep as if knocked out and woke up at 6 AM without any difficulty. Afterward, he did a 2-hour fasted workout in the fitness room according to the schedule, and finished his meal after a quick shower.
During the rest time given after breakfast, instead of chatting over coffee, they received skin care and scalp massages by team.
Then they moved to the training hall at the somewhat late time of 10:30 AM.
Instead of the Instructor who had led the honey collection, Department Head Kim stood on the podium.
As soon as the Crew members entered the auditorium, they each received a chastity belt from the masked figures standing beside Department Head Kim. Park Geonwu’s complexion turned pale. On the other hand, the Muzzles enthusiastically welcomed Department Head Kim. The police officers also seemed pleased.
Jiwon… secretly looked forward to it.
How could he forget that stimulation from back then?
The chastity belt fitting was done just as before—by team, with the Team Leader and team members watching, and the Team Leader presented the key to Department Head Kim.
However, contrary to some expectations, Department Head Kim did nothing.
He just silently glared at the Crew members.
Tsk. He clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“Today you’ll live wearing the chastity belts. Once you experience firsthand how uncomfortable it is, you won’t do it again.”
Then he left the auditorium.
Everyone welcomed the Instructor while wearing white chastity belts that were no different from diapers over their naked lower bodies.
The Instructor entering the auditorium flinched in surprise and stopped, then looked around the audience before laughing heartily. He barely made it to the podium while clutching his waist.
“Oh my, oh my, what’s all this?”
He still giggled.
“I’m jealous, so jealous. How did you all end up ejaculating just from swimming naked? Well, it would’ve been strange not to be tempted by dildos on a night like that.”
The Instructor smacked his lips.
“But why white of all colors? Anyway, our Department Head Kim has no aesthetic sense. This is why art is necessary.”
The Instructor, who had badmouthed Department Head Kim, immediately began the lesson.
“The chastity belts are a bit annoying, but first let’s do what we need to do.”
Just like yesterday, the Assistant brought ion drinks and water bottles.
“I heard you got massages and your faces are glowing. Can I touch them?”
The Instructor deliberately came down from the podium and touched the face of Sailor 2, Kim Yunho, sitting in the front row with his finger.
“Oh my, oh my, look how my finger slides. Oh my goodness, it’s completely baby skin, this one.”
He praised exaggeratedly.
“Anyway, since it takes some time for honey to come out, shall we get some education in the meantime?”
Jeers erupted but couldn’t prevent the lights from turning off.
The auditorium darkened, and on the screen where Department Head Kim had played porn the other day, something different appeared this time.
It was a liquid in a breast-shaped glass dish like the ones on the trolley. The identity of the milky liquid with strong viscosity was easy to figure out—it was semen.
Everyone cheered.
“Ugh, you all like it that much?”
The Instructor clicked his tongue.
“Question time. When the party starts, what are the two sacred things you must provide every morning?”
“Piss!”
“Semen!”
They sporadically shouted the answers.
Then the Instructor shook his head.
“Hey kids, what did I tell you? What you produce isn’t piss, right? Again, what is it?”
“Honey!”
“Correct. And the other one?”
“Milk.”
“That’s right! Every morning, you all must provide milk and honey.”
The Instructor paused briefly and looked around the audience.
“As you all know, honey can be freshly squeezed out every single day, but milk isn’t like that. What happens if you keep squeezing out milk? Right. It becomes watery like water. Aw, it’s so unfortunate.”
The Instructor was genuinely regretful.
Then he pointed at the screen again.
“How do you think you can squeeze out viscous, milky milk like in this photo?”
The Instructor treated not only piss but also semen as if it were something sacred.
Of course, he should have found it disgusting, but he didn’t.
Why should it be disgusting?
Jiwon was surprised at himself for thinking that way.
Clearly, even until yesterday, he’d had to hold back nausea. But after just one day, it didn’t bother him at all. Even though he was sitting there wearing a diaper-like chastity belt listening to the lesson.
No matter how much humans were animals of adaptation, he was flustered that he of all people would adapt this quickly.
Regardless of Jiwon’s emotions, the Instructor’s words continued.
“Now, who does it look like a tit to?”
The Instructor held up the breast-shaped glass dish.
Only now properly looking at the dish, Jiwon realized that the glass dish the Instructor was holding wasn’t a woman’s but a man’s chest. Then shouldn’t it be called a chest rather than a tit?
“Anyone who thinks their milk is this much, raise your hand?”
As soon as the Instructor’s question ended, more than half of the Muzzles wearing white shirts raised their hands.
“Ah, greedy things.”
The Instructor rolled his eyes and gestured to one of the Muzzles who raised their hand. Come up here.
Then he jumped up and rushed to the podium. Like an exhibitionist, unable to wait even a moment, he quickly took off his shirt.
“Oh my, I’ve never seen anyone undress as fast as you.”
The Instructor giggled and warmly welcomed the Muzzle.
“What’s your name?”
“Wild Dog 6!”
“Right. Our Wild Dog 6, I’ll comfortably call you Dog Bastard.”
Wild Dog 6, now called Dog Bastard, grinned foolishly at what made him so happy.
“Now, shall we look at our Dog Bastard’s chest?”
The Instructor turned Wild Dog 6 around so everyone could see.
Nearly naked—it would have looked cooler without the chastity belt—the guy thrust out his chest while wearing the muzzle. He was definitely handsome, but he looked more like a lunatic than attractive.
His pectorals were developed enough to confidently raise his hand. And not just his chest. His whole body’s muscles were evenly well-developed, drawing the gazes of many men.
Wild Dog 6.
Jiwon searched his memory and realized he was one of the two Muzzles who joined today. For someone who joined late, his condition—that is, his appearance—was quite good.
Why did this guy become reserve personnel?
Useless curiosity arose.
The Instructor demonstrated showmanship and held the glass dish up to Wild Dog 6’s chest.
Wild Dog 6 was wider in breadth, but in height—that is, the chest mound—the dish was higher.
“Oh my, your chest isn’t ordinary either. You’ll definitely be loved, you.”
The Instructor shyly hit Wild Dog 6’s forearm. He lowered the glass dish and suddenly groped Wild Dog 6’s chest. Cheers and laughter burst out simultaneously.
Wild Dog 6 was more proactive. He grasped each of his own breasts with both hands, then thrust them toward the Crew and shook them.
Crazy bastard.
It was so absurd he laughed.
“Now now, this isn’t an ordinary dish. It’s a dish carefully made by the world’s best glass craftsmen. Of course, from now on we’ll call this a tit.”
The Instructor pointed at the screen.
The enlarged glass dish was projected on the screen filling the wall.
The Crew’s reaction to seeing it was enthusiastic.
Fuck, what is that?
Jiwon had to make an effort not to furrow his brow.
It wasn’t just a simple breast-shaped glass dish. It was a dish that perfectly reproduced not only chest muscles but also the areola and nipple—the areola was excessively wide for men’s, and at the tip of the nipple was rubber with the same texture as the pacifiers infants use. They’d even dyed it pink.
Now he felt disgusted again.
Right. This is correct.
Why was it like that earlier?
Why didn’t it bother me?
“Everyone’s seen enough, right? When the party starts, you’ll squeeze your milk into this amazing dish. Every morning. Oh, except for our Sailors.”
The Instructor turned to look at the Sailors and singled them out. Everyone’s eyes turned to the seven wearing sailor uniforms.
“Our Sailor gentlemen will start squeezing tomorrow.”
Since squeezing milk meant masturbation was permitted, complaints naturally erupted here and there.
“Why do they get to start tomorrow?”
“Fuck, so annoying.”
“Those bastards with the shittiest looks get all the special treatment.”
They even made personal attacks without hesitation.
7 versus 22. No matter how you looked at it, the Sailors were at a disadvantage.
Some of the police officers even made punching gestures, but the Instructor didn’t stop them—he let it happen. It seemed as if he wanted the rest to get agitated.
“Hey, you fucker. If you want to do it, then jerk off too. Why are you bitching at us?”
Park Geonwu shouted at the rest. Then Kim Yunho, Gwak Hyeseong, and the other Sailors also started spewing curses. It looked like it might really turn into a fight.
Jiwon pretended to stop Park Geonwu while gauging who he should hit first if a fight broke out to have a chance of winning.
That’s when he made eye contact with Wild Dog 6. He grinned and gave Jiwon a thumbs up.
What?
He narrowed his brow.
Then he became wary of himself constantly attributing meaning to trivial actions of others.
