Substitute-Chapter 39

It was Number 3.

Number 3 was sitting with a slightly slouched posture, holding a police cap in his hand. Without the cap on, his handsome face was fully exposed.

The instructor's face brightened as he recognized who it was.

"Oh, of course. Of course. Naturally. But what did we call it instead of 'piss'? Honey collection. It's honey collection. Remember that well. Anyway, hold on a sec, let me get ready."

The instructor rapidly blurted out his words and, despite already wearing a black mask, he made a show of fixing his hair, putting on an exaggerated display.

"I already demonstrated honey collection in front of you all, right? So, you all need to do it just like I did. You there, Officer. You understand what I'm saying, right?"

Even though his expression wasn't visible, his voice conveyed just how delighted he was.

The thought of Number 3, of all people, exposing himself and pissing in front of everyone excited them all.

Jiwon, however, felt more relieved than excited.

Number 3 rose to his feet with a disinterested expression and strode forward to the podium. Despite his slouched posture, his movements were sharp and devoid of any unnecessary motion. There was something strikingly military-like about his stance and form for a civilian.

A soldier? A cop?

Jiwon had once heard that there might be another undercover agent besides him. When he had asked the detective who it was, the detective had curtly replied that it was classified but had hinted that Jiwon should try to confirm it himself on the last day.

At the time, the detective's lighthearted tone had made Jiwon think it was a joke. But was it actually true?

But then, Jiwon shook his head.

Number 3 was too young for that. At most, he looked twenty-three or twenty-four. No matter how desperate they were, would they really send a kid like that into this hellhole?

On the other hand, if it was that man, the possibilities were endless.

Recalling the detective who had sent him here, Jiwon let out a bitter smile.

Regardless of who Number 3 was, right now, Jiwon was busy putting out the fire under his own feet. He could only hope that the instructor, smitten with Number 3, would completely forget about him.

When the tall Number 3 stepped onto the podium, even from a seated position, his lower body was fully visible. Even so, several people stood up or craned their necks to get a better view, causing a chorus of grumbles and complaints to erupt simultaneously.

"Alright, alright, calm down, everyone. Hey, you, you can see fine without raising your head, right? And you over there, the ones wearing police caps, have some decency and take them off. Geez, these kids have no mercy."

The instructor quelled the noisy auditorium in his signature tone.

"Alright then, let's get started, shall we? Handsome Officer!"

At the instructor's signal, Number 3 unbuckled his belt and, without a hint of hesitation, pulled down his pants. Like Jiwon, he wore a pair of black T-string underwear, and his prominent bulge was clearly outlined against the fabric.

Applause, cheers, and whistles erupted as soon as Number 3 stripped down. They were all acting as if Number 3 were some kind of stripper. But Number 3 remained unbothered by their reactions, casually pulling down his underwear.

The moment his penis was revealed, a near-screeching cheer echoed through the room. The noise was so deafening it made Jiwon's ears sting.

"Fuck, that's no joke," Park Gunwoo muttered, swallowing hard.

Gwak Hyesung's body leaned forward slightly.

Bastard.

Jiwon shot a glare at the back of Gwak Hyesung's head before shifting his gaze to Number 3. Like the rest of the crew, he cheered for Number 3. It was what the situation called for.

It was even more explicit than he had imagined. Yet, despite that, Number 3 performed the "honey collection" with a surprising level of composure and sophistication. Naturally, the reaction was explosive. Even Park Gunwoo, who had previously acted similarly to Jiwon, was so stunned that he muttered, "Crazy..." unable to pull himself together.

Jiwon pretended to enjoy it too, but his stomach churned.

They actually like this?

His mind felt like it was spinning.

The instructor praised Number 3, saying not only was his cock perfect but everything about him was perfect.

Number 3 had effectively set the bar for honey collection. After that, hands shot up all around the room.

Jiwon barely managed to suppress the bile rising in his throat.

****

Son Gunwoo was all over him. Ever since he had seen Jiwon's penis — more precisely, since Jiwon had completed his honey collection — he'd been uncharacteristically aggressive.

"I like that better than a normal one. It's a domination thing for me," he said bluntly.

He actually said that he liked Jiwon's abnormal penis.

"Fuck you. You think you can just say whatever you want?"

Jiwon snapped without even realizing it, and immediately regretted it.

Kim Jiwon would never have reacted like that.

The problem was that Son Gunwoo seemed even more excited by Jiwon's outburst.

"Hyung, do you know how much hotter you are now than when you were all meek and quiet? Fuck. You're killing me. See? I knew I had good taste in people," he said, running a hand through his hair, frustrated.

"Uh, sorry... about that. I didn't mean to snap. You know... it's just... sensitive for me..."

Jiwon deliberately stumbled over his words, attempting to backtrack, but Son Gunwoo's face twisted in displeasure.

"Fuck, man. You were so fucking hot just a minute ago. Why're you ruining it now?"

Son Gunwoo furiously raked his hand through his hair.

It was so sudden.

Was he always like this?

Jiwon was taken aback.

When Son Gunwoo was with Park Gunwoo, he always seemed laid-back, as carefree as Park Gunwoo himself. Jiwon had never seen him lose his temper or act unnervingly intense. He even seemed surprisingly sociable.

But now that they were alone, he was showing his true colors.

Maybe he was just too worked up.

People were prone to losing control of their emotions, and that went double for a convict like Son Gunwoo.

Since waking up that morning, the crew had been bombarded with one sexually charged situation after another. It wasn't just Son Gunwoo — nearly everyone in the crew was on edge. Jiwon was also on edge, albeit for different reasons.

The fact that Jiwon had cursed at Son Gunwoo over a single comment about his dick showed just how wound up he was.

Despite the brief flash of anger, Son Gunwoo didn't seem embarrassed or ashamed.

"Hyung, do it with me. You have to do it with me first," he demanded.

He wanted to secure a promise.

"When the ban lifts in a week, do it with me. You have to suck me off first," he said, grabbing Jiwon's arm.

Fuck. The bastard was strong.

Jiwon was startled by the grip digging into his forearm, but at the same time, he felt a surge of satisfaction. He'd just gotten a clear sense of Son Gunwoo's strength.

With that level of force, he could definitely handle Son Gunwoo on his own. Hell, he could take him down without breaking a sweat.

Of course, that was only if things got dangerous.

If he was going to end up having sex with him anyway, there was no point in fighting back. It was better to just suck him off and get fucked.

"...Okay. Sure," Jiwon said, deliberately dropping his gaze and adopting a reluctant, submissive posture — one that he knew would irritate Son Gunwoo.

Sure enough, Son Gunwoo looked disappointed. He clicked his tongue, making a displeased sound and said, "Let's go, hyung."

He dragged Jiwon away.

As if he were leading his prized trophy.

"He's at it again," Park Gunwoo muttered, nodding toward Son Gunwoo, who was in a foul mood.

"Huh?"

"That bastard has bipolar disorder. I was wondering how he'd been in a good mood for so long," Park Gunwoo grumbled.

"Oh... really?"

Bipolar disorder.

Now Jiwon could somewhat understand Son Gunwoo’s erratic behavior from earlier.

"I think he's still taking his meds here, but still, be careful. When that bastard snaps, he's fucking uncontrollable," Park Gunwoo warned.

Jiwon stared at Son Gunwoo.

Was it the result of his father's abuse?

An unnecessary curiosity crept up in him.

The same training continued in the afternoon as it had in the morning.

He still couldn't fully adapt to the situation, but there was one small upside — thanks to the honey collection, Jiwon had been pushed out of the spotlight. Aside from Son Gunwoo, no one seemed to look at Jiwon with any sexual interest anymore.

"He's actually kinda cute, you know. I don't mind stuff like that," Son Gunwoo said, grinning widely, his mood having apparently lifted again.

Was he taking his meds properly?

Jiwon found himself worrying for no reason.

Fortunately, he hadn't been called out or warned for his conversation with Gwak Hyesung. But that didn't mean he could relax, nor could he afford to be overly conscious of the surveillance. Keeping his mental balance was proving to be incredibly difficult.

It was almost better when he didn't know anything.

His head was pounding.

"You feeling sick?"

Park Gunwoo, who was wandering around waiting to feel the urge to pee, asked.

"No. My arm just feels a little numb. It happens sometimes," Jiwon said, lifting his arm and forcing a sheepish smile.

Come to think of it, the three pills a day were surprisingly effective. It felt like a dream compared to when even narcotic painkillers couldn't dull the pain. Jiwon thought to himself that if he ever got out of here, he needed to ask the doctor for the name of that new drug and get a prescription.

"Gwak Hyesung is fucking creepy," Park Gunwoo muttered.

"Why?"

Jiwon feigned ignorance.

"What do you mean why? That bastard said the scarf rings are bugged."

"Oh... I heard that too."

So he hadn't been the only one Gwak Hyesung told.

"He said that to you too? Fucking bastard. If he was gonna say something like that, he should've told us earlier. The way he was grinning when he said it, I almost thought he was a psychopath," Park Gunwoo shuddered.

After hearing that Kim Yunho and some of the other crew members had been told the same thing by Gwak Hyesung, Jiwon felt a small measure of relief.

"There was a reason everyone hated that bastard. We need to be careful," Park Gunwoo said as he pretended to adjust Jiwon's scarf ring, sending him a significant look.

The second round of honey collection took longer than expected.

Only a third of them passed the instructor's strict standards. Jiwon and Park Gunwoo were among those who failed.

"The final honey collection session will take place tonight from 8 to 9 PM, so make sure you're all ready," the instructor announced, and Jiwon's heart sank.

"Fuck. Can't even take a piss when I want to," Park Gunwoo grumbled, clearly more invested in the "honey collection" than anyone else.

"Hey, does it still hurt?"

On the way to the pool, Park Gunwoo asked Jiwon.

By "it," he was obviously referring to Jiwon's penis.

"No. It's fine now."

"But it hurt at first, right?"

"...Yeah. For over a year."

"A whole year? Damn. You must've had it rough."

Park Gunwoo sounded genuinely sympathetic, giving Jiwon a pat on the shoulder.

The more he got to know Park Gunwoo, the more he seemed like a decent person. At least so far.

Son Gunwoo was a murderer with bipolar disorder.

Then what about Park Gunwoo? What kind of risk was he hiding?

Jiwon could only hope that Park Gunwoo was just a sex-crazed kid and nothing more. That would at least give him some peace of mind.

But the walk to the pool felt heavier than ever.

Yesterday, he'd been looking forward to it. But after two rounds of "honey collection" and the incident with Son Gunwoo, he felt completely drained.

Unfortunately, ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) it seemed that Jiwon was the only one feeling that way. Everyone else genuinely seemed to be enjoying themselves — even Park Gunwoo and Kim Yunho.

Even though Jiwon was trying his hardest to act like he was having fun, it was obvious that he wasn't.

"You don't like it, do you?"

Park Gunwoo asked.

"Huh?"

"I mean, stuff like golden showers," he clarified, tactfully waiting until they were alone to ask.

"Oh... Did it show?"

"Yeah. It showed."

Park Gunwoo replied with a playful grin.

"Was it that obvious?"

Jiwon asked, worried.

"Nah. Not that obvious. I only noticed because I know you. Yunho still thinks you like it too," Park Gunwoo said, trying to reassure him.

So far, Park Gunwoo had proven to be a genuinely good person, but that didn't mean Jiwon could open up completely yet.

"It's not that... I don't like it," Jiwon said.

"Then?"

"It's just... being watched by so many people... I still can't get used to it..."

Jiwon trailed off.

Park Gunwoo's expression shifted as if he finally understood.

"Oh, right. You said you were closeted, didn't you?"

"...Yeah."

"Your whole life?"

Jiwon nodded slowly.

"Man, that makes sense. I was wondering. All these guys here are sex-crazed maniacs, and you seemed like you weren't into it at all. I started to think maybe you were forced here. Maybe you were a straight guy doing it for the money or something. But I was overthinking it," Park Gunwoo said, his face brightening.

"It must've been hard to hide it all this time," he added, genuinely sympathetic.

But the one who really needed comforting wasn’t me, Jiwon thought bitterly, forcing a smile.