Substitute-Chapter 42

Day 4

Three were expelled overnight.

The swimming pool had been the trigger. Even Jiwon had been aroused enough to want to masturbate—how much worse must it have been for the others?

Among the ones who packed their bags, one was a Sailor, the other two were muzzled.

Surprisingly, the police officers were holding up well.

That was suspicious. From what Jiwon had experienced and heard firsthand, it was the ex-cons who were usually the ones blinded by sex. And yet they were managing to endure.

He’d have to wait and see what was really going on.

Just like with Lee Woojoo, the missing spots were quickly filled, and the crew still totaled twenty-nine. freewebnøvel.com

At 10 p.m. the night before, Jiwon had fallen asleep like he’d passed out. He woke at 6 a.m. without any difficulty. According to the schedule, he exercised on an empty stomach in the training room for two hours, then took a quick shower and had breakfast.

During the rest period after the meal, instead of chatting over coffee, the crew received skin care and scalp massages by team.

Then, at the slightly late hour of 10:30 a.m., they moved to the auditorium.

Instead of the instructor who usually led the honey collection, it was Deputy Director Kim standing on the podium.

As the crew members entered the auditorium one by one, each received a chastity cage from a masked assistant standing beside Kim. Park Gunwoo’s face went pale. In contrast, the muzzled ones greeted Kim enthusiastically. Even the police officers looked pleased.

Jiwon... was secretly looking forward to it.

How could he forget that stimulation?

The chastity cages were put on just like before—right in front of the team leaders and teammates—and the team leaders handed their keys over to Deputy Director Kim.

But contrary to some expectations, Kim didn’t do anything else.

He just silently stared down the crew.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Today, you’ll live wearing the chastity cages. Once you feel how uncomfortable it is, you’ll think twice before misbehaving again.”

And then he left the auditorium.

All of them sat there, their lower halves bare, wearing the white chastity cages that resembled diapers, waiting for the instructor to arrive.

When the instructor stepped into the hall, she visibly flinched, then looked around at the room before bursting into laughter. Gripping her waist, she struggled to make it up to the podium.

“Oh my, oh my, what in the world is going on here?”

She kept giggling.

“So jealous, really. How did you all manage to cum just from swimming naked? Well, I suppose it was one of those nights where even a dildo didn’t feel enough.”

The instructor smacked her lips.

“But why white, of all things? Ugh, our dear Deputy Kim really has no aesthetic sense. This is why we need art in our lives.”

Mocking Kim, she dove straight into the lesson.

“The chastity cage is a bit distracting, but let’s get to what we need to do first.”

Just like yesterday, the assistants brought out bottles of ion drinks and water.

“Wow, they said you got massages, and your faces are glowing. Mind if I touch?”

The instructor stepped down from the podium and reached out to Sailor 2—Kim Yunho—who was seated in the front row, running her fingers over his cheek.

“Oh my, look how my fingers just glide. Goodness, this is pure baby skin!”

She exaggerated her praise.

“Well, since it takes a bit of time for the honey to start flowing, why don’t we go through a quick lesson while we wait?”

A few groans echoed, but the lights were going out regardless.

The auditorium darkened, and this time, instead of the porn clip Deputy Kim had shown yesterday, a different image appeared on the screen.

It was a viscous, milky liquid served in a glass dish shaped like a pair of breasts—the same type of dish they’d seen on the trolley.

The identity of the thick, whitish substance was obvious: semen.

Everyone cheered.

“Oh god, you like it that much?”

The instructor clicked her tongue.

“Here’s a question. Once the parties start, there are two sacred offerings you’ll be expected to provide every morning. What are they again?”

“Piss!”

“Cum!”

The answers rang out from different corners of the room.

The instructor shook her head in exaggerated dismay.

“Kids, what did I tell you? I said what you produce isn’t called piss, didn’t I? Again, what is it?”

“Honey!”

“Correct. And the other?”

“Milk.”

“That’s right! Every morning, you’re responsible for offering milk and honey.”

She paused and scanned the audience.

“As you all know, honey can be squeezed out fresh every day. But milk? Not so much. If you keep milking it, what happens? That’s right—it gets watery like plain old water. Oh, what a pity.”

She looked genuinely sympathetic.

Then she pointed back to the screen.

“So how do you get milk that’s as thick and white as the one in this photo?”

The instructor was treating both urine and semen like sacred substances.

It should’ve been disgusting, but it wasn’t.

Why wasn’t it disgusting?

Jiwon was startled by the thought.

Just yesterday, he’d had to fight back nausea. But now, just a day later, it didn’t bother him at all. Even sitting there wearing a chastity cage that felt like a diaper, listening to this lecture—he felt nothing.

Humans were creatures of adaptation, sure, but he hadn’t expected himself to adapt this fast. It was disturbing.

Regardless of Jiwon’s thoughts, the instructor continued her lesson.

“Alright, whose tits does this look like?”

The instructor held up the breast-shaped glass dish.

It was only then that Jiwon got a proper look at the dish and realized—it wasn’t modeled after a woman’s chest, but a man’s. Shouldn’t it be called a chest, not tits?

“Anyone here think their tits are this big, raise your hand.”

Even before the question was fully out of her mouth, over half the muzzled ones in white shirts shot their hands up.

“You sly little things.”

The instructor rolled her eyes and waved at one of them. Come # Nоvеlight # on up.

The man sprang to his feet and sprinted to the stage like some kind of exhibitionist who couldn’t hold it in even for a second. He whipped off his shirt in a flash.

“Jesus, I’ve never seen anyone strip that fast before.”

The instructor burst out laughing and welcomed him with open arms.

“What’s your name?”

“Wild Dog 6!”

“Alright then. I’ll just call you mutt from now on.”

Wild Dog 6 grinned ear to ear like being called a mutt made him happy.

“Alright, let’s take a look at our mutt’s tits, shall we?”

The instructor turned him around so everyone could see.

Practically naked, he would’ve looked great if not for the chastity cage. With the muzzle on, he stuck out his chest. He was definitely handsome—but instead of charming, he looked unhinged.

Still, he’d raised his hand with confidence for a reason. His pectorals were well-developed. Not just his chest—his entire physique was evenly muscled, drawing the attention of all the men.

Wild Dog 6.

Jiwon rifled through his memory and realized he was one of the two muzzled recruits who’d joined today. For someone who joined late, his condition—his appearance—was surprisingly good.

Why had someone like that ended up as a reserve pick?

Useless curiosity stirred.

With a flair for performance, the instructor held the glass dish up to Wild Dog 6’s chest.

He was broader than the dish, but the height—the mound of the chest—was greater on the dish.

“Oh wow, your tits aren’t half-bad either. Bet you get a lot of love, huh?”

Giggling shyly, the instructor gave his forearm a slap, then suddenly groped his chest. The room erupted into cheers and laughter.

Wild Dog 6 got even bolder. Grabbing each pec in his hands, he thrust his chest out toward the crew and gave it a jiggle.

Fucking lunatic.

Jiwon couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief.

“Now now, this isn’t just any dish. This is crafted by the world’s top glass artisans with the utmost care. Of course, from now on we’ll be calling this a tit.”

The instructor pointed at the screen.

The wall-sized display showed a close-up of the glass dish.

The crew lost their minds.

What the fuck is that?

Jiwon had to try not to scowl.

It wasn’t just a breast-shaped dish. It had the pectoral muscles, the areola, even the nipple—all perfectly reproduced. The areola was unnaturally wide, even for a man, and the tip had a rubber piece attached—like those used for baby pacifiers. It was even dyed pink.

Finally, the disgust returned.

Good. This is how it should feel.

Why hadn’t it disgusted him earlier?

Why had it felt normal?

“Get a good look, everyone? When the parties start, this is the magnificent dish you’ll be squeezing your milk into. Every morning. Well—except for our Sailors.”

The instructor pointed directly at the seven in sailor uniforms. Everyone’s eyes turned to them.

“Our Sailor boys will start milking tomorrow.”

Since milking meant jerking off would be allowed, complaints immediately erupted.

“Why do they get to start tomorrow?”

“Fuckin’ bullshit.”

“Ugliest bunch here, and they get all the perks.”

They didn’t hesitate to throw out personal insults.

7 versus 22. The Sailors were clearly outnumbered.

Some of the police officers even raised their fists in threat, but the instructor didn’t stop them. If anything, she looked like she wanted the rest to get even more riled up.

“Hey, fuckface. If you wanna jerk off so bad, go do it yourself. Why are you coming for us?”

Park Gunwoo shouted at the others. Kim Yunho, Gwak Hyesung, and the other Sailors joined in, flinging curses. It looked like this could escalate into a real brawl.

Jiwon pretended to hold Park Gunwoo back while silently calculating—if a fight broke out, who would he have the best shot of taking down first?

Just then, his eyes met Wild Dog 6’s. The guy grinned and gave him a thumbs-up.

What the hell?

Jiwon frowned.

Then stopped himself—he was starting to assign meaning to other people’s tiny gestures again.