Substitute-Chapter 43

Fortunately, the fight never broke out.

The instructor finally stepped in.

“Alright, alright, settle down and listen to me for a second.”

The room didn’t quiet immediately, but she went on unfazed.

“The reason the Sailors are the only ones milking first is because it was a special request from our Host. And who’s the Host? The very person who paid good money to handpick each and every one of you and bring you here. Honestly, it wasn’t even a request—they’re in a position to give orders. But they’re just that classy, so they asked instead. Now, when someone like that makes a request, you’re not gonna say no, are you? Of course not. You’ll say yes.”

That finally brought the room to silence.

“I get it. You’re dying to jerk off. But you just need to hold out for four more days, and then you’ll be able to do it all you want. I’m sure there’ll even be days when you want to stop jerking off. I guarantee it. The games we’ll be playing are way more intense than you’re imagining.”

The instructor paused and caught her breath, scanning the crew with a subtle smile.

“When does it start? Monday. So just hang in there for four more nights.”

She said it sweetly, like coaxing a group of children.

“Okay, let’s actually start the lesson now. We haven’t even begun the milking part.”

It seemed absurd that they’d need a class to jerk off, but the lesson truly began.

It wasn’t as intricate as honey collection. Everyone already knew that frequent ejaculation led to thinner, less viscous semen, so the instructor didn’t bother trying to stop anyone who wanted to go at it.

But by Sunday—the last day of the first week—all of them would be required to produce a thick, highly viscous sample. Even the Sailors, who’d start donating tomorrow, weren’t exempt.

The top three crew members who produced the largest and thickest semen samples would each receive a bonus of ten million won. Of course, if no one met the criteria, only one might get it—or none at all.

“But can you guys really manage that? Some of you already blew your loads two days in a row. Tsk. What a waste.”

She looked genuinely disappointed, as if it were her own money.

“Let’s be real—who the hell pays ten million won for your cum?”

Then she smacked Wild Dog 6 lightly on the ass, who had been standing beside her the whole time.

“You don’t even know how lucky you are, and this is what you’re doing? Get your shit together.”

She scolded him with a sharp voice.

She didn’t let him return to his seat and kept him standing there.

“You think this is a joke? You think Deputy Kim is some pushover? You think I’m just here for laughs?”

The tone shifted—suddenly serious.

“Guys, you’ve all checked your accounts, right? Some of you already converted your balance into cash. Feels good, doesn’t it? I’ll tell you straight—I’ve never earned that kind of money. Have you? Any trust-fund babies here? Anyone born rich? No, right? You’ve all been starving for cash.”

But her tone wasn’t angry—she sounded sincere. Like she really wanted them to understand.

“And how are you living here? You’re eating well, sleeping well, getting pampered. Everything you eat, drink, wear, and sleep on is top-tier. Famous people—real celebrities—are cooking your meals, mixing your drinks, tailoring your clothes. And those blankets you sleep under? The bedding? Bet you’ve never slept better in your life. You know why?”

“I’m parched.”

The moment she said it, an assistant rushed over and handed her a water bottle. She drank it along with the pill known as the “booster”—the same one Jiwon and the rest of the crew took every morning during training.

“Even this booster right here—it’s a miracle pill. Zero side effects. Instantly energizing. You think you can buy this outside? Try. Go ahead and try. Even if you’re rich, see if you can get your hands on it.”

To Jiwon, that line carried weight.

Then—

“Is it, like, a drug or something?”

Someone blurted out exactly what Jiwon had been wondering.

“Why would you need drugs when you’ve got sex? And besides, drugs mess up your face. Not worth it.”

The instructor scoffed.

And just like that, the air deflated inside Jiwon.

What was he even hoping for?

It was pathetic, the way he was wishing they’d just drug him outright. Whether it was forced or by choice, once you did drugs, there was no going back. Even if you escaped this place, normal life would be out of reach forever.

But sex? Was that somehow okay?

He caught himself spiraling and tried to rein it in.

You get that from Mom, he thought bitterly.

Then he laughed to himself.

“Where were we? Right, everything’s top quality. And soon you’ll be getting all the love and attention you want, doing whatever turns you on. Threesomes, foursomes. Group sex? Say the word. Whatever you want, you’ll get it.”

She rolled up her ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ sleeves.

“And then, bam—your account keeps filling up with money you never even imagined. Isn’t that amazing? How often does your life change in just twenty-one days? That’s rare, right?”

At that point, the instructor slumped her shoulders, like all her energy had drained. She looked around the room, watching their expressions.

“Let’s be honest with each other. Forget everything else—let’s just talk about money. Who checked their balance this morning?”

She asked.

There were always some guys who checked their accounts at the “bank” every morning. Even though the five million bonus wasn’t supposed to drop until after Sunday, there were some who kept checking just to see if coin prices had fluctuated.

“So? What did you find? You can say it. Everyone’s balance should still be the same right now. Did the coin price go up?”

One of the police officers replied. The big guy—rumored to have beaten a man to death.

“Twenty million won.”

Most of the room looked confused.

Yesterday, they’d all seen the same balance—ten million won. That was the entry bonus everyone got. But somehow, more money had shown up.

“Really? Not ten million?”

“Yes. Twenty. I’m sure.”

“Holy shit. Another ten million, just like that? Hold on, why am I just hearing about this now?”

The instructor tapped her earpiece, genuinely startled. If she was acting, she was doing a damn good job. She even turned her back on the crew and whispered into her mic.

“Oh my god, guys—this is insane!”

Finishing the call, she whipped around dramatically.

“They gave out another bonus. Turns out, our Host and Guests were so enchanted by how you all looked naked in the water yesterday that they opened their wallets! Aren’t you little geese laying golden eggs? Should I slice one of you open and check?”

She made a slicing motion over Wild Dog 6’s stomach, and he squirmed and laughed like it tickled. The crew roared with laughter.

The tense atmosphere dissolved instantly.

Money. Money. Money.

That goddamn money.

Jiwon felt a wave of anger toward those people handing it out like it was game currency.

But that didn’t mean he hated the crew. If he’d been desperate for money, maybe he’d be reacting the same way. If cash had been his goal, who’s to say he wouldn’t be enjoying this even more than they were?

Still, the thought that that kid had gotten swept up in all this—because of something so base and materialistic—left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He hadn’t grown up rich, but he’d never wanted for anything, either. Yet even he had crumbled in the face of money and special treatment. All the love and sacrifices from his parents, who’d given everything for him... it meant nothing in the end.

“Holy shit. This is crazy,”

Park Gunwoo muttered, even though he was unemployed and had said before that he wasn’t desperate for money. He slapped Jiwon on the arm.

Jiwon forced a smile in return.

“Now, we’re not done yet, are we?!”

The instructor shouted above the growing buzz.

She milked the pause, like something even bigger was coming. The room erupted with cheers.

“What were we doing just a moment ago? Right—honey collection! What, you forget already? Did you eat crow for breakfast or something? Are your bladders okay?”

She giggled as she rolled her eyes.

“Starting now, the honey collection will be broadcast live. Some very important guests took time out of their day just to watch your every move. They’ll each choose the three most satisfying performances and give out a ten million won bonus to those crew members. And hey—even if you don’t make the top three, you’ll still get something. How’s three hundred sound?”

No one was going to complain about three million won for just participating.

The place exploded.

Jiwon exploded too—just in a different way.

The moment she said the “VIPs” were watching, all he could think about was how desperately he wanted to see their faces. If he could, he’d grab them by the collar and beat them senseless. Kick them, spit on them, humiliate them until his rage was wrung dry.

Even imagining it gave him a thrill. He longed for the day he’d get his revenge.

And so, just like yesterday, the honey collection resumed—this time in a frenzy of excitement.

****

Meanwhile

In a luxury hotel banquet hall, the first demonstration was underway. But this was no ordinary venue. Seven men in animal masks were sipping wine and enjoying light refreshments.

Four of them—wearing a blue whale, walrus, elephant, and horse mask—had been assigned masks based on the size of their genitals. The remaining three wore an eagle, cobra, and tiger mask, each having chosen their favorite animal.

These seven were the specially invited guests for the private party—five in their thirties, two in their forties.

They weren’t just any old perverts. There were plenty of rich degenerates and aging freaks, but only the most elite were chosen for this special event.

Two of them had previously been overweight but lost more than ten kilos over the past six months to qualify as guests. They’d built up muscle and stamina to stay in peak condition. Naturally, their libidos were sky-high. Even without drugs, they could ejaculate at least three times in one night. They reached full erection in under ten minutes.

In short, they were perfectly tailored for the “special” party.

“These kids are in good shape.”

Said the eagle, wiping his mouth with a crimson napkin.

“Right? Young but experienced. It’s like they’re fresh and ripe at the same time.”

That was the entirety of their commentary on the honey collection.

After that, they all launched into discussions about stocks, crypto, recent business revenues, and corporate expansions.

To an outsider, they might’ve sounded like competent businessmen. But the truth was, they were incompetent heirs piggybacking off the success of their fathers and grandfathers. The two actually capable ones had already left, claiming they were too busy.

And so, the first demonstration ended in triumph.