Substitute
Chapter 67

“So you're telling me no one knows where the fuck this bastard came from?”

Gwak Tan shouted.

The Head of Security and the HQ Team Leader repeated “We’re sorry” over and over.

Lee Daeseong, the HQ Team Leader with a monkey-like face, couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“How long was the CCTV down for?”

“Well, five minutes and thirty-two seconds.”

“So those five minutes and thirty-two seconds—what time exactly did they start and end?”

Because of a sudden order from the Chairman, a large number of personnel had to move at once. That included relocating the micro-CCTVs that had already been installed, which meant a lot of tampering with power supplies.

The automated system designed to monitor this massive building was convenient, sure—but it had its weaknesses. The biggest problem was power consumption. It used far too much electricity to support thousands of CCTV cameras, high-voltage fences, surveillance networks, and the ventilation and circulation systems, all of which operated on cutting-edge tech. And if the core system encountered any issues, the entire grid risked a full shutdown.

Usually, once the Party started, power consumption increased nearly tenfold. That’s why they always kept the reserves maxed out. But this time was different. Unlike previous Projects, which only ran for two or three days at most, this one needed to supply electricity continuously for twenty-one days.

Naturally, power consumption had increased exponentially.

Because the facility operated off-grid to avoid detection by government agencies, the Facilities Manager—responsible for both internal and external power—was hypersensitive to the load.

So, just like in the past, they periodically shut off all non-essential power to avoid a complete blackout. They’d confirmed everyone was back in their rooms, so they assumed nothing would go wrong.

It was just five minutes and thirty-two seconds.

And yet somehow, that rat bastard knew.

Even if there was an antenna inside the facility, getting that kind of data in real time would’ve been nearly impossible.

This shutdown hadn’t even been planned. The Head of Security and HQ Team Leader only found out about it after the fact—after the blackout—when the IT department informed them.

Gwak Tan tore through the IT team first, but came up with nothing.

All the IT team had done was press a few buttons.

“This is the list?”

“Yes. For now, we’ve excluded Crew Zero...”

Deputy HQ Team Leader Lee listed off ten names after cross-referencing several variables.

Gwak Tan flipped through the list and clicked his tongue.

“You’re telling me this is reliable? Fuck off. Feels like you’re just guessing.”

He tossed the list aside after flipping a few more pages.

Ironically, it had been Gwak Tan himself who’d said to leave the rat alone.

They’d contacted him on time. Manager Kim had informed both the Chairman and Gwak Tan immediately.

It wasn’t their fault the timing slipped—it was the Chairman and Gwak Tan who’d missed the window. And now they were taking it out on the wrong people. Quietly, they cursed the two of them under their breath.

“Why the fuck is the image quality so shit?”

Now it was the resolution.

Even after seeing footage that sharp, considering it was recorded at night.

But the problem wasn’t the quality. The CCTV system used state-of-the-art AI, capable of restoring footage with nearly 99% accuracy if needed. But the guy was smart.

He’d covered his face with a towel—hiding the most important part. Moved like he was dancing, making it hard to identify him by gait or posture. Even his penis and testicles were taped, making genital ID impossible. Not just that—he’d even taped over the towel that covered his face.

He knew every blind spot of the CCTV system.

Five minutes and thirty-two seconds.

Where the hell did he come from?

Five minutes and thirty-two seconds.

The rat appeared in that short window, then vanished like the wind.

Just as there was no footage of his appearance, there was none of his exit.

Did he sink into the ground? Fly into the sky?

It was enough to make a ghost scream.

****

The official first masturbation hour had arrived.

It had been exactly six hours since breakfast and one hour since they’d received their enema.

Rest time had been given until noon, so everyone expected to move straight to lunch afterward—but instead, an enema order was issued.

The moment “enema” came through the speaker, the lobby turned into a festival.

All crew members were sent back to their rooms, and by the time they arrived, enema tools and medication had already been prepared on the beds. Even those who had finished their enemas had to report to the clinic for further examination.

There, a man in a white two-piece uniform assisted with post-enema cleanup using a specialized device.

Jiwon climbed onto the bed—converted into a treatment table—with his ass exposed, supporting himself with both hands and feet, and received help in that position.

He’d experienced something similar before at the hospital after his penis had been amputated due to a prostate issue, so it wasn’t unfamiliar. But since this wasn’t a medical procedure, it left him bewildered. If the man helping him hadn’t been wearing a mask, he might’ve fled on the spot.

Only once all the crew had completed their cleanup were they gathered in the auditorium, wearing shower gowns.

They’d assumed, like in Honey Collection, they’d have to jerk off in front of everyone. But it wasn’t that.

Who the hell could get hard under the gaze of fifty-six eyes?

“Would just jerking off be fun or not?”

After Manager Kim, the Instructor was also obsessed with fun.

Fun for who, exactly? Jiwon wanted to ask.

“I heard the Manito Game started, right? Ugh, I wanted to do it too, so I asked Manager Kim if we could, but he got all serious. Acting like he didn’t want to, but I bet he liked the idea inside.”

The Instructor mocked Manager Kim and laughed.

“Anyway, just hearing about the game got my creativity flowing. You know, some of you came without even using your hands in the pool. So if we use our hands now just to milk you, wouldn’t that be lame? And those poor holes we’ve been teasing—they deserve a little kindness, don’t you think?”

A cheer erupted.

Of course they’d expected something when the enema order came in. The Instructor just confirmed it. How could they not be thrilled?

“Wouldn’t it be amazing to be comforted with a real cock? But let’s save that for after 11 PM tonight. For now, let’s get a little taste—with fake ones. Sound good?”

Of course it did.

The applause and whistles from the ecstatic crew were deafening.

“See? I’m the only one who really cares about you guys.”

The Instructor encouraged the crowd. A loud roar followed. They were practically cultists. If he had a name, they’d all be chanting it in unison by now.

“Originally, the crew who produced the creamiest, whitest cum were promised a reward, right? But we changed the rules. We’ll do that later. Today’s mission...”

He explained ever so kindly.

Thanks to the Manito Game, the new masturbation mission was: orgasm strictly by using a dildo—hands off the cock at all times.

“If you touch your dick, you’re out. Simple. In Honey Collection, even the losers got three million won. But not this time. If you get eliminated, you get nothing. The top three earn ten million each. Everyone who doesn’t get eliminated gets a three-million bonus. Got it?”

When it came to money, the Instructor enunciated every single syllable.

“So what was that? No matter how horny you get, don’t touch your cock! Only hold the dildo!”

He shouted.

“Are they electric?”

“Oh, of course. What fun is it if they don’t vibrate?”

The Instructor shook his lower body like a pervert. It made everyone laugh. Jiwon didn’t even manage a fake laugh, but forced the corners of his lips up to hide his distaste.

“All right, shall we all move together?”

The Instructor raised one hand like a kindergarten teacher and led the way.

Unbelievable.

“Relax your face, fucker. Feels even better when you cum and then eat. It's like nectar, right?”

The excitable Kim Yunho nudged Jiwon.

“As long as it’s not too big.”

Park Geonwoo chimed in.

Exactly.

No matter how much someone liked jerking off, if they shoved in something as big as a lollipop cock, there was no way they’d get hard.

The people who planned this probably understood that better than anyone.

“Don’t enjoy the fake cock too much. My dick might get jealous.”

A voice behind his head. Number 3.

He gave a deflated laugh but didn’t turn around.

The Instructor handed the crew over to the team leaders at the front of the lecture hall.

“Do your best, guys.”

He cheered with a smile in his voice.

The twenty-nine crew members moved toward the room labeled Practice Room 5.

Was there even such a room on Basement Level 3?

He peeked ahead and saw the Special Room next to the sauna had vanished. Looked like they’d remodeled.

Why now?

Was it because it was the second week?

Suspicious.

“They’re splitting them up again.”

At that voice, he turned—Sailors and the gagged ones were gathered at Practice Room 5, while the Officers stood across at Practice Room 6.

Apparently twenty-nine people couldn’t fit in one room.

Jiwon kept it simple.

“Not going?”

Park Geonwoo nudged him and pointed to Kim Yunho, who was already horsing around with Gwak Chan and Choi Minjae.

“I am.”

Before Jiwon could finish his sentence, Park Geonwoo had already joined them.

Since Gwak Chan was his Manito, he should’ve joined the group too, but jerking off was next—so what was the point? He lingered where he was.

“Crew members, please check your tablets.”

Just in time, the Captain gave the order.

Jiwon opened his tablet—practically an extension of his body. A direct message had arrived from the Administrator.

Sailor 1, proceed to Room H1.

Disrobe and get on the bed. Using the provided lubricant and dildo, begin masturbation.

There are three dildo sizes. Choose the one you prefer.

You must masturbate using insertion for a minimum of 5 minutes before ejaculation is allowed.

Failure to ejaculate within 20 minutes will result in elimination.

This is a masturbation task, not simple insertion. Do not touch your penis at any time.

Warning: If you feel unwell, press the emergency bell or call for your team leader.

How thoughtful.

He sneered internally.

“Think he can even do it?”

So they’d been quiet lately just to shit-talk him in the open.

This was all Han Seoho’s fault.

“If he can’t cum, they’ll probably just shove in more. They said three dildos.”

“Fuck. Didn’t think of that.”

“You think they’ll make him use all three? That’d be fun to watch.”

They snickered as they cracked jokes.

Fucking bastards.

Jiwon looked over, and they sneered right back—“What? Gonna do something?”

He ran a quick calculation of his chances if the three of them jumped him at once. He could take them. But he’d get penalized. Five points each—fifteen total. Too risky.

Fuck it. Not afraid—just not worth the filth.

Jiwon moved away and stood right in front of the Captain.

Laughter erupted behind him, but he ignored it.

Beep—

An electronic tone sounded as the Captain reached for the door handle of Practice Room 5. A blue light flickered, the door opened, and the Captain led the way. Crew Two’s team leader held the door for Crew Zero to enter.

The room wasn’t pitch dark like the old Special Room, but compared to the bright, pleasant areas elsewhere, it was quite dim. The air was musty.

Humidity was the reason. The air felt thick and damp like a sauna, and mist was being sprayed from the ceiling, making the view hazy.

As his eyes adjusted, he saw narrow hallways arranged like a maze, with red lanterns illuminating several doors. Because of the design, they looked like white curtains.

Sauna, my ass.

It was a straight-up replica of a gay backroom spa.

“These guys are insane with the themes.”

Lee Kangjun whispered, visibly excited.

“Right? Fucking geniuses.”

That was Han Seoho.

“How do you not cum in a place like this?”

No need to look—Jeong Hajun, obviously.

Kim Yunho and Park Geonwoo rushed in late and looked around for Jiwon.

“Why’re you all alone, asshole?”

They acted pissed at him to cover up their own guilt for ditching him.

Chchchkt—a mic buzzed.

[Entered crew, proceed to your assigned rooms. Entered crew, proceed to your assigned rooms.]

Jiwon looked through the dark, four-way hallway for the LED sign marked H1. It was the farthest room, deep in the very back.

Next to him, H2, H3, and H4 blinked in turn, each with a crewmate in a shower gown standing in front of it. Kim Yunho gave Jiwon a crooked smile.

Faces and body types so similar to his, one by one, disappeared behind their doors.

Just here to jerk off—so why so grim?

He couldn’t shake the ominous feeling that he might never see them again.

Jiwon took a deep breath and gripped the door handle. A blue light blinked from the knob, and the locked door clicked open.

Click.

A strangely cheerful sound for this place.

The door shut behind him. No—locked. It wouldn’t open until he completed the assigned task. No matter how much he pulled or pushed, it didn’t budge.

Inside, the room was unexpectedly bright. Like the final interview room—so bright he felt like his blood vessels were glowing. Still, the mist made everything hazy.

The walls and floors were paneled with hinoki wood, filling the humid room with a forest scent. If there’d been a bench, it would’ve felt like an actual sauna.

But instead of a bench, a single-person bed was waiting for ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) Jiwon.

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