Substitute
Chapter 68

Flashback #3 – One Month into Undercover Training

The place Jiwon visited to meet someone who claimed to know Jisoo was a gay sauna in Jongno.

“He does cleaning there. You’ll have to go past midnight to catch him.”

That was what an acquaintance—someone who had once cared deeply for Jisoo—told him while passing along the address.

Jiwon, disguised in a messy wig, thick-rimmed glasses, and a mask, waited near the address at a street cart, trying to keep warm.

[Son. Sorry. I missed your call again. Can I call you in three hours? I’ll be waiting.]

He checked his phone. That would be 2:30 a.m.

His mother was all the way in LA, helping her second sister’s business. Until 10 a.m. their time, she was swamped. She didn’t realize Jiwon called only at those hours on purpose and always apologized for being busy.

A month ago, Jiwon had abruptly been discharged from the hospital and relocated to a rehab center in Gangwon Province. His mother was worried, but Jiwon told her he couldn’t bear staying in his hometown any longer. He knew she’d worry, but he had no choice.

“Mom, don’t tell anyone I changed hospitals. I don’t want people running their mouths, okay?”

He made her promise.

“Of course, it’s my son saying so—of course I’ll listen.”

She smiled brightly.

Since the day of his father’s funeral, she’d never cried in front of Jiwon. But in private, she often wiped away tears. Not just because of her dead husband and son. Those losses she was managing to endure.

But Jiwon’s case was different. That something so awful had happened to her only surviving son—the son who had just decided to get married—was something she simply couldn’t accept.

Unable to ask Jiwon directly, she went to doctors instead: “Is my son really okay? Can he still have sex? Even if he can’t, is it possible for him to have children?”

She brought him herbal medicine supposedly good for male virility instead of helping with his painful physical therapy. Bought strange pills and mystery health foods from who knows where. If she could, she’d have traveled across the country.

Jiwon didn’t stop her. If anything, he encouraged her.

He needed her gone to properly do “this thing.”

“Mom, there’s this medicine I found out about—you can only get it in America.”

He dropped the bait.

“It’s not easy to get a prescription, but you can ship it. But I feel weird asking Aunt myself...”

No one in the family knew what had happened to his penis. Not even his mother had told her sisters, despite sharing everything with them.

“So I was wondering... could you go yourself? While you're there, you could visit Aunt too.”

His second aunt had already been pestering his mother to come to the States. Her decision was easy.

“Mom, don’t forget the gift for Heejin I asked for.”

He hadn’t told her he and his fiancée had broken up.

“Ugh, fine. You’re such a handful, and you’re not even married yet.”

She gave him a mock glare but was all smiles.

“I’ll probably stay a month or two. Is that okay?”

“Of course. Be safe. And send the meds to the hospital, okay?”

As soon as he sent his mother off at Incheon Airport, Jiwon called Detective Kim Kyungseok.

“Where do I go?”

Detective Kim gave him the address to a safehouse he’d already prepared.

“See you there.”

Only then did Jiwon feel even a sliver of relief.

But for over a month after Detective Kim’s visit, Jiwon’s heart roamed hell.

He was drowning in rage and disappointment at his brother. Disgust. Contempt. And crushing guilt for failing to protect him. After that came a bottomless pit of remorse and self-pity. A storm of emotions nearly swallowed him whole.

He wanted to die.

For the first time in his life, he truly considered death. His arm throbbed even worse, and the sight of his severed penis made him sick.

He buried his face in his pillow and cried, over and over.

He was going mad from rage he couldn’t contain.

Then, Detective Kim visited again.

“Just saying this in case—but don’t feel pressured.”

That’s when he offered the undercover proposal.

It was something out of a movie or a drama.

More of a plea than an offer, really—and he stressed over and over that Jiwon could say no.

But to Jiwon, Detective Kim’s words were salvation.

Ah... so there’s a way like that.

At last, he had somewhere to direct his rage.

But it wasn’t a decision he could make lightly. The prerequisites they demanded were beyond extreme. He couldn’t just say, “I’ll do it.”

He agonized. More than he ever had before.

The waves crashed down on him again.

But once he decided, it was as if the sea parted. He emerged onto solid ground.

For the first time since the incident, he felt like he could finally breathe.

It had been exactly one month ago.

And now, Jiwon was heading to meet one of Jisoo’s acquaintances—without Detective Kim’s knowledge.

Among Jisoo’s belongings was a secret journal. The police didn’t know about it. If it hadn’t been for his mother, Jiwon wouldn’t have known either.

Inside, the entries were even more detailed and explicit than the messages on his phone. But joy quickly turned to frustration: the names were all encrypted—initials and codenames. He couldn’t tell who was who.

Luckily, locations, bars, and clubs were named more clearly. Using those, he’d begun a slow process of backtracking.

The first person he’d successfully identified was the one he was meeting tonight.

Initial C. The person Jisoo had met right before he ended up on the streets.

Jiwon didn’t expect C to give him a magic answer. He just wanted the smallest clue—anything Jisoo might have said.

After nearly an hour at the street cart, he got up around 12:30 a.m.

The sauna was in the basement of a shabby building. No name, just a faded sign that said “Sauna.”

The stairs were steep. Narrow, low ceiling. Tall as he was, Jiwon had to stoop slightly to descend.

Like most illegal businesses, the place felt dead quiet—like it might not even be operating.

A single piece of paper stuck to the door read Open.

He pushed the door open. Heat hit him like a wall. His glasses fogged instantly.

He yanked them off, wiped them roughly with his sleeve, and put them back on.

From a narrow front counter, someone called out, “Welcome.” A man who looked about forty stood up from mopping and finally looked his way.

He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, with a towel twisted into a pair of horns on his head.

“What’re you here for?”

He pointed to the price list.

“I’m looking for someone.”

Jiwon’s answer made the man frown.

“Are you a cop?”

Straight to the point.

He thought Jiwon was here for a raid.

“No, I heard someone who works here knows Jade.”

Jiwon quickly pulled out his phone and showed a picture of Jisoo.

The man didn’t seem to recognize him.

He sighed deeply.

“Try the backroom. There’s a kid doing cleaning there—he might know.”

Jiwon bowed slightly and walked down the dark hallway.

The sauna’s heat made his glasses fog again. He took off his coat and glasses and held them in his hands.

After turning a corner, he saw rooms decorated with white curtains lit by red lights. Half the curtains were closed. The rest wide open.

Moans and lewd sounds drifted out from behind the closed ones.

Jiwon peeked into each open room, looking for a staff member.

The “backroom” was just a row of single beds. Like an illegal massage parlor, but the thick steam made the atmosphere strange.

Finally, he saw someone cleaning a bed. Same T-shirt and shorts as the front guy. Same towel-horns on his head. The man was holding a damp towel, spraying disinfectant, and wiping the bed briskly. Then he tossed the towel into a blue bucket on the floor.

He didn’t realize Jiwon was watching. When he turned and saw him, he jumped back in surprise.

“Shit, you scared me!”

He clutched his chest.

“I’m cleaning. Go to a different room.”

He spoke without much interest.

Jiwon said nothing. Just stared at the man speaking to him.

His face—mask lowered—was half covered in burn scars. Even through the towel, it was clear the burns spread up to the scalp.

Maybe thinking Jiwon was staring at the scars, the man pulled his mask back up with a scowl.

Fuck.

Jiwon squeezed his eyes shut.

The unscarred half of the man’s face looked exactly like Jisoo.

****

Jiwon let out a sharp laugh at the one-person bed, nearly identical to the one in that backroom.

Fucking bastards. You think this is fun?

He wanted to flip them off.

Fine. You want to play? I’ll play.

He walked toward the bed without hesitation.

Large black towels had been laid out. On them sat a glass bottle filled with lubricant—and three different dildos, varying in size.

It was hot. The room felt like an actual sauna. Breathing was tight.

The dildos were different from the ones used in the final interview. They were well-made, though not as realistic as the ones in the Oral Class.

He picked up the last one. The first two were standard shapes, but this one had a thick base and a narrow, sharply tapered head—easier to insert. The tip was smaller than the others.

He pressed a button, and the dildo buzzed—vibrating up, down, side to side. Three intensity buttons.

No time to study structure. The timer on the wall was already dropping fast from “18:11.” He had twenty minutes.

Jiwon quickly took off his shower gown and got on the bed, kneeling.

He opened the bottle. The rose scent hit immediately.

They definitely drugged it.

Still, without hesitation, he poured oil into his palm. It ran thick between his fingers.

He reached back, applying it from his ass crack to his perineum. Then more to circle his anus, spreading the oil into the wrinkles of skin.

He massaged the entrance, loosening it. Then carefully pushed in one finger.

He winced.

He poured more oil. With that, one finger went in easily. Then a second, slowly widening the hole.

The discomfort faded quickly. His arousal began.

His heartbeat sped up. The hole pulsed, contracting and relaxing.

Definitely drugged.

This batch worked fast. He quickly added more fingers. Two was fine. Three was harder. But even that brought a hint of pleasure. His breathing grew ragged.

His lower belly felt heavy. Blood rushed to his groin. He felt the urge to pee.

He let out a moan.

Each time he touched inside, his nerves screamed. Every cell reacted.

His muscles trembled with pleasure.

The hot air only intensified it.

Sweat and oil beaded on his skin.

Jiwon lifted his slick ass, chest flat on the bed. He reached back and rubbed around his hole, panting.

His cock was fully hard—bobbing upright.

He wanted to cum. No, had to cum. He fought the urge to grab his cock and instead reached for the dildo with trembling hands.

He poured oil all over it and brought it to his hole.

Insertion was easy.

The pain—like lightning—lasted only a second. Then came stars.

He let out a soft, obscene moan.

He pressed the vibration button. The dildo buzzed fast—up, down, side to side. His hand moved instinctively.

As he hit his own G-spot, his cock began leaking.

He cranked up the intensity.

“Aaah!!”

He moaned, burying the dildo deep. His right hand gripped the towel.

He was losing his mind.

Moaning like a sick man, he pushed it deeper. Felt like his guts were being pulled out—but that only made it hotter. He took it all the way to the thick base.

It hurt. He grimaced—then flinched as pleasure surged.

He wasn’t thinking anymore.

Drool spilled from his mouth. Pre-cum dripped from his cock.

Maybe tears too. Probably.

Jiwon gave in to the pleasure of being fucked.

To think he’d gone his whole life not knowing this—what a waste.

But now he knew. He grinned.

Then he remembered the worthless cocks that used to use his hole—cocks that weren’t even as good as this dildo—and seethed. Laughed at them.

He’d lost the capacity for reason. He moved on pure instinct.

His hands, thighs, ass, and cock were slick with oil. Mixed with pre-cum, spit, and sweat—staining the black towel with milky streaks.

It wasn’t enough anymore to just thrust the dildo in and out.

Jiwon sat upright. Then squatted and lowered his ass onto the dildo. He began bouncing, timing his movement to the dildo’s rhythm—sometimes matching it, sometimes against it. Not satisfied, he grabbed it again and began slamming it in hard.

His heart felt like it would burst.

Every nerve, every cell screamed with pleasure.

This was dangerous. The drugs might kill him.

A voice deep inside warned him—but he couldn’t hear it. His brain and body didn’t care. They only wanted more.

Jiwon didn’t have much real experience with penetrative sex, so his movements were clumsy. He squatted, knelt, lay down, thrashed—completely lost control.

Even the pleasure he felt now was overwhelming. But something inside begged for more.

Stronger. Deeper. The real thing.

His body trembled. ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) He couldn’t even support himself.

He knelt, lifted his ass slightly, twisted his waist, and gripped the dildo with his left hand—then rammed it in brutally.

His tight hole couldn’t swallow the base—spat it out several times. He shoved it in again and again.

“Auh—uhk!”

He whimpered with pain-laced pleasure.

Jiwon moaned loudly, his whole body shaking.

He was going insane. The pleasure was too much.

He collapsed onto the bed, limp.

He humped the mattress, rubbing his cock, while the dildo continued vibrating inside.

His body convulsed.

Like an animal, he howled—finally reaching orgasm.

With a deep moan, he came.

Limbs limp, trembling, he lay on the bed, gasping for air.

He didn’t even have the strength to remove the still-vibrating dildo from his ass.

Before he could catch his breath—he got hard again.

Just from the dildo still buzzing inside him.

But now... this fake cock wasn’t enough.

He yanked it out and threw it to the floor.

Watching it vibrate on its own, Jiwon whispered a prayer.

Please... someone help me.

Please... fuck me.

A prayer he would never have uttered in his right mind.

Tears blurred his vision as he looked toward the door—

And stopped breathing.

The door had opened.

How?

A large shadow stepped inside.

Ah. My savior.

Jiwon reached toward the shadow.

“Told you not to enjoy the fake cock too much. My cock gets jealous.”

The shadow spoke with a voice full of laughter.

Then, as if to show off, stripped off his gown.

Naked now, the figure was stunningly beautiful.

Jiwon smiled wide.

The erect cock was already right in front of his face.

“Cock lollipop.”

Jiwon whispered—and opened his mouth wide.