Substitute-Chapter 56

Today again, the schedules differed by team.

The sailors moved out for the “fellatio” class—the very one Nam Gyuwon had praised to the heavens, but Gwak Chan and Choi Minjae had slammed.

Choi Minjae insisted the dummy and the cock were impressively realistic but that the class was pointless. Gwak Chan had groaned that all of them were a hundred times better than the instructor, who acted like he was some kind of genius. Still, both of them admitted that it felt good to suck a cock again, instructor or not.

To take the class, everyone first had to undergo an oral check-up at the clinic. Despite already having been meticulously screened right before intake, they were tested again. Honestly, the attention to hygiene was a relief.

The doctor checked the inside of each mouth and lips visually, then swabbed them to run a culture test.

Everyone waited in the clinic until results came out, and only after the doctor gave them a pass could they enter the classroom. Unsurprisingly, they all passed.

Inside the classroom, just as everyone had said, five mannequins designed to look human were waiting for them. Upon closer inspection, they were the same kind used in films and dramas. Even the faces of the mannequins were covered with black hoods, which made them more eerie than impressive.

And the genitals looked terrifyingly real. It felt like there was a person inside the dummy, sticking their own cock out.

It wasn’t for nothing that Nam Gyuwon had called them “real dicks.”

“Wow. The quality here is insane, right, hyung?”

Han Seoho turned back and marveled out loud.

By now, Han Seoho had already attached himself to Jeong Hajun and Lee Gangjun.

Lee Jihoon, who had stuck only with Gwak Hyesung since joining, was left alone. Jeong Hajun, who had built some rapport with Jihoon, invited him to sit with them, but Jihoon seemed to reject it.

The reason was obvious. It was because of Han Seoho.

Had there been a fight in Basement Level 1?

That’s all it could’ve been.

The instructor matched Gwak Chan and Choi Minjae’s description exactly.

He had a large mouth and was oddly proud of it. But watching him try to fit his whole fist in his mouth felt unnecessary. This wasn’t a circus, for god’s sake. Park Geonwoo muttered complaints.

The fellatio technique he was teaching didn’t even seem worth formal instruction. Still, he insisted they watch carefully and demonstrated several times. Just in case they couldn’t see clearly, he even projected real-time footage from his phone onto the big screen.

“These instructors got it easy. Honey collection’s still the best of the bunch.”

That was the general consensus.

Once the contentless lecture ended, it was time for practice.

The sailors, previously unenthused, suddenly brightened.

Kim Yunho opened and closed his mouth wide to warm up.

“My mouth’s kinda small. Once, I didn’t warm up and ended up splitting my lip.”

No one could tell if he was joking.

Behind them, Sailor 3—Lee Gangjun—warned them to be careful, saying he’d once watched someone dislocate their jaw mid-blowjob in real time.

“I thought my cock was gonna get bitten off that day.”

Then he made an “ah, shit” face.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about stuff like that.”

Jiwon replied like it was nothing, but Lee Gangjun still said, “Still, hyung, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t apologize over that. Jiwon’s gonna swap his out for a monster cock once he gets outta here anyway.”

Thanks to Kim Yunho’s crude joke, the mood didn’t sour.

“Bastard. That’s your idea of a joke?”

When Jiwon grumbled later in embarrassment,

“What, of course you should. You got money—use it.”

Yunho replied with his eyes wide and innocent.

Jiwon couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well done. That was praise.”

“Oho? Kim Jiwon, you’ve changed a lot.”

Yunho exaggerated his astonishment.

“No chatting back there!”

The instructor shouted.

“You think you can do better than me?”

He sneered.

“Who can’t do better than him,” Kim Yunho muttered to the floor.

Jiwon, for his part, had trained fellatio to death. The detective had repeatedly emphasized that it was one of the essential skills anyone entering this work needed to master.

“They might not care about much, but they’re crazy sensitive about blowjobs. It’s the one thing they’ll spring on you any chance they get. You think they won’t find it weird if you suck at it?”

That’s what the detective had said when handing Jiwon a dildo at an adult toy store. Of course, nothing he saw or tried had ever matched the sheer size of the one he’d encountered during the second interview.

That conversation with the detective had already been nearly a year ago.

Time flies.

Like some old man, he found himself reminiscing.

The dicks varied in size across mannequins, and just as Nam Gyuwon had said, the center one was the largest. But the others were still well above average.

His jaw and throat were already aching just thinking about it.

Maybe dildos were better than candy?

No, if it came down to sweetness, candy was the winner.

Cock candy.

Suppressing the snort trying to bubble up, Jiwon knelt in front of the first mannequin.

At least going first had its perks.

Thinking vaguely silly thoughts, he opened his mouth wide.

The dildo in his mouth felt shockingly human. It even contracted slightly when he sucked hard. On top of that, the taste was far better than a real person’s. Thanks to that, it wasn’t painful to suck, and unlike with dildo practice, it didn’t tear up his mouth.

Nam Gyuwon hadn’t been exaggerating when he called it the best experience.

One by one, Jiwon conquered each cock. When he got to the third—i.e., the largest—it genuinely felt like his jaw was going to unhinge. His body wept tears and saliva as he gagged it down to the base, wondering if he was about to suffocate.

Fortunately, that didn’t happen, but he swore that if someone with a cock that size ever tried to push his head down on purpose, he’d bite it clean off.

After sucking all five differently-sized dicks, the instructor handed him a towel. Jiwon wiped away the tears and spit, then stretched his jaw like Yunho had.

No matter how soft it was, it wasn’t a real person’s. The more he sucked, the more strain it put on his mouth. Especially with the last dildo—he closed his throat too fast and nearly puked up everything he’d eaten. He could hear the instructor scolding him overhead, but couldn’t make out the words through the pain.

He opened a water bottle, swished and spat, then drank deep. With tears and saliva drained from the blowjob session, hydration was non-negotiable. Even after gulping down two full bottles, his throat still burned.

His jaw had felt like it was about to fall off, but after drinking, he could at least hang on.

You get used to this shit fast.

It was oddly sobering.

“All right, ten-minute break, then we’ll start again.”

“We’re doing it again?”

Kim Yunho asked.

“Of course. What kind of training ends after one round?”

The instructor snapped.

Yunho twitched his lips but didn’t protest.

“Still, it is a cock. And sucking one feels pretty damn good.”

He elbowed Jiwon lightly.

Jiwon chuckled.

Jiwon and Kim Yunho watched as the final participant, Park Geonwoo, wrapped up. After tidying up smoothly, he walked over to them.

“We’re doing another round, right?”

Geonwoo asked.

“Yeah.”

“Damn, they really poured money into this. Those things must cost thousands apiece.”

He pointed at the dummies in amazement.

“If it were up to me, I’d save money and just use the guys in here.”

He wasn’t wrong.

It was overkill—relentlessly thorough to the point of obsession.

Whoever planned this project, it wasn’t just Gwak Jun. Which meant the invisible enemies Jiwon was up against were nothing to take lightly.

Naturally, Choi Minjae came to mind.

“Who’s going to understand any of this?”

That line, the way he had sighed and pointed at himself.

What had possessed him to take this mission?

Did he want to stay a cop so badly that he’d enter something this dangerous?

Jiwon believed being a cop was a calling. But if his family hadn’t faced tragedy—if he’d lived his ordinary life and simply been forced to quit—he would’ve been disappointed, yes, but not like this. He never would’ve risked his life to join a project like this.

The three of them went to the restroom, did their business, and were heading back when they saw Lee Jihoon and Han Seoho arguing at the entrance of the classroom.

“Hey, hey, what the hell are you two doing there?”

If it hadn’t been for Park Geonwoo, fists might’ve flown. That’s how tense it was.

From what Jiwon knew, Han Seoho was the type to throw a punch without hesitation.

“This bastard keeps lying!”

Lee Jihoon yelled, eyes wide with frustration.

“Hyung, when did I lie? That’s so hurtful.”

Han Seoho actually looked wounded.

“When did you become my hyung?!”

Lee Jihoon shouted, on the verge of tears.

“You creep. Get away from me!”

“This [N O V E L I G H T] is insane. Seriously. Jiwon-hyung, is this how bad the hazing is here?”

Han Seoho suddenly turned to Jiwon, voice trembling, calling it hazing.

“Geonwoo-hyung too, and everyone else—why is everyone so against me? I don’t have any bugs on me! It was just Hyesung-hyung who had them, and once the crew heard about that, they got rid of all the devices!”

He looked pleadingly to Jiwon, Park Geonwoo, and Kim Yunho.

Tears were sparkling in those pretty eyes.

Jiwon didn’t know what to say. Now that Seoho had framed it as hazing, he couldn’t deny it—it kind of had been.

He’d isolated Lee Jihoon just for being close to Gwak Hyesung.

“Seoho-ssi, that’s not what this is—”

Jiwon tried to explain,

“What are you all doing? Waiting for me?”

The clueless instructor smiled, cutting in.

The group quickly scattered.

Thanks to Park Geonwoo and the instructor, things didn’t escalate—but the team mood was noticeably deflated. freёnovelkiss.com

“What’s up with you all? If you’re not more fired up than before, you won’t even finish this session. Come on, everyone—let’s shout it out!”

The instructor led the chant and the sailors followed—but their voices were weak, like they hadn’t eaten in days.

“What’s wrong with you guys? Again!”

He kept shouting until the volume met his expectations. The mood was forcibly dragged up, but a strange tension still lingered between the sailors.

While they’d rested, the dummies had been repositioned, now lying on mats.

“All right! Now imagine you’re sucking your lover who’s lying down. You’ll crouch between their legs, then transition straight into a 69. Got it? This time we’re starting from Sailor 7!”

And so the second round of class began.

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After the session, like the muzzled boys before them, they all exited with flushed faces.

But no one spoke a word about what had happened between Lee Jihoon and Han Seoho. They acted like nothing had occurred.

“We were a bit much. We’re not in high school.”

Kim Yunho felt bad for how they’d treated Lee Jihoon. But since Jihoon wasn’t talking to anyone, he never got the chance to say it directly.

“I could understand if Jihoon felt hurt. But not that bastard. He’s been chummy with Hajun and Gangjun since the start, and now he wants to whine about hazing? You were there too.”

Park Geonwoo liked Han Seoho even less after this.

“Hyung, I get that, but still, it was a little harsh.”

“Don’t you think that bastard’s kind of off?”

Geonwoo cut Jiwon off and said quietly.

“What do you mean?”

Jiwon raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know. He just feels wrong. I don’t like any of it.”

“Hyung, come on. You’re not a kid.”

Jiwon just smiled.

Park Geonwoo disliked Han Seoho because of a gut feeling. That was why he kept itching for a fight.

Did he know? That he was actually the one most similar to Han Seoho?

Self-hating kind.

Maybe that’s why he couldn’t stand him.

Jiwon stared at the back of Han Seoho’s head. Lee Jihoon was still alone, while Han Seoho had gathered his own little trio, laughing and chatting like nothing was wrong.

Jiwon knew for sure—someone like Han Seoho, who could adapt to anything better than anyone, would never cry over “hazing.”

Creepy bastard.

What was it about Han Seoho that Lee Jihoon found so repulsive?

It couldn’t just be “a feeling,” like with Park Geonwoo.