Jiwon jolted awake at the blaring siren and, startled by the sense of someone nearby, turned his head. He’d forgotten he’d fallen asleep with Number 3. To be honest, it wasn’t long enough to call sleep. An hour, maybe. He’d spent the whole time glued to Number 3. “Too loud,” Number 3 grumbled, yanking the blanket over his head. The blanket that had barely covered Jiwon got dragged away with it, leaving him completely naked. Number 3 didn’t care; he burrowed deeper. Jiwon blinked in disbelief, then snorted a laugh. He hadn’t expected to greet morning with someone else here. He’d spent the night with a man who wasn’t even his lover and was sharing a bed like it was nothing. When he’d lived as Yoon Jiwon, he’d never done that. Jiwon was surprisingly conservative; forget one-night stands—he didn’t easily sleep with partners he was dating, either. He thought of a date not as an outlet for lust but as a partner for life, and believed that was only natural. His father had drilled that into him. Looking back, the guy who’d seemed like a prude was sex-crazed, and he, who’d seemed like a playboy, was unexpectedly prudish about sex. But now it was completely different. Jiwon had become a slave to lust. No different from a rutting animal. Unlike that guy who had realized his tastes on instinct, he’d only needed a trigger. At some point, Jiwon had come to understand him. “Get up. We’re gonna be late.” Even after the minute-long siren ended, Number 3 stayed under the covers. “Give me a tit and I’ll go.” At the ping from the tablet PC, Jiwon sat up and kicked the blanket. Number 3 flinched with a dramatic yelp and that was it. “Do what you want. Not my problem if you’re late.” When he stepped off the bed and stood, his legs trembled like he’d hiked all night. A dull, aching pain climbed his spine and ran down to the soles of his feet. As for the place that had taken Number 3’s cock without a break—no need to spell it out. His face pinched on its own, but it wasn’t bad. He’d only slept about an hour, and yet he felt incredibly refreshed. Probably because he’d just solved the biggest problem of his life. Crew Zero Team: report to the Developer Room after enema. The moment he saw the group text from the Team Leader, Jiwon unconsciously held his breath. The instant he read the word developer, the tips of his nipples zinged. Not just a zing—heat pooled in his cock, too. Then he let out a hollow laugh, wondering if they’d forgotten they’d fed them nothing but thin rice porridge yesterday. Nothing in the tank to flush. Follow current novᴇls on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚫𝙣𝙚𝙩 Not eating wasn’t the hard part. He wasn’t so hungry he’d make a fuss over fasting a single day. He’d drunk his fill of Number 3’s cum all night; for now, an Americano would do. At some point Number 3 had come up behind him, chin on Jiwon’s shoulder. “What the hell, more developer stuff.” Number 3 sounded displeased. Then he slid his hand up and flicked a nipple. He pinched the spot he’d sucked so much yesterday it still ached. Jiwon bumped him with an elbow. “Can’t we skip the Developer Class? You’re already good enough.” Jiwon agreed: he was good enough right now. At the same time, a sly craving bubbled up—he wanted more stimulation. Just thinking about the class had him aroused. “You’re standing at attention.” At Number 3’s line, Jiwon glanced down at his cock and then snorted. He hadn’t meant the cock—he meant the tits. “I’ll give you tits. Eat.” Jiwon turned to face him. “Before I change my mind. Come on.” He said it and moved to the sofa, sitting on the edge. He sat with his back to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the garden and spread his legs. Number 3 couldn’t resist the invitation. He came at once, dropped to his knees, and slid in between Jiwon’s thighs. “It hurts, so don’t bite.” Jiwon let him latch on. Number 3 ate like he was starving. More than anyone, like it was the finest food on earth, he put his whole heart into it. Naturally, Jiwon climaxed several times. He’d shot so much there was nothing left; even his cock ached. Number 3 sucked so hard and so long that the nipples puffed and the areolas swelled. Jiwon was nearly spent. He half-reclined on the sofa and caught his breath. Number 3 straightened up as he said it. Eyes burning with heat, he looked down at Jiwon and fed him his cock. He shoved that big thing right into Jiwon’s mouth without hesitation. Jiwon didn’t refuse, even though he barely had the strength to lift a finger. How do you say no to something this good? He squeezed out what strength he had and savored Number 3’s cock. Fuck. Tastes so damn good. He thought it to himself, again and again. He lost track of time. “Ugh, I’ve got no energy.” After drinking some water, Jiwon let out a sigh-laced gripe. Number 3 pointed at his own cock. “You were about to bite it off,” he said, then flopped onto the bed. “Look who’s talking.” Embarrassed for no reason, Jiwon shot him a dirty look. A lot of time had passed. There was no deadline to be there by, but he knew he couldn’t dawdle anymore. But contrary to his urgency, his body felt like lead. He really had no energy. “What’s your schedule?” Curious anyway, he asked Number 3. “Dunno. Probably start with training.” Sprawled out, Number 3 rolled onto his side. “Training? You do it every day?” “Yeah. Every day. Dawn, and sometimes evening or night.” Propping his head on an arm, Number 3 looked at Jiwon as he answered. “Do you do an enema first?” At that, Number 3 snorted. “Why would I do that for training?” His face said he’d heard it all now. “Really never? Not once?” “I’m saying, why would I.” “What the hell. We did it every day.” Jiwon grumbled, brow furrowed. Since they’d entered week two of the camp, Crew Zero had been ordered enemas nonstop, and every game had been insertion-related. Meanwhile, Team 1 had been lazing around doing training with no enemas. He vented at Number 3 for no real reason. “Feels fairer to me. You need it; I don’t.” Number 3 baldly drew the position line. “We really gotta split hairs about that here?” Jiwon thought back to the final interview and asked in earnest. According to Detective Kim Gyeongseok, the hustlers picked as sex partners were all-rounders—able to top and bottom. Jiwon, because of his genitals, would have to bottom, but he’d assumed the rest could do both. Hearing Number 3 now, that didn’t seem to be the case across the board. Exception for a special project? The question hit him late. “On what basis, exactly?” He needled him, a little peevish. “Beats me. Size, probably?” Number 3 answered with a swagger, then— “Wasn’t that big before they cut it, right?” —slipped in a teasing jab. “People who start small tend to be picky about a lot of things. I totally get it.” “I was pretty big, okay! Not that you’d know.” Stung, Jiwon nearly shouted. Number 3 bared his teeth in a laugh at that. Jiwon, who’d gone dead serious, ended up laughing too. “I’m telling you, I was big.” He groused that he should’ve taken a picture. Aside from jokes he’d made himself, this was the first time someone else had joked about his severed organ. Strangely, it didn’t upset him at all. He was grateful, even, to be treated like anyone else. Number 3 sat up and let his gaze drop to Jiwon’s lower body. “You gonna stay like that?” His look was suggestive. Jiwon followed his gaze down at himself. His legs were spread wide, his groin slick with sweat and cum on full display. “If you’re trying to tempt me, I’ll give you what you want.” His tone was relaxed, but below the waist he was busy. He was slowly swelling. He looked so fresh and firm Jiwon swallowed on reflex. He barely beat his libido. “I’m not risking getting pulled for missing a schedule.” He hauled his limp body upright on the sofa and closed his °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° legs. “Serious? Not gonna regret it?” Number 3 smacked his lips in disappointment. Jiwon already regretted it, but even if he’d had the time, he didn’t have an ounce of strength left for sex right now. After all the chaos yesterday, he’d still gone all night with Number 3, and the second he woke up he’d offered his tits with everything he had and sucked his cock. Of course he had no strength. Ah. At this rate I’m gonna faint. He put on a show of whining. Sure, he could live on cum and water for a day or two—but he needed actual food. He needed energy. He was hungry, yes, but more importantly, Hide-and-Seek was supposed to start soon. If he didn’t eat again today and then blew his energy on games or sex, escape might be impossible. Even if he got out of the building, hiking the mountain would be a pipe dream. They were in the mountains. Deep in them. Wait. Are they starving the Sailors on purpose for that? Jiwon snapped to attention. He shot to his feet and went to the bed. “What, you wanna do it?” Number 3 asked, hopeful. “What did you eat yesterday?” He fired the question, urgent. Thinking Jiwon was joking, Number 3 answered slickly, “Milk and honey.” Number 3 looked up at him with a grin. Then his face hardened. “Guess you’re not in the mood for jokes.” Bracing himself on his arms behind him, he studied Jiwon. “After the restoration work?” “So lunch was meat, too?” “For brunch they gave us wild boar.” Number 3 seemed curious what Jiwon was after, but answered straight. “Wild boar? That’s not what you said yesterday.” He’d clearly complained he’d swum three hours and they gave him barely a rat dropping of food. He’d asked Jiwon if he had a schedule since it was almost lunchtime. “Did I say it like that?” Number 3 stared off into space, then looked back at Jiwon. “It wasn’t wrong. The portions were fucking tiny. If you’re gonna give meat, give enough to get sick of it. Right?” Jiwon hadn’t asked for the menu, so—fair point. “Okay. I misunderstood.” He answered half-heartedly. Team 1 had eaten wild boar and beef yesterday. What about Team 2? “Did Team 2 eat with you?” “Why are you asking that?” “Did Team 2 eat with you?” Jiwon pressed, face gone flat. Number 3 frowned. Maybe Team 2 had been starved too? He needed to check directly. “Wait here. Or shower first.” Throwing on a bathrobe, Jiwon hurried out the door. Moments ago he couldn’t even stand; now that he had a question, energy surged. He strode straight to Choi Minjae’s room. When he knocked, the door opened immediately for the first time. Already dressed, Choi Minjae looked down at Jiwon with a face that all but said he was disappointed. Looked like he’d been waiting for someone this morning. “What’d you eat yesterday?” Jiwon didn’t care who his morning partner was; he asked the question he was here for. “I said what did you eat yesterday, all day. List the menu.” At the out-of-the-blue question, Choi Minjae’s eyes went round. He was gauging whether Jiwon was serious. “I’m not joking. What’d you eat yesterday?” When Jiwon asked again, he finally sobered. “Skipped breakfast. Lunch was wild boar.” “Skipped dinner. We were in a game.” According to Choi Minjae, Team 2 had done the Board Quiz Show as well. There wasn’t a venue that could hold all eleven, so they split into two groups of five and six and ran the game. The venue was Basement Level 2. “Felt like a small auditorium. Smaller, but we even did the Mud Game in a big square tube—it was fun.” He laughed, a little sheepish. Team 2’s quiz show had started after lunch and didn’t end until close to seven in the evening. Because of that, they were the last to learn the Basement 3 Studio ceiling had collapsed. The timing lined up with their game. “Who answered the quiz?” “There was a separate contestant. Don’t know who. Seemed online.” Just like with them, there’d been a quiz contestant. Someone unseen had rolled the dice, and the crews had become pieces on the board. Seven Sailors, eleven Muzzles. Eighteen total quiz contestants. How many Guests are there? Anyway, after finishing the game, the Muzzles had expected dinner, but were sent straight to the restoration site and were pissed. Then after the work they were fed premium beef as a late-night meal and their anger melted like snow. Choi Minjae asked, puzzled. “The quiz content... Never mind.” Whatever else, it didn’t change the fact only the Sailors were being starved. Jiwon found the reason they were starving them suspicious. He had a bad feeling it really was for the purpose he’d just guessed. Fuck. What are they playing at. He was about to turn away when— “You were with Han Seoho last night, right? That why you didn’t open the door?” —he asked, even though he knew. “Well, that’s... there were circumstances.” Choi Minjae flushed and scratched his head. Circumstances, my ass. Busy cumming, more like. “I was gonna open up, but we were right in the middle of... you know...” He offered the excuse, watching Jiwon’s face. “You couldn’t wait a minute?” He had told him, clearly, to wait. He’d noticed Minjae was back at the dorm less than fifteen minutes after he’d returned from eating late-night beef. In that fifteen minutes, he’d hooked up with Han Seoho. Was he really so sex-starved he couldn’t last fifteen minutes? Then again, Seoho might have been standing at the door. If so, even Minjae would’ve had a hard time saying no. If Number 3 had been waiting for him, he wouldn’t have lasted ten minutes—one, even—before jumping into sex. He didn’t exactly fail to understand Minjae, but he didn’t want to indulge it. What mattered right now was wringing every bit of info out of Choi Minjae before Hide-and-Seek started. As soon as possible, preferably today. Then he’d have no reason to come looking for Minjae again. “Whatever happens, keep tonight free. Even if Han Seoho’s guarding your door, hold it.” Jiwon stepped in close. “And no matter what we do or did—keep it secret.” He poked a finger into Minjae’s solar plexus. “We’re getting out alive.” At that, Minjae’s Adam’s apple bobbed hard, and that was all. His face was strangely serene. He’s not . Something’s off. The lukewarm response threw Jiwon for a beat—then the speaker blared. [Sailor 1, report to the Developer Room. Repeating: Sailor 1, report to the Developer Room.] He had no time to waste. Jiwon spun on his heel and hurried back to his room.