Substitute-Chapter 49

“Where are the cops?”

As soon as they stepped into the training room, Kim Yunho looked around, searching, and asked.

Yunho was friendly with the muzzled submissives, though surprisingly, they weren’t his type. Naturally, he didn’t even consider Sailors who resembled him as sexual partners.

That left the cops, and he’d first shown interest in Son Gunwoo, but now he had his eye on the guy whose number ended in 11. Son Gunwoo was the only one Jiwon remembered well enough to match face to number.

But Yunho hadn’t approached him yet either, which was unusual. When asked, he’d said something surprisingly wise—that it wasn’t too late to get close after finding out what the guy’s charges were.

“Yeah. That bastard Son Gunwoo’s not here.”

Park Gunwoo glanced around and added, “Number 3’s missing too.”

Jiwon was actually relieved. Even if Gunwoo hadn’t said what he said earlier, seeing Number 3 again would’ve been uncomfortable.

“Why are the damn cops the only ones missing?”

“Those bastards have good bodies.”

“So we don’t?”

“Maybe they’re sleeping in?”

“No way.”

“Anyone see them come out of their rooms?”

That one comment triggered a wave of complaints. With the 6 a.m. wake-up time wearing people down, latecomers had become more common, and everyone was on edge.

At 6:15, the doors to the training room were closed. Then the team leaders entered—but there were only two of them.

“Captain, question. Isn’t Team 1 coming?”

Park Gunwoo, unafraid to speak casually with the team leads, asked.

“Team 1’s workout time was changed due to individual schedules,” the captain replied without much concern.

“They’re not just sleeping in?”

This time it was Gwak Chan, who had somehow ended up beside Gunwoo.

“Team 1 woke at 5 a.m. Would you prefer that?” barked Gwak Chan’s team leader with a harsh tone.

The muzzled submissives who had been complaining the loudest instantly fell silent.

“No, sir! Sorry, sir!”

Even Gwak Chan, who usually swaggered, snapped to attention and answered crisply. Oddly, the muzzled subs seemed more disciplined than the ones in police uniforms.

“Let’s start training,” said the captain in his usual upbeat tone, rallying the remaining crew.

“Today we’ll also be checking progress from the last three days.”

Maybe they’d overheard the ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) earlier conversation, because before training officially began, everyone’s weight and body measurements were retaken. Thankfully, unlike the first day, it wasn’t a humiliating public spectacle. Instead, you were called up to the team leader during exercise.

Jiwon was called first again. Wearing only the T-thong, he stepped onto the height-weight scale.

Gunwoo had a sharp eye. Jiwon had gained 3 kg, and his hip circumference had increased by 0.7 inches.

They called it strength training, but everyone really only cared about body aesthetics. Nobody even bothered checking body fat or muscle mass.

“Very good. At this rate, you’ll hit target expectations,” said the trainer.

His chest, on the other hand, had shown barely any change. Especially the middle and lower pectorals, which he’d focused on, hadn’t budged.

The captain and trainer didn’t look pleased as they discussed Jiwon’s chest measurements.

“Because of the elbow, he’s been limited to bench press and dumbbells, and it’s been hard to increase the weight. Low-weight, high-rep training has limits for short-term gains.”

“Hmm. Then increase his painkiller dosage so he can lift more. We need to get that chest bigger. It’s way too flat, don’t you think?”

The captain decided unilaterally.

“Sailor 1. Your painkiller dose will be increased from once a day to twice. I’ll inform the clinic, so pick up the extra dose after your workout.”

“No... I think one dose is enough for me.”

He meant it. It was more effective than any other narcotic painkiller he’d ever taken. Which made him suspicious. He had no desire to up the dosage.

“You won’t be on it forever. Just until we get the numbers we want. Don’t worry too much. If it hurts, we’ll do physical therapy too. Sailor 2, step forward.”

He had no choice in the matter.

Do as you’re told.

That was basic protocol for being part of the Crew—there was no negotiating.

“Alright, drink your booster.”

His assigned trainer in the blue mask handed him a bottle.

Just like the last three days, Jiwon was paired with Wild Dog 3, Nam Gyuwon.

“Jiwon-nim, your butt got bigger, didn’t it?”

“Ah, yeah.”

“It looks good. Really perky.”

Nam Gyuwon smiled like a simpleton and complimented him.

“I don’t think I’ve been training right. I’ve just put on weight. I do push-ups and other stuff in my room, but it’s not enough to make a difference.”

He sounded genuinely disappointed.

Gyuwon had already racked up 9 penalty points from ejaculating during workouts, and another 10 when he came during physical contact in the pool, just like Jiwon. His total was 19—the highest among the crew.

“It’s fine. As long as you don’t hit 50, you’re okay. Just hold out for three more days. I did the math—three times five is fifteen. Say we swim three more times max, and don’t touch anyone—15 points. That brings us to 49.”

He said it brightly during their break when Jiwon expressed concern about penalties.

Optimism was nice, but they had ten more days, not three. Penalties this week were for ejaculation; next week could have a whole new set of rules.

“Still, try to keep the penalties low. No point in wasting all the effort so far.”

“Right. Thank you, Jiwon-nim.”

Gyuwon smiled shyly.

He was overly sensitive, but the more they talked, the more sincere he seemed. Gentle by nature, not very talkative. Jiwon had expected a sex-crazed freak, but during workouts, he was focused. He rarely stared at others with pervy eyes.

It was ironic—someone like him being lumped in with the muzzled perverts.

Even Nam Gyuwon, with his manners, couldn’t hide his curiosity about Jiwon’s chest tattoos.

“They look like azaleas.”

He turned bright red all the way to his neck when he said that.

It was obvious he was trying not to look, but he kept sneaking glances.

In the end, Nam Gyuwon was the first to ejaculate—again. It felt like he was getting faster. Blushing, he covered himself with a towel and was escorted out after receiving 5 penalty points.

So Jiwon trained one-on-one again today. He focused entirely on the workout. He no longer looked around to see what Gunwoo or Yunho were doing. Being almost naked in just a thong made him self-conscious, and he didn’t want to see them in the same state either.

Something about this room made people’s raw, unfiltered lust too visible. The heat, the grunts, the gasps—between the clanging of metal, it all felt like a scene from porn.

Today was especially bad. The Sailors’ chests seemed to trigger the others. It was a relief the foul-mouthed, groping cops weren’t there.

Still, Jiwon found himself thinking more about Son Gunwoo than Number 3.

He shook his head, trying to block out the image—Gunwoo had once shamelessly asked him to start with his cock.

“Sailor 2. Ejaculation. 5-point penalty!”

He turned his head at the familiar name.

Yunho, who’d been holding out well, had finally come.

He shuffled out, a towel over his groin, and the look on his face was pure defeat.

“Damn, kid. Couldn’t even hold it in?”

Gunwoo was waiting after the workout, freshly showered, and clicked his tongue.

“Guess we should be happy. One less rival.”

He joked.

“But seriously, you were totally focused. No wonder your body’s looking better.”

“You were focused too, hyung.”

“Well, I had to be. I only dropped 1 kg. How am I not losing more? It’s not like we’re eating a ton. Maybe I’ve got too much semen built up?”

He waved the comment off with a dumb joke, then pointed to his biceps.

“See this pump? I fucking went hard. Just so I wouldn’t blow.”

“You’re something else.”

Jiwon laughed.

“For real. I thought I was gonna die wanting to see Kkwakchan, but I held it in. If I’d seen him, I’d have busted instantly.”

He even made a fist for emphasis.

The missing cops didn’t show up for breakfast either.