Jiwon cried.

Every single thing that happened that day came flooding back to him.

Every horrific moment of that night, vivid as if it just happened, except for the moment when the boy died. The brutal violence he suffered replayed clearly—the sensation of the leather glove sliding over his body, every detail, no exceptions.

Jiwon fought hard not to sob, but his effort wasn’t enough to hold back the tears.

The blade that cut his genitals, the hesitant gesture of that boy’s hand, flashed before his eyes.

That delicate hand—never once blemished—was the same one that severed him. Our Jisoo’s hand.

Sob... Jiwon gritted his teeth.

He squeezed his eyes shut, desperate to erase that day from his memory.

He cursed himself, wishing he’d never remembered. Wishing he could have died never knowing.

In the end, Jiwon cried out loud.

That was when it happened.

A wind blew again—so cold it sent a chill down to his very skin, raising his nipples sharply, carrying the heavy scent of dense grass as it wrapped around him.

Jiwon sobbed as he savored the wind and the smell.

Because someone whispered for him to do so.

Who was it? An angel, maybe?

He imagined a lovely angel and opened his eyes.

And just like that, the pain vanished. The memories faded like smoke.

He was confused, not even knowing why he’d been crying.

The bloodstained puddle was now perfectly cleansed, crystal clear and fresh, just like when he first saw it. A sweet, fresh coconut scent pricked his nose, accompanied by a pleasant, gentle splash.

His thirst deepened.

Jiwon was like a bottomless jar—a well that could never be filled.

****

[Where the hell did they get that?]

[As expected, the Chairman’s eye is sharp, damn.]

[They said he was a substitute driver, but turns out he was a pro.]

[That bastard... I wanna suck his tits once.]

[Get real. Do you think there’s anything left for us to suck? The Chairman’s gonna fuck him to hell, lol.]

[Even if he’s fucked to hell, he’d be fine at that level.]

[Whoa. So this bastard was a closet case too?]

[I've never seen a pervert who wasn’t a closet case.]

[Is that a self-introduction?]

[Wow, look at that bastard getting off hard.]

[Crazy. He’s really sucking it hard.]

[Fuck. He must have had at least three dicks shoved in.]

[Greedy as hell.]

[Who said that was a toilet?]

[Wasn’t the broker a total slut?]

[Sluts recognize sluts.]

[I hope the Chairman backs down.]

[Wake up from that dream.]

The live chat was on fire.

Gwak Tan was watching the live screen and admiring it too.

This play wasn’t planned at all.

Originally, the plan was to have him masturbate with a snake-shaped dildo, then meet another Adam for sex in Eden. The sex partner was undecided. The schedule was mapped out systematically—starting from one-on-one sex, then moving into a threesome.

But yesterday, when the CCTV shut off and the guests missed the foursome scene, they made a new temporary scenario for Sailor 1.

It delivered an equally provocative fist fuck.

The idea wasn’t Gwak Tan’s but his cousin’s. The cousin had no interest in that stuff at all, so it was surprising—and that surprise was a hit.

“You want me to do it?”

“Why me? We’ve got a pro.”

The cousin recommended an expert crew member in that field.

There was really only one guy specialized in that. The pro of pros.

Since it was a risky play and quite painful for beginners, Gwak Tan raised the concentration of the air-dispersed drug along with the coconut oil.

He felt guilty for not getting Grandpa’s permission first but was sure Grandpa would understand watching the live broadcast.

Thanks to the guy the cousin recommended, they made an amazing scene. Of course, the credit mostly went to Sailor 1 for going along with it.

Sailor 1—the only crew Grandpa stubbornly insisted on selecting—turned out more versatile than expected.

Gwak Tan hurriedly opened Kim Jiwon’s profile file.

Substitute driver, logistics center worker. Chauffeur for a room salon. Lives in a goshiwon. Closet case, bisexual.

Except for his natural looks, there was nothing special about him. Honestly, he was boring.

No, special because his genitals had been severed.

But Gwak Tan didn’t recognize the hidden value in this guy. If Grandpa hadn’t pushed for his selection, he’d never have picked him.

Who would pick a guy with a defect like that for a sex party—the most critical issue?

But Grandpa did. The guy who would have failed naked in the first interview passed immediately. The second and third rounds were just to test how desperate and capable he really was.

What exactly did Grandpa see in him to find such a lewd side?

Gwak Tan felt insignificant compared to Grandpa’s excellent eye that could find pearls in the mud.

I’m not even worth the dirt under Grandpa’s fingernails.

Somehow, he felt both proud and crushed.

Is this really the difference between a genius and a mediocre?

No. It’s a matter of experience. Also of seniority.

How could a 35-year-old like him surpass the experience of an octogenarian?

Gwak Tan muted the video sound and observed Sailor 1’s status while adjusting the afternoon schedule.

Though some unpleasant incidents had occurred inside the project these past few days, they ended surprisingly lightly.

As expected, it was Gwak Jun’s doing. Deputy Jeong Hyunwook insisted he knew nothing, but no one believed it. Gwak Jun’s bastard tongue was as sharp as his own.

He’d been exhausted from staying up all night but felt refreshed.

Since there was no longer anyone threatening the Paradise Project, he could focus even more on the work.

From the second week, individual schedules were arranged for each crew, carefully timed not to overlap. Experienced managers like Manager Kim had already organized and double-checked everything, but fully entrusting important matters to subordinates was amateurish. This was the key working method Grandpa had taught Gwak Tan.

Grandpa left the work to the juniors but personally checked everything two or three times—not to find faults or show superiority but to ensure perfection.

Thanks to such efforts, Grandpa proudly said he’d never made a single mistake in over sixty years.

Of course, Gwak Tan still had a long way to go to follow Grandpa. He knew his shortcomings well.

He lacked sharp insight to see the essence of things and the strength to dig into that essence, failed to uncover hidden truths, and was bad at understanding tangled relationships and meanings. Also, his self-control was weak, and when faced with obstacles, he lacked the calmness and composure to observe trends.

He was impatient and hot-tempered. He inherited Grandpa’s business skills and eloquence but ruined his strengths with his temper. Naturally, he made plenty of mistakes.

But whenever he was with Grandpa, he changed 180 degrees. When working on projects together, he could bring his few strengths to the highest level. Just having Grandpa nearby calmed and steadied him.

Just like now.

Whistling, Gwak Tan skimmed through the schedule.

Though the player enjoyed it, it had been quite intense, so rest was needed. They also had to check where the heavy bleeding came from.

“Let’s see.”

Sailor 1 had two games and three sex sessions scheduled tomorrow.

Maybe they should call it a day?

Yeah. Let’s assign a few guys to jerk him off or suck his tits.

If they got horny and had sex, it’d be good for both.

The guy who’d just punched Kim Jiwon was with the Wild Dog crew, so Gwak Tan turned his attention to the cops this time.

Out of the three uncertain about whether they’d done a foursome, he picked Son Geonwoo.

He had a decent face and was popular with guests and crew at first, but contrary to expectations, his performance was mediocre. Maybe because of bipolar disorder, his mood swings were severe and his actions extreme. They expected him to be one of the unopened Pandora’s boxes but feared it would end in disappointment.

Yeah. Let’s pair Sailor 1, who rose to ace instantly with the fist fuck, with Son Geonwoo. They’d liked each other since day one of training, so maybe unexpected synergy would appear.

Gwak Tan adjusted Sailor 1’s afternoon schedule and changed Son Geonwoo’s as well.

Hmm. One is too predictable.

He chuckled.

Should he add one more?

Who to pick?

Set up a 2:2 double date?

Or pit them as rivals?

Gwak Tan enjoyed the dilemma while glancing at the screen.

Sailor 1 was crying. He looked to be in a lot of pain, trembling all over.

Gwak Tan hit the emergency button.

“Manager Kim, increase the drug concentration in Sailor 1’s zone, and when he calms down, handle him. Then we can proceed with the afternoon schedule.”

Yes, understood.

The concentration seemed to be rising already as Sailor 1’s expression brightened. His face showed calm as he savored the wind and scent.

Manager Kim didn’t argue, even though Gwak Tan hadn’t yet spoken—he must have acted preemptively.

Tch. Manager Kim’s no ordinary guy either.

Gwak Tan smiled bitterly and picked another guy to pair with Sailor 1. He wore a satisfied grin.

Then he switched the screen.

Sailor 7’s face appeared.

He reacted sluggishly to the drugs, maybe because he had experience with them. Compared to Sailor 1, who reacted immediately, Sailor 7 seemed almost sober, but watching him was still interesting.

Since the airborne drugs now matched perfectly with the oil, everything would be fine once he reached the puddle. No matter how much tolerance he’d developed, he wouldn’t come to his senses.

Gwak Tan scrutinized Sailor 7’s naked body. His somewhat thick figure fit Gwak Tan’s taste perfectly. If only he didn’t look like Cha Jongsu, he’d be his top pick.

Well, just enjoying it with his eyes was enough.

Gwak Tan muted the audio and skimmed Sailor 7’s profile.

Park Geonwoo, 29, Korean-American. Drug addict.

A typical loser who immigrated as a teenager following his parents. Somehow got into drugs. Tch.

As a fellow Korean-American, Gwak Tan thought it was pathetic that people like him gave them a bad name.

Though the papers said he’d quit drugs, who believed that?

You can’t quit drugs even in death.

Except for the late Gwak Hyesung, he was the only sailor allergic to the drugs Grandpa developed, but it wasn’t a serious reaction.

The monitor carried Sailor 7’s voice, resonant and almost as rich as a voice actor’s.

He had arrived at his assigned puddle an hour later than Sailor 1 and was happily splashing around, humming a tune before spraying oil and starting to masturbate.

As Gwak Tan scrolled through the papers, his gaze stopped at one entry.

The real reason the guy came back to Korea caught his interest.

Why hadn’t he seen this before?

His eyes snapped open.

Damn it, there wasn’t a single normal guy.

Gwak Tan studied the document carefully and chuckled to himself.