This is insane.

Jiwon deliberately ignored Number 3 picking his gown back up and pressed a hand against his chest.

It had been dizzying. The moment he saw Number 3’s naked body, Jiwon got sexually aroused on the spot. Even after such brutal play, even after retrieving such grotesque memories—getting turned on like this? He must’ve lost his fucking mind.

Just a minute ago—literally a minute ago—he’d been tortured by the return of his past. And now he wanted to have sex?

He wanted to question himself.

But Number 3’s bare body was so beautiful that such self-reproach was utterly useless.

He should’ve just told him to stay naked.

Jiwon felt strangely disappointed when Number 3 put the gown back on.

He was out of his goddamn mind.

“Mind if I sit?”

Number 3 gestured at the couch as he asked.

“Ah, yeah. Please, go ahead.”

Jiwon responded stiffly, like a robot, still unable to process the fact that he was in the same room with Number 3.

He had no idea why he was so tense.

Number 3 sat down casually on the couch as if it were his own home and looked up at Jiwon, not the garden.

“You don’t seem happy to see me.”

His tone was slightly brusque.

“That’s not it. I’m just... surprised.”

Jiwon stood awkwardly, afraid to approach—afraid of what he might do to Number 3 if he got too close.

“Would you... like some water?”

He opened the mini fridge, which he hadn’t touched until now. Like in any hotel, there were two bottles of water inside. Jiwon grabbed both bottles—then immediately regretted it.

He shouldn’t have offered.

Bringing the water meant he’d have to get closer.

He approached like someone approaching a dangerous predator, carefully setting the bottles down on the small table. Thirsty, he gulped his own water down first. Number 3 watched him quietly for a moment, then asked, “You don’t like your gift?”

“Of course not.”

Ah. Fuck.

He hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

Number 3 burst out laughing and then choked on his own spit. Jiwon opened a bottle and clumsily held it out. When Number 3 couldn’t manage to take it, coughing too much, Jiwon brought it directly to him.

Number 3, face bright red, hastily drank the water. When the coughing didn’t stop, Jiwon reached out and patted his back.

Not realizing it had all been a setup, he gently stroked up and down.

“You’re sweet.”

Number 3 whispered with a beaming smile.

This little shit.

When Jiwon tried to pull his hand back, Number 3 started coughing again.

“Not falling for that.”

Smack—he gave him a firm pat on the back.

Then he sat down across from him.

It was the first time in a week of staying in this room that he actually sat on the couch.

It had also been a long time since he sat like this, casually, with someone else.

With the beautiful garden behind him, Number 3 looked unreal. Like someone from a painting.

So close, yet untouchable—something meant to be appreciated with the eyes only.

“You weren’t waiting for someone else, were you?”

He asked kindly.

Jiwon shook his head.

“Not really... I just didn’t expect this kind of gift.”

“Then what?”

“Something to eat, maybe.”

When Jiwon replied, Number 3 chuckled.

“Like what?”

“...Fried chicken and beer.”

He answered honestly.

That made Number 3 laugh out loud.

How could even his teeth be that perfect?

Jiwon found himself thinking that. Number 3 grinned and said, “Now that you mention it, I want some too.”

“Should we ask for it?”

“Ask who?”

“The team leader.”

Number 3 replied confidently.

Jiwon let out a small laugh.

“Think they’d actually say yes?”

He’d thought about it before, but never once dared to ask the team leader directly.

“Who knows. But before that, we’ve got a job to do.”

At Number 3’s words, Jiwon raised an eyebrow.

“You have to receive your gift.”

He pointed to himself.

His eyes sparkled like gemstones as he stared at Jiwon.

“Are you going to refuse?”

His voice was careful.

But he wasn’t intimidated. Nor did he sound pushy in the slightest. If Jiwon shook his head, he gave off the impression he’d leave without regret.

Aren’t you bothered? Coming here as a gift?

He almost asked that.

Thank God he didn’t.

Normally, a reward would be money or material goods. But this wasn’t a normal place. Reason didn’t work here. This was a place that existed solely for sex.

Jiwon braced himself against his own emotional responses.

Number 3 stared at him.

Those black eyes, impossible to read, fixed on Jiwon.

“Was it hard?”

There was no subject in the sentence, but Jiwon knew exactly what he meant.

He gave a small nod.

“A little. But... I enjoyed it.”

He added.

It had been his first time experiencing such brutal play, but he’d climaxed multiple times. Even with the drug’s help, he couldn’t deny the fact that he was someone obsessed with sex.

Number 3 fell quiet for a moment, lost in thought. Then he stood up.

Stretching, he said,

“If it’s really too hard, just enjoy it with your eyes. Since I’m the gift, I’ll handle the rest.”

Then added,

“Oh, and I’m not doing this because someone ordered me to. Don’t misunderstand.”

He casually removed the shower gown and walked toward the bed.

Then turned and asked Jiwon,

“Should I start by jerking off? I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t let it out.”

He said it so naturally there wasn’t even time to be flustered.

Jiwon, sitting on the couch, couldn’t help but stare directly at Number 3’s cock.

“So, what... did you do all day?”

He asked, barely managing to lift his gaze to Number 3’s face.

“They gathered us in the lecture room for some brainwashing lesson. It was so boring, I nearly escaped.”

Number 3 was already perched on the bed, where Jiwon could see him clearly.

Even in the short moment it took for him to remove the gown and walk to the bed, Number 3 moved like a well-trained soldier—efficient, without wasted motion. But not stiff. His movements had a dancer’s grace.

He was beautiful.

How could someone be born like that?

Gulp. Jiwon swallowed dryly.

Number 3 didn’t wait for permission.

He leaned back slightly, propping his upper body with one arm, and gripped his penis with the other.

Even before it was fully erect, it was impressive in size and shape—perfect in color and form.

“Too fast? Want me to wait a bit?”

He asked belatedly.

“Uh...”

It was fast, but Jiwon couldn’t bring himself to say stop.

By then, his brain had already been hijacked by lust and refused to function properly.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

He hadn’t expected things to end up like this with Number 3. He hadn’t dreamed of some romantic relationship, but being given him as a reward? That hadn’t even crossed his mind.

Interpreting Jiwon’s silence as consent, Number 3 curled his seductive lips into a smile and slowly began stroking his cock.

He gripped it with his large hand, squeezing and shaking, steadily increasing his speed.

His technique was skillful, but his posture was rough.

He’d clearly never done this for someone else before.

It showed.

And that, strangely, made Jiwon even more aroused.

If what he said was true—that he wasn’t doing this on command—then he was doing it for Jiwon’s pleasure and no one else’s.

That alone made Jiwon’s chest tighten.

He couldn’t just watch.

Number 3’s breathing grew heavier. He furrowed his brows more often, but still never took his eyes off Jiwon as he masturbated.

His erection had grown far beyond the size of his hand.

Clear fluid dripped from the tip.

The slick sounds of hand against cock grew louder, wet with precum.

Number 3, aided by the fluid, gripped and stroked harder.

Jiwon unconsciously untied the sash of his gown.

He turned the sofa directly toward Number 3 and spread his legs.

Even with that ugly excuse for a cock exposed, he felt no shame. He was simply following instinct.

A smile crept across Number 3’s lips.

They locked eyes—and began to masturbate together.

Jiwon had started a little late, but catching up wasn’t hard.

The slap of their hands on flesh rang out in sync.

They moaned, as if in competition, gasping and rocking their bodies.

Their hands moved faster and faster. Jiwon was nearly sliding off the sofa. Number 3, caught up in his own arousal, barely managed to support his upper body.

They were both nearing climax.

“Come on me.”

He didn’t even know what state of mind had made him say it.

He’d just surrendered to the primal urge—the instinctual desire to be ejaculated on by Number 3.

Without hesitation, Number 3 got up.

Still pumping his cock, he strode straight toward Jiwon.

Jiwon watched that cock sway in front of his face. It looked so delicious he instinctively opened his mouth. The fully engorged shaft slid in. He sucked hard, taking half of it in.

Number 3 groaned and shuddered.

This time, Jiwon opened his mouth and throat even wider and pushed it in deeper, greedily to the back of his throat. Then sucked, slowly but with firm lips.

Better than any hallucination. Better than what he’d imagined while drugged. Number 3’s cock tasted infinitely better sober.

To be rewarded with something this good—it felt overwhelming.

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. He sucked and sucked again.

Number 3’s fingers threaded into Jiwon’s hair and gently clutched it.

His breath was ragged, pushed to the edge by both his own hand and Jiwon’s mouth. He was practically groaning in agony.

Jiwon looked up at him with the cock still in his mouth.

He bared his teeth and scraped along it. Then tightened his lips and sucked.

Schlop! A loud slurp rang out.

The grip on his hair tightened.

“Ugh—!” Number 3 groaned loudly as his cum filled Jiwon’s mouth.

Jiwon, determined not to waste a single drop, pulled the cock out just far enough to hold the head in his mouth. He licked around the tip, cleaning up every bit of fluid with his tongue. Sucked it all in.

Slurp, slurp. Each time he swallowed, Number 3’s body jerked hard.

He let out a deeply satisfied groan.

Still gazing up at him, Jiwon sucked the cock.

Watching his flushed cheeks, staring into those glittering black eyes, he swallowed everything.

Then, smiling contentedly, he pulled Number 3’s cock from his mouth.

Number 3 stretched out his arms.

Jiwon thought he was being pulled up—but that wasn’t it.

Number 3 hooked his arms under Jiwon’s armpits, lifted him, and carried him to the bed.

Jiwon, suddenly lying flat, didn’t even have time to catch his breath before his cock was in Number 3’s mouth.

He took Jiwon’s cock into his mouth.

That thing—barely even worthy of being called a cock, that grotesque, mutilated piece—he swallowed it with that beautiful mouth, as if it were nothing.