They lay side by side on the bed, catching their breath in silence.

A satisfied smile lingered on both of their faces.

No one said anything about how good it was or wasn’t. They simply savored the afterglow.

“Want some water?”

Number 3 broke the silence with a question.

Jiwon quietly nodded.

Number 3, drenched in sweat, rose to his feet and headed to the mini fridge. His glistening body looked even more obscene because of the sweat.

“No water. I’ll go get some. Just wait here.”

Without even considering putting on a robe, Number 3 walked out of Jiwon’s room stark naked. Still lying with his legs spread, Jiwon reached toward the side table. Just as he was about to grab the tissue box, the door reopened.

“Don’t wipe my cum without me watching.”

Number 3 called out in a rush.

Jiwon let out a short laugh.

“Alright.”

Even after hearing the answer, Number 3 strode in, grabbed the tissue box, and added,

“I said I wasn’t going to wipe it.”

“That’s not it. The door. If it closes, Sailor-nim will have to come open it again. Then it’ll leak out.”

Jiwon hadn’t thought that far. He was baffled by how meticulous Number 3 was—he didn’t even look the type. Internally grumbling about how obsessive he was, Jiwon watched as Number 3 wedged the tissue box between the door and the frame, then left again.

Five minutes later, he returned with six bottles of water in both hands.

“Why’d you bring so many?”

Jiwon sat up, grumbling.

“We’ve still got a few more rounds to go. You thought we were done?”

He said it like it was nothing, cracking open a bottle and handing it to him.

“Who said I wanted more?”

Jiwon replied with false indifference, taking the bottle and drinking.

Just because he’d come multiple times didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. The problem was that even so, he was still turned on by Number 3.

The moment he heard “a few more rounds,” heat surged through his whole body. His lower belly, still full of Number 3’s cum, trembled.

There had to be a limit to being addicted to sex. This was enough to make even a lunatic cry.

“Give it here.”

Once he was done drinking, Number 3 quickly snatched the bottle away.

Then he lunged at Jiwon. Slipping between Jiwon’s legs, he pressed his now-erect cock into his hole.

“I’m not—”

Before the sentence was even finished, the head had already slipped in.

The hole, still filled with cum, produced its own lube.

“Fuck, I’m losing my mind.”

Jiwon breathed out the words in something close to a sigh and received him. He clutched at Number 3’s broad shoulders.

They had sex again. It hurt like hell, but the pleasure doubled in turn. His hole, rectum, and prostate had grown even more sensitive since the first time, greedily swallowing up that snake-like cock. It sucked him in with obscene squelching.

Clenching and releasing like he was milking him, Jiwon squeezed the cock inside him. He hadn’t known he could be this skilled at sex, but now he was writhing in unspeakable ecstasy, riding Number 3 hard. That, in turn, drove Number 3 into an even deeper frenzy.

The more he was stimulated, the stronger he got. Every thrust and every pull intensified with equal power.

Like a child getting more energy the more he played, Number 3 got bolder and more frenzied with every fuck.

Jiwon felt so good he was on the brink of losing his mind.

He took Number 3’s cock, sobbing to the point of wailing, and came nearly every time he was penetrated. His whole body melted into pleasure.

By the end, he wasn’t even in his right mind.

He climbed on top of Number 3.

Voluntarily, he straddled him and began to ride, rolling his hips.

Seeing Number 3’s ecstatic face react each time he moved, Jiwon put even more effort into it.

“Don’t come yet. Not yet.”

Jiwon shouted.

Just moments ago, he’d felt like he couldn’t go on, but Number 3’s cock tasted too good—every time it went in, he got another burst of energy. He felt like he’d go crazy if he couldn’t have it. Honestly, his insides were wrecked, but the greed not to let go of something this good was stronger. He wanted to keep this cock inside him as long as possible.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

Number 3 asked and picked up the pace.

Jiwon slammed down while Number 3 thrust up—they fucked perfectly in sync.

They had no idea how many times they thrust and were thrust into.

Moaning like beasts, they reached climax nearly simultaneously. They came.

Jiwon collapsed on top of Number 3’s body.

His whole body trembled.

Their panting was so loud it was hard to tell whose ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) breath belonged to whom. And yet they sought each other’s lips. Barely breathing, they sucked and bit at each other’s tongues.

“This is insane.”

They both said it at once, then chuckled.

“Shit. We’re a perfect fucking match.”

Number 3 said as he grabbed Jiwon’s ass.

“You mean sexually compatible?”

Jiwon’s question disappeared into Number 3’s mouth.

A moment later, Number 3 answered with his cock.

“Who knows? Guess we’ll have to keep testing.”

Even after coming, he was still half-hard—and he drove it in with a wet slap.

Caught off guard, Jiwon let out a moan, coquettish and sweet. He’d really thought he couldn’t take any more, but now that his hole had tasted that cock, it reacted on its own.

Still seated on top of Number 3, Jiwon placed both hands on his chest and continued to ride. With every thrust, the cum that had filled him leaked out. Wet, obscene squelching filled the room.

That’s how the third round began.

****

He couldn’t lift a single finger.

Jiwon had used up every last drop of his strength. He couldn’t feel anything below the waist. It was a miracle he hadn’t torn apart down there.

He lay side by side with Number 3, staring at the ceiling.

Again, there was no pointless conversation. As if it were natural, they simply basked in the afterglow.

Jiwon found himself liking the unexpectedly quiet Number 3 even more.

In the past, he’d only had penetrative sex three times, and every partner had said shit like, “Fuck, you grip so tight,” “So damn snug,” “Tighten more, it’s too loose,”—lines that belonged in cheap porn. Guys with dicks barely the size of two fingers talking shit about how loose he was. Maybe that kind of dirty talk turned them on, but it only made Jiwon lose interest entirely.

But Number 3, who actually had a real cock, didn’t say any of that. He didn’t waste energy on bullshit like whether it was tight or not. He proved it with his body.

And that, to Jiwon, was incredibly satisfying.

He wasn’t just handsome—he had perfect sex manners. Sure, he wasn’t exactly considerate, but if he had been, Jiwon might’ve been disappointed.

The afterglow lingered for a while.

It was the first truly intimate sex he’d had since the incident. He had held someone’s naked body, kissed them. They had breathed together, shared saliva, gasped into each other’s mouths.

Yes, they were the same gender. Yes, the body inside him had a cock. But none of that bothered him.

He was simply glad he could share this kind of heat and passion with someone.

Even if it was just lust, his heart felt full.

Jiwon kept glancing at Number 3’s cock, as if to remind himself that what had been inside him wasn’t a leather glove, wasn’t a fist. Sometimes the cock still turned into that glove in his mind, making his stomach drop, but the hallucination was fading. Gradually, Number 3’s cock was replacing the painful memories.

More than anything, his cock was so much softer—and so fucking good.

The pain didn’t matter at all.

At some point, the sky outside had grown dark.

“Should I sleep over tonight?”

Number 3 asked.

When Jiwon turned to look, Number 3 turned his head toward him as well.

Even his shadowed face looked sculpted.

“Well, why not? We’re free now.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Starting today, sex, masturbation, even visiting other crews’ rooms—it was all allowed. They’d heard that during orientation, and so far, there hadn’t been any announcements restricting it.

Besides, the admins had sent Number 3 as a gift themselves.

Spending the night with Number 3...

Jiwon wanted to. But if they spent the whole night fucking, it might be too much.

“Think there’s a game tonight?”

He asked as if to himself.

“Too late for a game now, don’t you think?”

Number 3 gestured toward the window.

For it to be that dark in the middle of summer, it had to be past 8 p.m. He was probably right—it was too late for a game today.

Which meant... they’d likely start first thing tomorrow morning.

If he wanted to win the game, it was best to save his strength.

While he was mulling it over, an annoying electronic tone rang out.

“Ugh, what now?”

Number 3 grumbled.

“Seriously.”

Jiwon echoed him.

He ignored the previous question.

[All crew members, please report to the cafeteria. I repeat, all crew members must report to the cafeteria.]

The moment he heard “cafeteria,” Jiwon’s stomach let out a loud gurgle. It was embarrassingly noisy. Made sense, though—they hadn’t eaten anything since last night, and they’d been doing nonstop intense exercise.

“Ah, I’m starving to death.”

Number 3 said as he sat up.

Then he reached out a hand to Jiwon.

“Come on, let’s shower.”

He urged him.

Jiwon, of course, wanted to shower too. The sheets were soaked in their bodily fluids, and it was starting to get to him. The only issue was—he genuinely had no strength left.

“What are you doing? Let’s go.”

Number 3 all but lifted him to his feet.

His hot skin pressed against Jiwon’s slick, sweaty body.

How could he be so soft? So warm?

Worried he’d start getting aroused again, Jiwon quickly pulled away.

Of course, standing on two legs was nearly impossible. But he couldn’t collapse in front of his sex partner, so he forced himself to walk through sheer willpower.

“How are you going to manage like that?”

Number 3 teased, deliberately letting Jiwon go first to watch him struggle.

“Why don’t you try taking it in the ass?”

Jiwon shot back.

Number 3 laughed.

“Just saying. Sensitive, aren’t you?”

Then he pressed his hips against Jiwon’s butt. More precisely—he rubbed his cock against it. A pleasant warmth spread.

“What, totally dead now?”

Jiwon teased him in return, sounding mock-disappointed.

“You saying that to me?”

Number 3 looked genuinely offended.

“I could get hard instantly if I wanted. Want me to prove it?”

Even though he knew Jiwon was just provoking him, his pride was clearly wounded. So immature.

“No one said anything. You’re the sensitive one.”

Jiwon retorted, and Number 3 pulled him into a sudden hug.

“Such a tease.”

His lips brushed Jiwon’s ear.

“Well, who told you to provoke me?”

Number 3 giggled.

What a lunatic, Jiwon thought.

Sex had brought them a lot closer—both physically and emotionally.

Jiwon didn’t even think about needing to be cautious around him. For now, he was just deeply satisfied with the sex, and more than anything, he was grateful that Number 3 had helped him escape the nightmare, even if just a little.

To be honest, he wouldn’t mind if he spent the entire main Party just fucking Number 3. And when the time came to meet the hosts and guests responsible for this project—once he saw their faces—he wanted to slit their throats on the spot. If he could. If he truly could, he wouldn’t hesitate, no matter how brutal it was.

“Should I stay over?”

Number 3 asked again.

Say no.

Reason screamed.

“We’ll see.”

But instinct won.

Jiwon gave an ambiguous answer.

Left the door open for Number 3.

Crazy bastard.

And yet—part of him was already looking forward to the night.