Substitute-Chapter 40

The swimming pool was far larger than it had appeared from the outside. The most striking thing was that it didn't have the typical chemical scent associated with pools. The air was pleasant, and the indoor temperature was surprisingly perfect.

Jiwon squatted down to check the water temperature. It was optimal. The sensation of the water against his hand felt inexplicably good.

Beep—.

With a mechanical sound, the entrance door to the pool area closed.

As always, the team leaders entered first, followed by the swimming coaches, all wearing colored masks.

The crew members naturally gathered in front of their respective team leaders.

"Everyone, strip! Take off everything — not a single thread left on your body!"

A full strip order was given. Despite the changing room being right next to them, they were ordered to undress inside the pool area.

No one hesitated. In fact, some even seemed to enjoy flaunting their naked bodies. A few of the muzzled ones went as far as to tear their shirts apart.

Jiwon tried to keep himself from getting swept up in the atmosphere, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain focus.

It was becoming alarmingly easy to expose his mutilated penis in front of others, and he found himself staring at other men's cocks, appraising them without feeling uncomfortable.

Just moments ago, when everyone had been pissing under the guise of "honey collection," he had wanted to avoid looking at anyone's genitals. But now, he was curious. He was surprised to discover that Park Gunwoo was packing an unexpectedly large cock. Son Gunwoo's was big too, but not as massive as he had imagined, which was a slight letdown. And Number 3's was not only large but also surprisingly attractive in both shape and color.

He couldn't say he felt no aversion whatsoever, but at the same time, he was undeniably aroused by the sight of healthy, attractive, naked bodies. Just a few hours ago, he had been fighting back nausea, but now he found himself enjoying the atmosphere.

But he desperately tried to deny that he was not only getting accustomed to it but also increasingly aroused by it.

While the crew members were stripping, five masked coaches lined up at the front near the lanes.

The swimming coaches wore black, knee-length swim trunks and masks made of swim cap material. The caps were white, red, yellow, green, and blue.

The coach wearing the white cap was the head instructor.

"Good afternoon. I am the head swimming coach responsible for improving your swimming skills from now on. Looking forward to working with you."

The white cap gave a formal bow, and the rest of the coaches followed suit.

None of them seemed to care that their students were completely naked.

"Now, we'll divide into teams. If you can swim properly in freestyle, breaststroke, butterfly, or backstroke and have received formal training, move behind the coach in the blue cap," the head instructor announced.

A total of eight, including Jiwon, moved behind the blue cap. Both Gunwoos and Number 3 were among them.

When Park Gunwoo noticed Number 3 joining their group, he silently mouthed a cheer. Son Gunwoo, however, scowled. A few who had been considering moving to their group hesitated after noticing the combination of Son Gunwoo and Number 3 and ended up staying where they were.

It was a combination that drew attention.

Jiwon wasn’t exactly thrilled to be surrounded by the most striking members of the crew, but at the same time, he felt a strange sense of pride. Being part of a special group made him feel superior in a way he hadn’t expected.

He was unaware of how wrong that feeling was.

Deep down, he only felt a vague, unexplainable discomfort.

"No physical contact!"

A loud whistle blast was followed by the Captain’s shout.

When Jiwon turned around, he saw that some of the guys had already started groping each other.

Animals.

Despite being no different, Jiwon clicked his tongue internally.

He made eye contact with Number 3. Normally, Jiwon would have looked away immediately, but for some reason, he didn’t want to this time. Why?

He looked up at Number 3, who was at least ten centimeters taller. They stared at each other for a while.

Number 3 was too attractive to be summed up as just "handsome." Despite being the same gender, Jiwon’s heart thudded in his chest.

"Ouch."

Suddenly, a sharp sting shot through his forearm. He turned to see Son Gunwoo pinching him.

"Jealous, huh?"

Number 3 said playfully.

"If you can at least dog paddle, move behind the coach in the green cap."

Son Gunwoo shot a glare at Number 3. Did they exchange some kind of hostile look? Jiwon couldn’t tell. The coach’s call had already forced him to take a step away from the two of them.

But he could still feel the jealous eyes of the other crew members following him.

A total of nine crew members who could manage a dog paddle gathered behind the green cap.

"If you can’t swim but can at least float, move behind the coach in the yellow cap."

Five crew members moved over.

"And lastly, if you’ve never swum before, move behind the coach in the red cap."

The remaining seven gathered around the red cap.

"From now on, you will be divided into teams based on these groups. Understood?"

The white cap shouted, and a scattered chorus of "Yes!" echoed back.

"Louder! Understood?"

"Yes!"

"Alright. You have ten minutes to shampoo, shower, and gather back here. Move!"

The white cap pointed toward the direction of the changing and shower rooms.

Jiwon had expected them to just jump into the water as they were, but instead, the training proceeded by the book.

The crew members, as if on cue, shouted "Waaaah!" and sprinted toward the shower room like overexcited children.

"Fuck, they’re making us do all sorts of shit," Park Gunwoo muttered, his voice tinged with excitement. His unexpectedly large cock swung as he hurried ahead of Jiwon. freewebnøvel.com

The shower ended quickly. Upon returning to the pool, each crew member was handed a swim cap in the color of their designated group, with a large number written on it.

Park Gunwoo received blue cap number 1, Son Gunwoo number 4, and Number 3 was given number 3. Initially, Jiwon was given cap number 3, but Number 3, who had received number 6, exchanged it with him.

"Just in case we get mixed up," Number 3 said with a grin as he pulled the swim cap over Jiwon’s head. Jiwon didn’t resist.

The coach in the blue cap led their group to a designated area. The other groups also moved simultaneously, creating a surreal sight of twenty-nine young men, completely naked except for brightly colored swim caps, moving around the massive pool.

"We'll be using lanes 3 and 4. We’ll start with freestyle. Everyone ready?"

After a surprisingly long warm-up, the coach finally gave the call.

The eight of them, plus the coach, spread out along the two lanes.

It was the first time Jiwon had swum naked since he was a child, a time he could barely remember.

And, to his shock, it felt incredibly good. The water caressing his skin felt unreasonably soft, and every current sliding against his body felt like the most exquisite touch.

It wasn’t just because he hadn’t swum in so long — it was distinctly sexual.

His body quivered as he swam, letting out involuntary moans of pleasure. Every stroke, every kick, every movement through the water made his entire body tingle.

And then it happened. Jiwon ejaculated.

At the very moment he was holding onto Number 3’s shoulder.

He hadn’t even realized it, but they had somehow ended up embracing each other.

And they both came.

Simultaneously.

Jiwon trembled, his body shaking uncontrollably with the aftershocks of orgasm. He clung to Number 3's shoulder so tightly that his nails dug into the man's skin. His gasping breaths echoed around them, impossible to hide.

"Blue Cap 3 and 6 — out!"

The instructor's shout finally jolted them apart, but even as they separated, their eyes remained locked. Number 3 was panting, his face flushed as he stared at Jiwon.

If they could, they would have embraced again, grabbed each other’s cocks, and continued right there.

"Physical contact prohibited! Physical contact prohibited!"

The instructor's voice thundered across the pool.

Before he could reach for Number 3 again, Jiwon forced himself to paddle toward the pool edge. But Number 3 followed. As if in jest, he brushed his fingers against Jiwon's ankle, causing him to lose his balance.

"What the fuck? Are you trying to get me hurt?" Jiwon shouted.

Number 3 only grinned and dove underwater.

Jiwon felt Number 3's body brush against his, circling him beneath the surface, skin against skin. The sensation of Number 3’s firm, slick flesh sliding against his own was enough to make Jiwon's cock twitch again.

There was no time to feel embarrassed. He was too aroused to even think straight.

"Blue Cap 3 and 6 — get out of the water now!"

If not for the coach’s shout, Jiwon might have climaxed again right there.

Even after emerging from the water, the arousal refused to subside. Jiwon's breaths were still heavy, his pulse racing. He had to take several deep breaths to try and calm himself down.

The swim session, which had initially been scheduled to last two hours, ended after just one hour.

Those who had ejaculated alone were given a 5-point penalty. Those who had ejaculated while in contact with someone else — like Jiwon and Number 3 — received a 10-point penalty. If they had been caught holding each other’s cocks while ejaculating, they would have been immediately disqualified.

Jiwon’s heart sank only after receiving the penalty.

"Um... About earlier... I'm sorry," Jiwon said as they headed toward the showers, glancing at Number 3.

Number 3’s eyes widened slightly before a warm, mischievous smile spread across his face.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing."

Number 3’s gaze dropped to Jiwon's thigh.

At some point, a bright red handprint had appeared on Jiwon's skin.

"Hope it doesn’t bruise," Number 3 said, winking playfully before brushing past Jiwon.

When had he grabbed him that hard?

Jiwon stared at the red mark. He was lucky it was only his thigh. If it had been his cock, things could have gotten much more complicated.

But just as he was feeling relieved, a sharp, tingling pain shot through # Nоvеlight # the area.

It was a stinging, throbbing sensation.

And to Jiwon’s horror, his disfigured cock started to swell again.

Jiwon frowned, clutching his cap with one hand while trying to hide his growing erection with the other.