Chapter 13
After the pervert inspection wrapped up, the first thing we did was dinner. Following the researcher's guidance, we headed to a spacious hall that felt just like a cafeteria. One wall had a buffet-style spread of food, and you grabbed a tray and loaded up whatever you wanted. Participants in their lab clothes were scattered around in small groups, eating and chatting. The hum of conversation mixed with the clink of utensils.
Our group arrived a bit later than the others because of the final procedures. The moment we stepped in, eyes locked onto us from every direction. Why's everyone staring? Oh, right. We'd come out of the exit totally naked earlier. Everyone who'd seen that was here. They probably still had a vivid memory of me strutting out, my dick swinging side to side.
Feeling those awkward stares on my back, I grabbed a tray. The buffet line was more generous than I'd expected—grilled beef, salmon salad, cream pasta, all sorts of side dishes. This wasn't some company cafeteria; it was hotel buffet level. As expected of a 5 million won gig. They're not holding back on the cash.
I piled my tray high and turned to find a seat. In the corner of my vision, I spotted three familiar faces: Park Ha-young, Yoon Seo-yeon, and Na Ye-jin. The three of them sat side by side, eating. Ha-young said something, Na Ye-jin nodded with a smirk, and Yoon Seo-yeon quietly worked her chopsticks, head down. It was a totally relaxed vibe among the girls, a far cry from the humiliating tension from before.
I wanted to go sit with them. But there was no way I could. I'd seen all three of them naked up close. Even their pussies. While I was rock-hard and leaking precum. No one could just plop down next to them like nothing happened and say, "This food's great, right?" Even if I tried, Na Ye-jin would've smashed my tray over my head for sure.
I sat as far away as possible. Alone, without anyone I knew, eating my sad solitary meal. But damn, the food was good. The beef melted in my mouth. When was the last time I'd had real meat? With my life of convenience store triangle kimbap and cup ramen, I never dreamed I'd be eating like this. It was worth coming here just for this. Of course, factoring in everything else today, it was worth way more.
I called it lonely, but that didn't last long in front of delicious food. Happiness welled up with every bite of beef. Food really is the essence of life.
After dinner came the facility tour. A researcher stepped up front and started explaining.
"Now we'll show you the bathrooms and bedrooms."
The bathroom was a massive public bath—no showers, just one huge tub and a long row of sinks.
"Bath times are until 9 p.m. for men, and after 9 for women until lights out."
Separate times for men and women. Made sense, but after everything today, I doubted it'd be strictly enforced.
Next, the bedrooms. It looked like a big ward, with ten bunk beds in a wide space, each labeled with a nameplate. Luckily, no fighting over spots—just go to your assigned bed.
"Personal belongings are in the lockers from check-in, but access is restricted during the experiment. No cell phones either."
Groans of complaint erupted here and there.
"No phones?"
"That's a bit much, isn't it?"
"How many days are we here...?"
But what could we do? It was a 5 million won job. Follow orders. I'd already stashed everything in that locker from changing, and we couldn't access it anymore. All I had was the lab clothes on my back.
Once the tour ended, the guys checked their bunks and rushed to the bath. Our group was late from the inspection, and it was nearly 8 p.m. already. We'd sweated through the fitness test, cold-sweated the physicals—my whole body felt grimy. And I wasn't the only one; the men bolted for the bath.
I hurried to the bath, but even a big public one got packed with 17 guys. Not enough sinks, so I waited my turn. Eavesdropping on the guys' chatter:
"Hey, did your group have that happen too?"
"Obviously. We were moving to another exam room and suddenly saw the other group's girls stripping down."
"We were getting our naked inspections when the girls' group walked in. Total chaos."
"Yeah, same here. Timed it right when they were unhooking their bras."
So it was intentional across the board. Guys and girls crossing paths, catching glimpses of nudity or half-dressed bodies everywhere. The researchers had timed it on purpose, no doubt.
But the guys? Pure joy.
"Dude, aren't we the luckiest? When do you get to see that many real-life naked girls?"
"Honestly, worth it even without the 5 mil."
"Haha, those sit-ups in underwear? Peak life moment."
"For real. Seeing those tits bouncing up and down in person? Next level."
Listening to that, one thing hit me—no one had seen as up-close as I did. Most were "glimpsed it" or "caught a peek." No one else got magnifying-glass pussy inspections like me. Felt like I'd hit the jackpot solo. No way any other girls beat Yoon Seo-yeon or Na Ye-jin in looks—they were stunners. Ha-young was more the universally cute type. I was probably the only one in this center who'd seen all three naked in such detail, for that long.
...I'm seriously lucky. Objectively speaking. Getting kicked in the shin twice was a bargain.
The guys started filing out one by one. The bath emptied out. Checked the wall clock—20 minutes left. Plenty of time. I sank into the hot water. Muscles melting away. All the day's tension and fatigue dissolving. Closed my eyes.
Naturally, today's highlights replayed. Yoon Seo-yeon in her underwear. Bouncing breasts. Na Ye-jin's black lace. Ha-young's light green bra. The three pairs of tits revealed under the fluorescents when they unhooked—pink, dark red, deep pink. The slits during the close-up inspection. Na Ye-jin's inner labia. The pink flesh peeking through Yoon Seo-yeon's bush.
......
My dick twitched. No! This was serious. Getting hard in the men's bath meant social death. Way worse than in front of girls. If the guys labeled me the erection guy, I'd be ruined for the whole experiment—maybe life. I frantically recited multiplication tables. 7×7=49, 7×8=56, 7×9=63, 8×8=64. Primes too: 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31... Barely, barely averted disaster.
Phew... Sighing in relief, I relaxed back into the warm water—
A scream from outside.
"Kyaa!"
A woman's shriek. Quick glance at the clock—still 10 minutes left.
Girls coming early? I bolted out, hands covering my junk. The changing room was pandemonium. Five or six women at the entrance, furious; the remaining five guys clutching towels or clothes, panicked.
"It's women's time at 9, and it's 9:10— you guys still haven't left! You were trying to peep on purpose!"
One woman snapped. The guys looked wronged.
"No, we still had time! Check the clock inside!"
I turned to confirm. 9:10.
...What? It'd shown 10 minutes left just now. The clock was tampered with. Someone outside was messing with it—lulling the guys into staying past 9, then snapping it back for the girls' arrival. Intentional, again. The bath clock was deliberately slow, tricking men into overlapping with incoming women. That sinister vibe from all day, striking here too.
But the women didn't know. Their glares burned.
"Perverts..."
"Staying on purpose to spy."
"Disgusting."
Pure contempt. All five lingering guys were doomed to pervert status. But bigger issue: I was the only one buck naked. The others had towels; I'd rushed out without mine. Hands over crotch was it. Their eyes zeroed in—shoulders, chest, abs, then my hands.
Gotta dress fast. Snatched my underwear. One leg in, going for the other—
My right leg gave out. The one that'd been aching. My delivery accident leg. Raced in fitness test, strained in side-steps, tromped exam rooms all day—plus Na Ye-jin's kick, Ha-young's kick to the same spot. It hit its limit. Knee buckled, balance gone. Crashed backward.
Thud! Dull smack of my back on the floor echoed.
All eyes snapped to me. And my position was the problem—legs splayed wide. What my hand had covered was now fully exposed to everyone.
To the guys, it was gross. Fine naked together, but clothed? Weird discomfort. Amplified for the girls. Pure revulsion.
"Kyaaaa!"
"What the hell's that guy doing? On purpose?!"
"He's insane! Total pervert!"
Guys cursed too.
"Get up, man!"
"Shit!"
Flailing on the floor, I yanked up my underwear, clutched my aching leg, stumbled into pants, threw on the top. About 10 seconds. But in those 10, my naked body—especially my dangling dick—burned into every eye in the room.
And weirdly, the fight stopped. They'd been arguing over guys lingering; now my exposure flipped the mood.
"......"
"......"
Both sides speechless, staring at me. The brawl ended, but a new consensus formed: That guy's the pervert. Guys and girls alike forgot the spat, united on me alone.
Face burning like it might explode, I fled the changing room. Limped down the hall to the dorm. My leg throbbed worse than ever. The poorly healed delivery injury, abused all day, hit back at once. Electric shocks with every step from my right knee.
The pain I could endure. But the shame of being labeled pervert across the whole center—
Five million won. Five million won. Five million won.
Chanting it like a mantra, I climbed into my bunk. Pulled the blanket over, shut my eyes. Real experiments start tomorrow. How to survive already branded a pervert? My throbbing shin and leg reminded me this was reality.
I wished today was a dream. But the pain proved it wasn't.