IBP Prologue Part 1

That island was famous among investigators.

An island where slaves with identification tags on their nipples, wearing harnesses on their naked bodies, and having all sorts of things shoved into their holes wandered around looking for dicks.

Bizarre sex and torture-like sexual acts were commonplace there. Human rights were forgotten, and shame was a subject of violation. Dignity and morals were soaked in semen.

No guest on the island considered the slaves as fellow human beings. They were pulsating masturbation tools, toilets in human form.

“They mainly receive fully grown ones from ‘factories’ outside the city, but they also kidnap men from within the city and drag them off as slaves. Before arriving on the island, they’ve already undergone basic body modification so they can withstand all sorts of harsh treatment and bizarre acts.”

The men were raised like livestock, forced to ejaculate and excrete.

They were relentlessly trampled upon until they didn’t hesitate to lick the bare floor and shoes with their tongues.

After rolling around on the island for a while, whether worn down by pain or pleasure, they eventually end up shaking their asses, begging for a dick, they say.

As soon as one investigator heard this, he said,

“Disgusting.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. That’s real fantasy.”

“Right. It must be amazing.”

“Ah, I want to go too.”

“As a slave?”

“Bullshit, as a guest, of course.”

The man, exhaling a long stream of cigarette smoke, nudged his colleague’s side with his elbow.

The investigators chuckled briefly and exchanged glances. Quiet, sinister sneers circulated. Their target was the only man who had expressed a negative opinion.

A special investigator wearing a shoulder holster grinned and made a ludicrous gesture behind his back. A gesture clearly meant to mock and demean.

“It seems you’ve all taken your age up your asses.”

The investigators, who had been holding back their laughter, froze. Some coughed awkwardly. The shoulder holster cursed inwardly, ‘These amateurs.’

The man didn’t argue or get angry. Without even looking back at those who mocked him, he simply walked out of the smoking room indifferently.

Creak.

The old hinges of the smoking room’s glass door made an unpleasant sound. The sound of his stiff footsteps, resembling the man himself, faded away. The investigators in the smoking room clicked their tongues belatedly.

“That crazy loser.”

“Hey, no matter how annoying he is, you’re going to pick on him?”

The shoulder holster shrugged. The investigator standing next to him punched the door, pretending to be tough.

“Ugh, I almost said something, I really did.”

“Hehehe, I don’t think he’s gone far. I’ll catch him, so go ahead and do it.”

As he moved towards the door as if he were really going to grab him, his startled colleague grabbed his arm. Bursts of laughter immediately erupted, and realizing belatedly that he had been teased, he kicked the other man’s shin.

“Ouch!”

Having confirmed their camaraderie, the investigator glared and affectionately stomped on the other’s foot.

“Oww!”

What a bunch of clowns.

The giggling investigators soon returned to the topic of the island.

Knowing who each other were, the conversation became more blatant and vulgar.

“They say they supply people like livestock. Even graded. That’s why the usage price is different for each slave, and the price varies by body part.”

“Body part?”

“For example, in the case of a slave ‘installed’ on the wall, you only have to pay for using the hole. They’re the ones with just their asses sticking out of the wall or furniture, and they’re relatively cheap. Kind of like junk food. Most of the island’s guests prefer to rent an entire slave to enjoy. Even the lowest grade costs hundreds of credits per day? Commoners like us can’t even dream of one night, let alone a short nap.”

An investigator who had been quietly listening in the corner swallowed hard and actively participated in the conversation for the first time.

“Tell me more about that installed ass story.”

“Ah—that kind of taste, huh?”

The shoulder holster smirked mockingly, but readily shared what he knew.

“It’s a kind of decoration. Usually, the commons with the lowest grade and lowest popularity take turns, and they’re just stuck to the wall, asses out, like some kind of performance art. It’s OK even if several people use them. Even if semen overflows and puddles on the floor, they just leave it. The next person uses the hole, and then the next…”

“Ugh. Strong stomachs.”

“Yeah. Listening to it, it’s not really my thing.”

“The world is wide, tastes are diverse, and there are a lot of perverts. Wouldn’t there be people who prefer used holes?”

The shoulder holster gestured with his chin at the investigator who had urged him to tell more. His breathing was noticeably ragged. The other investigators straightened their faces and moved away from him.

“Uh… well, that, that could be.”

“Right. That’s true.”

“Hey, but am I the only one who finds him suspicious? He seems to know the details strangely well.”

“Oh yeah?…Yeah.”

Voices of agreement popped up here and there. Casually dressed but, like the shoulder holster, a tall special investigator shrugged.

A handsome, strong-featured man, his pomaded hair suited him quite well. He put a second cigarette in his mouth and spoke with slightly slurred pronunciation.

“You all know that a victim claiming to have escaped that island was brought into headquarters this time, right?”

The investigators’ ears perked up.

“No way, was he assigned to your team?”

“Where was he from? Team 1?”

“What does he look like in person? Really pretty and handsome? Good body?”

“Are the body modifications obvious? Did you happen to see him naked?”

“Lower your voice. This isn’t classified, barely, but still, the team leader strictly forbade talking about it. Superintendent Herod warned us with a smile.”

The noisy smoking room fell silent as if doused with cold water. The investigator who had asked about the victim’s appearance with shining eyes raised both hands in disgust.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Bullshit. And you, you crazy bastard. If that’s the case, why did you bring it up?!”

“Everyone knows anyway. As long as what I said isn’t leaked, it’s fine. Honestly, you guys are curious too, right? If you keep chickening out, I’m leaving.”

The hesitant investigators, as if having made up their minds, looked out the glass door of the smoking booth, surveying the empty hallway as if watching for ants. The pomaded man, chuckling as if he’d expected this, beckoned with his finger.

The designated investigator quickly and respectfully offered the Zippo lighter in his hand.

The temporary power derived from informational superiority billowed out like smoke.

“The body modification is real. I saw his chest, and his nipples were a size impossible for a human. You know what I mean? It wasn’t just a little swollen. It was like his nipples were the size of thumbs. You know the basic t-shirt issued by headquarters? He was naked when he was first found, so they put that on him, and they also gave him some investigator’s sweatpants, and even though the t-shirt was about two sizes too big for him, the protruding shape was completely visible.”

“Is… is that even possible?”

“It is. His body was modified, I told you. But that guy… even though all the investigators were staring at his chest, he didn’t care. Honestly, I found that stranger than the nipples.”

“What? Because he was so shameless?”

“No. Hmm. How should I explain this.”

The pomaded man, holding a cigarette between his fingers, massaged the back of his neck with his other hand.

“It’s like… he didn’t seem to have any sense of shame about his body. Like his sense of shame had been castrated…”

The listening investigators burst out laughing.

“Bullshit!”

“No wonder it sounded strange from the beginning.”

“I almost fell for it again. Thumb nipples! Hehe, that was funny.”

The pomaded man, looking around at the boisterous investigators, chuckled in disbelief.

“Yeah. What do you know…”

“It’s all true.”

At the sudden voice, all the investigators froze. Their malfunctioning heads turned to follow the calm voice.

Someone was standing in front of the smoking booth without a sound. The man who had been keeping watch turned white with shock, as if he had seen a ghost. He had the expression of someone who couldn’t understand how this man could be here.

Handsome, in his early thirties. A cold, handsome man, worthy of being called a “blind date free pass,” looked around at the investigators. Every time his gaze swept over them, their faces darkened. Like a flower that feeds on the despair of others, the man smiled brightly and languidly.

“When you enter the island, you undergo mandatory body modification surgery, and then it seems to vary depending on your grade. Among them, there’s a grade that undergoes dramatic development and modification, and that’s B-grade… On the island, they call it ‘Boggart.’”

“S-Superintendent, we weren’t…”

“Did I…”

The man cut him off, his eyes narrowing.

“…allow you to speak?”

“…..!”

The most senior investigator present sank down. The other investigators, standing at attention with their arms behind their backs, couldn’t even breathe properly.

Their posture was so disciplined that they could have been placed at the very front of a formation without a single reprimand.

The man relaxed his slightly hardened eyes and smiled.

“Any questions?”

The atmosphere suggested that anyone who dared to ask would get six bullets in their head. No one answered.

“Then I’ll ask. Does anyone know where Investigator Han Yunseo is? I came here because I heard he went to the smoking booth, but I don’t see him.”

The investigators, still frozen in place, pointed their fingers in unison in one direction. The direction the ‘loser’ had disappeared in.

 

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