Academy Channel (Part 1) — The Exchange Student
He hadn't expected much.
Still, he cracked the dorm room door with that faint, lingering hope that maybe—just maybe—this time would be different.
And of course it wasn't. Nothing ever went the way he hoped.
The room was still a disaster.
"…Haa. Hey, Casey! I told you to clean up! You've been in here all day—what the hell have you been doing?!"
"Huh?"
"Oh, Jiseong? Hi~ welcome back!"
Casey beamed at him and tossed a wink his way. That smile of hers was so unspoiled, so nearly innocent, that it had a way of draining the fight right out of whoever was coming at her.
…For a day or two, anyway.
"Don't you 'welcome back' me! I told you before I left, didn't I? I told you to tidy this place up and actually live like a human being! What have you been doing this whole time?!"
He pinched her cheek without a shred of mercy. He was starting to seriously wonder whether the concept of "cleaning" even existed inside his roommate's head.
There had been a stretch when he'd told himself he ought to be kinder to a guest who'd come all the way from a foreign country to visit Korea. That, too, had lasted about a day or two. This girl wrecked the place like it was her calling and then refused to clean a single thing. If he wanted to turn this pussy into an actual person, this was the only way—and Jiseong no longer had any doubts about that.
"Ouch! Sorry! Sorry! That huuurts! Stoooop!"
"Stop? Why the hell would I stop? You're supposed to reflect on what you did! You think one person gets to make the mess and another person gets to clean it up?!"
He mashed those plump cheeks without pity, then let go all at once. Casey rubbed her stinging face with both hands and grumbled.
"Aaah, come on! A person can skip cleaning a little! You're being so mean!"
"Mean? What's mean about it? You didn't clean because you were watching dramas, didn't you?"
"I was writing a report, I'll have you know!"
So she had been watching dramas, then.
When they'd first met and she'd told him she loved Korean dramas, Jiseong had taken it as a good sign. Whatever the reason, she'd come because she liked Korea—that was a nice thing, he'd thought. Now that he knew Casey's love of Korean dramas far exceeded anything he could have imagined, all he could do was sigh.
Casey was the real deal. The genuine, uncut article.
"Doesn't watching the same drama dozens of times get old? If it were me, I'd be so sick of it I'd want to watch something else. Or just go outside! Breathe some air that isn't this room! This is Korea—the country you love so much. Don't you ever feel like going out?"
Tsk tsk tsk!
Casey wagged her index finger left and right, her whole body screaming that this was exactly why people like him just didn't get it.
It was infuriating.
"Does a drama get old just because you've seen it a bunch of times? That's something only people who don't truly love dramas would say. Try loving a drama with your whole heart. Every episode—every single episode—is a brand-new joy, you know?"
"…Yeah, sure."
"And go outside? Ha! This is Korea. It's heaven—one phone and everything's taken care of. Nobody treats you like a freak just because you're a little introverted, not like in America. This little one-room in Korea! This right here is my fortress!"
Casey puffed out her chest with pride, proclaiming her Korean Dream for all the world to hear.
…Except the bra she was wearing was designed like the American flag. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"You should watch it too, Jiseong! If you just watch this drama properly even once, you'll understand how I feel. Okay?"
"I already watched it, remember? Yeah, it was a pretty fun drama. But watching it dozens of times is just torture. Besides, I watched it with you."
"No you didn't."
"What are you talking about? Did I watch it with a ghost?"
"More precisely, you didn't watch it properly. You don't understand the true meaning of this drama. That's why you can't get into it. Just wait. I'll explain it to you properly this time. Last time we watched it together I didn't explain it well enough. Sit down. This time I'll do it right."
He was going to lose his mind.
Casey was a hardcore fan of Korean dramas. And when he said "hardcore fan," he meant it in the most literal sense: she had gone completely insane. How insane? She had chosen Korean classical literature as her career path because of dramas.
Because of historical dramas?
No.
The reason Korean dramas occupy such a unique position is because they carry an emotional sensibility that can be traced all the way back to Korean classical literature. I want to study that.
The sheer scale of deciding to excavate classical literature first in order to study dramas. Did that make any sense? Jiseong, at least, couldn't understand it even a little.
If it had stopped there, he would have just written her off as an eccentric friend and moved on. But the thing about hardcore otakus is that they are constitutionally incapable of keeping their obsessions to themselves.
Casey was the textbook example.
"Okay, so to really understand this, we first have to look at the historical context. These days rape plots are pretty common in Korean dramas, right? But when this one came out, that wasn't the case. The premise that pussies don't like getting fucked by men. Do you have any idea how groundbreaking that setting was for its time? And it's not just that the premise was groundbreaking. That radical premise ultimately leads straight to the thematic message that 'no matter what world they're in, a pussy is happiest serving a cock.' Groundbreaking and classic. Do you get how incredible that is? And then if we talk about the characters…"
Casey vomited an explosive volume of information in that rapid-fire delivery unique to hardcore otakus. It was honestly impressive how clean her Korean was, given that she was a pure-blooded white girl without a single drop of Korean blood in her.
"Haa…"
Casey herself probably just wanted to share her happiness, pure and simple. For Jiseong, who had to sit there and listen, it was nothing but torture. At first he'd tried to play along, but there were limits. Sitting through a drama that had aired over ten years ago, rewatched over and over—that was genuinely too much.
They always said the worst otaku of all was the missionary kind. Having to live with one as a roommate was going to give him a stress ulcer.
I never should have signed up for the foreign exchange program.
Banging a white girl wasn't even that hard. Why had he bothered applying for something like this? When he'd been matched with a white American girl through the exchange program, Jiseong had pictured a bright, tennis-loving cutie. The reality was a drama-obsessed otaku of the highest order. They were going to be stuck together for at least eight more months. How was he supposed to survive this stress?
"Ah, fuck it."
Jiseong grabbed Casey—who was still pouring out words like a waterfall, whether he was listening or not—and threw her onto the bed. Then, before she could get a word in, he yanked his pants off and sat on her face.
"Hey, you fucking bitch. Did I tell you to clean this place properly or not? Does what I say look like a dick to you? Does your Master's word look like a dick? Huh?"
He slapped the crotch of her denim pants with his palm until it burned. Casey instinctively tried to twist away, but she didn't stand a chance.
"Oh? Trying to get away? Pussy, back in position!"
At that stern, commanding voice, Casey's lower half hesitated—then obediently spread open, presenting itself in a position that made it easy for Jiseong to hit.
"What are you to me? Say it properly, out of your own mouth."
Muffled by Jiseong's ass, her pronunciation came out slurred—but she said it correctly.
"I-I'm Jiseong-nim's pussy slave~♥"
That's right.
Casey was Jiseong's pussy slave.
At the Academy both of them attended, there was a system as part of the foreign exchange program that paired foreign pussies with Korean men and put them in a temporary master-slave relationship. The man cultivated a sense of responsibility as a master, and by handling a pussy slave he gained more practical experience in how to handle pussy once he entered society. The pussy cultivated a spirit of devotion toward men as a slave, and received enormous help in getting used to life in Korea.
A perfect program where both sides could only benefit! The person who first conceived of it had probably been quite pleased with themselves. And in practice, the program was producing a certain amount of results. Among the exchange-student pussies it received nothing but glowing reviews, and the Korean students thought of it as a wonderful chance to share Korea's spirit of jeong with foreigners.
But no matter how well-intentioned a program might be, there were always deviations within it. Jiseong had a splitting headache thanks to this pussy who, despite being his actual pussy slave, let half of what her master said go in one ear and out the other.
"Anyway! Ever since I let your ass into this room, the amount of cleaning has almost quadrupled, you stupid bitch! You clean up what you mess up, you idiot! When did I ever tell you to clean up my stuff too?!"
—SMACK!!—
"Hgyaaaah!! I-I'm sooorryyy♥"
"And you moron! Tone down the drama talk already! Did I ever tell you not to watch dramas at all? There's such a thing as moderation!"
—SMACK!!—
"Ahhnnn♥ I-I'm sooorryyy! B-but I just thought it would be nice if Master enjoyed the things I like toooo♥"
"Don't make excuses, you stupid bitch!"
—SMACK!!—
"Euhhooooh!!!"
A stain began expanding its territory across the denim-pants empire, plotting to unify the realm under its banner.
This insolent little thing. Getting this wet even in a situation like this. She was truly, genuinely infuriating.
"Mmmn♥ slurp, mmm, ehh♥"
"Hey! Who said you could lick my ass?"
"Nngh, buuut♥ when there's such a delicious ass right in front of my face… sniff, I just can't help licking it♥"
For crying out loud. This pussy really had zero manners.
But it was hot. Even with her treating the master-slave relationship like a complete joke and running completely wild, he didn't feel even the slightest urge to quit the program.
That's right! I'm the problem. The problem is that I haven't been running this master-slave relationship properly.
As a rule, if something went off the rails between a man and a pussy, it was the man's fault. The fault of the man who hadn't trained his pussy properly.
Jiseong shoved his hand down into her denim pants. A lush thatch of golden pussy hair welcomed his fingers, and that ticklish, slightly coarse texture was strangely arousing.
"You'd better brace yourself today. I'm going to wreck this pussy so thoroughly you'll actually listen to what I say."
"Aaahn♥ That's so cool. You really are just like a drama protagonist♥ I'm so glad I came to Korea!"
Even now, she was still going on about dramas. His temple throbbed. The thought of having to turn this drama junkie into a functional human being going forward made him sigh.
"Yeah. The future looks pretty grim."