Academy Channel (Part Two)
"Hey, Casey! We're going for a walk. Get ready."
"Ehh? All of a sudden? Can't we just stay in and rest today?"
"Today? Name one day you haven't spent lounging around the house. Today of all days, we're taking a proper walk, so brace yourself."
If they'd been ordinary roommates, Jiseong wouldn't have cared whether Casey holed up in some dark corner of the dorm or not. It was her life—what business was it of his?
But as Casey's (temporary) master, Jiseong had a duty to manage and supervise her. One of the program's whole points was helping foreign students adjust to life in Korea. How was she supposed to adapt if she spent every waking hour locked inside watching dramas?
"Uuuugh…."
Casey puffed out her cheeks, looking thoroughly put out.
A truly strict master would have drilled the hierarchy into a pussy girl who dared show open dissatisfaction with her master's orders. But Jiseong wasn't that rigid. This master-slave arrangement wasn't going to last forever anyway—was there really any need to be that harsh?
Instead, he chose the softer route: winning Casey over.
"If we go for a walk now, I'll take you on one of those drama pilgrimage tours later. How's that sound?"
"Huh!? For real? Really, really? You're promising?"
"Of course."
Jiseong didn't exactly have a huge circle of friends himself. Traveling with Casey wouldn't be such a bad way to spend his time. Sure, his ears would probably be ringing the whole trip once they hit the pilgrimage sites—but those places were tourist spots in their own right. There'd be plenty of ways to enjoy them.
"Yes! Then let's go right now! Eheheheh! I'm so happy~ Where'd I put the leash?"
Casey dug the leash out of a heap of junk she'd only half-heartedly cleaned up, clipped it to her collar, and held it out to Jiseong. Then she dropped onto all fours in a doglike pose and started urging him on.
"Hurry! Let's go already!"
If only she were this quick about everything else. Jiseong pictured that vanishingly unlikely possibility, then took hold of the leash and gave it a tug.
"All right, let's go!"
"Mmm~ The night breeze feels so nice~ Getting some fresh air like this every once in a while isn't half bad!"
"Right? So let's get out more from now on. People need a little sun! A little wind! You've got to live like that. Hole up in your room all day and you'll rot, you know?"
"Haaaah… You sound just like my mom and dad, Jiseong. I left America because it's hard being an introvert there—I don't want the same lectures in Korea too…."
She must have had it pretty rough. Even in Korea, people didn't look kindly on folks who never left the house—so it wasn't hard to imagine what Casey's life in America had been like.
"…Tch. Fine, whatever. Live however you want. Letting other people boss you around only leaves you with regrets."
She said she was happy. That was enough, wasn't it? All he needed to do was nudge her habits so they didn't tip too far in one direction. She wasn't a total hikikomori anyway. Good enough.
"Huh? Jiseong? You out for a walk too?"
"Oh? Gyeongtae?"
Gyeongtae was a friend Jiseong had made at the Academy. They hadn't known each other all that long, but they clicked somehow, and sharing the same online community had made it easy to get close. Gyeongtae was in the foreign exchange program too—and the pussy at the end of the leash in his hand was his foreign student.
"Hey, Zwei. How've you been?"
"Yeees♥ Hello, Jiseong~ Zwei's been living happily, getting spoiled rotten by Master~"
Zwei wriggled her hips as she answered, as if to show just how blissful she was. She looked like the picture of a model pussy girl now—but only a few months ago, she'd been nothing like this.
"Wow, you trained her really well. She used to be ridiculously full of herself."
"You bet. I put in the work, man."
Gyeongtae puffed out his chest with open pride. It might have looked like showing off, but he had every right.
When Zwei first enrolled at the Academy, she'd been steeped in the worst kind of Sino-centric nonsense. Everything Korea had, she claimed, it owed to China—and Koreans ought to be a lot more grateful to the Chinese. That was practically her catchphrase. With an attitude like that, of course her relationships were a disaster. Aside from other Chinese exchange students, almost nobody wanted anything to do with her. Actually, even the Chinese students with their heads screwed on straight tended to avoid her.
And now? As anyone could see, she'd been remade into an excellent pussy slave. Results like that deserved a little bragging.
"How'd you even do it? Give me the secret."
"Secret? There's no secret. Just stick to the basics. Train her so cock comes before her own values. Keep stimulating her masochism constantly. Make sure she doesn't cum without a man's permission—stuff like that. Everyone learns this, right?"
He shrugged like it was nothing, but the basics were always the hardest part. Honestly, it wasn't much different from saying you'd gotten into a good academy by focusing on the core subjects. Still, it was solid advice—hard to call it a lie.
"Ah, but if I'm being real, the reason I got results was because I dug a little deeper into this bitch's true nature."
"Huh? True nature?"
"Yeah. She kept watching these videos on her phone, so I checked what they were. Turns out almost all of them were historical dramas—specifically the kind where Han Chinese women get railed like dogs by foreign men. That was when it clicked. Ah, this bitch has a fetish for getting raped by foreigners."
"Wait, seriously? Then why not just say so? Why go around pissing everyone off with that garbage talk? She could've just said she likes foreign cock and asked to get fucked."
"I told you—she likes getting raped. All that trash talk was her way of drawing aggro. Like, 'I'm such an arrogant pussy girl, please corrective-rape me~.'"
What a convoluted way to advertise yourself. Jiseong found it hard to understand. In his view, the best approach for a pussy was to be bold and honest—spread herself wide and say, Please fuck me~. Sending signals nobody could read and expecting people to just get it? Wasn't that a little too childish?
"Khuh, yeah, she's got a point there, doesn't she? Reflect on that, you bitch."
Gyeongtae snickered and ground Zwei's face into the dirt with his foot. Zwei grinned lewdly and begged both men for forgiveness.
"D-duìbuqǐ~ This useless bitch just couldn't help it—she really wanted to get properly re-educated by you Korean gentlemen, so she…."
"Hey! I told you not to speak Chinese, you idiot!"
Gyeongtae kicked Zwei in the ass, and the impact sent a spray of cunt juice spurting out across the park ground.
"Hyaaahn♥ I-I'm soorryyy♥ Hic, hihhihihih♥"
Judging by her face, she'd used Chinese on purpose, fully aware of what would happen, just because she wanted to get hit. She was an exhausting exchange student in her own special way.
"So how's yours going? Training coming along?"
"Huh? Me, well…."
Jiseong scratched his head, about to brush it off—when Casey cut in without a shred of tact.
"Me? Nothing to worry about at all! Where else are you gonna find a pussy as obedient and well-behaved as me?"
"……."
Something rose in him then—not quite sharp enough to call irritation, duller and slower than that, but cut from the same cloth. Following the feeling, he smacked Casey hard across the ass.
"Hey! Don't say crap like that until you can at least clean up properly! Forget being a pussy slave—you know you're a disaster even as a roommate, right?"
"Ow! I-I mean… but… but that doesn't have anything to do with being a pussy slave, does it?"
"The hell it doesn't!"
Watching their back-and-forth, Gyeongtae gave Jiseong a faintly amused smile.
"Looks like you've got your hands full too, huh? Hang in there."
"I wouldn't call it suffering exactly… but yeah, something does boil up every now and then. Maybe I should take a page from your book."
"Well, every pussy girl's got her own personality, her own way of being handled, right? Don't try too hard to copy me. What if you end up killing Casey's personality?"
Gyeongtae gave Jiseong's shoulder a solid clap of encouragement, then continued on his way. Jiseong watched his back for a moment, turning the advice over in his mind.
Casey's personality, huh… Yeah, I guess that's true.
That shameless streak of hers. The lively, emotionally rich way she was. That blazing, borderline pathological otaku passion. All of it was Casey.
No matter how much authority men had over pussies, turning Casey into someone who wasn't Casey… didn't sit right.
"Hm? What's wrong? You're just standing there. Ending the walk already?"
"…No. What are you talking about? We just started."
Jiseong reached out for no particular reason and ruffled Casey's hair. Tally up her hopeless points and you'd never finish—but she was still his cute roommate and pussy slave.
If I get the chance later, maybe I'll formally adopt her as a pet pussy?
But that was a thought for the future—not something to dwell on right now.
Jiseong tugged on Casey's leash and took a big step forward. Heading home after one full loop around the lake wouldn't be too late.
"All right, let's go!"