Special Measures
A week had passed since then.
It was just another Monday.
One full week since I’d enrolled at Seongmugyo.
Maybe it was because a week had already gone by, but the male students had started getting comfortable—chatting with the friends they’d made while waiting for their homeroom instructor, Han Yejin.
“Haah… Hard to believe it’s already been a week since we got here. Time really flies.”
“Yeah.”
“At least the sex practice lessons have been way more manageable than that first day.”
I was talking with the original protagonist of this story, Kim Yuseong, who sat next to me.
He was right—the lessons really had been smoother compared to day one.
The one the guys had struggled with the most was the kissing practice.
I found myself replaying that day in my head.
—All right. This is a silicone practice mouth for kissing drills.
A silicone practice mouth.
It was an adult toy with a pair of human lips molded on the front and a long dildo-like shaft sticking out the back.
—Today we’ll mount this on HYJ Model 1 and proceed.
Without the slightest hesitation, Instructor Park Jinwook shoved the dildo end straight into HYJ Model 1’s mouth.
—Ughk! Mmph!
The way Han Yejin—who was HYJ Model 1 at the time—trembled all over had been pure gold for my fetish.
Well, of course she was shaking. She had a long dildo jammed down her throat.
Aside from that day, though, nothing else had really gotten me going.
It had all been… pretty ordinary, honestly.
“Haah… What do you think today’s practice is gonna be?”
“Same old stuff, probably.”
That’s what I said out loud, but I had a feeling today would be different.
Today was the day each class’s practical evaluations wrapped up, after all.
Something unexpected was bound to hit the students hard.
Rattle—
Speak of the devil and she appears. Han Yejin pushed open the classroom door and walked in.
She was a little late today, which was unusual.
But her expression was anything but ordinary—tight and hard.
It was obvious she was pissed, yet she still wore the patient face of a proper instructor.
“Morning assembly begins now.”
““……””
Her voice rang out clear and cold.
The guys must have sensed something, because they all went quiet.
“First-year Class C.”
She swept her gaze over the students, drawing their full attention before continuing.
“Your practical evaluation ranks dead last.”
““……””
“Not that I expected much. You never even cleared the baseline that Class B managed.”
Whispers rippled through the room.
Some guys were going, What the hell is she talking about? Others were muttering, Practical evaluation? Wait, each class had its own ranking?
Either way, the sudden announcement left everyone flustered.
“Um…”
In the middle of that confusion, our protagonist Kim Yuseong raised his hand.
“Does ‘evaluation’ mean the comprehensive assessment over the past week?”
Sharp as ever—true protagonist instincts. He’d immediately pieced together the meaning behind Han Yejin’s clipped words.
She nodded.
“Correct.”
“Then… how big is the gap with Class B?”
“One point. Just one.”
“One point…”
“And even that single point was closed by one student in our class. I don’t need to name him, do I?”
Every head in Class C turned toward me at once.
I just looked back at Han Yejin with a blank face.
Honestly… I wasn’t even mad.
Did I think the other guys could’ve closed that one-point gap if they’d just tried a little harder?
That thought never crossed my mind, and I didn’t resent them either.
From the start I’d been curious what this “special measure” even was.
It wasn’t like I was the one getting hit with it.
“Don’t worry. Across Classes A, B, and C, not a single class cleared the baseline.”
“Whoa…”
That one surprised me.
Even Class A failed? That felt like a pretty serious problem.
But Han Yejin’s completely unfazed reaction made it clear this was just business as usual at Seongmugyo.
If every class was this bad, I had to wonder why they even bothered sorting us into ranks in the first place.
“Therefore, the entire instructor corps of Seongmugyo has decided to implement a special measure.”
As she spoke, Han Yejin looked toward the classroom door.
I’d heard a bunch of footsteps out in the hallway while we were talking.
Through the window I’d caught a glimpse of women lined up single-file in the corridor, all wearing uniforms—though not the black instructor uniforms. These were the same blue student uniforms we wore.
Han Yejin opened her mouth again.
“All of you, enter.”
Rattle—
The door swung open.
Women poured in one after another.
But their faces were… off.
“What the hell is that?”
“Dolls?”
Huge sparkling eyes, tiny button noses, and frozen little smiles.
Faces locked in place like that.
They looked like 2D anime girls come to life.
Their skin was glossy and smooth—clearly flesh-colored latex rather than real skin.
They looked exactly like life-sized dolls.
Hairstyles and colors were all different.
They lined up in a single row in front of the blackboard, hands clasped behind their backs, standing at perfect attention.
Once every last one of them had finished getting into position, Han Yejin spoke.
“These are AI sex-practice real dolls developed by Sungjin Group, one of Korea’s leading conglomerates. They are robots known as STDs.”
““……””
Every student sat there with blank, stunned faces.
Han Yejin continued.
“From now on, for the next full year, each of you will live with one of them as a two-person unit.”
“Um…”
Once again it was our protagonist Kim Yuseong who raised a question.
He looked more nervous than I’d ever seen him, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
With a deadly serious expression he asked,
“What exactly does ‘living together’ mean?”
“Ha!”
Apparently the question was so ridiculous it pulled a short laugh out of her.
Han Yejin answered,
“Kim Yuseong. Is that seriously a question? I just said it. ‘Together.’”
“W-well, I mean, the standard for ‘together’—”
“Cohabitation.”
Twitch—
Every male student flinched hard at that single word.
It landed like a sentence.
No choice. You will do this.
A few faces started going pale blue.
Han Yejin didn’t care in the slightest and kept going.
“You will share the dormitory. You will eat together. You will attend classes together.”
““……””
“You will do everything together while living with your real doll. That is the special measure decided by the entire instructor corps.”
On my end, my eyes went wide.
Holy shit…
This is actually fucking amazing.
“All right. Each of you, move to your assigned student.”
At Han Yejin’s order, the sex-practice robots that had been standing in a neat line moved with perfect coordination, each taking position beside her designated male student and snapping into attention.
I waited with a calm face but an eager heart for my personal real doll.
“Huh?”
But there wasn’t one for me.
There were only nine real dolls total.
Confused, I had no choice but to ask.
“Instructor?”
“What is it, Shin Jinho?”
“I don’t have one.”
“You’re receiving special treatment. You already know why, don’t you?”
So I alone was being given the privilege of not getting a real doll.
At those words, every male student and every real doll turned to stare at me.
Han Yejin continued.
“You set a new all-time record for individual practical evaluation scores in the history of Seongmugyo. Shin Jinho, the instructor corps held a meeting and decided there is no reason to impose any measure on someone like you.”
It was special treatment no matter how you looked at it, yet not a single male student looked resentful.
After all, Shin Jinho was the one who had single-handedly dragged the class score up the most.
They still hadn’t cleared the baseline, but they figured that was on them for not working hard enough.
And the gap with Class B had only been one point.
No one was going to complain about a perfect-score student.
But… but.
“Instructor.”
Fuck that. This is not okay.
I stood up with a deadly serious face.
“I will accept the measure as well!”
Han Yejin’s eyes narrowed into slits as she stared me down.
“And the reason?”
“……””
I thought for a second.
What the hell do I say to get myself included in this measure?
I… I fucking want a real doll too!
I want to have sex with a real doll, damn it!
Maybe that desperate wish turbocharged my brain, because in that sudden crisis my thoughts kicked into overdrive.
They led me straight down the right path, and once I found the angle I opened my mouth.
“My classmates have all been subjected to a special measure.”
“They have.”
“I don’t know Seongmugyo’s doctrines that well, but I believe special privileges should not exist.”
“Reason?”
“Because I am also a student of Seongmugyo.”
At my answer, Han Yejin’s eyes went wide.
She understood immediately.
“I see… Once you enter Seongmugyo, you are a problem child as well.”
In a way, this place was a prison.
A place where men who had failed their national duties were sent.
“No matter how high my evaluation scores are, I don’t believe it is right to create a difference in educational methods from my classmates under the name of special treatment. Rewards are one thing, but education should not be different.”
Holy shit. I had no idea I could talk this well.
Words just poured out of my mouth in my desperation to get a real doll.
And it wasn’t even wrong, strictly speaking.
Creating a difference in educational methods under the banner of privilege.
Rewards were fine, but education itself should stay equal—that was my stance, and as an instructor who taught students, Han Yejin probably didn’t find it completely off-base either.
“I request that I also be held to the same educational method as my classmates.”
“……””
“Education should be equal, while matters related to the highest individual evaluation record should be handled as rewards. That is what I believe is correct. Therefore, I humbly ask that you reconsider.”
When I finished speaking, the entire class went dead silent.
Everyone just stared at me without a word.
And among them, a few looked at me with faces full of admiration or even envy.
Well, of course. I’d just volunteered for training I didn’t have to take, and these guys were probably misunderstanding my reasons a little.
They get it, so I get it too.
It looked like the class president setting an example—showing that while they suffered through this tough training, their president wasn’t going to sit it out.
“Shin Jinho.”
“Yes!”
I answered with full force, and Han Yejin spoke.
“If that is truly your will, then fine. We will not create any difference in educational methods for you either.”
A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she answered.
And the real dolls…
They were all staring at me in a daze too.
After morning assembly ended, Han Yejin walked quickly toward the head instructor’s office.
Someone of the head instructor’s rank was given a private office, after all.
Bang—
She opened the door and found a real doll standing at attention in the corner of the office.
Ruby-red eyes and long blonde hair.
Standing perfectly still like that, the real doll looked for all the world like a life-sized figure.
But there was one strange thing.
Bzzzzzzzzz—
A faint vibration sound.
It was coming from the real doll.
Click— click—
Han Yejin walked over, sat down at the desk, picked up the documents lying on the table, and without even looking at the real doll, spoke.
“Yoon Seulgi.”
The real doll called Yoon Seulgi.
The name tag on her blue uniform clearly read “Yoon Seulgi.”
At Han Yejin’s call, the real doll named Yoon Seulgi walked over with slightly unsteady steps—click, click—and stood in front of the desk.
She still managed to snap into perfect attention.
Han Yejin spoke.
“I have a student to assign to you.”
“……?”
The real doll tilted her head and pointed at herself with a finger.
The gesture was almost cute.
It was also clear she was currently unable to speak.
Han Yejin continued.
“I still don’t understand why a woman of your caliber even took the instructor exam.”
“……””
The real doll named Yoon Seulgi gave no reaction at all, remaining completely silent.
“You’ve performed excellently on the instructor exams so far, so the higher-ups have been willing to overlook it.”
Nod— nod—
Yoon Seulgi nodded.
Han Yejin went on.
“But your evaluations weren’t that great. You barely scraped by with a pass. You know that better than anyone, don’t you?”
“……Nod nod.”
Still at attention, the real doll nodded a little more dejectedly than before.
Han Yejin let out a sigh and spoke again.
“The student you’ll be assigned is an outstanding one, so there shouldn’t be any major issues. For the next year, complete your duties as a real doll with excellence. This is your final exam. Can you do it?”
Snap—
At those words, Yoon Seulgi raised one hand and saluted.
Han Yejin nodded at the sight and answered.
“Good. See that you complete this final exam with excellence as well.”