Dormitory Discipline
"Phew..." 'This is exhausting.'
The men's dormitory at Nuri University sat atop a slight hill, and by the time we reached it my breathing had grown a little heavy. As we walked, a few ordinary-looking people who weren't students or staff passed us by. It wasn't unusual to see civilians wandering freely through campus—especially on weekends. Some came to hike the nearby mountain trails, while others simply strolled in to enjoy the scenery. Nuri University's campus was famous for its beauty: well-kept lawns, elegant buildings, and wide, open pathways. Because of that, residents from the nearby housing area often came just to relax.
'Do other universities get this many outsiders too?' I had no way of knowing; I rarely visited other campuses. The one time I went to another school's festival back in my first year, I had been too busy drinking and watching the performers to notice much else.
While I was lost in these idle thoughts, I heard slightly rough breathing behind me.
"Haa... haa..."
When I turned around, Ayoung—my "property" in this world—was following me with her breath coming in short gasps. She wore a floral one-piece dress that clung lightly to her body, and beads of sweat had formed on her forehead. Every time she took a step, the hem of her dress swayed, revealing half of her smooth, pale thighs. Even though I was a little winded myself, it must have been far harder for her.
"Ayoung, are you struggling?"
"Haa... No, I'm fine. Haa... It's okay."
She looked clearly exhausted, yet she answered brightly and kept following me. Before long we arrived in front of the men's dormitory.
"Ah, now that I think about it—can you even come inside?"
The words slipped out before I could stop them. In the original world, women weren't allowed in the men's dorms. 'Should I sneak her in anyway?' The thought of bringing Ayoung into my room for less-than-innocent reasons crossed my mind.
Just then, Ayoung spoke in a slightly breathless voice.
"Haa... Pardon? Haa... I come in all the time to clean rooms, you know?"
"Oh, really? Then let's just go in."
That made sense. I led Ayoung into the dormitory without any further hesitation.
'Taeyoung went somewhere else earlier, so the room should be empty.'
The room I used was a double, which meant that whenever my roommate was out, it became mine alone. But when I stopped in front of the third-floor door, something unexpected awaited me.
[Kim Juwan]
Only my name was written on the doorplate.
'Huh? Why is only my name there?'
"Haa... Young Master, is something wrong? Haa..."
Ayoung, still catching her breath after climbing the stairs, tilted her head at me.
"It's just... I thought I shared this room with Taeyoung."
"Haa... Taeyoung? Haa... You mean the public slave you mentioned earlier? Haa... And this has always been a single room, you know..."
"What?"
'Ah, right. Taeyoung was a slave here. Wait, a single room?'
It seemed I had a private room in this world.
'Not bad at all.'
At least it suited my current plans perfectly. No one would barge in and interrupt us.
-Smirk.
I smiled in satisfaction and turned to Ayoung.
"It's nothing. Let's go inside."
"Haa... Yes~"
Each dormitory door was made of heavy metal, just like the classroom doors. Because the building was a little old, they made a metallic screech whenever they opened or closed.
-Creak.
I stepped inside. Beyond the shoe rack lay the dormitory floor, raised slightly above ankle height and covered with linoleum. As expected of a single room, there was only one bed. A large window faced the campus, and a spacious desk sat right in front of it. The desk was centered, the bed to the right, and a wardrobe plus storage unit to the left.
'I already thought doubles were spacious compared to quads, but this is on another level.'
The room was the same size as my original one, yet it felt much more open simply because it was meant for one person.
"Haa... haa..."
Rough breathing came from beside me. Ayoung was still quite out of breath. Climbing the hill and then the stairs must have taken a lot out of her.
"Ayoung, go in first."
"Haa... Yes?... Yes!"
She removed her shoes and stepped inside. I glanced around the hallway for a moment before closing the door.
-Creak.
Then, just to be safe, I locked it.
-Click.
By the time I took off my shoes and entered, Ayoung had mostly caught her breath. She looked at me and asked,
"Would you like me to clean the room?"
"No, it's fine. Come over here first."
I tossed my bag into the corner and walked over to the desk by the window. After placing the heavy phone from my pocket on the desk, I turned around—and there stood Ayoung, exactly as she had looked when I first saw her on the bench earlier that day.
Her smooth thighs peeked out from beneath the fluttering hem of her dress, followed by her slender calves and delicate ankles. Below them, her bare feet were now visible—something I hadn't noticed before. There was an inexplicable, sensual allure to her clean, pretty feet. My gaze traveled upward. The way the dress clung to her waist hinted at her figure; her slim, graceful waist made me want to wrap my arms around it. Above that, the gentle swell of her chest pushed against the fabric. She was far from flat.
On her left breast was a crudely attached name tag with Velcro.
[Ayoung]
The red name tag declared that she belonged to me. It looked designed to be easily removed and reattached to whatever she wore. Higher still, her long, elegant neck came into view, adding to her refined beauty. And finally, her face—flawless skin, glossy black bob, a sparkling earring on her exposed left ear. Every feature came together like a perfect work of art. What completed that art were her clear, deep eyes. Looking into them, I found myself speechless, simply staring.
At least for today, all of this was mine. It still felt unreal... but the red name tag on her chest reminded me of the truth.
"Ayoung."
"Yes?"
"Take off your dress."
"Y-Yes?"
She looked startled. I repeated myself.
"Strip for me."
"W-Why?"
"Do I need a reason?"
In this world, she was my property. I didn't need any excuse to do whatever I wanted with what belonged to me.
"I can't..."
"Why not?"
"If the Madam finds out, it'll be terrible..."
Ayoung's voice had shrunk to a whisper, as if she were trying to escape the situation. But I had no intention of letting her go.
"It's fine."
"No... If the Madam finds out, she might really kill me..."
"I'll talk to her properly."
She clearly had no intention of undressing on her own. I slowly raised both hands and placed them on her waist. Through the thin fabric, I could feel how slender she was. The sensation sent heat rushing through my body.
"Ah... No!"
"Stay still."
-Thud.
Feeling my hands suddenly encircle her waist, Ayoung flinched and tried to pull away. I tightened my grip and drew her toward me instead. She was powerless to resist and was pulled right up against me. As she struggled, her hand bumped into the desk.
And then—
-Clatter.
"Huh?"
"Eek!"
The phone I had left on the desk fell to the floor. When I picked it up, the screen was cracked.
"S-Sorry... I didn't mean to..."
Ayoung's face had gone pale with shock as she kept apologizing.
'It's not a big deal.'
I didn't really care. Strictly speaking, this wasn't even my phone—it was the one Yoon-seok had given me in this parallel world. Since it wasn't truly mine, I felt nothing.
"I'm really sorry! I... I..."
Ayoung looked even more terrified than I did. I studied her pale face for a moment before asking,
"What usually happens when you make a mistake?"
"Pardon?... I... I get hit with a cane..."
"A cane?"
The answer caught me off guard. 'Not bad.'
Actually, it was quite appealing.
"Ayoung, go get the cane."
"Yes..."
Her earlier cheerful expression had vanished. Looking thoroughly cowed, she shuffled over to the storage unit. She knelt down, pulled open the bottom drawer, and took out a cane about the length of a person's arm. After closing the drawer, she stood and brought it to me.
"Whoa..."
'This isn't just a wooden stick—it's more like a whip.'
The texture was different from what I had imagined. I had expected ordinary wood, but the material felt like tough, flexible rattan while still maintaining a straight shape. It reminded me of the short riding crops used on horses.
While I examined the cane, Ayoung asked in an anxious voice,
"Um... Should I take it on my calves? Or... on my bottom?"
"Hmm?"
I thought for a moment, then answered.
"Lift your dress and present your butt."