Professor Kim's Request (1)

Sunny afternoon. I was sitting on a bench beside the campus fountain, enjoying a moment of rest. A heavy, unfamiliar weight hung between my legs. It was all thanks to the previous quest reward.

"Whoa... so this is a man's confidence..." A satisfied smile spread across my face. It was strange. Just having a bigger dick made me this happy. I had never once thought my size was lacking before, yet the moment I received this reward, an overwhelming sense of satisfaction washed over me.

—Whoosh. Listening to the fountain's cascading water, I basked in the warm sunlight. While leisurely watching the fountain, I pulled out my phone and idly browsed the internet. Then a thought struck me, and I opened the gallery.

Memories from the past few days filled the screen. Lee Ayoung looking up at me with my cum in her mouth. Kang Dahyun collapsed on the lecture hall floor, her jeans soaked through. And then... my own selfie.

"...A selfie?" That felt off. I wasn't the type to take selfies. Yet there it was, saved in my phone out of nowhere. It didn't take long to remember.

"Ah... right. I took that when I altered Professor Kim Byung-yoon's common sense..."

The photo showed me in front of the professor's office, flashing a V-sign with one hand. I had snapped it while waiting for Cha Eunyung, just messing around in the office. That day I had anal sex with the beautiful Cha Eunyung. Every time I thrust, the bell on her wrist chimed clearly. Her mixed-race skin was strikingly pale, her eyes the color of a deep blue sea. I had thoroughly enjoyed her body that day. Thinking back, I should have taken photos of her instead of just a stupid selfie of myself... what a waste.

"Huh? Isn't that Professor Kim Byung-yoon?"

A familiar voice came from behind me. Whoever it was had clearly sneaked up on purpose to startle me. I jumped and cursed without thinking.

"Shit— what the hell?"

"Aigoo, hyung~ What are you doing out here instead of going back to the dorm?"

It was my roommate, Taeyoung. We shared a two-person room in the dorm. Normally rooms were four-person, but we paid extra to have a double.

"I... I was just resting." I tried to calm my racing heart. The photos I had been looking at were more than enough to cause serious misunderstandings. Lee Ayoung with cum in her mouth, Kang Dahyun with soaked pants—both were extremely lewd. If word got around the department, things could get ugly. But luckily, Taeyoung didn't seem to have seen them.

Then he said something strange.

"Resting, huh~ But why are you looking at Professor Kim Byung-yoon's photo while resting? Planning to go to grad school or something?"

"What?"

In the photo, I was standing in the professor's office, looking at the camera. It was clearly me. But Taeyoung was calling the person in the picture Professor Kim Byung-yoon.

A strange sense of dissonance washed over me.

"Professor Kim Byung-yoon?"

"Yeah! That's Professor Kim's photo. Look."

"Professor Kim's photo?"

The man in the picture—grinning playfully and making a V-sign—was obviously me. Yet Taeyoung insisted it was the professor.

"Is this also because of the quest?"

Quests normally made ordinary people unable to perceive or recognize what was happening. Even if sex happened right in front of them, they would just go about their day as usual. Apparently, photos and videos were affected the same way. Right now, Taeyoung was seeing me as Professor Kim Byung-yoon.

Memories from that day surfaced.

That explained why Taeyoung saw the person in the photo as the professor. The quest's effects were always full of unexpected twists.

"Anyway, hyung, stop lounging on the campus bench and get up."

"...Yeah."

"Let's head back to the dorm and play some games, hyung."

"I'll rest a bit longer. You go ahead."

"Hyung, there's an exp event today—"

"Seriously, just a little longer."

"Fine. I'll go up first then."

Watching Taeyoung's retreating back, I let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't seen the photos of Lee Ayoung or Kang Dahyun, and the quest's safety measures had worked perfectly. A potentially troublesome situation had passed without incident.

While I was still marveling at how unpredictable the quest effects could be, a woman walked past me. She didn't look like a student—more like a visitor with some other business on campus. She wore flat shoes and a long dress that only revealed her ankles. The side slits of the dress flashed glimpses of her calves and thighs with every step.

"Whoa..."

The long dress hugged her voluptuous figure. Her breasts, waist, and hips formed a beautiful, jar-like silhouette. The pale nape of her neck beneath her updo was equally striking. Her skin was exceptionally fair.

She had been walking away when she suddenly turned around. She walked a few steps, turned again, then turned once more. It looked like she was just killing time, pacing back and forth between the bench and the fountain. When she finally faced my direction, I saw her face clearly.

She appeared to be in her late twenties. Her nose was elegantly straight, and her mature beauty made her look nothing like a college student. Below that face...

"Wow... those have to be at least G-cups."

Her breasts were impossibly full. The dress was low-cut, revealing generous cleavage, collarbones, and neckline. A delicate short necklace rested against her skin. She was smiling as she spoke on the phone.

"Mm-hmm~ Of course."

The other person was clearly a man, but I couldn't make out the words. She seemed like a married woman with a child.

"Yoon-woo already went to daycare~"

Her plump lips opened and closed repeatedly as she talked. I watched her. Beautiful features, fair and flawless skin, a voluptuous body. This young married woman radiated mature charm—beautiful, yet strangely seductive.

Then it happened.

"Hm?"

Our eyes met. I quickly looked away, pretending to watch the fountain instead.

"Huh?... No, it's nothing."

She returned to her call. A cold sweat ran down my back. I had stared too obviously. But the way her dress clung to her body made it impossible to look away. Even pretending to watch the fountain, she probably knew I had been checking her out. Yet she continued her conversation as if nothing had happened—apparently, whoever was on the other end of the line mattered far more than some random guy ogling her.

While still pretending to look at the fountain, I stole another glance. Plump lips. Smooth waistline. Thick thighs. Voluptuous breasts. I drank in every detail like taking a photograph.

Her call continued.

"I have a quick stop to make."

She was still smiling. It really did sound like she was talking to her husband.

"Okay~ I love you too. See you at dinner."

—Click.

After pacing around the fountain for a while, she finally headed toward the convenience store. With every step, her hips swayed enticingly. The dress clung to her thighs, outlining their generous curves.

"Damn... what a body."

It wasn't just sexiness. She had an intensely alluring, almost bewitching charm. From her plump lips to her elegant nose, and the combination of her updo with that pale neckline—it all worked perfectly. If college girls were flower buds, she was a flower in full, radiant bloom. Her face was beautiful, but her body was even more captivating.

"And she's already a mom?"

It was hard to believe someone so pretty and elegant already had a child old enough for daycare. Then again, maybe that was exactly why she had gotten married so early. If I had a woman like her, I'd want to marry her and make her mine as soon as possible too.

"I don't know who her husband is, but I'm jealous as hell."

Just how capable did a guy have to be to land a woman like that?

While I was lost in these thoughts about the voluptuous married woman who had passed by, time slipped by.

"Huh? What the—suddenly?"

A new quest had appeared out of nowhere, forcing me into another Common Sense Alteration as Professor Kim Byung-yoon. I had been peacefully sitting on the bench, so the sudden notification caught me off guard. Still, I had no intention of refusing. I stood up and headed toward Yohan Hall at a leisurely pace.

Many of our university buildings had religious names like Yohan Hall, Paul Hall, and Daniel Hall. The school was run by a religious foundation, which was also why chapel classes were mandatory. On weekends, people gathered in certain ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠auditoriums for worship services.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Professor Kim Byung-yoon's office on the fourth floor of Yohan Hall.

—Creak.

The familiar sound of the iron door echoed as I stepped inside. No one was there. The layout of the office hadn't changed.

I sat down on the single sofa as usual. A glass coffee table sat at knee height in front of me. I casually tossed my bag into the corner of the long sofa on the right.

"Ahh, so comfortable..."

The sofa and chairs in the professor's office were wonderfully plush.

"But what exactly am I supposed to do for this request?"

I had no idea. Quest descriptions were often vague, but today's was especially so. I glanced around, wondering if there was any clue, and soon spotted a familiar smartphone on the corner of the glass table. It was the professor's phone—the same one I had seen during class.

I picked it up. There was no password or pattern lock. The screen opened immediately, revealing a cloud storage folder already displayed. Out of simple curiosity, I checked what was inside.

"Why are there so many videos...?"

There was over a terabyte of video files alone.

Scrolling further down, I found a familiar name. It was Cha Eunyung—the mixed-race student with pale skin and blue eyes whom I had anally fucked the last time I impersonated Professor Kim Byung-yoon. Her name was hard to forget.

"Cha Eunyung's here too... Wait, what's this? 'Cha Eun-ju Blackmail Edit'?"

A suspicious folder sat beneath the video. "Cha Eun-ju"? I felt like I should know who that was, but the situation still didn't make sense.

Just then—

—Knock. Knock.

Someone knocked on the closed office door.

"Uh... yes? Who is it?"

"Professor, it's Eun-ju~. Can I come in?"

"Eun-ju?"

My eyes dropped back to the folder name.

[(Folder) Cha Eunyung_Business_202X.03.19_Cha Eun-ju Blackmail Edit]

"Cha... Eun-ju?"

A vague realization began to form, but I still couldn't piece it together. The voice came again.

"Professor, it's me. Can I come in?"

"Ah... come in."

—Creak.

A woman stepped into the office.

"Huh?"

I recognized her immediately. She was the same fair-skinned, voluptuous married woman ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I had seen by the fountain earlier.