The Master of the Academy
A vast room, easily several hundred square feet. The lavish interior, matching its grand scale, was enough to draw spontaneous gasps of admiration from anyone. From the desk to the reception sofa, the table, and the bookshelves—from the minor utensils to the small ornaments—nothing was of low quality, and even the arrangement, which took movement paths into consideration, was perfect.
And in front of the most magnificent desk of all, the master of the room, Kang Jiho, sat leaning back in his chair in a relaxed posture. If there were music suited to this background and situation, it would undoubtedly be classical...
Slurp. Squelch. Shuck. Slurrrp.
Instead, only the endlessly lewd sound of someone sucking on something echoed through the office.
Though invisible from the opposite side of the desk, a woman kneeling beneath it was greedily devouring Jiho's cock. She stroked his shaft with her long, outstretched tongue, sucked his glans like a piece of candy, and eventually swallowed the entire length of his cock, letting it slide past her mouth and down into her throat.
"Hehup... ugh-gack..."
The woman, with amethyst-purple hair cascading down to her waist, choked and gagged on the cock filling her throat, yet she was extremely careful not to let her teeth graze it.
Jiho, opening his eyes slightly at the intense pleasure, turned his head to the side. Hanging where his gaze landed was a photo of a woman with a rather serious expression.
In the photo, she was cutting a ceremonial ribbon in front of a pristine building alongside prominent figures from politics and business. This was Choi Jinhee, the ostensible owner of this room and the Director of the academy.
However, it had been a long time since she herself had discarded that name. To him, calling her a "slut" or a "whore" was more than enough. In fact, she preferred being called that.
Staring blankly at the photo, Jiho marveled anew. So that woman could make a face like that just a few years ago. It was an expression he would likely never see again.
With that thought, Jiho shifted his gaze downward.
Gurgle. Squish. Squelch.
The sight of her sucking his cock so intensely that her cheeks hollowed out, making those lewd noises, was so vulgar that it was impossible to believe she was the subject of that photograph.
He reached out and gently pushed Jinhee's head back. It certainly felt good, but now that he was awake, there was a fair amount of work to handle.
Forced to release his cock, she looked up at him with tearful eyes.
"Master..."
Her expression and tone were filled with guilt. In fact, Jinhee was so overwhelmed by guilt that she couldn't even meet his eyes. For a mere cum dumpster like herself to fail to drain her Master's semen by the time he woke up was tantamount to having no reason to live.
A house that cannot be lived in is called a ruin, and a plane that cannot fly is called scrap metal. And a toilet like herself, unable to extract semen, was worse than trash.
But Jiho didn't care at all, rummaging through the stack of documents piled on his desk.
"So, the girl whose deep psyche won't open because of trauma. You said there were actually two of them this time. What did you do with her?"
However, feeling guilty and answering her Master's question were two entirely separate matters. She immediately raised her head and answered.
"I had her accumulate a mountain of demerit points for school rule violations, then secretly planted cigarettes in her bag and expelled her."
"Is that so? [Good girl.]"
[Good Girl]
"Ah... ahhhhn! Haaah!"
A mere word of praise, tossed out casually without any real emotion. Yet, at his praise, Jinhee's body shuddered violently as her eyes rolled back, showing only the whites. The drool spilling from her lips dripped down without resistance, soaking her nipples and breasts.
Thanks to the imprint engraved directly into her brain through brainwashing, even the strongest drugs in the world could not compare to a single word of praise from him.
The brain-melting pleasure and the heart-squeezing sense of fulfillment were by no means an exaggeration.
After climaxing continuously for a full minute, Jinhee finally calmed down, clutching her chest as she gasped for breath.
A sense of happiness that no one else in the world could provide. For this, she would do anything. Her academy, which she had built over a lifetime, her achievements, her human rights—even if it meant sacrificing her very life.
Looking down at Jinhee, who had barely regained her senses, Jiho clicked his tongue.
Lighting had been installed under the desk so he could easily check at any time. Thanks to this, the puddle of love juice that had newly formed on the floor was clearly visible.
"Is this a restroom?"
"I-I'm sorry!"
"I asked you a question. Is this a restroom?"
"Ah! No! It's not a restroom, it's Master's office!"
"Right. And the restroom here..."
Jiho, resting his chin on his hand, stared blankly at her and said,
"...is you."
"Y-yes! That's right! Jinhee is Master's private restroom!"
"Then who's going to clean it up?"
Still panting, Jinhee hurriedly bowed her head. Without a moment's hesitation, she turned slightly and pressed her face directly against the floor.
Whether Jiho was actually angry or not didn't matter. Since he had pointed out the fact that she had spilled her juices, her duty was clear.
Lick.
Not even caring that her cheek was touching the dirty floor, she stuck out her long tongue and repeatedly licked up her love juice. She focused all her effort solely on cleaning, ignoring everything else.
In terms of results, it was a futile effort. The amount of love juice she lapped up was small, while the drool spilling from her stupidly agape mouth was far greater.
No, if anything, it only made things worse. Excited by this humiliating situation, her lower mouth—her pussy—kept drooling as well, creating a fresh puddle.
While secretly enjoying the pathetic spectacle, Jiho furrowed his brow as if displeased.
"This is never going to end at this rate."
"Ah, I'm sorry!"
Flustered, she ended up slamming her forehead against the floor with a loud thud! If her Master didn't forgive her here, she might actually die. Not a physical death, but her mind and spirit would perish from the uncontrollable guilt.
In fact, her current self was her fourteenth ego. Or perhaps her fifteenth.
"Well, I suppose it can't be helped."
Jiho smirked and lifted his foot. The sole of his sneaker ground into Jinhee's face.
"After all, you're a rag. A soaking wet one, at that. It's only natural for you to drip."
With the side of her face crushed under his foot, Jinhee's eyes grew hazy and vacant. Her merciful Master was forgiving even a filthy whore like her. Feeling her steadfast loyalty grow even more absolute, she stuck out her tongue and licked the bottom of Jiho's shoe.
"Y-yessh, Mashter... Jinhee is a rag, so...♥"
Once the dirty sole of his shoe was licked clean enough to shine, Jiho had the naked Jinhee stand behind him as he focused on his paperwork once more.
When it came to financial documents or papers related to "lectures," he only asked a few simple questions. He didn't order any further corrections or changes. He knew well that it was best to leave those kinds of matters to the real professionals, so he didn't interfere with them at all.
The only thing he cared about was the candidates for cum dumpsters—namely, the brainwashing management of the academy's current and incoming students. And, as a bonus, the management of the instructors.
Normally, the academy perfectly tested "aptitude" and managed its student body, but occasionally, females who were resistant to brainwashing itself or had mental defects due to congenital or acquired reasons would enter.
Of course, they could be brainwashed if enough effort was put in, but the important question was whether they were worth that level of effort. If they didn't meet the criteria, it was faster and cheaper to kick them out. There was an endless supply of candidates holding waiting numbers, eager to take one of the mere one hundred admission slots available each year.
Jiho briefly looked away from the documents and glanced at Jinhee. He flicked his index finger back and forth, pointing alternately between her and his fly.
"Ah! Yes!"
Jinhee beamed and stood up. He might seem cold and heartless on the surface, but in the end, he was always kind and generous enough to bestow his cock upon her.
She turned around and placed her hands on the floor. Arching her hips, she aligned her dripping wet pussy perfectly with the tip of his cock. Her twitching folds slowly swallowed his shaft.
"Haaahn! Master's cock... your cock is inside me...♥"
Her vaginal walls clung tightly to his cock, sucking on it greedily. Every time her hips grinded up and down, his shaft scraped against her inner walls.
Squirt. Squish.
Love juice and pre-cum mixed together, overflowing into a lewd slurry. Overwhelmed by the dizzying pleasure, Jinhee rolled her eyes back and drooled heavily.
Looking at the documents, he raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"But wait. It says here only one was expelled?"
Of the two filtered out this time, only one had been expelled according to the standard manual, while the other was still enrolled in the academy.
Jinhee, half-dazed, panted as she spoke.
"T-that... the remaining one... ah, I felt I should... report to Master first... haaah..."
"Is that so? Are her specs that impressive?"
He furrowed his brow as he scanned down the document.
"Not really..."
Her father was an active, influential politician, and her mother was the director of a massive hospital everyone would recognize.
"But she's not quite at that level of prestige."
In this academy, however, specs of this caliber were merely nice to have, nothing more.
"N-not the female's background, ngh, but the female herself. For Master... nghh-aaah...♥"
At Jinhee's explanation, he turned the page. He saw the photo behind it, and instantly understood.
"Indeed."
She's exactly my type.
Swallowing his unspoken thoughts, he examined the photo more closely. A refined appearance, excellent external evaluations... She was clearly a model student who had grown up like a pristine doll.
For someone like him, who took immense pleasure in breaking pure, upright, and well-behaved girls, she was the ultimate target.
Of course, this academy only admitted students who met a certain standard of beauty. But a top-tier specimen like this was well worth a bit of extra trouble.
"And here. Her resistance stats are exceptionally high."
"Her resistance is only high when it comes to sexual matters. What an interesting specimen."
Her resistance to pure hypnosis itself wasn't much different from the others, but it spiked dramatically when things turned sexual. Was she from a family that demonized sexual desire? Or was it personal trauma? Since it was a rare case, his curiosity was piqued.
She'll make a fascinating subject.
Tap. Tap-tap. Tap.
His fingers on the desk began to tap out a rhythm of their own. Jinhee waited quietly, watching his expression. Her pussy twitched, craving pleasure, but her body remained frozen in place. This rhythmic tapping was a habit of his whenever he was deep in thought. It was not a time for a slave like her to dare interrupt.
After closing his eyes for a few minutes, Jiho opened them and spoke briefly.
"Let's try a new experiment this time. Since she's an unusual specimen, it won't hurt to play around with her in various ways."
"Understood. I will prepare it immediately."
She replied joyfully. To her, seeing another female realize the true purpose of life and the meaning of supreme happiness—becoming a fellow sister in submission—was a truly delightful prospect.
"Now then."
Jiho slapped Jinhee's buttocks with his palm.
Spank!
"Ahhn!"
"Let's keep going."
"Y-yes, Master...♥"