The Genius's Escape
Following the teacher's guidance, Juyeon headed to the dormitory, while Jua returned home.
"You have worked hard, Master." Jin-hee, who had changed back into her neat attire before anyone noticed, greeted him politely with her hands clasped over her navel.
"It was nothing." When he extended his palm, Jin-hee placed her hand over his, just like a dog offering its paw.
"...Hm?" As Jiho looked at her in confusion, Jin-hee tilted her head, seemingly unable to understand his reaction.
"Did you not ask for my hand?"
"No, I was asking for the recent data."
"Ah, ah!" Realizing her complete misunderstanding, Jin-hee let out a gasp that was almost a shriek and apologized. "I am so sorry!" Her face flushed a brilliant crimson from sheer embarrassment. Covering her face with both hands, her voice echoed muffled beneath her palms.
"There's no need to go that far." Jiho couldn't help but chuckle. For someone who always pursued perfection, such a blunder was a rare treat. After all, rather than a doll with its ego completely erased, he much preferred seeing these occasional glimpses of human vulnerability.
Still shielding her face with one hand, Jin-hee used her other hand to retrieve a thick stack of documents and held them out. "Here it is..."
"Right. Thanks."
"The... hnnh... the honor is all mine." Unable to bear the embarrassment any longer, she turned and fled. Wait, this is her own room. Where is she even running to?
Having received the documents, Jiho headed down to the building's basement. While the academy buildings above ground boasted an impressive amount of space, the basement was on an entirely different scale. No, in fact, this was the true essence of this academy. Because it was constantly expanding in real-time even at this very moment, even Jiho hadn't fully memorized all the subterranean pathways. He had to keep his wits about him to avoid the embarrassing plight of getting lost at his age.
After walking for a long time through a maze of winding corridors, he arrived in front of a door. It was the most secret and deeply hidden room in the entire basement—the core facility of this underground world. The sensor on the door recognized Jiho's face, and the thick door slid open. The interior was vast. The floor was made of polished alloy panels that reflected the light, and dozens of transparent capsules lined the walls, each containing an artificial brain. Dozens, even hundreds of microscopic electrode wires were attached to these artificial brains, sending periodic electrical signals. On the screens beneath the capsules, human brainwaves fluctuated wildly in response to the electrical impulses.
Jiho looked around the interior and muttered quietly, "This place... is the same as ever." This was the starting point of the academy, and indeed, its everything. In the past, he too had practically lived here as a researcher, but not anymore. After all, there was someone far more competent and extraordinary than him running the show now.
As he walked deeper into the laboratory—Clang! His toe caught an empty beverage can. An energy drink can rolled away into the distance, and at the sound, someone walked out from the inner chambers. It was a female researcher in a white lab coat. Her messy gray hair was completely unkempt, with a few stray strands draping over her cheeks and catching on the frame of her glasses. The deep dark circles under her eyes made it painfully obvious how many nights she had spent fueled solely by energy drinks.
Jiho waved his hand gently, greeting her warmly. "Well, well, Doctor. It's been a while. How many days has it been?"
"Three weeks, four days, thirteen hours, and thirty-three minutes, you motherfucker." The researcher—or rather, the Doctor—scowled and spat out a curse.
"You promised you'd visit at least once a month, and you actually tried to stretch it to the absolute limit, you son of a bitch."
"I just didn't want to disturb your research, that's all." Despite Jiho's excuse, the Doctor's expression showed no signs of softening.
"Bullshit. You were probably busy thrusting your hips like a dog in heat. Is fucking women really that great?" Spitting out vulgarities that contrasted sharply with her appearance, she marched over and stood right in front of Jiho. She poked him in the chest with her index finger.
"Once a month, my ass. Come at least once every two weeks."
"Fine, fine." Having finally extracted the answer she wanted, the Doctor pouted and turned around.
"So, I'm sure you didn't just come to look at my face. What is it this time? Do you want me to make more of those Small Brainwashing Helmets?"
The device used to brainwash the mother-daughter duo, Jua and Juyeon, earlier today was also her creation. Of course, the core theories behind hypnosis and brainwashing were Jiho's achievements, but the original brainwashing device had been larger than a compact car. He lacked the engineering expertise to downsize it. But the Doctor was different. She possessed the mechanical engineering skills to create a compact brainwashing device, the biotechnology to construct artificial brains, and the pharmacological knowledge to manufacture brainwashing drugs. She was a true genius who had advanced the fields of hypnosis and brainwashing—which Jiho had researched for over a decade—by several generations. Jiho often thought that bringing her to his side was the best decision he had ever made.
"Come on. I really did just come to see your face."
"Really?" Her mood instantly brightening, she chuckled softly and tilted her head. "Well, talk is cheap. Whatever, come on in."
He followed her inside. True to someone who practically lived and slept in her lab, a corner of the room was set up as her personal living space. She set a cup down in front of Jiho and popped open a can of energy drink. "The only things to drink here are water and this." Coffee or tea was out of the question. She filled his cup to the brim with the energy drink. "Well, this is tasty too."
Sitting across from Jiho, she asked with a curious glint in her eyes, "So, did you try out the new brainwashing device I sent you?"
"Yeah, no errors. It runs perfectly. Here's the log." He handed over the stack of documents he had brought. It was the record of brainwashing experiments from the past three weeks. Honestly, he could have sent it online or through someone else, but she would get visibly upset if he did, so Jiho made sure to deliver it in person.
Flipping through the records rapidly, she smiled with satisfaction. "Good, good. As expected of my masterpiece. But the output for the directional amplification is still registering a bit low." The Doctor sighed as she stared at a graph, looking rather disappointed. It was a value she had somewhat anticipated, but seeing it actually recorded was still frustrating. It wasn't because of a lack of ability on her part. It was purely an issue with the device's components. No matter how perfectly they established theories on brain science and mind control, the technology required to manifest those theories was an entirely separate matter.
"This coil is the problem. The ones manufactured by standard companies have clear limitations." No matter how much of an all-encompassing genius she was, she couldn't possibly manufacture every single semiconductor and device component by hand.
"Ah, that's why I acquired a precision manufacturing company this time. I think the name was Plectrilex."
At those words, the Doctor raised an eyebrow. "That's a famous company known for making spacecraft components." If they could get specialized parts manufactured there, the quality of all their devices would leap forward by at least a generation. However, there was only one thing that nagged at her.
"Did you fuck the president's wife again?"
"Something like that."
"Seriously, that uselessly massive dick of yours..." Muttering under her breath, the Doctor repeatedly stole glances at the crotch of Jiho's pants.
Jiho protested, amused by her reaction. "You're the only one who complains about it being too big, you know?"
"Who said I complained? I said it was uselessly big, I never said I hated it." The Doctor's face flushed slightly as her voice trailed off. "I'm a female too, after all... of course I like a big dick..."
The Doctor had been brainwashed by him long before this academy was even established. Because she had been turned into his submissive bitch during the early stages, the quality of her brainwashing was relatively crude, leaving her rebellious streak and sense of self highly intact. Of course, he could easily make her like the other brainwashed females now, but Jiho deliberately chose not to. Her genius stemmed not just from her passion for knowledge and exploration, but from her unique brain structure. If he messed with her brain to strengthen the brainwashing and accidentally erased her genius, it would be a massive loss. And above all, she was the only case of someone who had willingly chosen to become his submissive bitch and put on the brainwashing device herself. To her, Jiho was her one and only. Now, she was so dependent on him that she would lose the will to live without him. How could she ever truly rebel against or reject him?
"And... um." The Doctor tried to focus on the records again, but she couldn't make any progress. She kept staring at the same graph she had looked at minutes ago, but she was merely gazing at it; nothing registered in her mind. Her eyes kept darting back to Jiho's crotch.
Finally, "Ah, whatever!" She threw the stack of papers onto the desk in frustration and stood up abruptly. Just imagining Jiho's body had put her in heat, and she couldn't take it anymore. This was the exact reason she tried to limit her encounters with Jiho as much as possible. As long as she was his submissive bitch, having her Master right next to her caused her intelligence to plummet, leaving her unable to think about anything but his cock.
"Let's just do it quickly. I've been under so much stress lately trying to develop the downsizing technology." Without even waiting for Jiho's response, she marched over and collapsed onto the bed beside them. Before he knew it, she had already strapped a brainwashing device onto her head. It was a headset design equipped with an eye mask—the 1st Generation Brainwashing Device developed years ago. Its performance was pitiful compared to the ones used today. Yet, even though she had discarded all the other prototypes, she had kept this single one.
"What are you doing? Press it already!" At her urging, Jiho shook his head and stood up. He had hoped to catch up a bit, but in the end, a bitch was a bitch. For a submissive female, physical communication was the only language that mattered. He reached out and pressed the power button on the device.
Bzzzzzt— Static electricity crackled over the device. Shivering, the Doctor cried out in a voice thick with anticipation, "Ah, ahh. It's coming... It's coming, it's coming!" Then, her body went completely limp. The tense, irritable furrow between her brows smoothed out, and her sharp, glaring eyes softened as they drooped. That change alone made her expression look infinitely gentler.
Jiho slipped the device off her head and shook her shoulder gently. She slowly opened her eyes. Sitting up, she blinked sluggishly and looked around. "Uhehh..." A thin trail of drool leaked from her slack lips, but she didn't care in the slightest. She wasn't currently in a hypnotic trance. In fact, she was perfectly conscious. The only thing that had changed was one simple detail.
"Eh?" Spotting Jiho, she let out a silly giggle. "Ooppaya...♥" She scrambled up and wrapped her arms tightly around him.
"Ssssss- haaaah...♥" As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she rubbed her face against his chest and inhaled deeply. After drawing his scent deep into her lungs several times, she tilted her head up to look at him. "Did you come to see Dohee...?"
Han Dohee. An unparalleled genius, a once-in-a-generation scientist who could have won Nobel Prizes more easily than perfect attendance awards. The woman once revered by those titles was now nothing more than a beast driven purely by instinct.
"What a bizarre taste." Jiho found it utterly mind-boggling. Her unique fetish was Intelligence Regression. In her current state, the Doctor was completely incapable of high-level reasoning or complex thought. For someone who knew too much and constantly craved to know everything, a state where high-level cognitive function was completely impossible was her only escape from the crushing stress.
"Yeah. I came to see you."
"Uhehe...♥" Hearing that he had come to see her, Dohee beamed with pure happiness. She snuggled against his chest for a while, squirming, before suddenly fanning her face with her hands. "Uuu... so hot..." Muttering to herself, Dohee raised both arms high in the air and looked up at Jiho. "Dohee is hot... take off... my clothes..."
Jiho obediently stripped her. All it took was removing her lab coat and her top. He didn't have to take off her underwear or pants—in fact, he couldn't, because she wasn't wearing any to begin with. By shedding just those two pieces of fabric, she was instantly laid completely bare. Her pert, rounded breasts, her pink nipples which had swollen painfully stiff the moment she saw Jiho despite her attempts to hide it, and her soaking wet pussy. Though her intellect was no different from a wild animal's, or rather, precisely because she was like an animal, her body retained a vivid memory of being a submissive bitch. She crawled directly onto Jiho's thighs. Supporting herself with both hands on his shoulders, she thrust her dripping, burning hot slit forward. In a voice completely melted with desire, she asked, "Ooppaya... what should we play...♥"