Educating the Delinquent
"Ouch, that stings," Jiho muttered, tilting his head as he examined his face in the mirror. He groaned at the sight of the fresh scratches. Sure, she might have been embarrassed, but did she really have to claw his face the exact moment he pulled his cock out?
"An amkeot shouldn't go around scratching her master like that." Perhaps admitting she had gone a bit too far, Dohee knelt in the corner of the bed, casting cautious glances at him.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Of course it hurts. But whatever, it's not going to leave a scar, so it's fine." The regenerative ointment developed right here in this lab was several times more potent than any commercial brand; a minor scratch like this would heal completely in just a few hours. Besides, with so many submissive females at his disposal, having one or two feisty ones wasn't a problem.
An apology lingered on the tip of Dohee's tongue, but instead, she blurted out, "Y-you crazy bastard! It's your fault! Setting aside making me call you 'Oppa,' why do you keep touching my ass?!"
"It's not your ass."
"Fine, I get it! My asshole! If you keep spreading me open and blowing air into my hole, it feels weird!"
Just having her cheeks pulled wide and feeling his gaze on her made her sphincter pucker tight. When he blew a soft breath against it, a shiver raced up her spine and rippled through her entire body. Honestly, that sensation... made her want to stretch her anus wide and clamp down on his cock right then and there.
"For someone who insisted it was absolutely out of the question, you certainly kept it clean."
It was spotless on the outside, and she had clearly prepped the inside too, leaving only a sweet, fleshy scent mixed with a hint of mint.
Hiss! She bared her nails like a cornered wildcat, looking ready to pounce again. Her physical preparation as an amkeot had been flawless, but...
"My mind wasn't ready! Do it next time!"
"Yeah, yeah. You've been 'preparing' for three years now."
It wasn't as if she was completely inexperienced. Her anal virginity had already been taken, but that first time had also been the last. She had sobbed so hard, complaining about how much it hurt, that even he had felt too guilty to force her again. Unfortunately, the 1st Generation Brainwashing Device lacked a pain-to-pleasure conversion function. He could have easily used a newer model, but Jiho actually quite liked Dohee's current, quirky personality.
"......Next time," she mumbled, perhaps feeling a bit bad for Jiho, who looked half-defeated.
"I'll let you do it next time you come." Her lips parted and closed several times before she added in a soft, hesitant whisper, "Oppa."
Jiho stood dazed for a moment before a smirk spread across his face. "...Hearing you call me Oppa while you're fully conscious actually does something to me."
"Is it really that great hearing it from an older woman? You crazy, perverted master bastard..." She gasped in horror as she saw Jiho approaching, his cock instantly hardening as his lust flared.
"N-no! I have to get back to my research!" While other amkeots found their ultimate pleasure in physically serving Jiho, Dohee experienced that same ecstasy—and even a sense of life purpose—by researching new technologies and developing hypnosis and brainwashing devices for him. In a way, she was a submissive slave who served Jiho through her mind and intellect rather than just her body.
Of course, a horny Jiho was not the kind of master to show such consideration. Pulling Dohee against him from behind, he began to fondle her soft, slender body. His cock, which had been flaccid just moments ago, gradually swelled with power. The semi-erect shaft rubbed gently between her thighs. Ignoring her protests and struggles, he pressed his hips flush against hers, grinding his cock against her buttocks.
"Haa... I said... I said no...♥" She trembled slightly at the hard sensation of his cock rubbing against her thighs. Her legs, which had drifted apart, instinctively clamped shut. Every time his shaft slid between her thighs, she squeezed them tight, mimicking the tight grip of her pussy. Nibbling gently on her earlobe, Jiho whispered, "Really?"
Her face flushed crimson, and she licked her lips, quickly changing her tune. "J-just... just let me have it once..." Of course, he stopped counting after his third ejaculation.
Jiho gently kneaded Dohee's belly as she lay limp from pleasure. She was incredibly slender, but her lower abdomen possessed a soft, pillowy layer of fat over her womb—the only plump spot on her otherwise sleek midriff.
"It's such a shame. A genius like you, living like a ghost hidden away in these mountains, tinkering with brainwashing devices in a cramped underground lab." Jiho paused for a moment before asking, "Do you ever want to go outside? Do you miss freedom?"
Dohee's shoulders flinched slightly. Turning around, her eyes shook with a pitiful vulnerability. He occasionally threw these questions at her, testing her true feelings. She was far too embarrassed to confess her emotions honestly. And so, she spoke through her childish persona.
"D-Dohee is a dummy, so she doesn't know about stuff like that. I want to live here and play with Oppa forever... I like Oppa way more than Nobel Prizes or research papers..."
"Is that so? I'm glad." Jiho curved his finger and gently stroked her forehead. Dohee closed her eyes, letting out a pleased hum. They lay together like that for a while longer until Jiho checked the time, sighed, and sat up. It was time to head back. As Dohee watched him pull on his clothes, she opened a drawer and took something out.
"Hey." Jiho turned around just in time to snatch an object flying toward him. Before he could even ask what it was, Dohee explained.
"You asked me before how small we could make a brainwashing device."
"Ah, did I...?"
"Sigh. You always order me to do the most ridiculous things, and then you don't even remember? I seriously want to choke you."
"I have to give you these little goals so you don't go around talking about wanting to die like you used to."
"Whatever. If I'm going to die now, it'll only be from the sheer bliss of getting fucked by your cock. Anyway, I threw something together. Unless there's some massive breakthrough in micro-components, this is probably the smallest hypnosis device in existence."
Only then did Jiho open his palm to inspect the object he had caught. It was a classic coin with a hole in the center, suspended by a string...
"A Hypnosis Coin?" It was an outdated design, but classic nonetheless.
"The design was intentional. Anyone who looks at it immediately thinks of hypnosis. Once the brain starts associating it with hypnosis, it becomes much easier for them to accept the suggestion delivered by the device." Jiho, having researched hypnosis and brainwashing himself, understood her logic perfectly. Still, her aesthetic taste was hard to grasp. After all... He picked up the end of the string and lifted the coin.
"...But isn't a yeopjeon a bit too old-school?" It was a circular coin with a square hole in the middle. While similar coins in media were usually smooth, this one had familiar Chinese characters engraved on it.
"What can I do? Korea doesn't have any modern coin designs with holes in them." While the front and back looked like a normal old coin hanging from a string, the outer edge was densely packed with microscopic perforations. Dohee continued her explanation.
"Those tiny grooves on the side emit high-frequency brainwashing waves that are imperceptible to the human ear. While those waves do their work, you swing the coin side-to-side to induce visual hypnosis through pupil tracking."
"What's the frequency cycle?"
"You don't need to be that precise. The core is the sound waves." She went on to explain several other features, like the tiny brainwashing patterns along the rim, but to put it simply:
"I can't guarantee its effectiveness. Just use it as a toy." In truth, demanding this level of miniaturization was absurd, and Dohee was a genius for even pulling it off. Since Jiho had only made the request in jest, he viewed this little toy as a thoughtful gift she had crafted in her spare time.
"Well, toys are always the most fun. Thanks." At his praise, she let out a huff and turned away. But the moment her face was out of sight, she shoved her index finger into her mouth and bit down hard. Just his praise alone sent a jolt of intense pleasure through her entire body, pushing her to a sudden, fleeting climax. If completing a tiny toy felt this good, she couldn't help but recall how she had literally wet herself from sheer ecstasy when she finished the Brainwashing Helmet and other large-scale devices a few days ago. Finally calming her trembling body, she turned back to bid him farewell.
"Goodbye, Master. See you in two weeks."
"Yeah. Take care, and I'll text you often. Oh, and as punishment for scratching my face..." He tapped his temple with his index finger. "I tweaked your mind a little bit. See if you can find it. Or you can just wait an hour for it to wear off." Dohee frowned in confusion.
"...What? When did you do that?!"
"I slipped it in while you were asleep. Well, bye for real!" With that, he dashed out.
"You son of a bitch!" But Jiho was already long gone. "Goddamn bastard..." Mutters of frustration escaping her lips, Dohee stood in front of the mirror. When he said he had 'tweaked' her, he meant Common Sense Alteration. He had either erased a basic piece of common sense or made some completely irrational act seem entirely normal. Since he had used an outdated brainwashing device, it would wear off on its own in an hour, just as he said. However, her pride wouldn't allow that. She was determined to find the anomaly, recognize it, and break the suggestion herself.
As she stood there thinking, she suddenly felt a cool breeze on her skin. Looking down, she realized she was wearing nothing but a lab coat over her bare skin. Her pale flesh, her erect pink nipples, and her neatly trimmed pubic mound were all completely exposed. Yet, she didn't find this strange at all. After all, as an amkeot researcher, it was only natural for her to wear a lab coat—the symbol of a scientist—while remaining completely naked—the symbol of a breeding female.
"Hmm. Maybe I should turn down the AC. It's a bit chilly." Surely he hadn't altered her perception of temperature. Dohee inspected her body, her fingers lightly brushing against her pussy. Thick, white semen was still slowly oozing from her slit.
"Ah!" A lightbulb practically went off over her head. An hour? It hadn't even taken ten minutes. When on earth had he slipped in such a ridiculous suggestion?
"My womb is completely calm even though I'm looking at Master's semen! I'm not an idiot—if you erase such an obvious truth, of course I'm going to notice!" The moment she recognized the altered common sense, the fog in her mind instantly cleared. At the same time, her dormant maternal instincts flooded back. As an amkeot, it was absolute common sense that seeing her master's semen should make her womb throb and squeeze in a desperate urge to get pregnant!
Dohee smiled triumphantly and licked the semen off her fingertips. "Nghaaah!" Her womb instantly spasmed in a deep, internal climax, making her legs flail. Only then did she nod in satisfaction. Looking in the mirror at the trembling, dripping amkeot before her, she murmured, "T-there... now I'm back to normal." She was, indeed, perfectly normal.
Leaving Dohee behind, Jiho made his way back up to the surface. While there were several hidden routes leading down to the Underground Research Lab throughout the Academy, Jiho personally preferred the path connected to the secluded Warehouse on the edge of the grounds. He climbed the stairs, reached the warehouse, and pushed the door open to step outside.
"Whoa!" With a sharp yelp, someone tumbled backward onto the floor. They had been leaning against the door, so when Jiho pulled it open, they lost their balance and fell flat on their back inside the warehouse, kicking up a cloud of dust. Coughing violently, the female student scrambled to her feet and glared at Jiho. "Hey! Watch where you're going, will you?"