Taming the Delinquent, Part 2
The girl scanned Jiho from head to toe, the fierce scowl on her face instantly melting away.
"Oh, whatever. It's just you, Ahjussi."
Of course, only her hostility had faded; she still radiated pure irritation from every pore. She waved her hand, brushing off the dust that had settled on her clothes.
"I guess this isn't exactly a place other students or teachers would wander into. What are you here for, Ahjussi? To clean or something?"
"Something like that," Jiho replied, nodding meekly.
Unlike his usual self, his attitude was remarkably polite.
In the first place, the students here weren't in a constant state of heat. They only awakened their identities as submissive amkeot at the specific times and locations he designated.
Of course, their lucid hours amounted to a mere three or four a day, and it just so happened to be that time right now.
Drawing a clear line between their normal state and their amkeot state was essential if they were to lead normal, functioning lives in society later. But more than that, being looked down upon during their lucid hours only made the pleasure of utterly crushing these arrogant amkeot later all the sweeter. Honestly... that was the real reason.
In any case, during the students' lucid hours, Jiho was nothing more than a lowly maintenance worker hired by the academy. Of course, the students simply referred to him as the janitor.
"Is that so? Sucks to be you."
"So, what brings Lee Yujeong-ssi all the way out here?"
Yujeong scratched the back of her head, looking slightly sheepish.
"Ah, well... everywhere else is covered in CCTVs. There was just no blind spot."
She hesitated for a moment, then leaned in slightly, asking Jiho in a conspiratorial tone.
"Hey, Ahjussi. You don't happen to have a lighter, do you?"
"I don't," he replied.
He was a non-smoker, after all.
"Tsk. Really? That's a pain."
She twirled a slender white cylinder between her fingers. Jiho's eyes narrowed as he caught sight of it.
What she held in her hand was...
"A cigarette."
How on earth did she get her hands on a cigarette?
Needless to say, the academy's commissary didn't stock tobacco. Even though the students were all adults, Jiho despised the smell of smoke on his amkeot, which meant a strict, non-negotiable ban on smoking was enforced across the entire campus.
She flashed a smug grin, showing off the cigarette.
"I sent a letter to a friend outside. Told them to slip a single cigarette inside the envelope."
"...Ah, I see."
Jiho finally understood.
Cell phones and all other forms of communication were strictly forbidden here. Naturally, physical letters were the only bridge to the outside world.
While outgoing mail was heavily censored to prevent any leaks about the academy's true nature, incoming mail was left largely unchecked. Slipping a single cigarette between thick sheets of cardstock would have been incredibly easy.
Of course, once night fell and her amkeot persona took over, she would probably throw the cigarette away without even remembering why she had it. But right now, she was in her right mind.
Still, to risk expulsion just for a single drag... did she really crave it that much?
Yujeong's grin vanished, replaced by a sullen pout.
"But I don't have a lighter. Fuck. If that brainless bastard was going to send a cigarette, he should've had the common sense to slip a lighter in too!"
"Well, a lighter would have been much easier to detect during inspection."
"Tsk. I guess so. But still, I'm stuck. It would've been perfect if you had one, Ahjussi."
She held the cigarette under her nose, inhaling its scent deeply.
"What's that saying again? A delicious feast in a picture?"
"A picture of a feast."
"Ah, right. That's exactly what this is."
She narrowed her eyes, shooting Jiho a warning glare.
"And don't even think about snitching to the teachers. You're the only one who knows about this, so if I get caught, I'll know exactly who to blame."
"Understood."
"Sigh. I guess I have no choice then."
Yujeong let out a heavy sigh and carefully placed the cigarette on the dusty floor. Then, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of glasses. They had thick, heavy lenses—completely unsuited for someone like her, who had perfect vision.
"What are those glasses for?"
She shrugged at Jiho's question.
"Stole them from some loser in the next room. Everyone who gets sent here is filthy rich anyway. Buying a new pair is nothing to them."
Spouting such delinquent behavior without a shred of remorse, she began angling the lenses, trying to catch the sunlight filtering through the dirty windows. She aimed the concentrated beam of light at the tip of the cigarette, sweating profusely as she tried to hold her hands steady.
Every time her hands trembled even slightly, her face contorted in frustration. Jiho watched her silently from the side, amused.
Since focusing the light was no easy task, her posture gradually shifted from a crouch to a crawl, until she was lying flat on her stomach, glaring at the cigarette as if she could ignite it with her eyes alone.
Well, she could just prop the glasses up on some bricks to keep them steady, Jiho thought. But watching her struggle so desperately was rather cute, so he kept his mouth shut.
Besides, those were concave lenses. She could lie there for a hundred years and she'd never start a fire.
Sure enough, within minutes, Yujeong threw the glasses aside in a fit of rage.
"Aaargh! Why won't it light?! This is so fucking annoying!"
"Why don't you just ask for a lighter in the next letter?"
"How the hell am I supposed to wait that long?!"
It would take at least a week for the next letter to arrive. Yujeong was far too impatient to spend seven days staring miserably at a cigarette she couldn't smoke.
She crawled back over, picked up the glasses, and tried once more.
Jiho chuckled inwardly.
Man, she's kind of cute. It wasn't part of his plan, but maybe he could play with her for a bit.
With that thought, he crouched down beside her.
"I don't have a lighter, but... I do have something pretty useful."
"What, you got a flint or something?"
Jiho reached into his pocket and pulled out the Hypnosis Coin he had received from Dohee.
"What the hell are you going to do with an old coin—"
Yujeong started to snap in irritation, but the words died in her throat the moment she saw the coin swinging gently from side to side. Her pupils locked onto the rhythmic movement, tracking it back and forth.
"H-how is this... supposed to light... a cigarette..."
Her voice grew faint, and her gaze turned glassy and vacant.
Within moments, she was completely hypnotized, staring blankly ahead with wide, unseeing eyes. Jiho looked at her slack-jawed expression in awe.
"She called it a toy, but this thing is seriously impressive."
It might have been a mere toy by Dohee's absurd standards, but if any of her inventions ever leaked to the outside world, "revolutionary" wouldn't even begin to describe them.
Jiho gave a brief command.
"Stand up."
At his command, Yujeong slowly pushed herself up from the floor.
Of course, a simple coin wouldn't be powerful enough to completely rewrite her personality like the advanced brainwashing helmets, but it was more than capable of "scrambling" a few basic concepts in her head.
But before that, first things first.
"Take off your shirt."
With a vacant expression, Yujeong unbuttoned her shirt and parted the fabric. She then hooked her fingers into her bra, pulling it down to expose her heavy, bouncing breasts.
They were a perfect size. Her nipples were a soft pink, and her areolas were surprisingly large—easily twice the size of other amkeot with similar breasts, their rosy flesh gleaming in the dim light.
A tiny mole just beneath her left areola caught his attention. He curved his index finger, gently tracing it.
She remained completely still, staring blankly into space. When he lightly pinched and twisted her nipple, a faint flush spread across her otherwise expressionless face.
Still teasing her nipple, he leaned in close and whispered into her ear.
"Now, from this moment on, you..."
Jiho's voice flowed into her ear, carving itself deep into her subconscious. The absolute suggestion took root, rewriting her reality and seizing control of her mind.
When Yujeong snapped out of her trance, she smirked, glaring at Jiho.
"You're pretty cheeky, Ahjussi."
Her tone was icy as she stepped forward, stopping right in front of him.
"Did you really think you could hide it from me?"
"Hide what?" Jiho asked, playing dumb.
She clicked her tongue at his feigned confusion.
"I know you have cigarettes on you. Who do you think you're fooling?"
Without warning, she dropped to her knees and grabbed his waistband.
"You were hiding a cigarette down here all along. It's practically bursting out."
Her eyes were locked onto the massive, bulging silhouette of his penis through his trousers.
Jiho scratched the back of his head, acting as if he'd been caught red-handed.
"Well, it's my last one."
"I get wanting to hoard your last one, but honestly, you're the janitor—you can get more whenever you want. Just let me have a drag."
Chuckling softly, she yanked his pants and underwear down in one swift motion.
Boing! His massive penis—which her mind now perceived entirely as a cigarette—sprung free. Yujeong's breath hitched.
She reached out, stroking the thick shaft in awe.
"Whoa... this isn't a cigarette. It's practically a cigar. Holy shit, look how thick it is. Are we measuring this in centimeters instead of millimeters?"
She spread her index and middle fingers into a V, attempting to hold it like a cigarette. But the shaft was so monstrously thick that even with her fingers stretched to their absolute limit, she could barely grip it.
"Let's get a sniff first..."
Tilting her head back, she let the heavy shaft rest against her cheek and took a deep breath.
"Haaaaah... sniff... Holy shit. The aroma is incredibly rich. Is this imported?"
"It's domestic," Jiho replied.
"How have I never seen this brand before? Damn, the scent is incredibly potent. Just smelling it is giving me a head rush."
She sniffed eagerly like a dog, her hot breath washing over his shaft and testicles.
"I think I'm already addicted. Ah, fuck, I can't take it anymore."
It had been nearly a month since her last smoke. Her self-control shattered, she opened her mouth wide and eagerly took the thick head inside.
She began to suck on it ravenously.
"Slurp, shluck, sluuuuck!"
He hadn't awakened her amkeot instincts or rewritten her identity; he had simply hardwired her brain to perceive fellatio as smoking a cigarette.
Naturally, her technique was incredibly clumsy—her lips, tongue, and throat had no idea what they were doing. Yet, her sheer desperation made up for her lack of skill.
It wasn't the submissive service of a brainwashed amkeot, but a raw, greedy suction driven entirely by her own desire for satisfaction. Jiho grabbed her by her red hair and began to thrust his hips.
"Gag, cough, hrrk—!"
Tears welled in her eyes as the massive shaft repeatedly violated her throat, but her scrambled brain rationalized the pain as nothing more than the harsh, satisfying burn of a strong cigarette.
Squelch, slurp, schlick.
Treating her mouth like a cheap pocket pussy, he rammed his shaft deep into her throat without mercy. As the urge to ejaculate washed over him, he didn't hold back, pumping his hot semen directly down her esophagus.
Spurt! Spurt! Splurt!
After a long, heavy release, he pulled back, dragging his wet shaft out of her throat.
Pop, squelch, drip.
His penis slipped past her rosy lips, glistening with thick saliva and still rock-hard.
"Cough, wheeze, hrrk—!"
Yujeong hacked and wheezed, tears streaming down her face from the intense gagging. Yet, a faint, blissful smile played on her lips. Her expression was one of profound, euphoric satisfaction.
"Whew... it's been so long since my last smoke, my body's practically rejecting it. Must be a super strong blend... got me tearing up and everything. But damn, that hit the spot. Ah... fuck, that's the good shit."
She muttered happily, wiping the drool from her chin. Then, she stared intently at his erect shaft.
"Man, one drag just isn't enough after a dry spell. Hey, Ahjussi, let me have another one."
Wait, what? Why isn't the cigarette burning down? Is it an e-cig or something? She narrowed her eyes at Jiho. He had whined about it being his last one, but if it was reusable like this, he could've just shared from the start.
Grumbling under her breath, she wrapped her lips around his shaft once more.
Slurp, sluuuuck.
She stuffed her mouth full, sucking on it with renewed vigor.
Squelch, hrrk, slurp!
She took the shaft so deep that the massive head repeatedly bumped against her uvula. Yet, perhaps because this was her "second cigarette," she seemed to have gotten used to the depth. Without a single gag, her throat muscles convulsed, tightly squeezing his shaft.
She was so utterly convinced she was smoking that...
...her cheeks hollowed out with every deep "inhale," and she exhaled slowly.
Hrrk... phew... haaaah... hrrk.
As she bobbed her head vigorously, her shoulder-length red hair brushed softly against his thighs. The tickling sensation was incredibly stimulating.
"You're a quick learner."
She was sucking him so skillfully now that he didn't even need to hold her head to bring himself to the edge.
She was a natural-born throat queen. It was almost funny how terrible she was at studying, yet so incredibly gifted at this.
As she crouched, Yujeong's thighs spread wide. A dark, wet stain had bloomed on the crotch of her short shorts, but she was completely oblivious to her own arousal.
As the pleasure peaked once more, Jiho let himself go. This time, instead of shooting it straight down her throat, he pulled back slightly, letting the semen erupt near the front of her mouth.
Yujeong's eyes curved into crescent moons of pure bliss. Her throat bobbed rhythmically as she swallowed the thick fluid. But just before he finished, Jiho suddenly pushed her forehead back, pulling his shaft out of her mouth.
The remaining semen erupted from his exposed tip, splashing hot and thick across her face. Overwhelmed by the intense musk and heat, she threw her head back, her body trembling in sheer ecstasy.
Crouching with her knees turned inward, her hands held meekly against her chest, she looked exactly like a well-trained dog waiting for a treat.
It took her a long moment to snap out of her daze. She wiped the sticky semen dripping down her cheek with her finger and licked it clean.
A shiver ran down her spine. How is the smoke from this brand so delicious? Her hands moved frantically, wiping every last drop of semen from her face and licking her fingers clean.
"Man, this... urp."
A loud burp escaped her lips before she could finish her sentence.
She looked momentarily embarrassed, but the rich, musky scent of semen rising from her stomach and filling her nasal cavity was incredibly addictive. It made her crave another hit immediately. After savoring the aftertaste for a moment, she finally stood up.
"Haa... man, that head rush is insane. This is seriously the best."
She ran her tongue over her lips, licking up the remaining moisture with a satisfied grin.
But it wasn't just the relief of ending her dry spell. This "brand" of cigarette delivered a level of pure, unadulterated euphoria that put every other cigarette she'd ever smoked to shame.
It didn't just wash away the suffocating stress of the academy; it filled her very soul with warmth. In her twenty years of life, she had never experienced anything so intensely pleasurable.
Yujeong looked Jiho up and down, a smirk playing on her lips.
"My stress is completely gone. Hey, Ahjussi. Let me borrow this again tomorrow."
"Tomorrow too?"
Seeing his hesitant reaction, her brow furrowed in irritation.
"What, you got a problem with that? The moment you let me have a drag, you became my accomplice. You know they'll kick me out in a heartbeat if they catch me smoking here, right? But if I tell them I got it from a lowly janitor like you, we're both going down together."
She stepped closer, slapping a hand onto his shoulder with a smug grin.
"So watch your step. We're in the same boat now."
Without waiting for his reply, she turned on her heel and strolled away, humming a cheerful tune.
Left alone in the warehouse, Jiho chuckled. He had only intended to tease her for a single day, but since she was practically begging him to keep playing, he didn't mind keeping up the charade for a little longer.
"The same boat, huh?"
It was a rather amusing choice of words. They weren't in the same boat—she was the one who would soon be riding him.
Jiho pulled up his pants, adjusted his belt, and quietly slipped out of the warehouse.