The Assembly Hall (1)
The Assembly Hall was a grand space where high ceilings and luxurious chandeliers cast a soft, dim glow. A cool Monday morning draft drifted through the air. Beneath the podium, a hundred female students stood lined up in neat rows. Though they wore relatively casual clothes, there seemed to be a bare minimum dress code, as not a single student wore loose, baggy sweatpants. About half of them were nodding off, half-asleep, while the rest openly displayed their irritation at the situation. After all, they were students preparing for their university entrance exams—every second of sleep was precious to them. In this academy, where every single minute and second was treated as vital, and where sleep, meals, and even restroom breaks were strictly controlled, they had suddenly been summoned for an assembly first thing on a Monday morning. A few students had even brought out their English vocabulary notebooks, muttering words under their breath to memorize them.
Several teachers patrolled the rows, waking the dozing students and ensuring they kept their distance from one another. Since there were barely a hundred students in an Assembly Hall spacious enough to hold hundreds, the gaps between them were wide enough that they couldn't touch even if they stretched out both arms. Naturally, Seong Juyeon, Jeong Yuri, and the other late-entry students were gathered there as well.
After a few minutes had passed, everyone's gaze instinctively drifted toward the stage. The academy's director, Choi Jinhee, stepped up and stood before the microphone. With her amethyst-purple hair styled in a neat, elegant braid and wearing a perfectly tailored black suit skirt, her mere presence exuded an unapproachable charisma. Her youthful beauty—which made her look like she was in her late twenties—and her flawless figure drew silent admiration even from the female students. Some of them secretly looked up to her as a role model, viewing her with deep respect and longing.
Resting both hands on the podium, she spoke. "Good morning, everyone. We will now begin this Monday's Weekly General Assembly." Her smooth yet firm voice echoed through the Assembly Hall via the microphone. Just as the students had expected, the assembly was tedious and pointless.
"Our Yukgi Academy is an institution dedicated to helping you forge your academic path and your life, built upon the foundation of our students' Yukgi: Intelligence, Ambition, Vitality, Vigor, Essence, and Courage... Our students..." Starting with the origin of the academy's name—which absolutely nobody cared about—she went on to list the school's history, followed by the grades and achievements of past graduates. After that, she transitioned into a lecture on academy life and administrative rules.
"Physical cleanliness is the foundation of personal health. Keep your fingernails short and your hair neat. Maintain strict personal hygiene by showering daily. A healthy mind resides in a healthy body."
"Maintain proper posture during class and obey the teachers' instructions absolutely. Do not cause a disturbance in public spaces and maintain proper etiquette. This is a basic virtue you must uphold not only in this academy but also in society."
"Some students have been flushing wet wipes down the toilets. Please dispose of wet wipes in the trash cans provided next to them."
"All facilities, including the Assembly Hall, must be kept clean. In particular, organize your lockers and personal spaces so they can serve as an example to others. Any unnecessary or non-regulation items will be discarded immediately. Do not run in the hallways, and maintain a respectful attitude between staff and students."
"The meals provided by the academy are strictly managed for nutrition. Do not be a picky eater, and eat at the designated times. If you experience any health issues, report them to the school nurse immediately for appropriate measures. Maintaining a healthy body is an extension of your studies."
For several minutes, she poured out nagging disguised as a moral lecture. Her tone was completely unwavering, and the message she delivered to the students was solely about 'observing discipline' and 'living a diligent life.' Given her firm yet strangely languid tone and low voice, the students should have felt bored. Strangely, however, the longer the lecture went on, the more intensely their eyes focused on Jinhee. Why was this? Was it because of the sweet-smelling Pink Smoke that was slowly creeping across the floor like a stage effect? Or was it because of the low hum leaking from the dozens of speakers installed in the ceiling, the floor, and everywhere else? At the very least, the students right now had no way of guessing the true source of their sudden concentration.
Of course, not everyone was affected. A few students possessed a natural resistance to auditory and olfactory hypnosis. Lee Mina, standing in the middle of the rows, was one of them. She merely stared down at her toes, waiting for this boring assembly to end. Her friend next to her, who had been slacking off and trading hand signals with her just moments ago, was now staring blankly at Jinhee. She was so focused that she didn't even notice she was drooling—a sight that was not just surprising, but downright bizarre. Sure, people might drool when they were deeply focused, but this wasn't even a lecture. Was it really possible to be this immersed in a boring speech? And what was this faint pink smoke spreading beneath their feet? Was it some kind of stage effect?
Furthermore, the teachers—who usually rushed over to correct her posture whenever she fidgeted with her toes or hung her head—were no longer managing the students. They, too, were staring blankly at Jinhee. I should ask her if she's feeling sick after this is over, Mina thought. Meanwhile, Jinhee cleared her throat, signaling the end of her speech. "With this, we conclude the Weekly General Assembly." Only then did Mina let out a sigh of relief. She glanced at the clock. It had been so mind-numbing that she thought an hour had passed, but it had only been fifteen minutes.
"And..." But Jinhee's next words left her utterly bewildered. "We will now begin Monday morning's Weekly Female Assembly."
"Huh?" Mina couldn't help but doubt her own ears. It was only natural; those words were the last thing anyone would expect to come out of the mouth of someone as dignified and cold-looking as Jinhee. It was far more logical to assume she had misheard. She probably didn't say 'Female.' She must have said something else... like 'anchor' or 'en core.' I don't know what that would mean, but still.
But she had not misheard. The eyes of Jinhee, which had been dry and filled only with professional duty just moments ago, were now burning with a hot, sticky lust—the raw desire of a female in heat. She pressed a button on the podium. The noise flowing from the dozens of speakers on the ceiling shifted. The Low-Frequency Waves, which had been barely audible even when focusing, suddenly became sharp and clear. The pink mist on the floor thickened into a dense, heavy smoke. Most of all...
Whirrrr—
A massive screen lowered behind Jinhee on the stage. Large enough to cover almost an entire wall, the screen immediately began playing a video. The footage displayed a repeating, colorful spiral pattern.
The students and teachers, who had already been slightly dazed, instantly lost their minds to the screen. Even Lee Mina, who had been resisting to some extent, had her consciousness snatched away in an instant. Her pupils dilated, and all tension vanished from her body. Her mouth fell open, a thin thread of drool escaping her lips. It was an incredibly comfortable, soothing sensation. "Ah..." Mina didn't even notice the thick Pink Smoke pouring into her parted lips. She simply surrendered herself to a profound sense of fulfillment that erased every worry and emotion in the world. Submission. Female. In their world, only these two concepts remained.
Watching the interior through a camera from outside the Assembly Hall, Jiho let out a dry chuckle. "Damn, that works like a charm." Brainwashing a large crowd was no easy feat. The core of hypnotic conditioning relied entirely on how focused the targets were. There was a reason they usually put helmets on subjects or played videos in dark rooms to prevent external stimuli from interfering. If someone next to them started panting, touching them, or groaning, they could easily snap out of it, which was why conditioning was typically done individually. However, this time, they were testing a new mass-hypnosis video sample sent by Dohee, and the results were highly effective. There was a reason he had utilized a boring lecture on a tiring Monday morning.
Even as every student and teacher fell deep into hypnosis, Jinhee—who stood on the stage with her back to the screen, untouched by the smoke—maintained her state as a resolute, submissive female. Before anyone knew it, she had unbuttoned her jacket and dress shirt, exposing her chest completely. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts swayed up and down within her parted clothes. "The Female Assembly begins with our oath of obedience to Master. Listen to my words, repeat the oath, and engrave this declaration into your minds, your hearts, and your very souls." A deep flush spread across her face. "We are Master's females."
"We are... Master's females..."
The students' voices trailed after her lead, each chanting at a different pace. Yet, even as they muttered blankly and weakly, their voices carried a strange, simmering heat. Just uttering the word 'Master' filled Jinhee with an uncontrollable excitement. She rolled one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger with one hand while pinching her clitoris with the other. "A female... serves Master perfectly, haaah, and exists... ngh... solely for Master's sexual desire and pleasure."
"A female... serves Master perfectly... and exists solely for Master's sexual desire and pleasure."
"A female is the most vulgar mat... laid beneath Master's feet. A female's lewd holes are toys prepared... for Master's amusement, and a female's life exists... solely to obey Master." Panting heavily, Jinhee continued reciting the Oath of the Female. After completing the lengthy oath, she experienced a light, shuddering orgasm. "Haaah... All females, engrave this common sense and this oath into your very souls." At Jinhee's command, the Oath of the Female was permanently etched into the brains of the students and teachers. Though it would normally lie dormant deep within their subconscious, flipping the switch would instantly turn them into vulgar, lustful females.
Jinhee gestured lightly, summoning the teachers standing right below the stage. They, too, were in a deep trance, moving with sluggish, fluid motions as they focused on her voice. "Next up is the Female Physical Exam. Teachers, inspect the clothing and bodies of all the females. Thoroughly check how 'indecent' they are as females to be offered to Master." Jinhee emphasized the word 'indecent.' Of course, to them in their current state, 'indecent' clothing meant clothes that covered their skin and bundled them up. "Inspect not only their clothes, but also their appearance. Their mouths, armpits, belly buttons, thighs... and even their pussies and anuses. Inspect everything meticulously."
"Yes... understood."
With that command, they instantly awakened their identities as female teachers, their eyes gleaming. The teachers began moving through the students. Their hands moved systematically, almost mechanically. Orders spread among them as they walked through the rows, each stopping in front of a student. One teacher frowned as she looked at the student before her. "For a mere female, you are wearing far too many clothes." She then roughly ripped open the student's shirt. Several buttons popped off uselessly, exposing the student's cleavage. Instead of humiliation, the dazed girl felt a surge of pleasure at the fact that her increased exposure proved her loyalty to Master.
"Thank you... I will become an even more vulgar female."
"Next is the physical exam. Strip and get naked."
The student slowly took off her clothes until she was completely nude. Her garments fell limply to the floor.
"Let me see your mouth-pussy. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
"Yes... Ahhh—"
Looking at the long, protruding tongue that reached down to her chin, the teacher ran her finger across it. "Good. Lewd enough to suck Master's cock. Next is your armpits. Put both hands behind your head and expose them completely."
The teacher buried her face deep into the student's armpit and sniffed. Inhaling deeply, she nodded in satisfaction. "A very arousing scent. Keep maintaining it."
Another teacher crouched in front of the student next to