The Reward of Submission
The **Female Assembly** continued. The instructors paced between the rows of students, criticizing every detail of their attire, ordering them into vulgar positions, and conducting physical inspections. One instructor stopped in front of Seong Juyeon, whose dyed blonde hair hung limply over her face. It was the very same instructor who had guided Juyeon and her mother, Jua, through the academy just a week ago. Spotting Juyeon, the woman's eyes widened, and a sly grin spread across her face.
"Our dear Juyeon. I'm so glad to see you've already turned into such an incredibly delicious **Amkeot**."
Of course, Juyeon, her mind still completely captured by the hypnosis device, couldn't even answer. She merely stared blankly at the screen, drool pooling at the corner of her lips.
The instructor took a pair of scissors and snipped a clean line straight down the center of Juyeon's shirt. The fabric parted, fully exposing the breasts beneath.
"First, let's take a look at this breast-pussy."
Sliding her hands under Juyeon's breasts, the instructor cupped the two bouncy mounds of flesh to weigh them. As if comparing their weight, she bounced them up and down in her palms. "The elasticity, the texture, the weight... everything is magnificent. And your nipples are such a lovely pink. Let's see how they taste... Mmph—♥"
She suckled and licked at Juyeon's nipples, making wet, sloppy sounds until they glistened with saliva. She smiled playfully. "A very naughty, salty taste. Just the kind of stimulating flavor Master loves. But you have your own assigned students, don't you?" The instructor gently caressed Juyeon's areola with her thumb. "Good. Next... raise your arms. Up we go~"
Forcing Juyeon's arms up, the instructor pressed her face close to her armpit. A faint, natural scent wafted from the smooth, pale skin. "Good, very good. A highly erotic scent. Now, let's see how this tastes..."
Once again, she ran her long tongue up the length of Juyeon's armpit.
"Ah... ahnn...♥"
Even in her semi-conscious state, Juyeon writhed her hips, letting out a pleasure-filled moan. A glistening trail of saliva was left down the center of her armpit. The instructor smacked her lips. "Mmm. Just as I thought, the salty flavor is quite rich." As she lightly rubbed the wet, shining skin with her fingertip, Juyeon's body shivered from the faint wave of pleasure.
"A good girl washes thoroughly in the morning, doesn't she?"
"Yes... Juyeon is a good girl... She washes thoroughly in the morning..."
Watching her respond in a daze, the instructor chuckled again. Her finger slowly slid down, tracing a path to Juyeon's navel. As the wet finger slowly swirled inside her belly button, a shiver of intense pleasure shot through Juyeon's entire body, forcing another moan from her lips. "Ah... hngh..."
"Master's touch is far better, you know? So make sure you become an even more useful **Amkeot**."
"Master's... touch... **Amkeot**... Yes...♥"
Juyeon wore a blissful, vacant smile, as if merely imagining it brought her supreme happiness.
"Excellent. Now for the lower half. Shall we do the **Female Posture**?"
The **Female Posture**. It was the most basic submissive pose taught to the females at the academy, one that Juyeon had already practiced dozens, if not hundreds, of times.
"The **Female Posture**... I will do it..."
Replying in a hollow voice, Juyeon slowly placed both hands behind her head. At the same time, she sank into a half-squat, spreading her thighs as wide as possible. Finally, she parted her lips, completely exposing every inch of her body—from her mouth and armpits to her pussy and anus—without a single shred of secrecy. There was no shame. Instead, she only harbored a faint, desperate hope that she might one day show this submissive posture to her Master.
"Good. Straighten your back a bit more, and push your hips forward. This isn't exercise; this posture exists solely to please Master's eyes. Your knee health isn't even worth considering."
The instructor walked behind Juyeon and grabbed her buttocks with both hands. "Hehe. Now, let's examine your anus. Let's see how prepared you are to turn it into a proper **Back-pussy** for Master. Since you started later than the others, Juyeon, you have to work twice as hard, okay?"
She pulled the cheeks apart, inspecting Juyeon's anus—or rather, her **Back-pussy**.
"A lovely pink. Wonderful. It looks like you shave daily, and it smells perfectly fresh. Shall we have a taste of this too?" She extended her tongue once more.
Meanwhile, a short distance away, Yujeong was being thoroughly toyed with by another instructor. Kneeling in front of Yujeong, who was holding the **Female Posture**, the instructor gripped her pelvis and pried her pussy lips apart.
"Ah... Yujeong. I heard you were chosen by Master recently. I'm so incredibly jealous," the instructor murmured, her own sweat-glistening, sun-kissed skin flushed with excitement. "To think this pussy held Master's magnificent cock just two days ago..."
Up until now, the instructor had merely performed visual inspections of the female students' genitals. But knowing that the pussy right in front of her had so recently swallowed Master's cock proved to be an irresistible temptation. Opening her mouth, she pressed her lips against Yujeong's dripping wetness. The instructor's tongue forced its way past the plump, swollen folds. She shivered slightly as she tasted the tender, pink flesh inside, imagining she could detect the faint, lingering scent of Master's cock.
After savoring the taste and scent for a long moment, she finally remembered her duty as an instructor and spoke. "The student's pussy secretes fluids exceptionally well. Excellent. It is thoroughly soaked, and the way the vaginal opening twitches and pulses is superb."
With every word the instructor spoke, the vibrations and the movement of her tongue sent waves of pleasure through Yujeong, making her twitch as she repeatedly neared climax.
"Now, I will inspect the rear."
Moving behind Yujeong, the instructor parted her buttocks to examine her anus. "Let's see if the anus is tightly closed." She blew a soft breath of air onto Yujeong's anus, causing it to contract sharply in response to the sudden sensation. "Very sensitive."
This time, she pressed her finger against the opening, rubbing the surrounding skin. If Yujeong had received Master's grace in her rear as well, the instructor would have tasted it, but she had no such information.
"Good. The way the opening yields the moment a finger touches it shows you've prepared well. The subtle trembling is also highly erotic. I'll give you a B+. Now, I will count the folds." She then lightly traced the ridges of the parted anus with her fingertip, stimulating it further.
While the lewd physical examinations continued, Jiho, who had been watching from a distance, stepped up onto the podium. Jin-hee, who had been supervising the students with her hands resting on the lectern, brightened instantly upon seeing him.
"M-Master!"
She immediately threw herself flat at his feet, rubbing her cheek against his shoes.
"Jin-hee worked so hard for you! I set up the perfect environment for the mass hypnosis device you gave me, and I created a scene that I knew would please you!"
In truth, this **Weekly Female Assembly** hadn't even been Jiho's direct order. He had merely dropped a hint about testing the mass hypnosis system, and Jin-hee had taken it upon herself to orchestrate this entire spectacle from start to finish.
Jiho let out a soft chuckle and raised his foot. He pressed his sole firmly down on the back of her head. "Good job."
At that exact moment, a wet, squelching sound echoed from beneath Jin-hee's skirt, and a small puddle began to form on the floor.
"Ah... hngh...♥ Just hearing Master's praise... Jin-hee has already climaxed twice...♥"
Jin-hee was the most loyal bitch in the entire academy, so thoroughly conditioned that mere words of praise from him were enough to make her squirt.
"The mass hypnosis was a success, but there's just one thing."
"W-What is it, Master? Did Jin-hee do something wrong? If so, please step on me again as punishment♥"
Ignoring Jin-hee, who loved being stepped on so much that she begged for it as both a reward and a punishment, Jiho scratched his cheek.
"I've confirmed that it works, but in the end, we tested it on girls whose brains have already been melted to mush. I want to see how it performs on completely normal people. I also want to see if the effectiveness varies depending on the size of the crowd."
Jin-hee lifted her head from the floor, her eyes shining with absolute confidence. "Do not worry, Master. Anticipating that, I lowered the output of the video by over seventy percent. With this adjustment, the results we see here should be highly comparable to a normal person with no prior conditioning watching the original brainwashing video."
Jiho was mildly impressed by this unexpected detail. It seemed that keeping her brainwashed for so long had allowed her to develop a unique brand of initiative and creativity. Then again, this entire assembly was her grand production. It was a remarkably creative piece of perversion—turning a standard morning assembly into a **Female Assembly**. "Well, that's a pleasant surprise."
If they could exert this level of influence over ordinary people, the potential was staggering. Simply playing this video at a gathering of so-called 'high society' elites would expand his influence exponentially. No wonder Dohee had been so excited when she called him after completing the device.
"Congratulations, Master. This device will be a massive step toward conquering this country—and eventually, the world."
"There's no need for congratulations."
Jin-hee seemed to have completely misunderstood his intentions. Jiho had never harbored any grand ambitions of world domination. He simply enjoyed proving his theories, tinkering with machines, and tightening bolts. The greatest pleasure for him was seeing a completed device function exactly as intended. Though his passion for engineering had waned slightly after achieving his ultimate goal of building the brainwashing device—leaving him to spend more time playing with his female toys—the mindset of a scientist and engineer still lingered within him.
His reason for seeking control over the ruling class wasn't particularly grand either. His research was highly unethical; if he were ever caught, he would be publicly condemned and thrown into prison. But if he held the nation's leaders in the palm of his hand, any potential slip-up could easily be swept under the rug. To him, excessive power and fame were nothing but obstacles. Of course, he had no intention of sharing these inner thoughts with his submissive playthings, so he merely nodded and gave a vague response.
"It looks like the inspections are wrapping up. Carry on. I'll watch from the back."
"Yes, Master! Jin-hee will make these females even more erotic and vulgar for your pleasure♥"
Standing up, Jin-hee gripped the lectern and looked down at the assembly. The students remained in the **Female Posture**, while the instructors returned to their positions. Addressing them, her tone shifted from the submissive, love-struck voice she used with Jiho to a cold, authoritative register.
"Next, we will present awards to the females who have demonstrated outstanding performance over the past month. Those whose names are called will come up to the podium and assume the **Female Posture**. As a prize, you will receive a dildo that is over ninety percent identical to Master's actual penis. First..."
Jin-hee began to call out several names.
Watching from the back, Jiho couldn't help but feel momentarily taken aback. He had wondered what the prize would be, but a dildo modeled after his own penis? He didn't recall ever letting anyone measure it. How on earth had they managed to make it ninety percent accurate? While he was lost in his bewilderment, the summoned females dragged their feet up to the stage.
Jiho, who had been pondering the origin of the dildo and how to handle it, suddenly found his gaze drawn to one particular student. Among the seven girls who had stepped onto the stage, he stared intently at the one standing in the center.
"Hmm..."
Stroking his chin, a faint smile played on his lips. Like the others, her clothes were shredded, leaving her body completely exposed. Yet, unlike the other females who were panting and swaying unsteadily, she stood perfectly erect, staring straight ahead. Her unwavering gaze held a distinct sense of conviction—something entirely different from the vulgar, submissive mindset taught at this academy. Jiho had been growing slightly bored of playing with Yujeong and her group lately, making this a highly intriguing development. He etched her face deeply into his memory. It looked like he had found something to occupy his afternoon.