The Model Student (Part 1)
Within this academy, the amkeot possessed what was known as a hypnosis depth. It ranged from Level 0 to Level 5.
It started at Level 0—where they were merely in a slightly horny state, completely lacking any awareness of a master or their status as an amkeot, a prime example being the trio of bullied students.
And it ended at Level 5, where not a single trace of their original self remained, making it impossible to even toggle their brainwashing on or off. Choi Jinhee, who had been brainwashed by his side for years, was the textbook definition of a Level 5.
An amkeot who, even without receiving direct orders, possessed the creativity and ingenuity to seek answers and take action solely for her master's sake.
If the number of such amkeot grew and they went on to operate within the upper echelons of society, Jiho would be able to expand his collection of females even more securely. Thus, it was naturally in Jiho's best interest to have as many Level 5 amkeot as possible. However, that was a purely consequentialist way of looking at things.
After all, the person he had enjoyed playing with the most recently was Lee Yujeong, who was only at Level 2, and the trio whom he had dialed down to Levels 0 and 1.
For someone like Jiho, who sought his own brand of amusement from hypnosis and brainwashing, a Level 5—who had transcended the boundaries of mere suggestion to live as an entirely rewritten personality—was... well, while he appreciated them, they failed to pique his interest.
In that sense, the current students, who had only been enrolled for a little over a month and were mostly at Level 3, were highly entertaining playthings.
Once this year passed, the vast majority of them would reach a state equivalent to Level 5, at which point their levels could no longer be lowered. More than anything, they would all be leaving the academy by then.
I should make some memories while I still can.
After the morning assembly, inside Jinhee's Academy Director's Office.
Jiho slowly flipped through a file. He was reviewing the name, personal details, and other background information of a student who had caught his eye today.
Naturally, while physical appearance was the most crucial factor for an amkeot, Jiho placed just as much importance on their personal narrative and background. He let out a smirk as he turned the page.
In that regard, this particular female student possessed a profile that, even excluding her looks, perfectly aligned with his criteria.
"Nice. This is going to be fun."
While all the other girls had been writhing and letting out perverted groans, she alone had stood tall, her gaze straight and unwavering.
It would be a waste to turn her into just another brainless amkeot with ordinary brainwashing.
With that thought, he set the document down.
He hadn't even read half of it, but any more detail would only spoil the fun of what was to come. He would discover the rest himself, step by step. Her name and background were more than enough.
Seo Chaeyun.
She had scored in the top tier during last year's College Scholastic Ability Test as a high school senior. However, she had narrowly missed the cutoff for her dream school, the prestigious Seoul National University School of Law, forcing her to retake the exam and enroll in this academy.
In truth, Jiho was largely to blame for this. Because he consistently pushed a hundred repeat students into the top tier every year, the competition in that bracket had become cutthroat.
Furthermore, since he had sent about twenty more students to the law school last year, the rankings were already bloated, making it incredibly difficult for Chaeyun, who had to compete directly against them.
Her reason for aspiring to law school was her family's legacy—they were a prestigious dynasty of judges. If he could eventually seize her entire family through her, Jiho would gain an incredibly powerful card to play in the future.
After spending a moment mapping out a scenario and concept, Jiho relayed the details of the hypnosis to Jinhee, who was standing beside him with her hands politely clasped.
A week ago, she had submissively cast the hypnosis on Yujeong and the trio exactly as ordered, but this time, her reaction was the complete opposite.
"Master. I cannot allow that."
Jinhee refused firmly.
Any other amkeot would have absolutely obeyed his commands without daring to voice an opinion. However, as a Level 5, she could question his orders whenever she deemed it necessary to offer loyal advice for his sake.
"That is... an act that grants the amkeot far too much initiative. I cannot condone it. What happened back then could happen all over again."
It wasn't just a vague, baseless worry. It was a very specific concern that a past incident might repeat itself.
"It's fine. It's only Level 1. It's trivial. And unlike back then, I have plenty of ways to control her."
Jiho, who was the actual victim of the "incident back then" that Jinhee referred to, brushed it off nonchalantly. He understood Jinhee's concern, but the setting, the circumstances—everything was different now. Above all, he had absolute confidence in his ability to control the situation.
While she was capable of offering loyal advice to a certain extent, once her master reconfirmed his decision, Jinhee had only one possible response.
"Yes, Master. I understand. I will prepare it immediately."
She bowed deeply. She immediately set to work preparing to implant the new suggestions during the students' sleep.
That night, the Dormitory dispersed more than twice the usual amount of hypnotic gas.
The next day.
Kang Jiho, wearing his usual blue overalls, was sorting out some wiring in a corner of the education building.
Meanwhile, the bell rang, and students poured out of their classrooms, heading to their next periods.
Most of the students treated him as if he were completely invisible, while a few looked at him with sneers or contempt.
However, a very small number of students lightly bowed their heads in greeting as they passed.
And then...
"Oh, hey, Ahjussi!"
Lee Yujeong, who was moving between classrooms, brightened up upon seeing him. "What are you doing? Working?"
Jiho, who was holding a pair of wire cutters in one hand with the distribution box open, nodded.
"Ah, well, yeah. They said the power keeps cutting out here."
"Ah, right. Come to think of it, you manage this entire academy building, don't you, Ahjussi? Wow, you're seriously competent."
Yujeong wasn't being sarcastic; she genuinely meant it.
"I used to love messing around with machines and stuff when I was a kid, too. What was it called... the Creativity Box? One of those toolkits. Oh, right, the Science Box! Yeah, I played with that so much. I liked it enough that I even thought about going into that field. But my old folks took it all away, saying girls shouldn't be playing with things like that. Thinking about it now just pisses me off."
She chattered away, briefly reminiscing about her childhood. She was even sharing her past and personal stories.
Of course, since her "switch" was currently turned off, her memories of the past week weren't clear. However, she vaguely remembered that the time she spent with him was the happiest and most pleasurable moment of her life.
And above all...
"Ah, hello..."
"Thank you for your hard work..."
Through his mediation, Yujeong and the trio remembered that they had become close friends.
Even the short-haired girl, who silently bowed her head in greeting, was standing behind Yujeong. Yujeong was now inseparable friends with the trio.
After chatting about this and that, Yujeong checked the time and clicked her tongue in disappointment.
"We have to get to our next class right now, so we're gonna head out. Work hard, Ahjussi~ Let's all hang out again when you have some free time~"
"Sure. Make sure you all get along."
At Jiho's words, her eyes widened for a split second, but she soon let out a chuckle and patted him on the shoulder.
"Of course. We're friends, after all! Let's go, girls."
While Yujeong was clearly the one leading the group, it was easy to see that their relationship was not a hierarchy; rather, the outgoing and lively Yujeong had naturally assumed the role of a leader among friends. Above all, the other three seemed to enjoy her company as well. It was a much better sight than back when she had been unilaterally bullying them.
As Jiho continued servicing the distribution box, a female student walked over from the opposite end of the hallway.
A red ribbon over a crisp white shirt, and a perfectly pleated school skirt that fell right to her knees without a single wrinkle.
Her neatly brushed black hair flowed as smoothly as the morning light, swaying gently with every step she took.
Her face wore a quiet expression. There was nothing flashy or conspicuously made-up about her—yet that very "refinement" was what captured people's attention.
She was the picture-perfect image of a well-bred daughter from a good family, the student the teachers trusted most, and someone who would be at the center of attention anywhere on campus.
The textbook definition of a wealthy young lady who had grown up to be a flawless model student.
She was Seo Chaeyun, Jiho's target for today.
In fact, she really was a model student. Even within this academy, she was treated as the ultimate honor student, excelling not only in her grades but also in her conduct and interpersonal relationships.
Clutching her books to her chest, she spotted Jiho working as she walked down the hallway.
A facility manager I see passing by every now and then. But someone from a completely different world who has nothing to do with me.
—That was the tiny extent of Jiho's presence in Chaeyun's mind.
Naturally, being the polite girl she was, she intended to lightly bow her head to Jiho as she always did and pass by.
However, the moment she drew near him, Chaeyun's feet froze as if they had turned to stone.
Her mind felt as though it had gone completely blank from a sudden, jarring shock.
Her heart began to pound frantically. Heat rushed to her head, and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
Her legs trembled so violently that she could barely keep herself from collapsing. She hugged the books in her arms so tightly that they began to crumple.
She didn't even have the luxury to rationally ponder why she was feeling this way.
Love at first sight. It wasn't entirely wrong. However, the emotion filling her mind was not a simple romantic attraction, affection, or love.
"Haa... haa..."
A deep flush bloomed on her cheeks. Her breath turned ragged, and her eyes grew hazy and unfocused.
It was an incredibly thick, sticky lust. A primal, violent impulse.
That sexual desire began to surge wildly, far beyond the limits of her control.
Chaeyun, terrified that she might be found out, pulled the books she was clutching all the way up to her nose to hide her flushed face.
In truth, she could have simply turned around and fled, but her feet refused to budge.
What is this feeling? What is this emotion?
I want to pounce on him right now. I want to tear those overalls to shreds, touch his skin however I want...
I want to see his cock... I want to make him mine.
It was utterly ridiculous to harbor such thoughts toward a facility manager whose name she didn't even know. Yet, she could not suppress the boiling emotions inside her.
Slowly adjusting her grip on her books, she took another step forward.
Her stride was as upright and cautious as usual, but with every step, an uncontrollable tension gripped her lower body.
Her lower abdomen throbbed, and her womb pulsed violently, throbbing with a heavy *thump-thump* as if her heart had relocated there.
Chaeyun tried her best to act indifferent and cross the hallway as she normally would, acutely aware of Kang Jiho's presence, but her eyes could not stray from him for even a single second.
On the surface, her gaze resembled that of a polite student, but deep down, it was already filled with the ravenous craving of a greedy beast.
Chaeyun's common sense recognized that it was virtually impossible for a man in the position of a "facility manager" to associate with an elite student like herself.
Yet, her lust commanded her to ignore all social barriers.
And she utterly collapsed before that desire.
Before she knew it, she had stopped right beside Jiho. For the first time, instead of a simple nod, she offered a smile and spoke to him.
"Um, hello?"