The Amkeot Aptitude Test

Her pale skin, perfect features, and immaculate, wrinkle-free uniform radiated the unmistakable aura of a model student. With every step she took, her long black hair, reaching all the way down to her waist, swayed gently.

However, there was a glaring incongruity in her attire. At a glance, it appeared conservative enough to hide almost every inch of her skin below the wrists, but the reality was entirely different. The front of her dress shirt was flung wide open, completely exposing everything from her navel to her bra. Her pants were also left entirely unzipped and unbuttoned, proudly displaying the black panties hidden beneath.

Eunsol’s gaze, fixed straight ahead, was hazy and unfocused, as if she were deeply intoxicated. She wandered blankly into the classroom and found her seat.

"Sigh." Eunsol let out an irritated sigh. Right now, the other students would be in the study hall, entirely focused on studying to become 'proper Amkeots.' So why was she here?

The Academy had lost the Amkeot Aptitude Test she had filled out upon entering. Because of that, she had to retake it. Why did it have to be mine, of all things?

Sighing repeatedly, she sat alone in front of the powered-on computer. She would breeze through this garbage and head right back.

Just as she was about to reach for the mouse, her gaze drifted to the side of the monitor. She let out a soft chuckle at the sight of a transparent glass bottle standing there, half-filled with a thick, milky-white liquid. "Oh, they have it here too."

It was Eunsol's absolute favorite diffuser. Suddenly, she furrowed her brow. Wait, did I always like this? Since when? A brief, throbbing headache flared in her temples, but she quickly dismissed the question. It didn't matter anyway.

Name: Yoon Eunsol. Age: 20. Gender: Amkeot. She quickly filled in the blanks for her personal information and proceeded with the test.

She answered each item without a single moment of hesitation. Every single response was a resounding "Strongly Agree." After all, she was a far more exceptional Amkeot than anyone else.

The melody drifting from the speakers behind her was also incredibly familiar and comforting. By now, she could even hum along to it effortlessly.

Who knew how much time had passed? The door opened, and Eunsol's homeroom teacher walked in. Even at the sight of her teacher's lewd reverse-bunny suit, Eunsol didn't seem surprised in the slightest.

"Ah. Teacher..." "Eunsol. Did you finish the Amkeot Aptitude Test successfully?" "Yes."

Watching Eunsol nod so casually, the teacher let out a small smile. The Eunsol standing before her was currently on her seventeenth iteration—a masterpiece crafted through no fewer than sixteen memory resets.

"Your response time is fast, and the balance is finally perfect." During the first to seventh iterations, she had fallen completely into a trance but still showed resistance to sexual stimuli, resulting in resets. From the eighth to twelfth iterations, her ego had vanished so entirely that she wasn't even an Amkeot driven by lust anymore, but rather a mere toilet, resulting in more resets. From the thirteenth to sixteenth iterations, she had become a doll-like husk incapable of feeling any desire at all, resulting in yet more resets.

A perfect Amkeot who, of her own "will," placed absolute submission to her Master above all else. They had gone through so much trouble for this delicate calibration. Nowadays, they could just strap on a state-of-the-art helmet and fry a subject's brain to finish the job instantly, but reflecting on how Master had painstakingly repeated this tedious process by hand in the past only made him seem all the more magnificent.

"Balance?" Eunsol tilted her head in confusion at her teacher's words, but the teacher ignored her and stepped right up to her side.

"Now, we can finally 'offer' you to Master without any shame." Saying so, the teacher covered Eunsol's eyes with her palm.

The door opened, and a female student stepped inside. Her pale skin, perfect features, and immaculate, wrinkle-free uniform radiated the unmistakable aura of a model student. With every step she took, her long black hair, reaching all the way down to her waist, swayed gently.

She scanned the room briefly. It was a simple space, containing nothing but rows of desks, each equipped with a computer. She had heard there was a classroom where students could watch video lectures if they wished; this must be it.

"Sigh." She let out an irritated sigh. Right now, the other students would be in the study hall, squeezing in every last line of notes to correct their mistakes. So why was she here?

The Academy had lost the Amkeot Aptitude Test she had filled out upon entering. Because of that, she had to retake it. Why did it have to be mine, of all things?

If it were a task ordered by her Master, she would gladly repeat it a thousand times over with a joyful heart. But knowing this was ordered by the equally inferior Amkeot staff only made her all the more displeased.

"It's not like you can measure an Amkeot's aptitude with a few simple questions anyway. That's something only the body can prove." Unable to contain her irritation, she hoisted one leg up and rested it on the desk. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Her skirt rode up, completely exposing her black panties between her parted thighs.

Completely unbothered by her incredibly lewd posture, she began to rub herself over her panties. "Ah... mmm... haaa..." A thrilling sensation of pleasure shot up her spine, electrifying her brain. Clack! The chair rattled violently as she threw her head back. Her toes, clad in socks and shoes, curled tightly. She trembled at the peak of her climax for a long, breathless moment.

Who knew how much time had passed? Finally regaining her senses, Eunsol took a deep breath. "Phew... that's much better." As expected, nothing beats masturbation when an Amkeot is stressed.

Eunsol quickly typed in her personal details, including her name and her gender as an Amkeot. Clicking through these obvious, simple questions took longer than actually thinking about the answers. Honestly, even a test like this was a chore. She sighed as she looked at the questions.

Was there really any need to test something so incredibly obvious? Obeying Master was the natural order of things, basic common sense for any Amkeot. Every question that followed was exactly the same. With every click, she muttered under her breath: "IobeyMaster.IobeyMaster.IobeyMaster."

She wasn't drugged, nor was her consciousness fading. She was clearer and more resolute than ever before. Muttering with a perfectly lucid mind and her usual clear gaze, she looked as though the boundary between sanity and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠madness had completely collapsed. No, to her, this entire situation was already normal. Therefore, nothing about it was strange.

Without a single doubt, she carved every single sentence deep into her chest, her mind, and her soul, as if engraving them into solid rock. Having finally finished the entire test, she leaned back and panted heavily. Just declaring her submission to her Master made her body burn with heat.

Creak— The door opened. For some reason, Eunsol knew that the person walking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠through the door would be her homeroom teacher. It was a premonition so strong it felt like a memory of something she had already experienced multiple times. Yet, when she turned around, she froze completely in that exact posture, utterly blindsided by what she saw.

"Huh? Ah?" A dumbfounded sound escaped her lips as her eyes widened larger than they ever had before. A man she had never seen before. Why was there a man in this boarding academy, a strictly forbidden zone for males? But she didn't even have that question. No, she didn't even register him as a mere "man."

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"...Sukeot." As she whispered the word, a thin line of drool leaked from the corner of her mouth. Why? Even though this was clearly their first meeting, she felt a profound sensation as if they had crossed paths countless times before. And the emotion swelling within her at that very moment was, without a doubt, pure ecstasy.

Her Master in the mist, whose name, face, and voice she had never known. The face of her Master, which she had only ever vaguely imagined, perfectly overlapped with the Sukeot standing before her. Her instinct, her reason, her body, and her soul—all of them realized simultaneously that she could never defeat the existence in front of her. She knew, with absolute certainty, that this was her Master, who would stand above her for the rest of her life, whom she must absolutely follow and obey.

She hurriedly scrambled out of her seat and clasped her hands together. "Ah, aaah!" In her sparkling eyes, only one man existed: Jiho.

Jiho, crossing his arms, asked, "Do you know who I am?" "Yes! Of course! Of course I know!"

Jiho's gaze swept lazily over Eunsol. As his sticky, heavy gaze ran from her head to her toes, Eunsol's expression bloomed with even greater joy. "Master♥" Her mind was so utterly consumed by her Master that her only remaining thoughts were that she had to follow any command, that she had to submit.

"Then, what are you?" Stepping back, Eunsol lifted the hem of her skirt without a shred of hesitation. Her black panties were completely soaked through at the crotch, as if she had wet herself. "I am an Amkeot who obeys only Master♥"

There was not a single trace of doubt or hesitation in her hazy eyes. They were filled only with the sheer ecstasy of someone who had wished for this her entire life, as if her ultimate dream had finally come true.

Jiho reached out and squeezed Eunsol's breast hard through her school uniform. "Ugh—" Even though her breast, too large to fit in a single hand, was crushed out of shape, her voice held no pain or embarrassment. Instead, it was filled with pure rapture. "Thank you. Thank you. Please enjoy my body to your heart's content♥"

"But for an Amkeot..." Jiho clicked his tongue as he kneaded her breast through her clothes. "...you don't seem prepared at all."

At his words, Eunsol looked down at her attire and panicked. "O-oh no!" She hurriedly began to strip off her clothes. Why on earth was she wearing clothes in the first place? It was an outrageous insolence. An Amkeot should always be fully prepared so that her Master could use her whenever he pleased!

Although it couldn't be helped since her Master hadn't been there until just a moment ago, her brain was already twisting the situation to blame herself entirely. She quickly finished undressing, folded her clothes neatly, and placed them on the floor. She slipped off her underwear just as fast and set it on top. In an instant, she was completely naked, with nothing left on her body but her white socks and brown loafers.

"And your posture?" As if she had been waiting for the cue, Eunsol spread her legs wide and used her fingers to pull open her vulva. The soft, pale pink flesh hidden between her labia was laid bare. Squelch— A thick, lewd fluid dripped from her open slit.

Seeing this, Jiho let out a soft chuckle. "Didn't you say earlier that you couldn't measure an Amkeot's aptitude with a few simple questions?" He placed his hand on her shoulder again and whispered, "Then shall we test your body directly? To see if you're a proper Amkeot?"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Eunsol nodded vigorously. "Yes! Please... inspect every single inch of my body♥" This was the real Amkeot Aptitude Test she had yearned for so desperately.