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Chapter 7: Yukgi Retake Academy (2)
With his hands clasped behind his back, Jiho stepped into the audio-visual room and subtly checked the situation inside.
"I told her to drag out the time using the audio-visual room layout because the prospective student arrived earlier than expected. It looks like she took the initiative to advance the progress past that on her own."
Jiho turned his head toward the screen that completely filled the wall, watching the hypnosis video playing on it. Naturally, he possessed a complete immunity to every single hypnosis and brainwashing device present in this academy. Even though he held a position akin to a king who ruled over all the women here, variables always existed. There was no absolute guarantee that someone wouldn't completely lose her mind and try to reversely brainwash him out of a desire to monopolize him.
In fact, a precedent already existed. Even back then, if he hadn't built up his hypnosis immunity, he would probably be stuck in the basement sucking pussy for the rest of his life.
"Ugh."
Just thinking about it again was dreadful.
At any rate, to prevent repeating the disasters of his inexperienced past, he always kept his hypnosis resistance firmly maintained. He also routinely serviced the brainwashing of all personnel, including the students. After all, no brainwashing in this world lasted forever.
Standing behind the mother and daughter, he placed his hand on the shoulder of the Homeroom Teacher, who was blankly staring at the screen, and whispered a question:
"Who are you?"
The Homeroom Teacher stared blankly ahead and murmured her reply:
"Master's female... faithful slave... I offer my soul."
For those who were already perfectly brainwashed, maintenance wasn't all that difficult. It was as simple as inputting the embedded keywords.
"Contain it, close it, and offer it."
"I obey. I submit. I yield."
"Repeat until it is engraved."
"Repeat... "
Following his final words, the Homeroom Teacher firmly shut her mouth. However, just because she didn't utter them aloud didn't mean she stopped; she continuously repeated several words inside her head.
Pleasure, Master, submission, obedience, reward, dominance.
A short listing and repetition of words. Yet, transcending human limits in a mere fraction of a second, the Homeroom Teacher's brain repeated those words hundreds and thousands of times, filling her mind completely. The words that hovered around her head spread from her brain throughout her entire body.
Her ego and hardened willpower, which had begun to sprout little by little after being left neglected for a few months, snapped with a fracturing sound. The remnants of her ego as a human being were once again completely erased, transforming her back into a good female slave who submitted only to her Master.
"Mmm, mgh— Khhh...♥ "
Her eyes rolled back, revealing the whites, and a faint groan leaked through her tightly shut lips. The sheer thought of obeying her Master wrapped her entire body in an intense wave of pleasure.
Phwsh— Pwsh— Pwsh—
Unable to endure the pleasure, the Homeroom Teacher arched her waist backward, her body trembling violently. Between her thighs, a wet stain spread clearly enough to be visible even over her suit pants. The transparent fluid flowing down her black stockings formed a small puddle between her legs.
With the brainwashing maintenance complete, Jiho pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and placed them on the Homeroom Teacher. Then, he snapped his fingers.
A bright gleam returned to her vacant eyes. In reality, a mere three minutes or so had passed, but within the Homeroom Teacher's brain, years had flown by. And she had spent those entire years solely cultivating her sense of obedience as Jiho's slave. The result was immediate.
"Ah... "
Discovering Jiho, the Homeroom Teacher let out a faint sigh. If breath had a color, it would have been a pink so vivid it was unmistakable—a sweet, hot breath.
"Master... "
Murmuring this, the Homeroom Teacher naturally dropped to her knees on the spot and prostrated herself flat against the floor. It was her usual posture of submission, but her feelings of awe and obedience toward him were several times thicker and deeper than usual.
In a way, completely stripping away even the slight individuality she had developed could be seen as a cruel punishment. However, the individuals themselves believed they were truly happy, as they didn't have to think about anything else and could experience a level of pleasure and ecstasy that ordinary people could never taste.
Stepping firmly onto the back of her head, Jiho asked:
"Are you feeling a bit clearer now?"
"Yes, truly. I feel as if I've been born again...♥ "
In fact, saying her mind had been born again was the exact right expression. When he removed his foot, the Homeroom Teacher carefully raised her head to look at him.
"I noticed earlier that your ego seemed to have grown quite strong. Did that Yoon Eunsol brat influence you?"
"That's why I completely reset it. Were you offended, by any chance?"
"How could I be?♥"
"Of course."
Jiho chuckled and stood in front of the mother and daughter this time. He looked back and forth between them for a moment, narrowing his eyes. Pointing his index finger at Jua, he asked:
"This one is the mother?"
"Yes."
"...Ha, wow. I would have believed it if someone said she was the older sister."
Considering her daughter's age, she had to be in her early-to-mid 40s, but her appearance looked like someone squarely in her early 30s. She wasn't even wearing any makeup right now, so if she properly dolled herself up, people would believe she was in her 20s. Rather than mother and daughter, they could easily pass as sisters. The documents and personal profiles he had received hadn't made her out to be quite this stunning.
Originally, his plan was to turn the mother's side into a simple slave. But with looks like this, the story changed.
"Let's turn this one into a female, too."
It deviated slightly from the initial plan and would significantly increase the variables, but it wasn't a major issue. Even if it failed, there was little to lose. The cost or effort required for the aftermath was a trivial concern from his amateur days. After pondering for a moment, he thought of an interesting experiment and nodded his head.
"Let's see. Right. Shall we conduct the Bidirectional Amplification Persuasion Experiment?"
"Yes, I will prepare it immediately! I'll take full charge of the recording as well!"
"Sure. Oh, and tell Jinhee to get the visor ready."
"Understood!"
Answering him, the Homeroom Teacher brought both hands to her mouth, her body trembling. Just obeying an order brought a spine-chilling wave of pleasure that ultimately pushed her to a climax.
Following that, the Homeroom Teacher whispered a few command words into the ears of the mother and daughter. Since they had already watched the academy's introduction video twice, fairly complex brainwashing was possible.
The Homeroom Teacher stopped the playback of the brainwashing video and clapped her hands.
Clap—!
Only then did the mother and daughter, who had been blankly staring at the screen, snap out of it.
"Uh?"
"Ah... "
The Homeroom Teacher smiled brightly at the still-dazed pair.
"It was a very informative and wonderful video, wasn't it?"
The mother and daughter felt a sharp headache at the question, but their expressions quickly returned to normal as they nodded.
"Yes. It's a very excellent academy."
"Well... it does seem decent. Still, it really is a bit too deep in the countryside."
Saying so, they stood up from their seats. The mother and daughter didn't notice at all that their clothes were damp from the drool they had leaked until now. No, in the first place, their saliva wasn't the only thing they failed to perceive.
They didn't spare a single glance or shred of attention toward Jiho, who was standing right next to them, treating him as if he didn't even exist.
Even when he reached out like this —
Squeeze—
—and firmly grabbed Jua's breast, she felt neither pain nor pleasure from it. It was a perfect cognitive impairment brainwashing; even if he were to trip them and make them fall, they would just assume they had suddenly collapsed on their own.
The Homeroom Teacher checked the time.
"There is still some time left before your consultation with the Academy Director. Let me guide you through our various facilities!"
"Facilities?"
Looking at Jua, who seemed to hesitate for a moment, the Homeroom Teacher smiled and said:
"Especially the dormitory. Isn't that the part parents worry about the most? Seeing it for yourself will put your mind at ease, wouldn't it?"
"...True."
Persuaded by the Homeroom Teacher, Jua eventually nodded her head.
Thus, they made their way toward the dormitory building.
"Um, excuse me."
On the connecting passageway between the buildings, right in the middle of it, Juyeon felt something strange and called out to the Homeroom Teacher.
"Yes?"
"Even if it's Sunday, I don't see any other students at all?"
From the 1st floor to the 5th floor of the main building, and all the way to the connecting passageway between each building. As they walked to this point, they hadn't encountered a single other person.
Originally, there was no distinction between weekends and weekdays at a retake academy. The curriculum itself revolved around a 7-day week. Even if it was Sunday, it was the middle of the day, so they expected classes to be in full swing. Yet, let alone classes, not a single student or teacher could be seen in the main building. Having walked around for 30 minutes without seeing anyone, the main building was eerily quiet.
The Homeroom Teacher smiled gently, as if she completely understood.
"Yes, our academy guarantees freedom on weekends. Oh, of course, I mean the freedom of subject selection. They proceed with self-study for the subjects they want."
For a split second, a look of 'Does freedom mean they can go out or stay overnight?' crossed Juyeon's face, but she quickly grew discouraged. Jua, on the other hand, looked puzzled by those words.
"Does that mean there are no classes on weekends?"
"In terms of formally conducted lectures, yes. However, several teachers are stationed 24 hours a day on every floor of the dormitory to take any questions, so you don't need to worry about that at all."
As they conversed, the passageway came to an end, and they arrived at the dormitory building. Proving that the explanation of the dormitory building having even stricter security management than the main building was no exaggeration, a massive iron door blocked their path from the very start. Several security devices were attached next to the iron door, making it look exceptionally tight.
The Homeroom Teacher skillfully entered a multi-digit password, tapped a card key against the terminal, and finally placed her fingerprint on it. Only then did the locking mechanism release with a heavy clank.
"...It really is secure. Or rather, the security is incredibly tight."
"You can never be too careful. It's rare these days, but in the past, we occasionally had students who tried to escape somehow."
She explained as she opened the iron door. Just before stepping into the dormitory building, the Homeroom Teacher suddenly turned around and stopped the mother and daughter.
"Ah, before that."
Clapping her hands lightly, she spoke to them.
"You two must also follow the dormitory rules."
"Understood."
"Ah, well. Yes... "
Even if it was a rule, it probably wouldn't be anything major. Wouldn't it just be a ban on phone calls or something?
However, the Homeroom Teacher's next words went far beyond their imagination.
"Naked. In our dormitory, you can only walk around completely naked."
For a moment, the mother and daughter couldn't comprehend the utterly absurd and irrational statement. But a few seconds later, once the meaning sank in, their faces contorted.
"What kind of bullshit is— "
Juyeon snapped in a low, irritated voice, but the Homeroom Teacher maintained her smiling expression, raising her index and middle fingers to explain:
"Quite a few newly entering students try to bring in prohibited items. And there are also many guardians who end up smuggling things in at the students' request. Cigarettes, lighters, outside magazines, or electronic devices. They are all very easy to hide in clothing. But we can't exactly perform a full body frisk on every single person who enters. So, like this..."
Before they knew it, the Homeroom Teacher had shed the suit wrapping her body, along with the reverse-bunny outfit hidden beneath it, stripping down until she was completely naked.
"...We move around completely naked, where nothing can be hidden."
Staring at the now-naked Homeroom Teacher, the horrified mother and daughter attempted to shout something.
"Doesn't that sound quite 'persuasive'?"
At that exact moment, the pupils of the mother and daughter turned vacant and hazy. And then —
"Well, I suppose it does..."
"So there was a reason like that. In that case, it can't be helped."
As if they had been genuinely persuaded, they began to strip off their clothes on the spot.