6. The Yukyugwon Interview
"I suppose I should head out."
To Yukyugwon. The place was close — about a ten-minute walk from home. With roughly twenty minutes left until my interview, setting out now on foot would land me there at exactly the right time.
"No suit, though... Eh, it'll be fine."
They hadn't said a word about a dress code or anything to prepare. Honestly, a man gracing them with his presence for an interview at all ought to be thanks enough.
Slowly but surely, I'm getting used to this world.
Curious what sort of interview was waiting for me there, I opened the front door.
"We have been waiting for you."
"Who are you?"
A car was parked right in front of the house — a limousine that screamed money at a single glance. And beside it stood a woman in a business suit, greeting me with a bow.
Who is she? I had no memories of her whatsoever. Could she be someone I actually knew?
"My name is Kim Iseo. I have come from Yukyugwon to escort you."
"Escort me?"
I wasn't a teacher yet — I was merely headed to an interview, and they'd sent a car for me. That was genuinely surprising.
"You have done us a great honor by applying, Mr. Jihyeok. We intend to attend to you with the very best we have."
Anyone watching would have assumed she was chauffeuring the chairman's son or something.
"Then, please, get in."
"Ah — right."
It flustered me a little, but I couldn't say the feeling was a bad one. I climbed in, and she took the seat directly across from mine.
Kim Iseo, was it? She's got a seriously hot look about her. Silver hair and blue eyes — she looked like anything but a local.
"It's barely ten minutes away, though. Couldn't I just walk?"
"A man must take all the more care for his safety, sir. Some of the young females these days pounce on a man the very moment they lay eyes on one."
And now I wanted to walk even more. Letting a pack of brash young things "ambush" me, then turning the tables and devouring every last one of them — that sounded downright entertaining.
"If you wish, we can assign you a bodyguard."
"I'm fine."
What would be the point, if a bodyguard just meant no female could ever get near me?
"Are you a teacher at Yukyugwon as well, Ms. Iseo?"
"Please, speak casually with me. I am the chairman's secretary."
"A secretary, huh... Wait, so the chairman herself is conducting my interview?"
"Yes."
Was that okay? I'd braced myself for a principal or vice-principal at most, and here I was, suddenly face to face with the final boss. A little unnerving, that.
"The chairman also serves in the role of principal."
"Ah~"
Not common, but such arrangements did exist.
"And truly, I would be deeply grateful if you would speak down to me."
"Sorry, what?"
"It is only that... for a worthless female such as myself to receive honorifics from a man... it feels far too shameful..."
Her face was utterly expressionless, but she meant every word.
Mom kept using honorifics with me too, though... Was it different because we're family? Then again, judging by her reactions, she had always seemed more at ease whenever I spoke casually to her.
"Alright, fine."
"Thank you, sir."
I was being forced into rudeness, but I figured that, too, would come to feel natural soon enough. Mm. Yeah — I'm used to it already. Shedding my manners? Piece of cake.
Speaking of which... that outfit of hers is dangerously hot. What she wore was nominally a suit, but it bore little resemblance to any suit I knew. No shirt beneath it, no bra — nothing but the jacket itself. Her enormous breasts announced their presence so boldly that my eyes drifted there of their own accord.
Maybe I could cop a little feel on the way over...
"We have arrived, sir."
"Ah. Right."
Tch. I'd been planning to enjoy a bit of groping en route, but alas — we'd arrived far too soon.
"Allow me to escort you inside."
"Sure."
Speaking down to her as naturally as breathing now, hands pocketed, I followed along — utterly oblivious to the fact that her nipples had gone stiff and straining, that she was quivering with excitement.
"The chairman is waiting inside."
"Thanks for showing me in."
"Not at all. Then, if you will excuse me."
It was a staggeringly large academy — it practically felt like a university campus. Multiple buildings, every one of them radiating stately, old-world dignity. And here I'd assumed an academy would be some cramped little operation. The academies I knew were a single floor of a boxy building. Yukyugwon, by contrast, could honestly have passed for a school in its own right. This puts most actual schools to shame.
Marveling all the while, I stepped into the chairman's office.
"Welcome, Mr. Jihyeok."
Inside, I saw her — the chairman, seated behind a desk.
Oh~ Like her secretary, she carried an unmistakably foreign air, and her blue eyes caught my attention at once. Long wavy blonde hair, a beautiful face — she was, without question, striking.
Now I understood why Mom had called herself merely average. Mom was a genuinely beautiful woman, but here, that level of looks passed for truly average. Come to think of it, there had been plenty of pretty females on my walk yesterday as well — and faces on the chairman's and secretary's tier were surprisingly common in this world.
"Hello, Madam Chairman."
"Thank you for coming. Please, have a seat here."
"Yes, ma'am."
I briefly considered skipping straight to casual speech, but this was our first meeting — better to be careful. And with someone of her standing, a faint awkwardness tugged at me anyway.
"I should introduce myself first. I am Jeong Suyeon — chairman and principal of this Meat Toilet Training Academy, Yukyugwon."
"Pleasure. I'm Park Jihyeok."
Her self-introduction had been a mouthful; mine, by contrast, took all of three words.
"Thank you for applying for our position of male sex education teacher."
"Well, I applied because I was interested. Still, getting approved within seconds caught me off guard."
"The system is set up to approve any male applicant immediately."
"Really?"
But then — wouldn't people prank-apply left and right?
"You went through multiple verification procedures to confirm that you are a man, did you not?"
"I did. I kept wondering what the point of checking so many times was."
Verifying my sex had honestly taken longer than filling out the actual application.
"Should a female lie her way through all of those checks, she would be subject to arrest."
"Over just that?"
"Naturally. A female impersonating a man is a serious felony."
"Oh..."
Well, I hadn't known that. One careless joke and you'd end up in prison — no wonder nobody ever tried.
"Which is why your application astonished me so, Mr. Jihyeok. I never dreamed a man of my own generation would come forward."
"Fair enough."
Apart from the first year after Yukyugwon's founding, a man had never once served as a cock teacher. And even that lone pioneer, the records said, lasted barely three months before he simply couldn't endure it. The position had likely been regarded as all but nonexistent ever since.
"Working at Yukyugwon can be physically very demanding. Are you certain you can manage?"
"Physical work? I'm confident about that."
Were they planning to dump menial labor on the lone man? The body I'd inherited was a scrawny anchovy, but in raw strength I wouldn't lose to any female. And I'm putting on muscle by the day, so I'll be fine.
"Hohoho. Not that sort of strength, sir."
"Ah~"
I'd had it backwards. This was no ordinary school. The Meat Toilet Training Academy. There was only one kind of exertion asked of a man here.
Don't tell me I'd be milked dry by the entire student body, every single day? Of course I wanted to fuck as many of them as possible, but I was still human — limits existed. My stamina hadn't caught up yet; three rounds a day was probably my ceiling for now.
"How many students are there, exactly?"
"Around three hundred at present."
That would kill me. If I had to service all of them, I gave myself a month before I was fucked to death. Wait — was that first guy who lasted three months actually a monster? I paid silent homage to the first cock teacher I'd dismissed as a pushover, and the conversation went on.
"That's... quite a lot."
"And that is after cutting the numbers considerably. In the past, each grade alone was capped at three hundred."
"..."
Nearly a thousand. Once again, my deepest, most heartfelt respect to the very first cock teacher, a hundred years ago.
Still — no way in hell I'm giving up!! Yukyugwon, young and lush, swarming with countless females of every imaginable charm. To work here and die fucked to death — no man could ask for a better end. A hundred times better than going out on a knife.
"Cock teac— er, what would the workload look like for the sex education teacher?"
"You are welcome to simply say cock teacher, sir."
I'd assumed it was slang, but apparently calling it that was no problem at all. More to the point, hearing a word like cock from the lips of a woman like the chairman was almost unbearably arousing. She loses nothing to her secretary, either. Breasts that swayed at the slightest motion had my gaze locked in place.
"The position is a five-day workweek, though you are granted twenty days of monthly leave — to be used freely, as you please."
"I'm sorry, what? Isn't that basically permission to never show up at all?"
"A man's body matters more than his attendance."
Couldn't men just game this — do nothing whatsoever and collect a paycheck? I was already raking in good money from semen donations, but there was no such thing as too much money...
"That is precisely what this interview exists to determine — whether there is any room for such abuse."
"Ah. Right..."
And there went that idea. Still, I'd come here in the first place to fuck myself silly; not showing up would defeat the entire purpose.
"Classes are fixed at one session per week."
"Only once a week?"
"Yes. Considering the stamina of men, that is the very limit of what we can ask."
"Ah~"
So the first man had lasted three months on one sweaty session a week? Respect revoked. Being mentioned in the same breath as such a limp excuse for a male was frankly insulting. Ptooey.
"And now for the most important part."
"Which is?"
The chairman's expression turned grave.
"For instruction, your semen and your cock are, without exception, required as teaching materials."
"I see."
With a conversation like this, I honestly couldn't tell whether I'd applied to be a teacher or a porn star.
"One class per week — but you will be expected to satisfy a certain set of conditions."
"What conditions?"
My size would be an automatic pass, surely. If being big counted against me, that would be a genuine crisis. My stamina stood at a modest three rounds a day for now, but with more training I'd be fighting fit like before in no time.
"That you are capable of achieving an erection. And that you are capable of ejaculating at least once."
"...I'm sorry, what?"
What was with these absurdly easy conditions? An erection? I could manage one this very second. Ejaculation? I could stroke out three loads to the chairman's face alone. The requirements were so ludicrously trivial that a look of sheer disbelief settled over my face.
"I thought as much — rather excessive conditions, aren't they? That is why this is not normally permitted, but if a man could manage even once a month—"
"I can do it right now, though?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I'm telling you I can get hard looking at you this instant, beat one out, and cum thick and proper. Right now."
"R-really?"
"Yes."
Good grief — she was this stunned over something so ordinary?
The chairman stared at me wide-eyed, mouth hanging open — the look of someone beholding a legendary beast in the flesh.
"Th-then... might I verify that right away?"
"Of course."
If this meant getting to nail the chairman herself, then I was the one hitting the jackpot here~