Personal Student Meeting Hour
The hours drifted by, and by the time three o'clock in the afternoon rolled around, I was sunk deep into a plush, oversized, top-of-the-line leather chair, savoring the sweet taste of professorial authority. That was when a polite knock sounded, and my first appointment stepped into the office.
"Cha Suah, third year. I've come in response to your summons, Professor."
"Yes, come on in."
The very first person to walk through my door was, of all people, Cha Suah.
A slender, elegant frame standing around 168cm tall, with glossy raven hair falling straight down past her waist. And then there was her chest, asserting a presence so overwhelming that a button bursting clean off wouldn't have surprised anyone — truly memorable.
Seeing that figure wrapped in a modest office look made her hard to believe as only three years my junior; she looked remarkably mature.
Wow... so that's what it takes to earn the top marks in this department?
She was the student sitting at the very top of the rankings list — a composite of grades and attitude scores across the whole department — and I'd picked her purely at random, but I could tell right away that my choice hadn't been wrong in the slightest.
Her outfit was thoroughly proper, with not a shred of intent to expose,
and yet with every step, her hips swayed with a soft, hypnotic rhythm, and with every breath, her deep cleavage flaunted itself. How could something like that radiate such an odd, magnetic charm that hooked a man's gaze and refused to let go?
She went beyond merely pretty. Elegance and eroticism coexisted in her in perfect balance.
Typical of an elite student in a world where common sense had been warped somewhere along the line.
"Thank you for coming in for today's meeting. Since this is our first session, let's just keep it light and chat for a bit."
"Yes, Professor."
"Very good. Please, have a seat over here."
I guided her to an expensive leather sofa set against one side of the office, then settled into the seat of honor beside it.
As Cha Suah sat with her knees primly pressed together, her skirt rode up just slightly, offering a sliver of her stocking-clad thigh.
Forcing my eyes away, I began leafing through the documents I'd brought. Honestly, "leafing through" was generous — it was closer to pretending to, since I didn't have the faintest idea what any of this was actually saying.
The course names for the Special Devotion Talent Department alone were outlandish things like Foundational Service Ethics and Understanding and Practicing Sexual Positions — how was I supposed to know anything about that?
If there was one thing I could glean from the paperwork, it was that her grades in the theory-classified courses were exceptional — she'd never once missed an A+ — while her performance in the practical courses left something to be desired.
Though to be fair, she'd only taken a single practical course, so it was hard to draw any real conclusions.
It was honestly a wonder she could hold the top spot in this department while taking only one practical course.
"Your grades are excellent, Cha Suah. You've never once dropped below an A+ in theory."
"Thank you, Professor. I simply did my best, faithfully attending to my duty as a student."
"I see. But I'm curious about something... there's just one course where your grade is a bit lacking, and it happens to be a practical course?"
"...Yes, Professor."
"And you've only ever taken one practical course, too? Is it really alright to take so few in a specialized department like this one?"
From where I stood, I genuinely had no clue how the curriculum worked and was asking in earnest — but did it land differently for Cha Suah?
At my question, her composed gaze wavered almost imperceptibly. Then she straightened her posture even further and continued in a slightly trembling voice.
"That's... there were personal circumstances, Professor. I wanted to finish exploring the theoretical side of my studies first, so to speak."
"Is that so? Well, I suppose that's fair enough."
"...I'm sorry?"
"Half the charm of university is getting to take the classes you actually want. As long as a student's choices don't clash badly with the departmental curriculum, they deserve my respect — as many choices as they like."
I replied breezily and turned a page.
Besides, since I had no idea how the curriculum actually operated, I wasn't in any position to lecture her anyway.
She'd earned excellent grades with theory classes alone so far, so it seemed unlikely she'd cause any trouble worth stirring up.
With a docile, model student like this, the right move was to show her reasonable respect and leave her be.
After all, my goal here was nothing more than to thoroughly punish that arrogant, shameless little minx Baek Nahee while gathering information about this common-sense-altered world.
"...That's a rather surprising reaction."
"Surprising, you say?"
"Yes, Professor. In all my meetings with the other assistant professors, I've... never received a response like that. They usually went on about my practical scores and pressured me into doing training one way or another."
"Ah... well, the truth is I only joined this school recently, so my approach and teaching style may differ a bit from what you're used to. I'd ask for your understanding on that front."
"...How interesting."
"Sorry?"
"Nothing, Professor. I look forward to working with you this semester as well."
What the hell? Why cut herself off like that mid-sentence?
And she was looking at me with an expression that said she found me very intriguing, or perhaps had some kind of expectation brewing — I had no idea what was going on in her head.
In any case, I wrapped up my brief meeting with Cha Suah, the model student with her head buried in theory, and sent her off with her courteous bow.
No matter how much absolute power I supposedly wielded as the department's personal professor, I couldn't exactly pounce on a demure student like her out of nowhere.
Apart from a case like Baek Nahee — where there was bad blood between us — I had no desire to unleash my beastly desires on someone who didn't want it.
...Not that it mattered much in a world with altered common sense. A student like her might well fall for me on her own and offer herself up.
Best of all, I had an anomaly passive that made me irresistibly attractive to women, so there was no need to rush anything.
While I was organizing my files with those leisurely thoughts in mind, before long, a second student came scurrying into the office on quick little footsteps.
"Ah, hello thereee...! I'm Lee Songi, a first-year!"
"Hello, Songi. Won't you come inside?"
"Yes, of course...!!"
This Lee Songi was the polar opposite of Cha Suah — cute and baby-faced to a fault.
A petite frame that couldn't have been much more than 160cm, softly waved light-brown hair, and a gentle, puppy-like face.
While not quite on Cha Suah's level, her sweater — stretched taut from the enormous chest straining against that small frame — caught my eye at once.
Every time she moved, that heavy, swinging chest stole my gaze entirely.
Do they gather up only the girls with the biggest breasts when they pick students for this department...?
Come to think of it, this was a special department openly dedicated to raising flesh-toilet sex slaves, so maybe screening obsessively over bust size and body type during admissions was simply common sense in this world.
As I stood there quietly watching and letting such idle thoughts drift by, Songi bounced inside with bright, cheerful steps and plopped herself down on the sofa across from me.
"Ooh~ This sofa is so soft and comfy."
"Is it? If you like it, feel free to sit there comfortably for the whole meeting."
"Ah... s-should I have asked permission before sitting down first? I'm sorry!"
"It's fine. Like I said, this is just a light conversation. Don't be so stiff — make yourself at home."
Smiling warmly, I picked up her file and took my seat in the chair of honor once more.
A bubbly freshman with a habit of doing whatever she pleased, even while trying to read the room.
But when a student was this cute, any little mistake could be forgiven.
"Hmm... you're a new student who enrolled last semester, right, Songi? There aren't many courses listed on your record."
"That's right! I'm a freshman, so I haven't taken much yet. And you're actually the first proper personal professor I've ever met, Professor!"
"Oh, really?"
"Yes! In our first semester, the TAs and adjunct professors just help us freshmen through the basics, roughly. This is the first time I've ever had a one-on-one meeting with a real personal professor."
Even so, this being a department at a prestigious school like Saul University, it didn't look like they threw fresh-faced first-semester students defenselessly into the hands of these black-hearted male professors right from the get-go.
Besides, for the professors here, this was simply an extension of student management as their job — anyone seasoned enough would surely have gone numb to stimuli of that sort.
Still, Lee Songi did pique my curiosity a little.
If my affection-attraction passive was working as intended and Songi came up to me first, acting adorable and affectionate, I had no intention of pushing her away.
She had a fresh, vivacious charm — something entirely different from the aloof model student that was Cha Suah.
"Well, that works out. To be honest, this is my first semester at this school too."
"Really?! No way, I can't believe this coincidence...!"
"Ha, I know. So since we're both new to this department, let's have a great semester together."
"I should be saying that to you, Professor! I'm super confident in my ability to listen and follow instructions!"
After that light, friendly little chat, I sent Lee Songi on her way.
You can't get full on the first spoonful, as they say — for now, I'd simply gauged her tendencies and put a face to the name.
And since Songi had made no effort to hide the flush on her cheeks or her fondness for me throughout the entire meeting, I figured that with a bit of gentle simmering, very interesting things would happen down the line.
With those two exploratory meetings out of the way —
the time had finally come for the true prey to arrive. The prey I'd waited for so eagerly that I'd laundered my identity into a Saul University professor just to catch it.
- BANG!
Without so much as a knock, the office door was flung open with rough force, and someone strode boldly inside.
Ash-grey bobbed hair tinged with gray, heavy smoky makeup.
A crop top plunging deep into her cleavage, ripped denim shorts that left her thighs fully bare, and chunky boots — the whole delinquent ensemble of Y2K street fashion.
Looking for all the world like she went around announcing I'm a delinquent, hear me roar to the entire neighborhood, Baek Nahee stormed in, spouting complaints left and right.
"Ugh, seriously. Why do they keep calling people out for stuff like this. So annoying."
She sauntered in, chomping her gum with insolent little smacks — until her jaw froze the instant she registered the face of the man sitting in the professor's chair behind the wide desk.
"Ka, Kang Jinwoo...? What the— why are you sitting there?!"
Baek Nahee pointed at me with eyes blown wide, utterly aghast.
With the leisureliest of movements, I laced my fingers together and leaned back into the chair.
"Kang Jinwoo? Around here, you'll call me Professor Kang, Baek Nahee."