Chapter 40
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Solving a Coworker's Dilemma! How a Feminist Daughter Gets Along with Her Father.
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Heading to the Academy, I mulled over my goals once more.
I'd secured an instructor position at the Academy, a place teeming with key figures from the scenario, so I could twist the major players to my whims.
In the original scenario, there was supposed to be a "protagonist"—a student here who grows by overcoming crises alongside fellow cadets and instructors.
Unlike the standard possession method where you merge with the protagonist, I'd been dropped into this world as a third party, so the unaltered original protagonist should still be around.
If I built up my skills and reputation as an instructor, gaining free rein over the Academy's influence, I could quickly find the "protagonist" and warp everything.
Once I located the protagonist and all the heroines associated with him, twisting them completely, I could shatter this world's scenario beyond repair.
As I sorted through these thoughts, the Academy's silhouette came into view before I knew it.
"...Impressive."
It was a building so grand it swelled the chest just to look at it.
Around an ivory tower rising high like a beacon of hope amid the ruined city, various annex buildings connected seamlessly.
The sole road leading to the Academy entrance was under strict control. Thanks to registering my vehicle in advance, I passed through quickly.
"Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk?" Upon arriving at the Academy, a handsome middle-aged man in crisp instructor uniform, sporting a neatly trimmed beard, greeted me.
"Nice to meet you. And you are...?" "Oh Sung-jin."
He looked physically honed to perfection, his muscles visibly defined even through his suit. Instructor Oh Sung-jin introduced the Academy while guiding me to my workspace.
"This is where Class D students have their lessons. The class you'll be teaching."
"I see. The facilities are top-notch. Feels newer than the Class C building we just passed."
"Haha, it got totally smashed in the last raid, so yeah, it's brand new!"
He grinned while saying something chilling.
"...Raids happen often?"
"Oh, come on, not that often. Maybe once every few years, if that."
His smile suddenly hardened as he leaned in to whisper so only I could hear.
"...That's the official line. In reality, there's an intrusion attempt every six months or so. Not counting the minor ones."
"The kind that causes damage too big to hide? That happens once every few years."
The thought hit me that underestimating the Academy could get me killed in the blink of an eye, so I resolved to amass overwhelming power.
"Well, after the last raid, the defenses got way more sophisticated, and the staff's average strength has shot up too, so no need to worry that much."
"Is that so?"
"Haha, take yourself, Jin-hyuk. You've got way more mana than me. Any run-of-the-mill villain would get crushed by sheer mana pressure."
It had paid off squeezing that loan shark Jo Joo-yeop for a fortune by exploiting his netorare fetish.
The guy shelled out astronomical sums just to watch his wife get fucked all night, slapped in the face with cock, and still beg for more.
Thanks to investing in mana-boosting items like they were water, my total mana had reached an unrivaled level.
After touring the grounds under Instructor Oh's guidance and heading to the staff room, he pulled a thick notebook from his bag.
"What's this?" I asked, and he said it was his personally compiled handover notes.
Flipping it open, every task came with his detailed explanations, advice, attitudes for dealing with students, full breakdowns of duties, and how he'd handled his own trial-and-error moments.
I was genuinely touched by the meticulous guidance. Even though he was just an NPC in virtual reality, I really took a liking to him.
He had this bold, open personality, and even if he came off a bit old-school, he seemed like the type who looked out for people.
As we chatted about work-related matters, we reached the staff room.
From inside came the sound of gum-chewing and a presence. Oh Sung-jin sighed, asking me to wait outside a moment.
"Give me a sec to wait out here? My daughter's inside." He looked embarrassed, let out a deep sigh, took a few breaths, then entered the staff room.
I could hear their conversation through the door.
"Fuck, is it that hard to just give me 1.5 million won? Don't you think women's rights are a joke?"
"...Sigh, I gave you a million last week. Where'd that go?"
"My sister asked to borrow it, so I lent it for a bit. You're a hunter, Dad. Can't you spare that much?"
"You've got exams coming up, and you're handing money to weirdos..."
"My sister's not a weirdo. What would a pathetic han-nam like you know?"
"To your dad, sigh... Never mind, we'll talk at home. Eun-sol, you need the 1.5 million now?"
"Yeah, send it right away."
"Hmph... Thanks, Dad."
"Eun-sol, come home sometimes..." Before he could finish, the woman called Eun-sol flung open the staff room door and stormed out.
Spotting me at the door, she asked.
"You're the new instructor?"
Caught off-guard by her pitying gaze, I answered.
"...Yes, that's right. Cadet Oh Eun-sol."
"It's Shin Oh Eun-sol. My mom's a Shin."
"Pardon?"
"Ugh... Too annoying to explain. Another male instructor, huh. What a shitshow this Academy is..."
She muttered to herself and vanished.
"Sorry about that. My apologies, Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk."
"Uh, that young lady is...?"
"My only daughter."
"Ah..." The mood grew somber. Amid the silence, Instructor Sung-jin finally spoke up haltingly.
"She wasn't always so rebellious."
He squeezed his eyes shut, voice cracking as if on the verge of tears.
"Her mom, whom she adored, ran off with some guy. Right when she was struggling with poor grades at the Academy. That's when she joined some club."
"If it's not too rude, what kind...?"
"After joining the [Academy Women's Liberation Headquarters], my daughter changed completely." His voice was heavy with sorrow, then he suddenly grabbed my hand.
"...I heard you gave Yoo-jin a lot of psychological support to help her readjust to school life."
"How did you...?"
"Haha, you have no idea how much Yoo-jin brags about you."
"...I see."
"Please, help our father-daughter duo get close again?"
To his desperate plea, I smiled warmly.
"Senior, I'm an expert at this sort of thing. I'll do my utmost to bring you two back together."
A few days later, he met me beaming from ear to ear, expressing his gratitude.
"Oh man, Jin-hyuk! Good to see you."
"You look great, Instructor Sung-jin."
"Aw, it's all thanks to you. Say hello, Eun-sol."
Oh Eun-sol, who had been sucking Oh Sung-jin's cock under the desk, greeted me.
"*Pwah*... H-hi there, shenior."
She was rolling his semen around in her mouth as she spoke.
"Cadet Eun-sol, what are you doing right now?"
"*Gulp* Can't you tell? I'm Daddy's exclusive meat urinal, draining his sexual urges."
She answered matter-of-factly, then swept her hair behind her ear and dove back into sucking her dad's cock.
Brainwashing this father-daughter pair had been fun.
For Oh Sung-jin, I focused on eliminating his aversion to incest.
I twisted [I want to get close to my daughter] into [I want to get close to my daughter by any means necessary].
Through that suggestion, I expanded the boundaries of acceptable physical contact without limits.
To erase the emotional distance with his daughter, I convinced him that [tearing down the walls in his heart] was key.
I implanted the notion that without the [family barrier], conversing as male and female through their bodies would naturally bring them closer.
The guilt from her resembling his wife half the time? I mixed that with resentment toward his wife and lust, making him think since she was half his wife, she had to handle double the sexual desire.
For the daughter, it was a bit more complex than with her father. Her misogyny-born trauma made her resistant to suggestions.
Shin Oh Eun-sol—no, Oh Eun-sol—had a tangled trauma.
It was a web of negative emotions: jealousy toward male classmates she saw as inferior, shock from her beloved mom's affair, trust in the "sister" who comforted her in tough times, anxiety over job prospects.
The "common sense" her "sister" had brainwashed into her during vulnerable moments was as entrenched as if I'd done it myself.
I discovered I had a taste for tweaking someone else's handiwork. Rewriting her feminism from the ground up brought real pleasure.
First, I made her perceive extracting semen as justified exploitation of male power.
Next, I convinced her that being an "onahole" who could exploit men's semen limitlessly was an incredibly honorable profession.
And working as an "onahole" at home? Nothing more honorable.
After all, it was exploiting semen from her father, the symbol of patriarchy and male authority.
I tossed in idiotic notions like "To advance women's rights, you must serve in cowgirl position."
But turning a man-hating girl into a full-on onahole for men was tough.
So I limited it to her father.
As her father's exclusive onahole, she'd have no money worries or fears of other men, free to onahole to her heart's content.
Since Oh Sung-jin and I shared the staff room, brainwashing them brought an extra perk.
I could use Yoo-jin anywhere without prying eyes.
Thus, I twisted one man-hating feminist cadet into her biological dad's dedicated onahole.
Not wanting to advertise their brainwashing, I added safeguards.
Implanting the idea that using your own daughter as an onahole wasn't bad but nothing to brag about naturally kept it secret.
In public, they played the normal father-daughter act—onahole and her owner.
"Haa... 'Suction sex' starting now...♥"
After gulping down her dad's semen, Oh Eun-sol replaced "penetrative sex" with some weird term.
Her outfit for servicing her father was vulgar. A cropped T-shirt reading "DADDY'S LITTLE WHORE" barely covered her nipples, exposing the undersides of her breasts.
Her skirt was modded to 10cm, more like a belt decoration than actual clothing.
Above her pussy: "Daddy's Exclusive." On her thighs: "Incest Sex ONLY" scrawled.
"...Is it okay for a cadet to wear that to school?" I asked, and Oh Eun-sol replied.
"Women have the right to wear what they want. Study up! And right now, before being a cadet, I'm..."
Straddling her dad's massive frame, she rotated her hips clockwise in flashy circles, her womb getting pierced by his cock.
"...Daddy's exclusive onahole...♥ So wearing what turns Daddy on is only natural!"
She'd ditched her bob for a blonde twintail wig, shaking her hips all for what she thought would please her dad.
Yoo-jin, waiting in the staff room and watching the scene, spoke up.
"...Daddy, did you make them like this?"
To my nod, Yoo-jin gave a shiver of delight and said.
"You're so naughty...♥"
My good girl hadn't needed prompting; while handling simple morning tasks and waiting idly, she'd kept my clone entertained.