Chapter 41
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Women's Liberation Movement Leader, Seo Ha-rin (Part 1)
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For Seo Ha-rin, feminism had always been a means, not an end.
She had never truly believed in it herself. But she had an exceptional talent for getting others hooked on the ideology.
It started as a bit of fun—bashing dumb guys and reveling in the blind devotion of equally dumb girls. But she got serious once she realized it could make her money.
Selling low-quality merch and bracelets emblazoned with idiotic slogans at absurd prices showed her just how lucrative this could be.
That was why she founded the Women's Liberation Movement Headquarters, a club on campus.
With a central organization in place and concrete activities to show for it, she started drawing more attention.
She claimed the entire Academy was a rigged playing field from the start, and sure enough, female cadets who had been weeded out in the competition began sponsoring her.
A shelter for the fallen—that was the role she envisioned for the Women's Liberation Movement Headquarters.
Listen to what she had to say, and you could find comfort.
"It's not your fault you can't use your abilities. It's the Academy's misogynistic class structure."
"Your low achievements? That's because of the Academy's misogynistic evaluation standards."
"Failed to land a job because of poor Academy grades? Blame the misogynistic society."
"All your failures? Not your fault—it's the deep-seated hatred and discrimination against women."
In the shelter she created, no failure was ever the individual's responsibility.
Though the shelter came with a hefty user fee...
Every member of the Women's Liberation Movement Headquarters was forced to donate large sums "for the cause."
Autobiographies like Seo Ha-rin's Struggle, expensive yet thin monthly magazines, membership fees for various gatherings, and more.
Most of that inflated revenue lined Seo Ha-rin's pockets.
She justified it as expenses for her own empowerment.
If anyone objected, she'd pressure them with lines like, "Icons of feminism must be strong and fearless enough to stand against male power."
And if they kept questioning her? Just brand them enemies of feminism and deal with them.
"This trip was fun too, hehe."
She had just returned from a "study tour" of the feminist meccas—France and New York.
Without spending a dime of her own money.
Checking her latest haul from the brainwashed masses with eager anticipation, she froze.
"...Huh?"
The numbers were off. The monthly dues from Oh Eun-sol and the cadets weren't coming in.
"This is a bit of a problem."
She still had payments due on the car she'd impulsively bought last month and a fancy engraved luxury dagger.
Something must have happened while she was away from the club.
"Gotta check this out quick."
An old memory surfaced. That idiot rookie instructor demanding an audit of their perfectly fine club.
All deposits had halted back then too.
She'd declared all audits an assault on women's rights, slapped the instructor with labels like misogynist and sexual harasser, and that was that.
He fled like a coward, letting her spin it as a failed oppression of women.
The scandal boosted her notoriety, and the club grew stronger than ever.
"...If it's something like that, it could even solidify my position."
With a relaxed smile, she took a taxi back to the Academy.
The fare, naturally, came from donation funds for the women's movement.
"Sister's back!" Oh Eun-sol greeted me as I headed to the club room.
"Good to see you, Eun-sol."
"...Did something happen? There seems to be an issue with this month's donation settlement."
"...Oh, that... Actually..." Eun-sol looked troubled as she explained the situation.
"Hmm, I see." Apparently, a rookie instructor was making a fuss about how the club siphoned off massive academy subsidies without a single audit.
"She insisted on meeting you, Sister. She's actually waiting inside the club room right now."
...?
It was odd. She hated all men with a passion, yet she was using polite speech toward this instructor?
"A female instructor...?"
"No, a male... I mean, male instructor..."
A man, huh. Maybe she could handle him the same way as last time.
"...Lead the way." There, smack in the middle of the club room, sat the arrogant bastard.
The club members looked uneasy under his intimidating presence.
"Hello. Instructor Jung. Jin. Hyuk."
I spat out his name from his ID badge, syllable by syllable. He responded with a creepy smile.
"I've been waiting, Student Ha-rin."
What kind of moronic man is this?
That was the thought that naturally popped into my head after meeting and talking with him.
"...Decide it with a match? Are you serious?"
His brain seemed packed wall-to-wall with muscle. He was proposing we settle the audit question with a duel—like some lunatic.
"So, if I win against you, Instructor, no more audit requests in the future?"
"That's right. I hate complications. Let's settle this fair and square, quick and clean."
"Things could go wrong, though..." I trailed off, but he replied with total confidence.
"Any issues, I'll take full responsibility."
His idiotic proposal made me laugh despite myself.
In this club room? My odds of losing were practically zero.
Every spar, my ability-boosting members secretly helped me out.
Thanks to them, I'd even recorded videos of me unilaterally thrashing strong male cadets.
"Fine. Let's start the match."
I signaled discreetly, and the members around me activated their abilities on me.
I offered no resistance, letting their mana flow smoothly to maximize the buffs.
Now I felt power surging, a refreshing thrill filling me with vitality...
...?
No vitality at all. Not just that—I couldn't even twitch a finger.
And this needle-pricking pain on my scalp—what the hell?
I tried circulating my mana to break free, but it was frozen solid.
These were all my own members controlling me.
Why...? Betrayal...?
"...Hey, she took the bait?" Jung Jin-hyuk dropped his friendly smile, leering at the members with a sleazy grin.
"Yes, Instructor. She's fully hooked."
"Snagged without a fight. She'll stay like that for 30 minutes."
"We did good, right, Instructor?"
The three members binding me rushed to him like loyal puppies, eyes begging for praise.
"Good girls. Sow sluts," he said, groping their asses playfully.
What... the hell...? Stunned by the unbelievable scene, he approached me amid my confusion.
Arms around two members' waists, chuckling lewdly, he smirked and placed a hand on my head.
"...What are you... trying to do...!"
"...Women's liberation movement?" He mocked me playfully, channeling slithering mana into my head.
Unable to resist, I went blank, consciousness fading as I blacked out.
Brainwashing the Women's Liberation Movement Headquarters members in advance had been a brilliant move.
"Otherwise, I couldn't have so easily mind-controlled someone of such high scenario importance."
Most members were low-rankers squeezed out of competition, so they fell to my Mind Manipulation fast.
Turning man-haters into cock-worshipping whores took no time.
I'd simply replaced their idol, Seo Ha-rin, with my overwhelming presence.
Viewing her status window—perfectly subdued by her own comrades—filled me with satisfaction.
Her comrades' applied debuffs were detailed.
[Abnormal Status - Binding: Target's movement is restricted]
[Abnormal Status - Mana Freezing: Mana operation is restricted]
[Abnormal Status - Confusion: Mental resistance greatly reduced]
With about 25 minutes left, these three restraints let her mental defenses crumble before my Mind Manipulation.
A B+ scenario importance target, mine to twist without a hitch.
25 minutes? Plenty.
Time to warp her very concept of "feminism."
I flipped her bullshit about being "shackled by male-centric language"—which she didn't even believe—back onto her.
Inserted unknown vulgar terms into her memories.
Now she'd believe spouting "lewd words" proudly was the mark of a true women's rights activist this era.
I twisted the club's purpose too. Liberation from what? Societal pressure keeping women from becoming onaholes.
Brainwashed her that under the slogan "Women have the right to abandon human rights and become onaholes for men's sexual desires," the club helped fake women become proper onaholes.
Finally, I inverted her superiority over her feminist followers.
Kept her emotion of "I'm not one of those brainwashed idiots; I just use them."
Twisted it: She wasn't an onahole, but a cool woman fleecing bitches who craved turning into cock-addicted onaholes.
Now she saw herself as an "intellectual woman who knew human rights mattered," superior to mere onaholes.
Just like she pitied feminist losers who donated after flunking competition, she'd pity low-vulgar-desire sluts who became onaholes.
Her onahole-despising self would naturally crave becoming one. I warped her sexuality too.
Implanted talents: Joy in submission, bliss from cock-thrusts, loyalty to the dick taking her virginity.
I could already picture her denying it out of pride, then begging for cock and pleading to be used as an onahole.
After reshaping her mind, I pruned her memories.
Left only up to my duel proposal.
"...See you again soon, Miss Ha-rin." I stroked her unconscious head, snapped my fingers, and woke her.
"Snap."
I thought I heard a finger snap, and my mind cleared naturally.
"Nngh...?"
It felt like waking from deep sleep, as if I'd been unconscious.
...Tired? But I slept well...?
"...Student Rin.... Student Ha-rin...?"
Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk peered at me with concern while I spaced out.
Huh, why was I zoning out?
Oh right, the duel...!
His ridiculous proposal must've made me lose focus for a sec.
"Ahem, I accept that duel."
For our match, I recalled the line I naturally had to say.
First time uttering it, but women's speech mustn't be constrained by societal norms.
I steeled myself past the embarrassment, took a deep breath, and bellowed.
"Cock-shriveling premature pussy-fuck duel! I accept with pride!"