Chapter 44
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Corrupting the Refined Glasses Instructor into a Lewd Hentai Otaku! (Part 1)
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Awakened individuals require a baseline of cultural refinement.
What is refinement? It refers to the knowledge and common sense spanning various fields that an independent person ought to possess.
Deep contemplation of philosophy or impressions from reading quality literature reflect in one's character, fostering elegance and an honorable approach to life.
The Academy seeks to cultivate Awakened who are not merely powerful in combat but also equipped with morals and convictions.
An Awakened with only brute strength is akin to an army devoid of morals.
And an army without morals is no different from a band of thieves.
Such was the People's Liberation Army at Tiananmen, and the NKVD at Katyn.
Alongside morals, one's attitude toward life is equally vital for an Awakened.
They must not be swept away by momentary desires or sacrifice their future for fleeting pleasure.
An ascetic lifestyle and the virtue of moderation are not innate but can be fully cultivated through acquired effort.
Thus, bringing trash like this into the dorms was utterly unacceptable.
"Please, Dorm Supervisor!"
"No. How dare you try to smuggle such vulgar material into the dorms."
"Eek, come on, it's just a magazine. I'm only reading it lightly..."
"Hmph, let's see. Special feature - Let's YOLO for real! If it's a once-in-a-lifetime indulgence? Fall luxury brand spotlight, Seven Oral Techniques to Please Him..."
"Aaaah...! Stop reading, Teacher! I was just gonna look at the fashion insert..."
"Anyway, you understand why it's not allowed, right?"
"Yes.... Eek.... But that was expensive..."
"Don't be too sad. Yoo-hyun Cadet, I'll return the insert at least."
"Really?"
"Yes. But in exchange, write a book report each on War and Peace and The New Era and the Duties of the Awakened." I smiled brightly as I laid out my condition.
"Ugh. Fine." Yoo-hyun made a briefly sullen face before grinning and shouting, "I'll write them quick!" as she dashed out of the staff room.
She reminds me of my old self.
That was the thought as I watched the cadet trudge away, dragging out her words in disappointment.
Watching the vibrant, energetic cadets was always a joy.
Raising those fledglings, wobbling like baby birds, into proud heroes was even more rewarding.
"Time flies."
Guiding the students had eaten up the hours until the meeting.
I walked to the staff conference room and opened the door to find colleagues gathered around one instructor.
Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk, the new hire.
He'd quickly bonded with Oh Sung-jin, who held him in high regard, and leveraged that to befriend most of the staff.
I hear he helped mend things with his daughter...
To my eyes, Instructor Oh Sung-jin's father-daughter relationship had improved dramatically. The girl who used to storm into the staff room treating her father like a debtor or enemy was gone.
Now, she clung to him, acting all cute. It was hard to imagine her old self.
Their bond was so tight that some vulgar cadets joked it was romantic.
Those idiots got caught by me and punished with fifty book reports for besmirching the honor of staff and cadets without basis.
I acknowledged that Jung Jin-hyuk had helped Oh Sung-jin, but I couldn't view his actions favorably.
Strictly speaking, I liked the results, but his intentions were suspect.
Cadets with extreme man-hating tendencies had their behavior "corrected" after his guidance—but far too quickly.
Curious about his methods, I visited their club, only to sense them awkwardly faking normalcy, unlike usual.
Something had changed under Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk. It seemed positive on the surface, but was it truly good?
My interview with the head of the Women's Liberation Movement Club yielded nothing. Probing about him only stiffened her face with blatant hostility.
"Are you suspicious of the instructor?" Her gaze on me, a fellow instructor, even held a hint of madness.
The once-active club, centered on her, had halted all external activities under the guise of "internal reorganization and member retraining."
Which was worse—her past of spreading man-hate, or this inscrutable current phase? I couldn't say.
Her club's overseer was now Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk.
Suspicious...
He might fool the others with his affable face, but not my eyes.
I'd caught the flicker of lust in his gaze at pretty female cadets or instructors, however brief.
It was mere suspicion for now, but investigation would uncover his true nature.
Glancing at him now and then as we sorted agenda items, the meeting soon wrapped up.
Staff trickled out with farewells, but Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk lingered till the end.
"...You go first, Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk. I still have work to handle."
"What a coincidence. So do I." He approached with his usual friendly smile.
I pretended to get water, moving toward the cooler to put distance between us.
As I drank, he doggedly followed, speaking in his carefree tone.
"Sheesh, Instructor Song Jin-ah, you're so stiff. What did I even do wrong...?"
"Stay back."
Being alone with this man felt somehow uncomfortable.
"Hm, I just wanted a bit of help from you, Instructor Song Jin-ah."
"...Work-related?"
Our duties didn't overlap at all.
"Yes. I've been assigned to guide the first- and second-year cadets' daily life. I heard you handled it before and now do the third- and fourth-years."
He's taking over the underclassmen's guidance?
His polite demeanor didn't seem suspicious.
Was I overreacting?
His earnest attitude toward learning the job impressed me, so I agreed to explain my methods and educational philosophy.
A short chat wouldn't hurt.
"...Hold on."
I returned to my seat, sat across from him, and talked.
"I see. I agree. A person without philosophy is no different from an animal." He laughed heartily in response.
"Ahem, you're more reasonable than I thought."
The conversation flowed better than expected—enjoyably, even.
A sound mind in a sound body, as they say? That fit him.
His dense muscles matched his refined cultivation.
His view—that proper control and discipline could guide students to better lives—aligned with mine.
We shared much common ground on the need for cadets to cultivate fitting cultural refinement.
Maybe I'd misjudged him without cause.
"Any difficulties with the job, Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk?"
"Hm, difficulties... One, yes."
He gave a wry smile and produced an orb.
"What's this?"
"Rumors of adult content circulating on campus, so I confiscated it. But..." He explained his issue.
"Encrypted?"
"Yes, protected by code. I can't view the contents. Apparently, the cadet distributing it appears in the video."
"Heh, you came to the right place. Know my Ability?"
"No, just that it's production-based. Not the details."
"Disassembly and Production. I usually make helpful items for cadets, but it works for cracking encryption too."
"So, you can view this...?"
"Of course. Just carefully disassemble the encryption part." I elaborated as I pocketed the crystal orb.
After work, I read a book at home, showered, and rummaged in my bag—my hand hit something heavy: the orb.
"Oh, forgot about this."
Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk had asked me to check it. Encrypted, so contents unknown.
Analyzing the external mana circuits, it was made using illusion-based Ability.
I disassembled the encryption with my Ability, gaining access to the video.
All static...
As with illusion items, it was heavily affected by mental resistance. Crystal clear to non-resistant civilians, invisible to others.
But at instructor level, I could lower my resistance easily—or heighten it.
Guiding my mana to aid the intruding mana, matching my will to accept it without resistance, it flowed in unhindered.
"Heh, well then... let's take a peek...?"
Viewing the footage, I was so shocked by the sudden barrage of explicit scenes that I forgot to stop it, staring blankly till the end.
"...What did I just watch...?"
It was stimulating drivel without a shred of refinement. A mature woman around my age in a cow-print bikini, getting gang-raped.
Unfathomable terms abounded: [Ona-hole], [Ahegao], [Porcio], [Deepthroat].
"...Where's our cadet supposed to be in this trash...!" I rewatched repeatedly—no cadet in sight.
Just a woman in vulgar, base poses, having sex.
Shameless outfit, no trace of refinement.
"Vulgar, lewd, depraved...!"
Such filth circulating on campus? Unthinkable. It would poison the minds of our budding heroes.
"Confiscate and destroy them all..."
Pity Instructor Jung Jin-hyuk, but no distributing cadet found—I'd report that.
"Watching this crap... Ugh..."
The stimulation ruined my focus on reading. I flopped onto bed.
"Sigh... Can't sleep..."
Scenes burned into my brain: huge breasts crushed in a tiny bikini, yet the woman stuck out her tongue in tacky bliss.
Impossible to see her as the same gender as me.
...Still, she looked so damn pleased...
Slowly, hesitantly, her fingers slid downward.
Just scratching an itch, she excused herself, teasing her now-wet slit.
As long as there's no insertion... it's not really masturbation, just scratching ♥
She rubbed her clit, stoking arousal just shy of climax—enough to build lust without tipping over, lest it feel like sin.
Thus, her sleepless night of "not-masturbation" masturbation.