Park Dusik's Makeup Lesson (1)
"Is Seo Eunha here? I need to talk to her for a bit... Mind if I take her?"
"Ah, yes! Of course. Seo Eunha? Instructor Park Dusik is calling you. Hurry up and go."
I shot Park Dusik a look like I'd just bitten into shit.
But the title of academy instructor carried too much weight. Even if I hated it, I had no choice but to obey quietly.
The moment we stepped into the hallway, Park Dusik glared at me fiercely.
"Seo Eunha. Why did you skip class without permission yesterday? Explain yourself."
I answered as calmly as possible, playing up the sick patient act.
"I suddenly came down with a bad fever... I had no choice. I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it. This is an academy for training Awakeners. It's not some playground where you can ditch whenever you feel like it."
As Park Dusik strode toward me, his massive shadow loomed over my head.
No matter how many times I saw it, that bear-like bulk was impossible to get used to. I swallowed hard without realizing.
"According to academy rules, unauthorized absence is a 5-point penalty. No objections, right?"
"...Five points?"
A 10-point penalty meant direct referral to the student council's special disciplinary program.
Halfway there after just one skip? This was basically a death sentence.
Plus, from my memorized academy rules, absence was definitely only 3 points.
"Instructor, I believe absence is 3 points."
"3 points for unauthorized absence, 1 for disobeying instructor orders, and 1 more for bad attitude—totaling 5. Got a problem with that?"
"... "
It was bullshit.
I glared at Park Dusik, seething with injustice.
As if he'd been waiting, Park Dusik flashed a sleazy grin.
"You look pretty aggrieved. Well, there is one way. As your instructor, I'll exercise some discretion."
He leaned in close to my ear, lips nearly brushing it as he whispered low.
"If you take some guidance like last time and reflect properly, I'll wipe the penalty clean. What do you say, Eunha?"
My fists trembled.
But compared to the horrors in the sewer, a few spanks on the ass were nothing. That was the calculation.
More importantly, 5 points was too fatal. I still had mountains of things to gather here before leaving the academy.
I bit my lip and finally nodded.
"...Understood. I'll take the guidance."
I followed Park Dusik down the hall. It was a familiar path after last time, so we reached his office quickly.
Park Dusik's office—papers scattered everywhere, with a musty, stale smell hanging in the air.
Like before, I gripped the desk and bent over.
My short skirt rolled up, exposing my skin completely, but clearing the penalty came first.
"Good. No stupid move of offering your palm this time. Means you're prepared, right?"
Park Dusik's lecherous gaze raked over my ass.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Yeah, just endure this once. I handled it fine last time.
But something felt off from the very first strike.
The moment his palm hit, sharp pain gave way to a sticky, bizarre sensation.
Slap!
"Ah, ugh...?!"
What the hell was this sticky feeling?
It was like a layer of oil between his rough palm and my skin, cushioning the blow.
The pain was much less, but in its place, a hot heat bloomed fiercely.
Slap! Slap!
"Hah, ah...! W-wait, just a second...!"
As the spanking continued, my cries twisted into strange moans.
My body heated up rapidly—like when I'd been soaked in slime fluids in the sewer.
Not quite pleasure, but a disconcerting sense that my body was being remodeled to crave it.
Against my will, my back arched like a bow.
"Oh? What's with that voice, Eunha? Don't tell me you want more?"
I couldn't even retort to his mockery—no room to respond.
My mind flashed white.
Just a few hits, and a dizzying sensation surged, like hot liquid was about to gush from deep inside.
Slap, slap!
"Hngh...♡"
Thank God I didn't collapse like last time.
Maybe I'd built some tolerance to this humiliating bullshit.
...Not that my body was unscathed, by any means.
I wiped tears of shame and staggered to my feet.
"D-done...? You'll... erase the penalty, right?"
"Of course. Excellent reflection. Your ass is so... honest, Eunha."
Even as he spewed sexual harassment, my nerves were focused elsewhere.
"Get out. We'll meet again soon, though..."
I fled the office without grasping what his trailing words meant.
I bolted straight to the nearest bathroom and locked the door.
"Haa, haa...!"
My ragged breaths wouldn't settle.
Wiping my mouth revealed sticky saliva. I'd been so out of it, I hadn't noticed it drooling.
With trembling hands, I hiked up my skirt and checked behind.
Hard to see clearly, but my ass bore red handprints—and transparent, sticky fluid.
This is... oil?
No, not ordinary oil.
A fishy yet sweet scent stung my nose.
It resembled the potent aphrodisiac from the slimes in the sewer.
"That fucking pig...!"
It wasn't hard to figure out Park Dusik had used slime fluid to make an aphrodisiac.
Coated his palm with it beforehand, then spanked me to force absorption.
I frantically grabbed tissue and wiped my ass.
But it was too late.
Mana Sensitivity trait is spreading the potent aphrodisiac components throughout your body via mana, regardless of your will.
"Ugh, uugh...♡"
My lower belly clenched tight, forcing my thighs together.
The heat boiling from inside wouldn't vanish just by washing it off.
I-it's fine. It'll wear off soon.
Slime aphrodisiacs didn't last long.
This intense arousal would calm after a few dozen minutes.
I soothed myself with that thought, splashed cold water on my face, and headed to class.
But I'd overlooked something.
Park Dusik hadn't used ordinary aphrodisiac—it was a custom brew that mixed with my mana for maximum effect on me.
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Lunchtime, student cafeteria.
"Eunha, still feeling sick? Your face is so red."
Hayeon from the front seat reached worriedly for my forehead.
"Eek—!"
Her fingers brushed me, and I flinched back violently.
A touch that would've felt warm normally now seared like fire.
The chair scraped loudly, drawing stares from nearby students.
"S-sorry... Hayeon. Guess the fever hasn't broken yet..."
"That bad? Let's go to the nurse. Okay?"
As Hayeon grabbed for my arm, I reflexively shoved her off and stood.
"No! I'm fine! I'll rest alone!"
"Eunha?!"
I bolted from the cafeteria, leaving Hayeon's stunned voice behind.
Anyone could see I wasn't normal. No mirror needed.
Glassy, unfocused eyes, dazed expression. And stiff nipples poking through my underwear.
If Hayeon had gotten closer, I might've clung to her, drunk on her scent. The terror hit hard.
I hid under the deserted rooftop stairs.
Plan: Suppress the heat somehow, wait for afternoon practice to clear the crowds, then sneak to the nurse.
Mana Discharge Constitution activates!
Undischarged mana is backflowing!
But the aphrodisiac only ramped up.
Hot energy—like mana—surged inside me. Mana that should've vented downward now refluxed, tickling my chest.
I was seized by the urge to torment my nipples, barely contained under my bra.
You crazy bitch. Snap out of it. It's the drug. Just hold out till it wears off...
I slumped against the wall.
Chest tight, breaths shallow.
No strength to move a finger, yet my thighs twitched relentlessly, craving stimulation.
"Haa, haa... hngh♡ Please, just stop...! How long is this gonna last♡"
I was one step from losing my mind.
Then, the eternal lunch bell rang—afternoon practice starting.
Ding dong dang—
Sweating bullets, I barely stood.
Intended to crash at the nurse till it calmed.
Then my smartphone buzzed.
Ring!
But Park Dusik had no intention of letting me off easy.
...This is 100% a trap.
Obvious as day, but no choices left.
10 points meant instant special disciplinary referral.
Arguing it was excessive? My name goes straight to the student council.
Even if later canceled, Kang Jinhyuk learning of me was too risky.
Besides... my pink-hazed mind had no room for complex schemes.
Legs shaking, I barely reached the training ground.
At the door, a pungent male mana scent assaulted my nose.
The aphrodisiac-soaked body reacted wildly—even that revolting smell registered as male musk.
"Hah, ugh..."
I checked my shirt buttons.
A couple undone, cleavage exposed—but no strength to refasten.
Creeeak.
The training ground door opened.
Park Dusik lounged arrogantly in a chair, waiting.
"Welcome, Eunha. Shall we start the makeup lesson?"
His lecherous eyes slimed over my wet thighs and flushed face.
I knew instinctively.
Today, walking out of this room on my own two feet? Impossible.
The training ground reeked of sticky lust.
The door shut with a heavy thud.