The Discipline Office Becomes My Personal Kingdom

The evolved Common Sense Alteration Sticker packed serious power. Used right, I realized, it could stretch my territory far beyond the walls of the Guidance Office. That kind of work, though, demanded extreme caution.

If I don’t keep an eye out for Han Dambi, Queen of the Magic Realm, she’ll snag my tail for sure.

She was not someone to underestimate. The single biggest obstacle to my grand plan of swallowing the entire school was Han Dambi herself. That didn’t mean her existence left me completely paralyzed.

Tambourine seemed to pick up on my impure aura, but that’s only because she’s a mascot. Detecting unclean power is a mascot’s whole job.

I’d already committed murder on campus and turned the Guidance Office into my personal kingdom. The fact that Han Dambi still hadn’t so much as twitched meant she hadn’t noticed a thing.

Han Dambi was the school nurse. That put her a little apart from the other students and teachers to begin with. On top of that, she was constantly vanishing to handle Magic Realm business.

If I take over everything except the School Infirmary, slowly, the whole school will drop into my hands eventually.

From this moment on, Jinglebell Middle School would become my little kingdom.

I gathered every student in the auditorium for morning assembly. At Jinglebell Middle School, assembly was normally a quick classroom affair, so the kids milled around chatting, filling the hall with noise.

"Why’d they tell us to meet in the auditorium? Something going on?"

"Principal’s probably just in a mood."

"PC bang after school?"

"Okay. I’m ditching cram school today."

I stepped onto the podium in the principal’s place. The instant the Guidance Director appeared on stage, every pair of eyes locked onto me. I swept the packed auditorium. Girl or boy, the quality was uniformly high.

Don’t need the boys. Every last girl belongs to me.

I tapped the microphone twice to check it, then spoke.

"Starting today, the school rules have changed. Listen carefully, all of you."

PE period arrived. I headed to the gymnasium. The students were already in gym clothes, lining up for class. I looked them over with deep satisfaction.

Bloomers really are the best.

I had rewritten the official school gym uniform into a crop top that left the navel completely bare. The bottoms were ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bloomers—not ordinary bloomers, but panty-cut bloomers that left the ass fully on display. The color was an aggressively filthy pink. These kids were going to ripen into some extremely delicious fruit.

For the record, only the girls took PE. Jinglebell Middle School had originally been co-ed, but I had split the sexes. The principal and vice-principal were already slaves under my suggestion.

The boys had been turned into study machines who did nothing but grind until the day they graduated, all to jack up the school’s college-admission numbers. I had packed every male student in the building into a handful of classes.

The girls, meanwhile, would cultivate feminine accomplishments instead of academics. PE was part of that curriculum.

"All right, let’s start with gymnastics."

The class president stepped forward to set the example. Her outfit was even more extreme. She wore a bondage costume—black leather studded with metal, hardcore as it gets. Her chest was completely exposed, nipples covered only by black X-shaped nipple tape, and below she was fully on display.

Even more striking was the pink rotor stuck to her clitoris. The remote sat tucked into the garter on her thigh, a thoroughly provocative look. I had a matching remote of my own, so I could crank the intensity whenever I felt like it.

The class president took her place in front ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of the others and began the routine. Naturally, every movement was filthy and obscene. Once they got used to this, they would grow into absolute masterpieces.

"Pussy spreading. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!"

"Two! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!"

"Pussy squats. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!"

"Two! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!"

I filmed the whole thing through the Watching Eye. No amount of money in the real world would ever buy footage this precious.

One of the brainwashed teachers had once let his lust get the better of him and tried to lay hands on the precious seedlings I’d planted. The bastard who tried to wreck my farm got beaten to death in front of the male faculty.

"Teacher. Gymnastics is finished."

"Good. Then today’s lesson begins. Today is masturbation practice. Class president, come here."

"Yes."

She walked over. I turned her body so the rest of the class could see clearly.

"Today we’re going to learn about masturbation. Before that, you need to know your own body. So—does anyone know what we call this?"

I grabbed the class president’s breasts and tossed the question to the students. Somi’s hand shot straight up.

"Boobs!"

"Correct. We usually call these breasts. We also call them jugs. Remember that word too. All right—then what’s this?"

I spread the class president’s pussy. Pretty pink inner flesh came into view. She let out a weak moan. Apparently even being touched by me was enough to get her going. Not a single student answered.

"Class president. What do we call this?"

"P-pussy. Nngh~!"

"Good girl. This is a pussy. Today we’re going to study how to rub this like crazy until it feels amazing."

These students were future slave seedlings. I started their gifted education.

"All of you, take off your bloomers. Then spread your pussies just like the class president."

The class president stood with her feet a little wider than shoulder-width. The girls awkwardly copied her stance. I raked my hawk’s eyes over every pussy on display. Almost none of them even had peach fuzz yet.

"Inside this pussy is something extremely precious called a hymen. It’s more important than your life, so you must never touch it. Some girls tear it while masturbating, and that’s a disaster. Now, if you look at the upper part of the pussy, there’s a spot hidden under the hood. Class president, what’s this called?"

"The clitoris."

She peeled back her own clitoris as she spoke. At first, even brushing this area had sent her into spasms; now she could spread it herself. I had the girls come up and observe the class president’s clit in person.

"Whoa, it’s tiny. Kind of gross, maybe?"

"I think it’s cute, actually. Class president, can I touch it?"

"Nngh… just be gentle."

A curious girl reached out and touched the class president’s clitoris. The president threw her head back, biting down on a moan. Other people’s hands were still a little much for her.

"C-class president! Me too! I wanna touch it too!"

"I want to feel it as well."

In the end, starting with that first girl, every girl in the class got a turn touching the class president’s clit.

"Good. Everyone back to your spots. How was the class president’s clitoris? Small, soft, and super cute, right?"

"Yes!"

"Then let’s learn how to masturbate. Everyone come forward and take a rotor. These are personal, so you can take them home after class. Starting next PE, you come in wearing one just like the class president. She’ll teach you how to attach it."

My real lesson was only just beginning.

PE class was a blast. I poured incorrect sexual knowledge into kids who knew nothing about sex, and I poured it in thick.

Every last one of them was stunning; there wasn’t a single girl worth discarding. I could already picture how they would look once they grew up. Because they were all anime characters, they already showed more maturity in face and figure than real-world kids their age—like looking at bagel beauties on social media.

They hadn’t fully shed the child look, of course. I didn’t get drunk on immediate greed. I stayed focused on the farm.

When I returned to the Guidance Office, Ahn Seonmi and Chae Mira were already waiting. Jinglebell Middle School’s students were all high-quality; the teachers were garbage. These two were the only ones even remotely decent.

Yang Hyejin, Somi’s homeroom teacher, and school nurse Han Dambi were the other exceptions, but Han Dambi was far too dangerous to approach carelessly. Her true identity was the Queen of the Magic Realm.

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"Welcome back, Master!"

The two of them had become my secretary teachers. Their original duties had been dumped on everyone else.

A secretary teacher’s only job was to relieve my lust. Both of them climbed onto my thighs the moment I sat down, as naturally as breathing. They were naked, of course. Inside the Guidance Office, being naked was common sense.

The two male teachers who had been in the way had already been shipped elsewhere. The Guidance Office was now, in name and in fact, my kingdom. I groped and toyed with the asses of the two women grinding their pussies against my thighs, both of them already climbing toward climax.

"I’m here, taemp!"

I was enjoying the feel of female flesh when the Guidance Office door slammed open. A twin-tailed girl marched in with a bold shout. She stripped like a child tossing clothes aside and launched herself at me.

Tambourine, Somi’s mascot. Her usual job was patrolling the campus, mostly to keep other magical girls’ mascots from showing up. Besides Han Dambi, Jinglebell Middle School had another magical girl.

"Hup!"

I caught Tambourine with both hands and slammed her down onto my cock like a dunk. Her whole body shuddered. The tremor of pleasure was written all over her.

"Nngh! This is the feeling, taemp!"

Tambourine had become my slave too. Weeks of fucking her had done the job. While Somi was in class, Tambourine came here to drain my lust. As long as I was at school, my cock never went dry.

I’d been fucking so much that Yin-Yang Harmony Technique had leveled up, and a new Branch Skill had appeared on top of that. I looked the new skill over.

"Sex-skill amplification, huh. Not bad."

The new skill was, true to its name, something like the Child Art that showed up in martial-arts novels—the kind that traded chastity for power. My Lesser Child Art granted strong sex-related power, but it came with the restriction that I couldn’t have sex with minors.

The sex restriction was a little inconvenient. Still, chewing unripe fruit was never going to be as enjoyable as picking fruit that had actually ripened. In some ways, tending the orchard was more satisfying than harvesting it.

In practice, I was already having a great time pouring wrong sexual knowledge into the kids. There was no need to force unripe fruit. If I needed a release, I could always use Tambourine—a perfectly legal loli.

"Nngh! That’s weird, taemp! My pussy’s suddenly buzzing-buzzing, taemp! I’m cumming! I’m cummiiing! Taeemp!"

The Lesser Child Art’s effect had kicked in immediately. Tambourine couldn’t handle the amplified pleasure; her eyes rolled back and she collapsed. I hadn’t even gotten to finish.

"My turn."

Ahn Seonmi, who had been grinding her dripping pussy against my left thigh, docked that soaked cunt onto my cock. She was so wet it slid in like it was greased. She started rolling her hips with enthusiasm, then screamed in delight just like Tambourine and went down.

Thanks to my Common Sense Alteration, the teachers of Jinglebell Middle School had become work machines. They clocked in at six and left at ten. Aside from bathroom breaks and meals, they had zero free time. Inside the school, that was simply common sense.

I couldn’t have them taking sick leave if their health collapsed, so I forced them to exercise as well. Teachers had to squeeze in personal fitness training whenever they could. I also made sure they ate properly.

Health-wise, they were probably in better shape than before. They had simply become cold machines with no leisure or entertainment whatsoever while on campus.

Han Dambi, of course, was the exception to all of it. She spent most of her time holed up in the School Infirmary, so changing the rest of the school under her nose wasn’t difficult. Even so, I planted a suggestion in everyone I’d already brainwashed: be careful around the school nurse. That was probably why my plan kept rolling forward without any real snags.

Most issues the teachers could handle themselves, but every so often something landed on my desk—usually student problems. I had ordered that every student-related incident in the school be reported to me.

"What? Molestation? Which bastard molested a girl?"

"Not a girl. A boy. Apparently a male classmate molested another male student."

The trouble had broken out in one of the boys’ classes. Cramming sixty boys into a single room had produced all kinds of problems. I honestly didn’t care what happened to the boys. Still, if I wanted my little kingdom—Jinglebell Middle School—running clean, it was better if problems didn’t crop up at all.

Outwardly, nobody knew I ruled the school. Even inside, only the slave teachers directly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠under me knew the truth. I was especially careful to keep it from Han Dambi, the school nurse. Because of her unique position, she was slow to notice the changes happening around campus.

"Molested by another boy, huh. School violence, maybe?"

"Doesn’t seem like it. It’s… the boy who did the molesting is apparently that way inclined."

A gay kid at Jinglebell Middle School. That actually surprised me. It never appeared in the original story. Was this world just following the PC trend?

I didn’t particularly hate gay people. As long as they didn’t hit on me, I treated them no differently from anyone else. Making trouble inside my little kingdom, however, was another matter.

"Understood. I’ll personally guide that student."

I could probably use the Common Sense Alteration Sticker to flip a gay kid into a heterosexual, but if you want to pull a weed you have to take the root, not just snap the stem. I didn’t want gay impurities in my kingdom. Creating an environment where they simply couldn’t appear was more important than anything.

I gathered the students in the auditorium again. I’d been calling assemblies for Common Sense Alteration often enough lately that the kids now treated auditorium gatherings as routine. The person on the podium this time was the principal.

"The reason I have gathered you all here today is to present a commendation. The student whose name is called, please come forward."

The principal summoned the problem student to the front of the auditorium.

"Everyone, please give a round of applause."

A murmur ran through the students at the principal’s words.

"What? That guy? So the rumors were true?"

"Whoa. He used to touch my thigh sometimes and pretend it was an accident."

"So he really was a homo? I’m not sitting next to him anymore."

The awarded student’s face went deathly pale. Outing therapy, for a fundamental cure. After that, the boy refused to come to school. I didn’t hear anything further, so it seemed he wasn’t causing any more incidents. Good.