Reversing the Initiation Ritual
The seniors, who had been surrounding us just moments ago, now sat in a circle around the center of the room—in the exact opposite formation. A few tried to bolt, but with their sluggish bodies, it was a pipe dream. There wasn't a single top-tier academy powerhouse on their side like Scarlett.
"Ugh! You think the academy will let this slide!?"
The bear beastkin cub spat out some idiotic drivel. Guess that beastkin DNA had seeped all the way into his brain.
"So you seniors think you can pull off this initiation crap and walk away scot-free? Wanna get expelled together? A few years of your academy life down the drain—just poof."
Guys with connections wouldn't get expelled over something this minor. It was pure bluff on my part.
Normally, they'd see right through it, but nailing that eerie atmosphere had been spot-on—their judgment was shot. Some seniors trembled, averting their eyes.
I was just a first-year; they were at least third- or fourth-years. In a game of chicken, who had more to lose was obvious.
"Ugh... Is this really okay?"
One freshman voiced his anxiety. But his worry changed nothing in this mess.
The freshmen were crushed under my momentum, turning into convenient pawns. Some even seemed to enjoy it—getting to toy with seniors right after joining the student council? Fair enough.
"Gotta say, it's surprising the student council pulls stunts like this. Is this really a student council tradition?"
I glanced at the kneeling seniors. They were all tight-lipped like their mouths were glued shut. Fine, then—time to pry them open by force. I approached the alluring beastkin senior and grabbed her tail.
"Eek~!"
"No plans to answer my questions?"
"Ughhh... Truth is, this is our Ilsuhwe's tradition..."
"Ilsuhwe? What's that?"
"A private faction within the student council. We've got three of 'em. Ours is Ilsuhwe... Now let go of my tail since I answered!"
"Need more details."
Once the beastkin senior cracked, the others followed suit. According to them, the student council looked like one big happy community on the surface, but it was split into three major factions inside:
Ilsuhwe (One Hand Society)
Baekhwa-ryeon (White Flower Lotus)
Jipjeongwon (Ruling Council)
Count in the neutral folks not aligned with any, and the council fractured into four major groups. For the record, power players like Scarlett the secretary, or the president and vice-president, belonged to none.
From the names alone, the elite students stay neutral.
The student council's real talent was all neutral. These mid-tier scrubs were the ones faction-fighting.
These private factions prized recruiting freshmen above all, which explained the stunt. They used the initiation to instill fear, then "invite" to join. Invitation in quotes—more like blackmail.
Works for me. Swallowing Ilsuhwe gives me leverage in the council.
The current Ilsuhwe president was that bear beastkin cub. Even if it was a lame faction of nobodies, having an organization made life easier. And to devour it, I'd use their own playbook.
"Hey. Grab that basin over there."
The freshman next to me rolled his eyes, fetched the basin from the floor. He clearly got how the power dynamic in this room had flipped.
I magicked the basin spotless, then filled it with booze. The kneeling seniors flinched at the sight.
Filled to the brim, I dropped my pants and pissed right in it with gusto.
"Kuhaha! All you girls, up."
"Ugh! W-wait. Can't we call it quits here? We'll apologize for earlier..."
The beastkin senior pleaded in a panic-stricken voice. I mercilessly grabbed her head and dunked it in.
"Gulp! Glub! Glub! Glub!"
"Everyone, chug a cup. We're family now, right? Hehe!"
The beastkin senior flailed wildly, but I held her face under for a full minute before pulling her out. When she surfaced, her face was smeared red with wine like blood.
"Urghk...!"
"Tasty, huh?"
She seemed weak to booze—her eyes glazed over. Or was it just drowning?
"If you don't drink on your own, I'll force it like this. Your call!?"
"Ugh! F-fine, we'll drink!"
The other female seniors finally realized I wasn't joking and gulped it down frantically. I ripped the clothes off the seniors dunking their faces in like dogs.
"Kyaaak!"
"Stay still!"
"Y-you think you'll get away with th—"
Click! Click!
The student handbook had a camera function. I put it to good use.
"Haha. Don't wanna flash your tits to the world and become campus sluts? Behave. Man, senior, you've got some attitude."
I ground my foot into the face of the demonkin senior who'd resisted me.
"Guh! Guh!"
Zero manners—dunked her for three minutes straight. Bubbles frothed up from the booze.
The other seniors and freshmen watched in silence. Sometimes you had to go hard to make 'em listen.
"You there, senior. Open wide."
"Ugh! M-me...?"
Beating one at random worked too. I hawked a loogie right into her tiny mouth.
"It's a tonic—chew and swallow."
"Hnggh...!"
Now for the male seniors.
"You guys too—strip and line up. Photo op."
"You little shit!"
The bear cub roared, eyes blazing fury.
Still got fight in him? Learning disability much? I slammed a fist into his gut as an example.
"Gack!"
He crumpled with a death rattle. I stomped his head mercilessly.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Beastkin don't get words, huh? Situation not sinking in!?"
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
"H-hey! Stop! You'll kill him!"
Even the freshmen tried reining me in. The other seniors' faces drained pale; one female even pissed herself. Half-dead bear cub in tow, I laid down more threats.
"Wanna wrap this up quick? Strip faster."
"......"
No more resistance. Not into dude nudes, but leverage makes handling them easy. And the initiation wouldn't end at nudes.
"Don't wanna see faces—head to the corner, heads down. Girls, over here."
The student council had plenty of beauties. The beastkin and demonkin seniors who'd sassed me earlier were stunners. Shame about the unkempt bush down south.
I lined them up single file.
"Not a decent groomed pussy in sight. Guess I'll handle it personally."
Handed off filming to a nearby freshman.
"You, hold this steady and shoot straight."
Prime porn material incoming. The freshman gulped, nodding. No one in this room defied me anymore.
Channeling a gardener pruning shrubs, I meticulously trimmed their long bushes one by one. Some got fully bald; others a neat outline trim.
Rare ones I liked, I left wild. The beastkin senior's, for instance.
"Senior, no more armpit grooming from now on. I'll inspect."
"What!?"
A wild tiger in thick jungle sounded tasty. Finished with the dozen-plus girls, I pulled a toy-gun-looking item from inventory.
◈ Ink and needle set for tattooing. Contains over 1,000 color variations.
◈ Love carved in stone fades, but love carved in memory lasts forever.
"Alright. Time to mark our bond on your bodies?"
"W-what's that!?"
"Simple tattoo. Doesn't hurt—don't worry."
Tattoos build loyalty. Placement? Right above the pussy, classic womb tat spot.
Ilsuhwe—one hand motif? Palm print it is.
I inked cat-paw palm prints above their pussies. Cuter than expected. Might sell in the real world.
Lined up with matching tats on display, they looked like linked nerves straight to my brain.
"Your turn, freshmen. Line up."
My gaze shifted to them.
"Huh? U-us too?"
One girl who'd helped torment seniors just now went sheet-white.
"Obviously. We're family. Let's start here."
I pissed into the emptied basin. Chin-nodded the female seniors—they topped it with booze. Tables turned again.
"Pussy checks'll take time—hurry up."
I grinned. Freshmen started chugging. Female seniors glared venomously. The demonkin who'd gotten wrecked earlier whispered:
"Why not deflower 'em too? Bet some fresh virgins in there."
Demonkin thinking—love it. She's my advisor now.
"Great idea. Everyone, strip."
All but one girl were virgins. Our initiation morphed into a deflowering rite unintended.
Some freshmen teared up, but most resigned. A few even flattered me—scheming to turn crisis into opportunity.
"Family gift."
Pulled elixirs from inventory. Harvested from Haven of Earth. Low yield for human me, but gold for other races.
"E-elixirs!? That many!?"
An impkin senior gasped. These were premium even in the Ayuin world—hard to buy with cash. But this was less than a tenth of my stock.
"Real deal?"
"Of course. Plenty—grab one each."
"For real!?"
"Yep. We're bros."
I'd become Ilsuhwe's de facto president.