Chapter 15: The Cult of Humiliation
Jin-seok drew in the dank air of the goshiwon, a sinister smile curling at his lips. Every flicker of the old fluorescent light made his shadow writhe grotesquely over the walls plastered with photos of Siyeon. His fingers, now a sculptor's chisel carving her soul to pieces, etched new laws of hell into the Author's Note.
Chapter 3 World Load Complete: 'Public Assistant Academy - Lewd Student Teacher'
'Forced Duty Performance' - Siyeon holds the status of a 'public educational tool' obligated to sexually serve every male in the academy. However, while performing her 'student teacher' role, she cannot halt the lecture or writing for any violation. Any error in a single word or pause triggers direct electric torture penalty to her spine.
'Milk's Allure' - The breasts modified in Chapter 2 now constantly emit pheromones and mana that drive men into a frenzy. Any male inhaling this scent loses rationality, consumed solely by the urge to impregnate Siyeon.
'Visual Dissociation' - Siyeon's vision does not mosaic student faces or depict them as monsters. They appear solely as men resembling Jihun or even more attractive, crumbling her moral defenses.
Siyeon opened her eyes to find herself at the lectern in a prim gray suit jacket and a silk blouse stretched taut over her bursting breasts. The chalkboard bore the cold words 'Ethics: Human Dignity and Value', but the classroom air had already thickened into a beastly miasma of sweat and rutting heat from thirty burly male students. Instead of textbooks, they leered openly at her swollen chest and the spreading wet stains on her blouse, blatantly jerking off.
"To... today's lesson is... moral values and... human..."
The moment Siyeon's trembling lips parted, a front-row student shot up his hand with a mocking grin. Through the system's trickery, his face appeared to her as Jihun in his twenties.
"Teacher, got a question. If you're teaching ethics, why's that fishy, sweet smell pouring from your tits nonstop? Smells like a bitch in heat or a mom's milk. You squeezing them out to show us? Isn't that 'dignity' inside you really forged from dozens of loads of cum?"
The classroom erupted in crude jeers and laughter. Humiliation scorched Siyeon's body, but the permanent setting implanted from the cleared novel—[Permanent Setting: Forced Arousal from Lewd Gazes]—activated mercilessly. Her thighs quivered against her will, hot juices gushing between her legs to soak her panties and drip down to her heels.
"Th-that's... Ahh! ❤️❤️"
Three students vaulted onto the lectern, ripping open her blouse buttons with rough tugs. Amid the popping sounds, her thin lace bra—drenched in milk and sweat—spilled into view. Her forcibly exposed breasts, grotesquely enlarged by the modifications, squirted white jets of milk with every brutal pinch of her nipples, splattering the ethics textbook and attendance sheet on the desk.
"Ohooo~ ❤️❤️ Clothes, nooo~ ❤️ Milk... milk won't stooop~ ❤️ Gonna cum~ ❤️❤️"
Siyeon clung to the chalkboard edge, nails splintering, moaning as she endured. Her modified body traitorously converted the shameful stimulation into ultra-concentrated pleasure exploding in her brain. Her reason screamed "No, Jihun!", but her neurons fired fireworks of ecstasy wherever their hands groped.
"Haa... haa... ❤️ No... lesson... gotta finish the lesson... Ungh! ❤️❤️"
Tears welling, she gripped the chalk with shaking hands and continued writing. Ironically, the words she scrawled amid leaking milk spelled 'human dignity'. From behind, one student hiked up her skirt, shredded her panties, and slammed his cock into her tight slit.
In reality, Jihun stared at Jin-seok's profile in Hacker K's dim workshop. Kim Jin-seok—a total nobody, unemployed drifter haunting Seoul's outskirts goshiwons, aspiring third-rate novelist. No connection whatsoever to Jihun or Siyeon.
"Bro, this guy's... got zero ties to you two. Just picked up a random phone off the street and kicked off this madness. Cracked his hard drive—tons of traces of him collecting pics of other people besides Siyeon for his novel 'material'."
A chill raced up Jihun's spine. If it were a grudge, he'd understand. But Jin-seok had simply chosen Siyeon as 'Onahole No. 1' for his virtual world—pure amusement. Treating others' lives as mere toys for his excretion made Jihun's stomach churn.
"...This worm... treated Siyeon like a goddamn plaything?"
Jihun watched his wife on-screen, arms pinned by students as they mauled her breasts—yet refusing to drop the chalk. Milk dripped from the lectern underside amid crawling hands. Rage surged; he swung a fist at the laptop screen, nearly shattering it. The bastard was twisting Jihun's love—his very life—into the vilest 'text' for sport.
(One Month Later in the Novel)
A month had passed in novel time. Now Siyeon entered with her blouse fully unbuttoned, tits brazenly bare. Resistance only brought system's brutal shocks and students' crueler 'punishments'—and worse, her body now craved this gang violation and cum warmth like a drug.
"Teacher, today's theme 'Perfect Submission', right? Fill your womb with our loads first, then start. Spread 'em wide at the board and shake that ass."
"This cock's amaaazing, ohoook ❤️ Brain... brain's meltingggg ❤️ Teacher can't live without students nowww!! ❤️❤️"
"Glans scraping my womb walls creaaak creaaak ❤️❤️ Nooo, deeper... pound deeper!! ❤️❤️ Cum... more cuuuum!! ❤️❤️❤️"
"Clothes ❤️❤️ Cumming ❤️ Cum's coooming ❤️❤️ Womb twitching for seed even without a babyyy!! ❤️❤️❤️ Ngghhh ❤️❤️❤️"
Siyeon drowned in near-faint ecstasy as dozens of students flooded her womb with hot, musky loads. The Chapter 2 setting—[Womb Craving Creampies]—had devolved into an excretion organ that found ultimate relief not in husband Jihun's seed, but nameless virtual thugs'.
Chapter 3 Progress: 40% Breached
Character 'Siyeon' social self destroyed over 80%. Now self-identifies as 'public breeding sow', everyday speech replaced with lewd moans.
Jin-seok, alerted in real-time that Jihun was hot on his trail, cackled in supreme glee. He pressed the phone lens tight to Siyeon's cum-, spit-, and milk-smeared face.
"Siyeon-ah, look. Your hubby Jihun's out there killing to find you. But you don't even know who he is, right? I don't know you either. Look at you now. When hubby shows up, should I make you shove these milky tits in his face?"
Siyeon's glazed, unfocused mind pleaded toward the screen's Jin-seok like a bitch begging her master's praise.
"Author-nim... tell him not to come... ❤️ Jihun can't see this... ❤️ Please send him away... Students' cocks feel too gooood right now... don't wanna go baaack~ ❤️❤️... Ungh!"
"Woooh~ ❤️ Cock sliding in agaaain~ ❤️!"
Jin-seok burst into mad laughter and emailed the video to Jihun's personal account. At the end, a caption floated: [Chapter 3 Clear Condition: Ravaged by students before husband Jihun's eyes, confess 'My true master is the Author'].
Chapter 3: Ravaged by students before husband Jihun's eyes, confess 'My true master is the Author'.
Jihun wept blood tears at his phone screen, staring at his wife's wretched confession and eerie smile. He floored the accelerator toward the abandoned school on Seoul's outskirts where the bastard's final signal pinged. Fury reddened his vision, blurring the lanes—but his instincts pointed straight to hell's heart.