A School With No Quiet Days
My goals are as follows.
First, clear Harem Route A. The harem routes in Hypnosis School weren't perfect. Some characters, like [Doctor X], couldn't be targeted in a harem path, but I wanted to drag every last one of them into my harem. No, I will drag them all in! If there's no route, make one! The path I carve is the route!!!
Second, get filthy rich. In the original story, Jintae did make some cash here and there, but it was barely a blip, nothing major. Still, this is a cutthroat capitalist world—money's what keeps you alive. And with all the kids and family on the horizon, I'd need a mountain of it. Truth is, I'd already run some tests on that front.
Ding-dong.
"Who is it?"
"Delivery!"
Click.
-Beep!-
"Ah......"
"Honey, who's there?"
-Beep!-
"Ah......"
This was the fifth apartment on our floor I'd hit. I'd thrown on some casual clothes to pass for a delivery guy, then hit them with hypnosis the second they opened the door. Simple stuff.
"Alright, you remember my little story, right?"
"Yes......"
"Tell it back to me."
"From now on...... every month...... 10% of our income...... goes to this account......"
"Roughly how much?"
"About 400,000 won......"
"Good. Make sure you deposit it religiously."
"Yes......"
Just like that, I'd hypnotized everyone on our floor except Hyeji noona's place, and started collecting 10% of their income. Check the results:
Account Balance
₩4,156,000
When I first landed here, Jintae only had about 300,000 won to his name—probably his monthly allowance from Dad. Compared to that, this was a fortune. But this was just the start. I'd rake in way more.
One issue cropped up while I was out hypnotizing folks door-to-door, though.
"(I'm not even horny at all)"
Part of it was probably from railing Ayoung senseless earlier, but even with some decent-looking housewife in front of me, I had zero urge to fuck her. After feasting on the school's top idol beauty, that smoking-hot teacher, and our building's prize MILF Hyeji noona, my standards had shot through the roof.
"Fuck it, live up to those standards."
With that, I wrapped up today's rounds. Right on cue, a text from Ayoung popped up—she must've gotten home.
Chatting with her was a breeze. Turns out the problem was never my conversation skills—it was the emotions. A depressing memory flashed by, souring my mood a bit, but Thursday night ended on a high note with texts from my first girlfriend, Ayoung.
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"Jintae-ya♥ Good morning!"
"Morning. You weren't waiting too long, right?"
"Nngh♥ Just 10 minutes... no, 15... 30 minutes at most♥♥"
The next morning, I headed to our meetup spot at the intersection, and there was Ayoung, waiting. She had a bigger bento bag than usual, and her skin looked extra glowy, like she'd put in some effort.
"Shall we?"
"Yeah♥ Let's go."
We started walking to school together. She stuck right to my side, chattering away, and I played along. I could feel the stares again—guys sneaking glances at her. And now, some aimed at me too. Yesterday they saw me as just some dude or classmate, but with her open affection on blast, we screamed "couple," and the vibes shifted.
What the hell's that combo?
Such a waste for that girl...
Stuff like that in their eyes, but it gave me a smug superiority rush. Felt good.
"So, Jintae, thinking of joining the service club or any clubs?"
"Yeah... too much on my plate right now."
"On your plate?"
"Gotta hang out with you. You against that, Ayoung?"
"No♥ Love it! Absolutely love it♥ I'll skip club for our dates too♥"
She lit up like a puppy. Tail would've been wagging like a propeller. She kept inching toward my hand, brushing it, until—
Squeeze!
"Ah♥"
I grabbed hers tight. Boyfriend service, right? We walked on, ignoring the stares. At school, we played it cooler—no hand-holding—but she stuck with me to the classroom.
Scrape... thud!
"Hey, Jihye."
"H... hey, Ayoung..."
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The awkward silence hit like yesterday—another eyeful they wished they could unsee. Jihye, usually the class clown, stared at me in shock. I headed to my seat; Ayoung dropped her bag at hers then bolted back to me.
"Oh yeah, you really packed lunch today?"
"Yeah♥ Made your favorites."
"For real? Can't wait."
"Yeah♥"
We kept the lovey-dovey vibe going even in class. Jihye watched, pouting hard, then stormed over.
"Ayoung..."
"Yeah? What's up, Jihye?"
"Step outside for a sec?"
"Talk? Can't we do it here?"
"Just a minute, c'mon."
"Okay... Be right back, Jintae-ya♥"
Ayoung left with Jihye. I shrugged it off, prepping for class and mentally mapping my day, when—
Bam!
Fuck, startled me. There they were: the class delinquents, the thug trio, one foot on my desk, smirking down at me like trash.
"Yo... chintta... we need to talk."
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The thug trio dragged me to the quiet back courtyard behind the school—a classic spot for punks to smoke or bully kids.
The leader, that red-haired bald brute—uh, Mingi, right?—glared at me.
"You think you're hot shit lately? When'd you get all buddy-buddy with Ayoung?"
"Mm... yesterday?"
"Oh yeah? So class chintta suddenly hits on my girl yesterday. That how I should take it?"
"Mm... couple questions okay?"
"Questions? What?"
"Is she your girl?"
"Duh. Who else?"
"Teacher Yuri or Jihye, maybe."
"You fuckin' lost it? Tryin' to ruin me..."
Okay, plot cleared up. In the original, this punk had a fleeting crush on Ayoung. Seeing us together set him off, so here he was, throwing a tantrum.
"Whatever. Cut the bullshit and go back to last week's loser self by end of day."
"Or what?"
"You... get fucked up..."
He spat and threatened. I just checked my phone, chill.
"Mm…………… Looks to me like you guys are the ones getting fucked."
"What? Uggyaggya!!!"
No sooner said than a taser zapped him from behind.
"What! The fuck!? Ugeegigi!!"
"Who the—!? Uwwwawa!!!"
The other two got tagged too, dropped like sacks. My pre-hypnotized school security guards—my personal CCTV crew—stepped up.
"Master Jintae, you alright?"
"Fine. You guys got tasers?"
"Yes, standard school gear. Problem?"
"Nah, perfect."
I'd messaged them en route: come quick, subdue these three. They nailed it. The punks twitched on the ground from the shocks—non-lethal, so alive and aware.
"You... crazy fuck..."
What to do with 'em? Original story just zombified them with hypnosis for a few cameos. But like these security uncles, manpower's valuable.
Decision made, I told the guards:
"Line these shits up facing me."
"Yes, sir!"
They propped up the drooling, half-fried trio.
"Guards, eyes shut. You three, look at me. Alright... kimchi."
-Beep!-
"Ah........."
Hypnosis locked in.
"Listen up. From now on, you're model citizens. No booze, no smokes, honor your parents, train like maniacs—work out, learn martial arts, forge yourselves. You think I beat the shit out of you and won, so fear me. I'm insanely strong, backed by yakuza who kill easy. No defying me, absolute obedience. Got it?"
"Yes...... Understood......"
Security uncles got company—fresh meat shields secured.
"Clap and you'll snap out. One... two..."
Clap!
"...Huh? What happened? Kueeek!"
Thwack!
"Eek!" "Uwaaak!"
"What? You were gettin' your asses handed to you by me."
"Ch-chintta!"
"Chintta? Still not enough? Send it."
Thwack! Thwack!
"S-sorry, Jintae! Forgive us!"
"Hoo... Let you off today. Watch yourselves—I'm watching."
"Y-yeah!"
"Got it!!" "Sorry, Jintae!"
I snagged their KakaoTalk IDs, warned 'em, told 'em to jump at my command, and sent 'em back to class first. They bolted like scared rabbits—pathetic, but fun show, and new pawns acquired. Off to class.
On the way, one classroom caught my eye: the corner storage room, prime for secrets and hypnosis sessions in the original. Worth a peek on principle.
Voices drifted from the secluded spot.
"Ayoung!... That's for real?"
"Yeah, Jihye... I'm dating Jintae now..."
"No way... Ayoung, why waste yourself on that chintta?!"
"Jihye, just once—don't talk about Jintae like that..."
"Ayoung..."
Suddenly, I was craving popcorn.