Hana's Transformation Project
Not long after the harem meeting for Hana's makeover, I visited her secret lab at school.
"Is this Teacher Hana's secret lab?"
"It's not really a lab—just my personal space. The actual lab's at home."
"Shall we go in, then?"
With that, the door opened, and Teacher Hana and I stepped inside.
The room was... a total disaster, in a word. Scattered machine parts tossed around haphazardly, countless monitors that seemed to surveil the school, and dust that greeted us both with open arms.
"Cough! Cough! T-Teacher? Haven't you been using this place lately?"
"No, I was here until three days ago. Something wrong?"
"Then this dust..."
"Hmm... probably because I haven't cleaned."
She brushed off some dust casually as she said it, then plopped down in a chair like it was no big deal. I was speechless at how naturally she did it.
"D-Doesn't it make it hard to find things when it's this messy?"
"Not at all. It's all in my head."
She looked perfectly fine with it, and a terrifying thought flashed through my mind. Wait... does her house look like this too?
"Um... Teacher... just to check... your house isn't like this too, is it...?"
"Yeah, pretty similar."
Her shocking answer left me speechless. But I couldn't zone out—I had to act fast.
"Let's start with your house, then."
I called for the limo and headed straight to her place. She rented two nearby officetels—one as a lab, the other as home. And what I saw there... it was beyond worst-case. Past dangerous, even. At least there wasn't rotting food garbage making it repulsive—that was a small mercy, I guess?
Convinced she needed drastic intervention, I called Mio.
"Hey... Mio-ya... come over with Ayoung... It's not sexual—something else where you two need to team up... Yeah... bring the cleaning expert too, please."
Soon Mio and Ayoung arrived at Hana's place thanks to my call. They took one look and mirrored my horrified expression.
"Is this... a warehouse?"
"Shall we help clean Teacher's warehouse? It can't be good for your health."
No, girls... that's where she lives.
As their inspection continued, even more shocking revelations poured out.
"Oh my god!? Teacher, you only use lotion?"
"Huh? Isn't lotion all anyone uses?"
"Not at all! I apply seven different nourishing creams every morning!"
"Y-You have to go that far?"
Another plus for Teacher Hana: superior genes that kept her stunning despite minimal care.
"Teacher... your fridge is full of nothing but instant food—how do you eat?"
"Just whatever instant stuff... moderately."
"Teacher... that'll ruin your body fast..."
Another plus added: an amazing constitution that held up despite that diet.
"I get why Jintae called us now."
"Me too. Mio-unnie..."
We all sighed, while Teacher Hana sweated bullets behind us.
Who knew her hidden daily life from the original story was this pathetic? Drastic measures were needed.
"With that in mind, let's kick off the first joint operation of the Jintae Family: the [Hana Teacher Transformation] meeting."
First Joint Harem Operation
I dragged Teacher Hana to the penthouse by force and assembled everyone. Mio took charge in front of the display like a true conference leader.
"Ugh... being the test subject... not exciting at all."
"Quiet! Teacher Hana, now that you're an honored member of Jintae's harem, I can't tolerate anything less than beauty!"
"I'm a scientist, though."
"Research is research! This is this!"
Mio, all disciplined and fierce-eyed, glared at her. Teacher Hana shriveled completely and retreated to the sofa corner.
Sweet Ayoung, embracing everyone, chimed in.
"Even for research, you need to stay healthy, Teacher. If you're unhealthy and get pregnant like Yuri-unnie later, it could harm the baby."
"T-That so..."
Yuri-unnie sat beside me, stroking her belly as she watched the meeting. At three weeks pregnant, she needed total rest, and we were all on high alert for her.
Hana, whose maternal instincts had kicked in and prioritized the baby, seemed hit hard by Ayoung's words. She glanced at Yuri-unnie, steeled herself, and said,
"Got it, Ayoung-ah, Mio-ya... Not exciting, but for the baby, I'll try!"
Satisfied, Mio fired up her prepared PPT.
When did she prep that?
"Then, role assignments."
The first slide popped up, showing Teacher Hana's body data and required workouts.
"Jihye and Yuna, handle Teacher's exercise. Train her thoroughly to purge waste and bad posture—without injury."
"Understood, Mio-nim."
"Got it, Mio-unnie!"
The harem girls had bonded, chatting sister-to-sister, getting closer.
Thus, Yuna and Jihye took exercise duty. Jihye, bored lately without sex as her main gig, lit up with enthusiasm.
The second slide showed her needed nutrients.
"Ayoung, handle Teacher's diet and habits. No instants allowed."
"Yes, Mio-unnie♥"
The third slide listed skin clinics I'd never heard of. Mio turned to Julia.
"Julia-unnie, take Teacher to our skin clinics."
"Yes! Got it, Mio♥"
Roles assigned, only Yuri-unnie left.
"Nothing for me?"
"Yuri-unnie..."
Mio started to assign but shook her head at the belly.
"Focus on prenatal care. Oh—and give Teacher mom-to-be advice."
"Got it."
With roles set, Mio addressed all.
"I'm busy with group work but will join when I can. Everyone, do your best. Let's transform Teacher Hana!"
It felt like a major corporate meeting—if only it wasn't just about one person.
But Mio's seriousness infected everyone; they all looked grave. And so, the [Hana Teacher Transformation Project] began.
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"J-Jihye-ya... do I have to keep running?"
"Teacher, that's only ten minutes. Ten more."
Daily, Teacher Hana endured an hour of Jihye's relentless workouts. Unsurprisingly out of shape, she needed tons of help. Jihye, whose stamina uniquely matched mine even in sex, squeezed every drop out of her.
"Yuna-ya... this hurts too much... is it right?"
"Yes. Fixing your tilted pelvis will make your lines pop even more."
Post-cardio came yoga, pilates, and posture corrections. Yuna, familiar with it, guided her through full-body fixes like pelvis and turtle neck.
"A-Ayoung-ah, is this really drinkable?"
"Yes♥"
"Too bitter."
"Natural juice with salad greens, spinach, green grapes, carrots, etc. Bitter but daily for health and skin♥"
"Can't skip...?"
"No♥"
"Uuu..."
We'd forcibly moved her to the penthouse. Home meant Ayoung's diet regime: no junk, only fresh, healthy foods and juices. We all joined in, boosting everyone's health.
"Julia-nim, just lie here?"
"Yes! Just receive the doctors' skin course."
"Phew, good."
Julia took her to their—and now the harem's—clinics. No self-torture like exercise, so Teacher relaxed, but...
"Next, special massage shop Mio and I go to for full-body, then department store shopping. And..."
Endless beauty care; Julia dragged her everywhere for total pampering, leaving her exhausted at home.
Weeks passed like that.
Yuri and Hana knew each other as teachers—not super close, but becoming Jintae's women bonded them into the harem's tightest pair, sharing feelings.
"Yuri-ya, I'm dying..."
"It's all for you, unnie. And I told you at school—tidy up a bit."
"Uuu... research-only life was way easier."
Hana clung to Yuri, whining. Yuri stroked her belly with a gentle smile.
"But isn't now better? You seemed lonely back then, unnie—even if you didn't say it."
"Me?"
"Yeah... always hiding, alone. I like this Hana-unnie better."
"Y-You were hiding and suffering alone too!"
"Hehe... true. That's why I'm happy now, unnie."
Yuri rubbed her belly. Curious, Hana asked,
"...How's the baby?"
"Growing well. Six weeks now—belly's a bit bigger, some nausea, but everyone's help makes it fine."
"You'll be a great mom, Yuri... Can I?"
"Honestly... I wondered if I could too. But with Jintae... and everyone... the babies will be happy for sure."
Hana rarely cared about others, but vividly remembered cold Yuri—fellow world-detached soul with hidden goals. That's why she stuck in memory, why this bond felt miraculous.
"I'll... try harder, Yuri-ya."
"Yes, I'll cheer you on, Hana-unnie."
Not thrilled about prettifying herself, but baby health? That sparked real interest.
With heavy steps, Hana headed for workout.
Heavy steps indeed.
Four weeks flew by. That day arrived.