The Meat Toilet's Morning Routine
An Minseo licked her lips, complaining that it was a shame to let the semen leaking from her pussy go to waste. She said if she had a proper plug, she would have stuffed it in to keep everything inside. And separately from that, her belly—especially the lower part where her womb presumably sat—bulged out noticeably, making her look like a woman in the early-to-mid stages of pregnancy.
My mind had been hazy from the pleasure earlier, but now I faintly recalled her muttering something about pregnancy. She really seemed to want to enjoy the irresponsible thrill of getting knocked up. In this world, women had absolutely nothing to lose from pregnancy, so it was a thought and action only they could afford.
“Originally I wanted to get you pregnant nice and slow♡ But all the Discipline Department bitches are doing it, so it feels unfair if I’m the only one who can’t♡ Right? You’re my sex slave♡ So I should do it too♡ Don’t you think so?”
“…Y-yes… M-Master…”
Whether getting pregnant would ruin the life of her so-called sex slave even further didn’t matter to her. An Minseo’s logic was simple: since she called him her sex slave, she was going to get pregnant too.
Still, the Discipline Department told me to handle an abortion or not on my own, but An Minseo says I absolutely have to give birth… Who’s actually more vicious here…?
The Discipline Department, who beat my stomach every single day but didn’t care whether I aborted or not. And An Minseo, who didn’t hit me today but threatened to kill me if I got an abortion. For a moment, I genuinely wondered which of them was worse.
If I thought about the immediate pain, the Discipline Department were incomparable pieces of shit. But when I considered my future life, An Minseo seemed far more evil.
Ah… Maybe An Minseo figures my life is already ruined anyway, so it doesn’t really matter? Well… she’s not exactly wrong…
While I was lost in these random thoughts, An Minseo straightened her clothes and told me it was time to head to the academy. I was about to wash my face quickly when I suddenly needed to piss. The moment I said I had to take a leak, she pulled out her phone and started recording.
“What are you doing? Hurry up and piss. We’re running out of time.”
Despite her cold words, when I looked at her face, she wore a flushed expression full of strange excitement and curiosity. Last time, Lee Jieun had secretly filmed me pissing too. Now An Minseo was openly trying to do the same. The only difference was that one had been caught sneaking it, while the other was doing it right in front of me…
“This video, I mean. Should I upload it to a porn site and make some pocket money…? I need to earn back those five million won…”
And unlike Lee Jieun, who came from a rich chaebol family and never thought about making money off my videos, this was the crucial difference…
“…Huh? …What?! N-no, that’s…”
“Ah, I’m just kidding. Kidding… But if I mosaic your eyes, no one would know it’s you, right…? And even if your face doesn’t show properly, your body and skin are so fucking hot that it’d probably get tons of views…”
“…No… I-I mean, still…”
“Ugh, fine. I said it was a joke. Hurry up and piss. We’re going to be late.”
“…Y-yes…”
I was forced to piss while being filmed live on camera, then pulled up my pants. After that, An Minseo grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to school.
“Haa♡ I really have to go now♡ You fucking bastard♡ When I text you, answer immediately. If you ignore me again, I’ll seriously kill you, got it?”
I parted ways with An Minseo and headed to my own classroom. Right until the moment we separated, she kept groping and kneading my ass the entire way. She finally let go with clear reluctance and went to her own class.
When I arrived at my classroom, I barely made it before the bell. Our homeroom teacher, the blonde Park Hyeji, gave me a look that asked why I was so late. I just lowered my head and pretended not to notice. Park Hyeji didn’t say anything else, but her expression made it obvious she knew exactly what I’d been doing. It was that annoying, condescending look—like she was looking down on me as a lesser being.
She was definitely thinking something like, Meat toilet rag bastard. Probably got fucked somewhere again.
Since it was the truth, I couldn’t even make excuses. That just made me even more irritated.
“Today we’re going to study the evolution of hunters across generations. Instead of me lecturing, there’s a good video lecture, so we’ll watch that.”
“Teacher, again? We watched videos all last week too~!”
“Shut up. Just watch it if I tell you to. So damn noisy.”
The girl who looked the most delinquent in class joked with Park Hyeji. And even though Park Hyeji pretended to be angry, she responded in a slightly playful way. It seemed like they were building rapport between teacher and students. Come to think of it, the age gap between Park Hyeji and the students wasn’t that big. In a way, it felt less like teacher and pupil and more like senior and junior.
“Still~ The other classes are actually getting lectures~ And they do practical training too~”
“Shut it. You can’t even play games properly.”
“Ugh… That’s too mean…”
“Wait, weren’t you really Challenger back in the day? Be honest. You used a booster, didn’t you? How the hell do you lose to me when I’m only Diamond? You’re ugly, short, and your tits are tiny. No wonder you suck at games too.”
Despite Park Hyeji’s words, the female student was actually quite pretty, fairly tall, and had pretty big breasts. Of course, she was still a bit lacking compared to Park Hyeji.
“…Ugh, Teacher~! Seriously! I only played a few support games for you… and now you’re saying this in front of everyone, especially the boys, with people watching… Don’t you know what support gaming means…?”
When the delinquent-looking girl said “especially the boys,” she kept glancing at me shyly. Why was she looking at me? What did I do? Did my opinion matter?
Now that I thought about it, ever since a certain point, the girls had been staring at me a lot. It wasn’t just today—it started after I got hit with the Shota’s Curse. More precisely, right after my appearance stats and body stats were maxed out to S+ and applied immediately.
Whenever I looked around the classroom, there were so many girls who met my eyes. Most of them would pretend they hadn’t been looking or quickly turn away with embarrassed expressions.
Anyway, when that girl kept glancing at me nervously, Park Hyeji looked back and forth between us with a strange gaze. Then she grinned widely and burst out laughing.
“Puhahaha. Support? You said it was support gaming? Fine. After school today, follow me to the computer room. I’ll wipe the floor with you again.”
The early-twenty-something students and the mid-twenties teacher seemed to bond easily over computer games. Hmm, I actually play some games too… Especially since they’re talking about ranks, it sounds like League. Heh. Thanks to my friends, I somehow managed to climb to Diamond. Of course, I kept failing to reach Master…
“Deal! But if I win, you have to do practical training for every class from now on, okay?”
“Hahaha. Fine, you bitch.”
An impromptu bet between Park Hyeji and the female student was made on the spot. The girls in class were all excited and buzzing with chatter. The boys didn’t really understand computer games, but they smiled along since the girls were so happy.
I, on the other hand, was just thinking about when Park Hyeji and Choi Seoa would fuck me today.
Park Hyeji logged into a video site and played an episode titled Kim Aram’s Hunter Education Lecture ep.17 – Generational Characteristics of Hunters.
“This auntie actually gives good lectures.”
That was Park Hyeji’s defense. On the large display that doubled as a blackboard, a pretty older woman appeared and began the lecture. Park Hyeji had called her “auntie,” but she looked around the same age—mid-to-late twenties at most. Well… that was a very Park Hyeji way of speaking. She’d probably throw a fit if someone called her “auntie,” but she had no problem calling others that.
Kim Aram’s Hunter Education Lecture ep.17 – Generational Characteristics of Hunters
“Hello everyone. Nice to meet you. Today, we’ll be looking at how the main ability indicators for hunters have changed across generations.”
The lecturer on screen told the students to underline the important parts and prepare to take notes. She said those with good memories could just memorize it, but she didn’t believe in rote memorization. She preferred understanding-based memorization.
“What did the first generation value in a hunter’s main abilities? They simply valued raw fighting power. So what does that mean? Firepower, mobility, and defense. In a brutal fight where people are beating the shit out of each other, the side with better firepower, mobility, and defense ultimately wins.”
The lecturer displayed a chart on one side of the screen.
“There’s a famous tactical saying that insufficient firepower can be compensated for with mobility. But that’s an advanced topic, so we’ll skip it for now. You’ll learn how to handle situations where firepower is lacking in the advanced course later. Anyway, the first generation’s ability standards from the 1900s were firepower, mobility, and defense.”