Chapter 68: I Became a Teacher at a Hypnosis Academy (2)
Chapter 68: I Became a Teacher at a Hypnosis Academy (2)
There was only one way to find out more about the male student named Han Yoo-seong.
‘A class observation.’
Aside from the Gate field training, there were no classes I was strictly required to lead. I had been told that I only needed to attend and observe general classes or special Hero subject classes conducted by other teachers.
In truth, there was no real reason to go, and nothing much to gain from it, so I hadn't planned on observing often. My mindset was usually to use that time to head home early instead. But now that things had turned out like this, I had no choice but to take it seriously.
‘Let’s see, which classes can I observe...’
Of course, there were classes I couldn't attend. It was mostly the civilian teachers who wanted me there; they often felt overwhelmed by the intense pressure exerted by the Hero trainees' unique superpowers and needed my presence to balance things out. The veteran teachers who were former Heroes themselves didn't really feel that way.
Because of this, the list of classes I could participate in was already organized. I filtered for Class 7, where Han Yoo-seong was enrolled, and added the condition that I had to be able to go in today. Only one option remained.
‘History class?’
It would be great if I could see Han Yoo-seong’s true colors in this class.
With that thought, I immediately called the teacher in charge of class observations.
*
As expected, the moment I appeared, the classroom was sucked into a vortex of chaos. The presence of an active Hero observing a class was more than enough to draw every student's attention.
“Ex-excuse me! Please give me an autograph just once!”
“I don’t know if you remember me, but I joined your fan cafe, bought all your goods, and even asked for a photo last time...”
“Are you taking the class with us today? Or are you here as a special teacher?!”
“Hey, use your head. Why would Magical Girl Floss take a class with us? This isn't a variety show.”
“Ah, ahaha...”
I laughed awkwardly, answering the students' questions one by one. Seeing it like this, it felt strange to actually experience being in the position of a teacher.
‘Just a few days ago, I was a university student myself.’
I knew many of these people were around my age, or even older. But perhaps it was the nature of being in a school. Thinking of myself as the teacher and the people gathered around me as students made me feel a little puff of pride in my chest.
“Now, now, everyone. Class is about to start, so please take your seats. You’re making things difficult for the teacher.”
As the break drew to a close, I finally had to speak up. I noticed a beautiful female teacher, appearing to be in her early thirties, had slipped into the classroom unnoticed and was quietly waiting by the podium. She was likely the history teacher.
“Oh, hello...!”
“We look forward to your class today!”
After dismissing the students, I shared a brief greeting with the history teacher. There wasn't much for me to do in an observation like this, so it ended with a polite greeting and a brief briefing on a few things I needed to know.
But then, for some reason, the history teacher’s expression darkened as she began to speak.
“Um, there’s one thing I’m worried about.”
“Yes?”
“Actually, I didn't ask for an observation for no reason...”
Suddenly, right before class started?
I was a bit flustered, but I decided to listen. It might have something to do with the student I was looking for, Han Yoo-seong.
“You might have heard this from the Class 7 homeroom teacher, but in my case... it felt even stranger.”
“Stranger? Come to think of it, the homeroom teacher did mention that she doesn't remember much after visiting Class 7.”
“There’s that, but... how should I put it? The younger female teachers have been feeling something similar lately. After leaving Class 7, for some reason... our bodies feel hot, or our heads ache... and fluid, just...”
“Fluid?”
“You know. A woman’s... that.”
Only then did I understand, letting out an “Ah.” It wasn't exactly the kind of language for a setting like this, but basically...
‘They’re going into heat.’
If it wasn't just one person but several feeling the same way, there had to be a reason. Furthermore, it was even more suspicious that the older Class 7 homeroom teacher was unaffected while only the younger female teachers frequently fell into a state of arousal.
‘Could this be Han Yoo-seong’s superpower?’
Meanwhile, as I spoke with the history teacher, I stole a glance toward Han Yoo-seong’s seat. He was sitting at the very edge of the classroom, in the corner.
His bangs were grown long, making it impossible to tell if he was looking this way. He seemed to be nodding off. However, one thing was becoming certain: this abnormal phenomenon the female teachers were experiencing was likely related to Han Yoo-seong.
‘But arousal?’
Would my instincts really be blaring such a strong warning just because of a superpower that makes women go into heat? No matter how much I thought about it, that didn't seem right. If I were this wary of mere arousal, I would have been terrified of the Aphrodisiac King too.
‘It’s also strange that he entered the Hero Academy with an arousal ability.’
The Hero Academy was a fairly rigorous institution. It was hard to understand how someone with an arousal ability could have tricked their way in using telepathy. In the first place, could an ability that just makes women horny even be used for Hero activities?
‘And it’s weird to use such a power just to play pranks on teachers.’
The more I thought about it, the more questions piled up. The history teacher seemed to think a student with arousal or a similar type of superpower was humiliating the female teachers, but I thought differently.
‘There’s something. Something I don’t know yet.’
I moved to the very back of the classroom, behind the row where Han Yoo-seong sat, and took a seat. I intended to observe him from here.
Since I was observing, there was a chance nothing would happen today. However, if he was the type to commit such outrages against female teachers during class, there was a high probability he would go through with it regardless of my presence.
‘...I wonder what it is.’
At this point, I was actually getting a little expectant. To be honest, I had been fantasizing ever since I heard the word "arousal" from the history teacher’s mouth.
I thought that maybe, during my time at the Academy, I might be able to enjoy some defeat play without the risk of my life being ruined.
‘Of course, I’ll have to see more to be sure.’
For a while, the class proceeded without any major issues. I wasn't particularly interested in history, so I had to keep stifling yawns, but since there were no situations where the Hero trainees were acting out or looking down on the teacher, my presence seemed to serve its purpose.
It felt like a perfectly normal history class. If even I was struggling to keep my eyes open, imagine the other students. Half of them were already fast asleep, and Han Yoo-seong was no exception.
“Now, now, everyone~ wake up!”
Perhaps because she was still quite young, the history teacher still had passion for her lessons. She clapped her hands to wake the sleeping students. While the students woke up one by one with groans of sleepiness or by stretching, there was one man who remained regally ensconced in a deep slumber.
“Come on, Yoo-seong! Wake up!”
Since everyone else was getting up and he was the only one still asleep, he couldn't help but stand out. My gaze naturally drifted toward Han Yoo-seong. More accurately, toward the history teacher as she approached him, her heels clicking on the floor.
“I said, wake up~?!”
Finally, the history teacher balled her hand into a fist and rapped on the desk to wake him. It reminded me of my high school days, and just as the tension was beginning to ease into a sense of nostalgia...
“Ugh... I’m sleepy.”
It wasn't anything major. Han Yoo-seong rubbed his eyes and stood up, making no effort to hide his annoyance. Then, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it out toward the history teacher, displaying a strange screen.
...That was all.
“Eh?”
The history teacher stepped back, flustered. She looked bewildered, as if wondering what he wanted her to do. I also straightened my posture, looking back and forth between Han Yoo-seong and the teacher.
“What is the meaning of this...?”
“Just look at the phone screen.”
At Han Yoo-seong’s calm, languid voice, the history teacher stared at the smartphone screen as if possessed. For a moment, her pupils repeatedly dilated and contracted, and soon, her eyes gave off a vacant, thoughtless stare.
“Just do your lesson, Teacher. Don't bother waking me up.”
“...Understood.”
What is this? What exactly is happening? My body flinched instinctively. Should I step in now?
It was certain that something bizarre was unfolding. It was clearly abnormal for a person to suddenly go blank just from being shown a phone screen, and to follow a student’s rude commands without any resistance.
‘Should I take that phone away?’
My conviction as a Hero telling me I had to move right now clashed with my reason telling me I needed to watch the situation first to judge how to respond. While I stood there hesitating, Han Yoo-seong stopped the history teacher as she was trying to return to the podium.
“Aren't you going to greet me properly? After being such a nuisance.”
“...Ah, I’m sorry.”
Who was being a nuisance to whom? Han Yoo-seong spat out a ridiculous sophistry and flicked his finger. What was even more absurd was that the history teacher obediently listened and walked back to stand in front of him.
And then, without even realizing anything was wrong, she lifted her skirt in front of Han Yoo-seong and showed him her panties.
‘What in the...!’
My eyes widened in shock, but Han Yoo-seong simply smirked as if satisfied and patted the history teacher’s crotch with his palm.
“That’s it. A cock sleeve should act like a cock sleeve. You learned that, didn't you?”
“Yeees...! Yoo-seong’s cock sleeve number 27 will now take her leave...!”
Before the shock of this absurd sight could even fade, Han Yoo-seong spun around and looked toward where I was.
“Y-you... what on earth are you doing...!”
“Ah, come to think of it, I haven't put it on Floss-ssi yet.”
Suddenly, I realized that even though this was happening, the other students in the classroom didn't seem to perceive anything as strange.
I see. Could it be that everyone here... has fallen victim to Han Yoo-seong’s ‘hypnosis’ ability?
“You, don't tell me, hypnosis...!”
“Yes, yes. That’s enough of that. ‘Nothing happening here today is the least bit strange or awkward. Han Yoo-seong is a perfectly normal, ordinary student, and you must never harm him in any way.’ Got it?”
Before I knew it, his flashing phone screen was back in my field of vision. Even if I tried to look away or turn my head to avoid seeing it, it wasn't as easy as it sounded. I couldn't hide my confusion and had to simply accept his voice echoing in my ears.
“Ugh, this is...!”
“You understand, right? Since you’re a smart Magical Girl, I trust you’ve understood.”
As I let out a groan and grimaced, Han Yoo-seong smirked and approached me. He seemed to have judged that the hypnosis was complete and that I could never harm him.
Then, still holding the phone, he commanded me.
“Then, get down on all fours right here and lick my feet.”
A coercive voice. An arrogant tone. A sense of duty that I had to follow that command immediately. It was a strange sensation, as if an unknown force was moving my body against my will...
“What? Why aren't you moving? Is it a glitch?”
But wait.
‘...I think I’m perfectly fine?’