Professor Kim Haeun and the App Research Project (3)
While I was sitting on the white sofa lost in idle fantasies, someone knocked on the door.
"Knock knock knock. Professor? Are you in? You weren't picking up your phone, so I came to your office."
Haeun whispered right in my ear.
"What should we do? Pretend you're not here? Seongtae-ssi?"
Knock knock knock.
The person outside spoke up.
"It's Professor Choi Cheoljong. Is Professor Kim Haeun inside?"
'The professor who does Einstein toasts?'
"We'll hide. Open the door when I give the signal," I whispered back.
We slipped behind the bookshelf to conceal ourselves.
'Hope we don't get caught.'
"Just a moment, Professor."
I snapped my fingers to signal her.
"Open the door first."
"Yes~ Coming right up."
Haeun opened the door.
Click.
"Hello, Professor. What brings you here?"
"Come on, Professor Kim Haeun. Why aren't you answering your phone?"
"I'm sorry. I had it on silent and didn't notice. Please, come in."
"Ahem, then excuse me."
Eunji and I stayed hidden, listening in.
"Would you like some coffee?" Haeun offered.
"No, I just had one. That's not why I'm here, though..."
Choi Cheoljong plopped down naturally on the big sofa where Haeun had been sitting moments ago.
"I came to talk about that project... Sniff sniff. What's that smell?"
They say the human nose is the most sensitive organ.
We'd grown numb to it after being in here so long, but we'd just fucked in this room— of course it reeked.
"Pardon? Smell? I don't notice anything."
Haeun sat in the spot where I'd been.
"Ahem... Well, there's a weird smell in the room, but that's not important."
"Something about the project you wanted to ask?"
"Exactly. I was thinking you could handle securing the research funding for this one, Professor Kim Haeun."
"Ah, the funding application."
"It's a big project, and I was going to do it myself, but didn't you manage a major project during your postdoc in the US?"
"Yes. I got lucky back then."
"Luck that repeats is skill. Professor Kim Haeun, you got tenure-track here at a young age because of your skills, right?"
"Thank you. But that one really was pure luck. So, should I handle drafting the application, and you review it, Professor?"
"Perfect. And if there's a specific research topic you're excited about this time, tell me now."
"Oh, I want to look into the possibility of brain manipulation."
"Brain manipulation?"
(She's bringing up my paper.)
"Yes. Extracting neuron network data and seeing what happens if we alter the connections and layout between neurons. And if possible, whether we could control it like a robot."
"Sounds pretty far-fetched to me. What sparked this interest all of a sudden?"
"Usually in grad school, you inherit your advisor's research, but this time, it's something I really want to pursue."
"Hmm... Fair enough. You'll need a ton of computing power, though. Neuron network data means massive calculations that take forever. And more than that..."
"More than that?"
"Ethical issues. Korea's sensitive about that stuff, you know?"
"That's why I'll focus on AI—especially deep learning principles—to make funding easier."
"You do have to chase trends for easy grants. And?"
"AI can draw pictures and write novels these days, but its principles are still a black box no one understands, right?"
"The difference between theory and application... That's what sets physics apart from engineering."
"Have you heard about Carlos from Princeton's Integrated Brain Theory research lately?"
"Yeah, I read that. Used free energy principles, if I recall?"
"I'll submit a report on deep learning, but actually focus on brains. If possible, link with a national lab for rat experiments."
(She's nailing it, just like I instructed.)
"Sounds good. The project is yours, Professor Kim Haeun. As our university's first, make it count."
"Thank you, Professor."
"That's enough shop talk. As a young woman new to our university, how are you finding it?"
"Does being a young woman matter? Like you said, it was my skills that got me here."
"Sure, but the government's been pushing for more junior female hires lately. Short postdoc or not, that's probably why."
"I'll take that as praise for my results despite the short postdoc."
"Hahaha. I liked that spunk you showed at the department meeting."
Something rustled.
"One more thing: to get full professor smoothly, join the dinners more often."
Thwack!
"Dinner may extend work, but I must politely note it's not a sufficient condition for promotion."
"Is that so? Then what's this white stuff on your skirt and legs?"
"Oh... this?"
"Room's a mess, and that smell... suspicious."
"I cleaned today; must've gotten something on me. The smell's probably perfume and disinfectant mixed."
"Maybe. Anyway, I trust you with the project—show me skill, not luck."
"No worries."
"And dinners... not always, but good for faculty bonding. Join next time."
"Got it."
"I'll head out then."
Once the professor left, I finally breathed easy.
"Phew..."
'Don't wanna hypnotize Gramps yet.'
"Seongtae-ssi, you can come out now."
I stepped out and said, "Looks like you've got some autonomy on the project."
"Yeah. Heard new profs get dumped with it sometimes. He's got plenty of funding already anyway."
"Should be easy to run my way. But what was that rustling?"
"He tried touching my leg."
"Jesus. Profs hit on grad students all the time... but a fellow prof?"
"They fight to sit next to you at dinners. 'Department princess' and all."
"Tough life, Haeun. And the white stuff?"
"This... is what you made, Master.♡" She lifted her skirt.
No panties—cum and pussy juice dripped lewdly from her slit.
"Damn, seriously..."
"Can't wear panties right after like this; it'd soak through."
"You're something else. Hold the skirt up a sec, just like that."
"Yes. Should I take off my blouse too?"
"Hell yeah."
Click.
My cum on her belly, tattoo reading Human Toilet No. 2 Candidate, skirt hiked, cock juice flowing...
"So fucking lewd."
"But what's a 'human toilet'? And why No. 2?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Can't wait.♡"
Meanwhile, Ji-an stood blankly beside us.
I checked my watch.
'Time flies.'
"Haeun, any lectures or plans left today?"
"Lab meeting in ten minutes. Maybe 30 max? I can cancel."
"Do it. Assign the smart ones what we talked about. They'll obey you anyway."
"True...?"
"Clean up properly before the meeting."
"Yes."
"You got a car, right?"
"Yes. An SUV."
"I'm house-hunting today. Meet me after."
"Pardon? Master... already scouting our love nest?"
"Nah, I'm moving. Checking places out."
"Where to?"
"Uh... a building in Bangbae-dong?"
"Master's loaded? I couldn't save that much after years."
"Not your concern."
'Better than a housewife like Ayoung—prof status might get better listings. Or maybe an ajumma has more cash? Nah.'
Whatever. Taking Haeun.
'Can't pick in one day anyway.'
Time to kill, so I called Ji-an.
"Hello? Oppa!! All done with work?"
(Squeal! Is that her boyfriend? Introduce us!)
"Yeah, finished. What're you up to?"
"Who's that with you? I hear voices."
"Yeah, hang on. Quiet down, girls!"
"Was thinking of you, but you busy?"
"No! At a café with friends. Oppa... they wanna meet you. Come?"
"Where?"
"Our usual café. Heehee."
"Cool, I've got about an hour."
"Okay, come to the café. Second floor, you'll see us."
"On my way."
"Oppa... no morning fun?"
"Huh? Oh, love you Ji-an~"
"Love you~ Take your time. (Tell him hurry!!)"
"Tell your friends I'm coming soon."
"Mhm, Oppa."
Call ended. The two women stood waiting.
'Gotta set suggestions properly before I go.'
Haeun first.
"Everything that happened here is secret. You can't tell anyone but me. Trying to will make you forget."
I added security and behavioral suggestions, then the keyword.
'Keyword... Not calling often like Ji-an, so Gray Professor.'
"Hearing Gray Professor turns you into an obedient doll for my commands."
"Yes. I become a doll."
Good.
'Eunji won't remember anyway—send her home.'
"Memory of coming here after lecture with me is gone. Go home normal."
"Got it."
"Snap fingers, you remember suggestions and go. Eunji, wait outside first."
Eunji left. Just us two.
Snap!
Haeun said, "Seongtae-ssi, I'll text after the meeting."
"Do that."
Out in the hall, snapped for Eunji.
"Huh? Why am I standing here?"
"Eunji, time to go home."
"Seongtae? Lately I keep blacking out like this."
"You okay? Not sick?"
"Maybe... But why's my belly so bloated? Mouth tastes weird too..."
"Yeah? Go rest at home, Eunji."
"Yeah, heading out! See ya."
"Bye!"
I overheard her muttering as she walked away.
"Ow... throat and mouth hurt so bad. All swollen red. Hic, starving... gotta rest at home..."
Left the science building, called Ayoung to say I'd bring someone else so stay normal, then headed to the café.
Spotted a puddle on the way.
'Reminds me of Seoyeon squatting.'
Suddenly wanted to prank Ji-an.
'Brought the rotor... We're way past normal anyway.'
Her surprise-confession café was close.
Glass reflected my black baggy pants.
'No more of these tomorrow.'
Tinkle tinkle.
Ordered an iced Americano inside.
Up the stairs to the second floor.
"Oppa! Here!" It was Ji-an.
She waved from a table with two girls who looked like her friends.
I waved back.
And fiddled with the rotor in my pocket.
Click clack click clack.