How About Love Juice Instead of Gel?
Once the assembly in the auditorium ended, we returned to the classroom.
Seol-noona stood at the front of the desk and addressed the girls still flushed from the chairman’s speech moments earlier.
“The chairman’s lessons are regularly scheduled for first period every Monday, but this week they were moved to today—Tuesday—because of the entrance ceremony. None of you must ever forget the mindset a woman is supposed to carry.”
Her voice was soft, yet it carried an unmistakable firmness.
“Starting today, sex education will run through fourth period, right up until lunch. After lunch, from fifth period on, you’ll move to the major lecture rooms you’ve been assigned to.”
And so first period began—a review of the mindset training we had just heard. Seol-noona expanded on the chairman’s speech with detailed examples. In short, she hammered home once more the devotion and obedience every woman was expected to cultivate.
Unlike the other girls, who diligently took notes, I listened with a blank expression. I had already decided this was brainwashing and had no intention of absorbing more of it. More importantly, as a man, I had no reason to sit through it at all.
Second period was sexual-violence prevention education. The content, however, was the exact opposite of everything I had known.
The sole purpose of the lesson was to prevent women from committing sexual violence against men. It was a complete reversal of the life I had lived before, when men were the ones told never to commit such acts.
“As you all know, a man’s body is extremely precious,” Seol-noona said with a serious face. “Most men do not enjoy the sexual act itself; in fact, many of them experience pain during intercourse. The reason they still join their bodies with us women is solely out of the noble sense of responsibility for the continuation of humanity. A woman must never force that sacred act simply to satisfy her own base desires. Remember this well: any physical contact that goes against a man’s will is treated as a serious felony.”
The screen listed actions a woman must never take toward a man, along with the corresponding punishments—forcing sexual relief on a man who had refused, touching a man’s body without permission, saying things that might make him uncomfortable, and so on. The severity of the penalties was almost unimaginable.
Third period shifted to male psychology. Seol-noona’s voice grew even gentler as she began to explain.
“Marriage is a sacred contract between a man and a woman. And the most important fruit of that contract is a child. But there is one mistake you must never make before marriage: a secret pregnancy.”
At the words “secret pregnancy,” a few soft gasps escaped from the girls.
“Of course, wanting the child of a man you love is a natural instinct. But a man does not like it when a woman who is not his wife carries his child. So if he does not wish it, you must take contraceptive pills without fail and put his mind at ease.”
Cha Ayeong, the vice-president sitting diligently at the back, raised her hand and asked a question.
“Once you’re married, aren’t you required to have children no matter what?”
“That’s an excellent question.” Seol-noona smiled as she answered. “By law, a man is obligated to marry at least five women. And each wife, unless there is a special medical reason, is obligated to bear at least one of her husband’s children. Of course, the greater a man’s love for humanity and sense of responsibility, the more wives and households he can maintain. For example, here in Korea, Mr. Lee Hyukjin holds the record with three hundred ninety-two wives.”
I clicked my tongue inwardly. Three hundred ninety-two—even if he took turns every single day, a year wouldn’t be enough.
“Most men prefer to build their household by taking wives who each offer different kinds of value.” Seol-noona brought up four types of wives on the screen.
“First is the ‘breeding-type wife.’ She carries the most important role of producing healthy heirs to continue the family line. Young, physically robust women free of hereditary disease are preferred. In some cases she even bears the children the other wives are supposed to produce.”
In our class, the athletic Yeji immediately sprang to mind.
“Second is the ‘financial-type wife.’ She directly increases her husband’s wealth and power. Professional women such as doctors or lawyers, outstanding entrepreneurs, or women from renowned families fall into this category. Because they grow the family’s fortune and elevate their husband’s social standing, they are valued even if they are a little older or their looks are somewhat lacking.”
Marrying a pretty rich woman—wasn’t that something everyone wanted?
“Third is the ‘homemaker-type wife.’ She takes charge of every large and small household matter in a big family and mediates conflicts among the other wives, preserving order in the home.”
Chaerin would probably make a perfect homemaker-type wife. She already did all the housework by herself every day.
“And finally, the ‘pleasure-type wife.’ This type is a little special. Not only does she satisfy her husband’s sexual needs, she also serves as a kind of instructor responsible for the sexual life of the entire household. Graduates who earned the highest practical scores at the academy usually take on this role, and they even train the other wives in techniques for pleasing a man.”
It was such a well-designed system that I almost whistled. In a world where harems were the norm, even the harem itself came with carefully defined roles.
“So even after marriage, is it all right to keep taking the pill?” Cha Ayeong asked again.
“Until every wife has given birth to one child, a husband’s contraception is forbidden. If a wife fails to become pregnant within a certain period after marriage, the state investigates matters related to contraception. And men themselves do not want contraception once they are married. Everyone regards a large family as the ideal. Even men who do not enjoy sex put in great effort after marriage to impregnate their wives for the sake of building a harmonious big family.”
In other words, for men who disliked sex, the only reason to have it was pregnancy. That finally explained why the state did not actively block contraception. Men in this world simply did not have sex if they intended to use contraception; they had no interest in the act itself.
The fact that I had thought about the pill while sleeping with Seol-noona made me something of an outlier. And it was obvious that the government had, for a very long time, steadily brainwashed society with the idea that “a large family is the symbol of happiness” in order to increase the population. Movies, dramas, plays—every medium must have been filled with the message that more children equal more happiness. So men came to envy big families and, after marriage, worked hard at sex.
Calling it brainwashing might sound strong, but it was not so different from the posters encouraging multiple children that governments in my previous life had distributed. This world had simply been doing the same thing for far longer, more consistently, and more naturally—long enough to create an academy university like this one.
“Of course, having a child through a sperm bank without marrying is also a noble act. In fact, most women give birth alone that way. Thanks to them, our country’s population does not decline. Still, nothing is more glorious than serving a husband directly and building a household with him.”
Third period ended and fourth period began. Seol-noona’s voice brightened still further.
“All right, this is the time you’ve all been waiting for. Fourth period is Kegel-exercise practice.”
She launched into an enthusiastic explanation of how important Kegel exercises were for a woman’s body and how much pleasure they could give a man. In simple terms, Kegels were the act of tensing and relaxing the muscles around the hips; the result was a more sensitive pussy that felt more and clamped tighter.
“To maximize the effect of the exercises, we need to measure your muscle movements precisely. So we’ll be using the smart Kegel devices that were listed among the entrance supplies.”
She held up two thin metal rods. One was a little shorter, the other longer; both were no thicker than a piece of string.
“The long rod goes into the pussy, the short one into the anus. They measure the contraction and relaxation of the muscles during the exercise. Everyone brought theirs, right?”
The moment Seol-noona finished speaking, the girls in the class stood up as if it were nothing and began peeling off their pants and panties.
Even with me—a man—watching, they showed almost no embarrassment. If anything, they looked proud, as though this were a chance to display the bodies they had carefully cultivated. Only Subin and a few of the more reserved girls blushed and hesitated. In the blink of an eye the classroom was filled with more than twenty half-naked women, bare from the waist down.
Smooth white thighs, pussies of every shape and color. The sight made my cock twitch. Each girl smeared something gel-like onto her device and prepared to push the cold metal into her holes. The whole scene felt so unreal I could barely process it.
Unable to hold back the desire surging through me, I glanced at Chaerin beside me, who was still rummaging through her bag. Unfortunately, she still had her panties on.
“What’s wrong?”
“I forgot the gel for the Kegel device…” she whispered softly.
“What are you going to do without gel?”
“They’re thin, so I’ll just put them in.”
The devices really were thin enough that it probably wouldn’t be a problem, yet Chaerin looked a little uneasy. Was it because of her undeveloped anus?
Then a brilliant idea struck me. What if we used her love juices instead of gel? Just like yesterday, I could finger her pussy thoroughly until it gushed, then use the slick fluid as a substitute lubricant.
“If it’s hard to get them in, want me to help?” I asked, already picturing the pussy that would soon be dripping with juices under my touch.