A Chaotic Morning on Enrollment Day
The morning of academy enrollment day was unusually hectic.
"Dojin, did you pack plenty of underwear? What about the supplements? Just in case, Mom slipped some emergency cash in there too. And this is a special talisman I made— you have to keep it on you at all times."
An Hyeonmi had been opening and closing my luggage since dawn, fidgeting anxiously. In her eyes swirled a mother's tender worry for her son heading far away, mixed with the cumdump's desperate fear of being separated from her owner.
"Mom, I'm fine. It's dorm life, not the army. And this talisman... it's packed with mana."
What she'd handed me wasn't some simple paper charm. The moment it touched my hand, I felt her pure mana flow warmly into me. It wasn't a magic scroll infused with mana— it was a spell, mana etched directly into the characters.
"What kind of talisman is it?"
"One to protect my Dojin."
I realized how little I knew about An Hyeonmi. Aside from being the cult leader's 49th cumdump and the heir to Josephine du Bois, that was it. A character with no presence since she died early in the novel. Now she was my cumdump, pretending to be my mom, pretending to be human. The fact that she was still alive and breathing was nothing short of a miracle.
"Thanks."
Even as I spoke, she wrinkled her nose with a bright smile and tucked a handkerchief and a small perfume bottle into my jacket's inner pocket.
"Don't let anyone push you around there. If anything happens, you call Mom first thing. Got it?"
She spoke like a mom, but her pussy was dripping love juices nonstop. Haruna leaned against the kitchen island counter, sipping coffee and trying to play it cool, but her fingertips trembled faintly around the mug. Last night, she'd spent the whole time in my room with the perfect excuse of "I'm scared the succubus will show up again and keep me awake." Midway through, An Hyeonmi barged in, turning it into a threesome that lasted till morning.
Haruna's lips twitched.
"Once a month... you come home, right?"
"Yeah. After half a year, I can come back every weekend. But I'll definitely visit once a month to see my big sis."
Haruna's cheeks flushed bright red. The deep marks I'd left inside her body bound us as one. Even now, my semen was bubbling out from between her thighs.
"Oppa! No, hyungnim! Your little bro Harin is all geared up for departure!"
With loud footsteps thundering down the stairs came someone who was no longer Harina. Her bob haircut had been trimmed to a neat short cut brushing her ears, and compression bandages perfectly flattened her curves. The snug male student uniform created the image of a slender yet sturdy pretty boy.
"I'm Harin. Please take care of me from now on, hyungnim."
She forced a deep voice and bowed 90 degrees to me. Her exaggerated act was so cute that I couldn't help bursting into laughter.
"Yeah, Harin. You look real sharp— suits you great."
Mochi, who'd been dozing on my shoulder, woke with a start at Harina's unfamiliar look and voice, blinking round eyes and tilting her head with a curious ppe?.
Right then, the front door opened quietly.
"Master, I'm ready too."
All eyes in the living room turned toward the soft, gentle voice from the entryway. There stood U Jeong, perfectly attired as a battle maid.
A classic black maid outfit with a frilly white apron. U Jeong stood ramrod straight without a single flaw, beaming radiantly. A beautiful, dangerous doll made for me alone.
"......"
The room's atmosphere plunged below freezing in an instant. An Hyeonmi's warm smile faded, Haruna's brow twitched faintly, and Harina openly pouted, glaring daggers at U Jeong.
"U Jeong's here? Take care. I'm Harin now."
"Oh my! Rina, you look so cool!! Amazing! The girls are gonna go wild for you!"
"Thanks."
Their forced bestie chit-chat made me feel a twinge of guilt. The three women's gazes clashed in midair, invisible sparks flying. I pretended not to notice the tense vibe and stood up.
"Alright, time to head out."
An Hyeonmi hugged me tight one last time. Then, in my ear alone, she whispered,
"Master... I love you. Don't get hurt."
I smiled and patted her back.
"Don't worry. Get along with Luna..."
And so we set off for the academy.
Sin Seoul Central Station teemed with students heading to the academy. Noble kids in uniforms embroidered with family crests in gold thread, rich merchant brats lugging pricey magic gear, and plain folks like us— a motley crowd filling the massive hall.
"Whoa... so many people. Look over there, hyungnim! That guy's sword is glowing!"
Harina— no, Harin— gawked wide-eyed at the spectacle, whipping her head around excitedly. U Jeong stood half a step behind me, scanning sharply for any threats. Fully immersed in her battle maid role.
Our train was the Academy Express, exclusive to academy folks. Even the platform was a cut above— red carpet underfoot, uniformed staff politely guiding newbies.
"Look there, hyungnim. Those guys... from Almadian? Their outfits are super flashy."
Harin nodded toward a cluster of blond students in frilly, lacy uniforms. They looked down on everyone with haughty sneers, chattering loudly in their own tongue. Their bug-eyed disdain for Republic kids turned my stomach.
As we entered our assigned private car, every seated student turned to stare. My status as the cult leader's son wasn't public yet, but crossdressing Harin and battle-maid U Jeong drew eyes enough. Bringing a maid to enrollment screamed nobility at minimum.
"What the hell are those? Parading around with servants. Which family? Never seen 'em before."
"That short guy's super cute. Like the trendy egenam type?"
I ignored the whispers and took a window seat. U Jeong stood at attention beside me, Harin plopped opposite with a grumpy glare out the window.
"Master, you must be thirsty. I prepared this ahead."
U Jeong produced a fancy glass bottle of chilled lemonade from somewhere and poured me a glass. Her movements were smooth and elegant.
"Thanks. Sit down."
"No, sir. Serving my master is a servant's duty."
Harin scoffed at the reply.
"Show-off. Hyungnim, pour me some water too. I'm thirsty."
Harin said it extra gruffly. U Jeong glanced at her, smiled, and replied,
"Young master should pour his own. I'm trained to serve one master only."
"What? Hey, you...!"
I sighed at their escalating tension. Only Mochi on my shoulder remained oblivious, nuzzling my nape and wafting sweet honey scent as she dozed.
The train glided smoothly away, scenery blurring past. How long had we traveled? Far off, piercing the misty mountains and clouds, massive spires rose into view.
The Holy Cross Cathedral Academy. Less a school, more a colossal fortress-cathedral for the gods. Gothic spires stabbing the sky, stained glass windows shimmering rainbow in the morning sun, towering walls encircling the campus like battlements. The sheer majesty drew gasps of awe from every student aboard.
"......Insane. That's our school?"
Even Harin gaped, unable to look away. Staring at the beautiful prison outside, I murmured low,
Yeah, everything's in there.
The church's secrets, hidden items, and the future I had to seize.
At last, the train pulled into the platform. As we disembarked, upperclassmen herded newbies into lines.
"New students, assemble at central square! No chit-chat! Step out of line, and it's penalty points!"
Red armband guidance committee kids barked orders arrogantly. The leader— sharp-eyed with noble arrogance— approached us.
"You there."
His gaze skipped me, landing on U Jeong.
"Servants wait in the servant lounge. Don't you know the rules?"
Then it shifted to Harin.
"No idea what backwater you're from, but a uniform with no mana infusion... this incoming class is a mess."
Harin's brow twitched at his smug tone. The air crackled like a punch was imminent. But I stepped forward first.
"Hold up."
I pulled the church decree scroll from my pocket and unfurled it before his face.
"This student and my servant have special permission from the elders' council. You know what that cult leader and elders' red seal means, right? Any objections, senior?"
His face froze at the crisp seal. His eyes shook with shock. Whispers around us swelled.
"Ch... church decree? No way... how the hell does a punk like you have one?"
"Mind stepping aside? I'm busy. Or should I read the decree aloud?"
I rolled it up, pocketed it, and walked past the stunned guy. U Jeong and Harin followed triumphantly. Face beet-red with humiliation, he could only tremble with impotent rage, fists clenched.
On the way to central square, I strolled leisurely amid the crowd's mix of curiosity and wariness. This was my new stage. And they were the audience watching my entrance.
That's when it happened.
Life Detection picked up a sinister presence closing in from ahead. Invisible to the eye, but approaching fast. A hidden assassin? I signaled U Jeong and Harin, stepping in front to shield them. Amid the warm, chaotic sea of life forces from the throng, one icy needle stabbed straight toward me.
Who are you...?