Lunch with the Heroine
"I'm Choi Yubin. Since I came to this school as a sex processing aspirant, don't call me for anything other than sex processing."
At the front of the classroom, the transfer student—pink-haired Choi Yubin—is introducing herself completely naked. Her nipples and clit are already fully erect, and her pussy is flooding with love juice, yet she carries herself with remarkable poise. To be precise, it's less outright confidence and more the delinquent vibe she had earlier.
Clap clap clap clap! Just moments ago, the class was staring weirdly at Choi Yubin, who had been fawning over Jung Taeyang's cock and giving him a serious blowjob. But now, at this absurd self-introduction, they all nod in sudden understanding and applaud. I'm clapping too, of course, just gauging the room.
Man, what a vicious hypnosis. Turning a delinquent type into a sex processing handler. If it wears off later, unlike me with my smooth personality, she might even kill herself from the shame.
Thinking about it like that, she actually seems kinda pitiful.
First things first, I gotta worry about myself.
Even though I stole Choi Yubin's uniform and put it on, it's ridiculously uncomfortable. First, my chest. Then my hips.
Too small...
Honestly, it's no different from the gym clothes I had on earlier. The blouse is tiny, and the skirt's way too short. Part of it is that Choi Yubin's character is a bit petite, but it's mostly because Lee Sebin's body is just too voluptuous.
I glance at the seat next to me, and Jung Taeyang is grinning ear to ear. His eyes locked on Choi Yubin—he's clearly savoring the spectacle he created. I want to smack that face, but I hold back, not knowing how it'd bounce back on me.
"Sebin-ah."
"Yeah?"
But then Jung Taeyang speaks to me first.
"What do you think?"
"Think of what."
"That."
"..."
He doesn't say it outright, but it's obvious what he means. Which makes it all the more infuriating.
"Not gonna answer?"
Even as he says it, he shoves that shameless mug right in my face. Instead of answering, I turn away.
"Alright, then let's put Yubin's seat behind Sebin's?"
"Huh?"
While that's going on, somehow her seat's been decided as right behind mine. But there's a problem: I'm in the absolute back corner of the class. There's no seat behind me.
Choi Yubin, though, doesn't care at all. She walks right up behind me and drops to her knees on the classroom floor, bowing forward like she's prostrating herself. I jump in shock and look around, but no one's batting an eye.
"Yubin's a sex processing aspirant, so she doesn't need to study, right?"
It was Jung Taeyang, sitting next to me.
"..."
This time, I'm not ignoring him on purpose. I'm just too stunned to speak.
"Surprised?"
"...A little."
"Why freak out this much? You've done way worse stuff with me."
It's true—the things I've done with Jung Taeyang might be even more extreme. But experiencing it myself versus watching it are worlds apart. I figured it'd be more shocking to be the one going through it, but seeing it happen to someone else hits even harder.
"She just... stays like that the whole time?"
Now it's my turn to ask.
Jung Taeyang nods like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Obviously."
"..."
As I go quiet again, he adds:
"Well, she's a sex processing aspirant, so if someone comes for service, she'll get up then, right?"
Not helpful at all.
*
Time passes, and lunch finally rolls around, but Choi Yubin's position hasn't changed. She's spent nearly three hours kneeling and bowed like that—it must be exhausting. Yet she stays perfectly still, like a statue. I poked her a few times mid-class, worried she might be dead, but each time I got an annoyed glare in return.
"Doesn't she eat?"
I ask Jung Taeyang, who's sprawled out napping happily next to me.
"Nah... she eats. Sex processors gotta eat too."
His yawning reply makes me want to punch him. Swallowing the urge, I haul Choi Yubin to her feet.
"Yu... Yubin-ah? Time to eat."
"...Already?"
She grabs her wobbly legs and stands. After three straight hours in that pose without a break, numb legs are no surprise.
"...No one came."
"Huh?"
"..."
She mutters something, but clams up again. I decide it's not worth pressing, and we head quietly to the cafeteria.
...And then, the cafeteria.
"Fuck."
The curse slips out on its own. I was an idiot for thinking this place would be normal.
"What's wrong? It's just your average cafeteria."
To Choi Yubin, this must look normal. I almost wish I were hypnotized too.
It's that insane. How do you eat like that in your right mind?
The boys are normal, at least—grabbing trays and chowing down like typical lunch zombies. The girls, though? Their trays are different. Not the usual silver ones, but dog bowls. And that's not even the worst—every girl sets her bowl on the floor and eats it like a dog, using only her mouth. Treated like bitches in heat, not women.
And I have to do this sober. Can I even?
"...Yubin-ah. Wanna hit the snack bar? My treat."
No way. No one sane does this. I opt for plan B right away. Back in normal school, who ate cafeteria slop anyway? Everyone hit the vending area. I don't know if this school's food is good or bad, but I sure as hell don't wanna eat like that.
Besides, no food tastes good shoveled that way.
So I turn to leave, and immediately bump into Jung Taeyang.
"Not eating?"
He's grinning innocently, like he's proving how harmless he is, but I know it's fake. He just wants to see me and Yubin panting like dogs over our food.
"Nah, snack bar."
"Heard it's closed."
Shit. True or not, it doesn't matter. With his smartphone, he could hypnotize the lunch lady to shut it down.
"...I'm on a diet lately."
"You'll eat, though?"
He cuts me off and pulls out his smartphone.
...You bastard.
*
Jung Taeyang slowly pulls his smartphone from his back pocket. I can't help but scowl. Anyone could see that's him signaling he'll hypnotize if things go south.
He smirks at my expression—guess my guess is spot on.
"You'll eat, right?"
Choi Yubin nods at his question. How is a transmigrator this oblivious? Or maybe the hypnosis blocks proper judgment. Even if she could think straight, it'd end the same.
*
In the end, we step into the cafeteria. Up close, it's even more horrifying. Girls happily lapping up mystery porridge like dogs, boys stepping on them and toying around. Knowing I'll be like that soon makes my stomach churn.
But Choi Yubin, watching intently beside me, seems to think differently.
"Looks fine."
"What?"
What looks fine? I glance at her in horror, but she's just blankly surveying the scene. I turn away before it rubs off on me.
After that, serving goes smoothly. Except for our bowls, of course.
"Phew..."
The red dog bowl holds some unidentified white porridge. I sniff—is it that liquid? Nope. Actually, it's a delicious smell, way better than typical porridge.
...Can I really eat this?
By now, Choi Yubin has crawled under Jung Taeyang's table and squatted like a dog. Not sitting normally, obviously. I head toward her spot with my bowl.
"You're here?"
Jung Taeyang's voice chimes as I set my bowl next to hers. Wait, is this even a "spot"? Instead of answering, I shoot him a glare full of irritation.
He just smiles back, saying nothing. Fuck, does he think he's some sweet male lead? Revulsion surges up my throat, but I can't say a word. The target of my disgust is weird. Normally, that scene would repulse me, but for some reason, watching it makes my heart flutter a little. And that realization makes me even sicker.
"Ahmp..."
Choi Yubin has already started eating. Hard to call it that, though. Face buried, mouth only—she's coughing and sputtering, clearly not used to it. Who would be?
"..."
I cautiously lower myself too. I don't wanna eat, but this is normal. Huh, when did I start thinking like that? Probably when I smelled the porridge.
I bring my face to the floor and lap some up. Not bad, surprisingly.
"...Oh?"
Steel myself and take a big mouthful. White porridge smears on my face, but using arms while eating would be bad manners.
Yeah, it's edible. More than that—it's good. The pose sucks, but damn, it's tasty.
"Mmm..."
Feels weird, like a pig in a sty. Does that make me a sow? Random thoughts bubble up.
"Tasty?"
I look up, and Jung Taeyang's peering down. His spot's empty—he's done. Choi Yubin beside him has finished too, still crawling around.
"...Yeah, it is."
I grumble curtly and dive back in. It's weirdly addictive. Wonder what's in it.
He pats my head, then leaves. And... I don't hate it.
Fuck, I'm losing it. I deliberately mess up the hair he touched.
Choi Yubin eyes me strangely.
"What?"
"Nothing."
*
Sebin and Yubin stretch as they exit the cafeteria. They couldn't walk upright until returning their bowls—pure instinct after that pose. But with their already lewd bodies, plus one fully nude and the other in an ill-fitting tiny uniform, some boys' eyes start wandering.
The boys rationalize it while peeping: nothing they can do.
Then, one notices something odd.
Why's she naked?
XX School is pretty lax on rules compared to others. Wear uniforms however, even casual clothes—no big deal. But one thing's forbidden: wearing nothing.
Of course, exposing tits or pussy is fine. Even a scrap of cloth on the shoulder counts as "clothed."
So why ban full nudity in such a free school? Simple: to distinguish sex processing handlers.
Sex processing handlers—dedicated to relieving students' sexual needs, free use for anyone on campus. They stay naked to set themselves apart from regular students.
Which means...
She's a sex processor?
Hyunwoo, watching, steels himself. His type is the haughty girl in the small uniform next to her, but the pink-haired naked one looks decent too. High school sex processors? Didn't think it was real.
...Who told me that again?
Whatever. He just wants to see that innocent face wrecked by his cock. That's all Hyunwoo craves now.
"Hey."
Hyunwoo approaches the girls. Up close, the uniformed one is perfection: haughty face, violently huge tits and ass, wide hips. He licks his lips. His type or not, only the pink-haired one is fuckable.
Luckily, she's high-level too—not as standout next to the other, but worth it.
"Yeah?"
The girls respond to his call. Their puzzled beauty gaze makes Hyunwoo shrink a bit. But no backing out now. Sex processing's normal—what's to be shy about?
"Um, hey. Could you... handle my sexual needs?"
His face heats up as he speaks. Why? It's not weird. Maybe he's just not used to talking to girls like this. Hyunwoo waits for their reply.
"Sure."
The pink-haired one agrees easily.
Nice!
Hyunwoo cheers inwardly, keeping cool. Getting excited over something "normal" would be lame.
"Here? Or somewhere else?"
She's asking where, probably.
"Bathroom?"
Thrilling here, but he doesn't want to flash his dick publicly.
"Okay, then... Oh, you wanna come watch?"
She's inviting the haughty one too. Can't fuck her, but her watching would amp the excitement.
"Sh... sure?"
Sebin hesitates but agrees. Sex processing—she doesn't wanna see, but feels compelled to follow.
Why?
She shelves the question and trails after Yubin and the boy. Feels like she forgot something... but nah.
Probably nothing.
The three head to the school bathroom, oblivious that one person's prank orchestrated it all.