Enrollment
“Ugh.”
I let out some kind of groan as consciousness returned. Why had I blacked out? Looking ahead, all I saw was a school intro video playing on the screen—an 80s-style clip that looked boring as hell right from the start. Had I dozed off watching that?
A quick glance around showed a few other students nodding off too. So I wasn’t the only one.
“Ahem.” I cleared my throat and sat up straight. The entrance ceremony was almost over; no need to leave a bad impression.
Still, something felt off, like something had happened. Just my imagination? I’d been so tense hunting for the protagonist that I’d crashed the moment I relaxed.
The ceremony wrapped up soon after. We were told to head to our assigned classes, starting from the back rows. Mine was Class 1-1—the one I’d spend the year in, and where the protagonist lurked. I beelined for the most secluded corner seat.
Students trickled in. The classroom vibe was standard: groups who looked like middle-school buddies chatting away, or loners sitting awkwardly. I fell squarely into the latter. Lee Sebin wasn’t a total outcast, but the setting had her transferring from far away, living solo in a one-room apartment. Made sense for convenience, in my opinion.
A few minutes of waiting like that, and finally—the protagonist appeared.
That’s him...
Not particularly handsome. Just an average guy. Makes sense; if he were hot, he wouldn’t need hypnosis to play women like fiddles. Looks always serve the plot. Remember that.
I whipped my head away the second I confirmed his face. Tucked in the corner, he wouldn’t notice if I didn’t stare.
That judgment? Dead wrong.
“Hey.”
He plopped down right next to me! A sidelong glance—he was smiling at me. Not unfriendly, but knowing his powers, it chilled me to the bone.
Should I even respond? In that split second, my brain raced. What if replying triggers hypnosis? Think.
Ignore him? A cocky girl like that jumps straight to target number one. Guys can’t resist, even if they weren’t planning to.
Respond? Still risky. No-win.
Fuck. Better than snubbing him, though. His tool’s a smartphone app, right? If he pulls it out, bolt.
“H-hi...” I tugged up the hem of my already short skirt. Pink panties peeked out from below. Not my choice, but better than going commando. Still, just saying hi felt mortifyingly embarrassing. I wasn’t this much of a loner.
“Hmm... why’re you flashing your panties?”
“Duh, it’s polite to show your panties when greeting a guy, right?”
What the hell kinda line is that? Classic protagonist—already scheming something weird. One wrong move, and I’m out.
“Pfft... heh, anyway, I’m Jung Taeyang. You?”
“Lee Sebin.”
“Sebin, huh? Cute name. Love how your panties are wedged into your pussy lips—nice and trashy.”
Uh. Compliment? My guy memories made it weird, like being called pretty by another dude. No reaction might tip him off, though.
“Th-thanks...?” Was I supposed to thank him?
“Hello, everyone!”
Right on cue, our homeroom teacher swept in. I turned away with a shrug, and Taeyang dropped it. She was a pretty, cute newbie. Who’d later get hypnotized and ruin her life... But as long as it’s not me, fine. I just need to thrive.
“I’m Jung Cheonghye, your homeroom teacher for the year! Let’s get along!”
Her bubbly greeting drew applause. Not anime-level cheers, but the vibe was upbeat. With a teacher like that, even I might’ve studied harder.
“Here’s a survey to help me get to know you. Fill it out and hand it in.”
Surveys circulated—better than standing intros. Standard stuff: name, family, dreams, hobbies, skills. Lee Sebin’s memories filled in the gaps easily.
One problem, though.
“I don’t know this...”
Nipple size. Clit size. Vagina dimensions and depth. Not in her memories. Why hadn’t she measured? Basic for a woman. Even in an ero-game, this lacked realism.
“Hmm...” As I pondered, Taeyang leaned in.
“What’s up? Didn’t measure this year?”
Mortifying. Sure, not my body, but admitting you skipped erogenous zone measurements? Human failure. Face burning, I mumbled,
“Yeah...”
He didn’t laugh—good. Knew he’d done wild shit via hypnosis, but this was basic shame.
“Could happen. Want me to measure?”
“You?” No way—trap for hypnosis. I started to refuse, but he was already up, explaining to the teacher. Next thing, we’re headed to the health room.
Fine, whatever. Just once—eyes shut. No phone, no hypnosis. Gotta do it anyway. Favor won’t rise.
“First, pre-erection nipples.”
He grabbed a tool from the corner—a nipple measurer straight out of porn. Why only in porn? Whatever, not important. Adjust pose for ease—social manners.
I spread my legs awkwardly, thrusting out my chest. No touching yet—no erection.
“Measuring?” Cold metal chilled my nipple as he pressed it on.
“Left: 0.8 cm. Right: same. Now clit.”
“O-okay.” Legs wider, hands on floor, hips up—puffy mound forward.
“Whoa... your mound’s insane. Slim everywhere else, but tits and here? Perfectly plump.”
“Ahaha...” Killer praise for a normal girl—orgasmic, even. But ex-guy? Awkward laugh best I could muster.
“Clit: 1 cm. Big even soft?”
“Y-yeah.” No masturbation memories—probably born big. Enviable for girls. Did I ever envy this?
“Now erect size.”
“Uh, I’ve never... masturbated.” Huh? How’d she measure before?
“Wait, why no masturbation? Huh...? How’d I measure then?”
Something’s wrong. Proper method: measure erect too. But no memories of either.
“Ah, wha—?” What the hell? Why am I doing this? Common sense? No way—
“Stop.” Taeyang said.
“You’re an exhibitionist, right? Got off on exposure outdoors. That’s how you measured.”
“Exhibitionist?”
“Yeah. No masturbation? Gotta be one.”
“I’ve never exposed—”
“You have?”
“Hmm...” Kinda rings true...
Snap—he flicked his fingers.
“Sebin. Repeat after me: ‘I, Lee Sebin, am an exhibitionist slut who gets horny from guys’ stares.’”
“I, Lee Sebin... am an exhibitionist slut... who gets horny from... guys’ stares...”
“Remember that. Got it?”
“Yeah...” Right—Sebin’s a severe exhibitionist. Measured outside, skipped underwear, ditched clothes in the guys’ bathroom...
“Better? Memories back?”
“Y-yeah, you’re right.”
“Good. Keep it in mind. No masturbation’s fine—you’re a slut who cums from exposure.”
“Mhm...”
Taeyang sighed softly.
“Whoa, fuck, close call...”
“Huh? What?”
“Nothing. Let’s measure.”