The Creator of This World is Hoyoung-nim.
The one who created this world is Hoyoung-nim. The sun rises to shine upon Hoyoung-nim, then flees in embarrassment after gazing at him. The moon rises and sets for similar reasons. Everything in this world exists for Hoyoung-nim. This is common sense that any intelligent being would agree with—an undeniable truth. Of course, it can be proven scientifically. For instance, according to the paper published by Tokyo Hoyoung University...
"What're you doing, Seungyeon?"
"Ah... studying."
Sumire visited my room at 2 a.m., where the lights hadn't gone out yet. She was thrilled, like a mom, to see me adapting well to university life.
"Don't just study all the time—jerk off now and then to relieve stress."
"I already masturbated earlier."
"How many times?"
"Like three?"
"Oh my! Just three? Isn't your sex drive too low? Are you unhealthy or something?"
"No... the more I learn about Hoyoung-nim, the more reverent I feel. I don't get hungry even without eating, and I'm not sleepy even without sleeping."
"Hehe... how cute. I get it—the thrill when you first realize Hoyoung-nim's greatness and can't sleep from excitement."
"You've felt this too?"
"Yeah~ Embarrassing story, but I wasn't born worshiping Hoyoung-nim. Honestly, my dark history: I used to organize an anti-Kim Hoyoung club back in school."
"What...? Something only a micro-brained freak would do...!"
In that instant, I genuinely felt disgusted by Sumire. What the hell is this crazy bitch? Ignoring the infinite grace Hoyoung-nim brought to this world and forming a terrorist group? Why is a bitch like her still alive? Why hasn't she committed seppuku out of guilt? Is she still micro-brained or something? Urk... thinking I've been breathing the same air as a micro-brained makes it hard to breathe all of a sudden. My lungs feel like they're rotting.
"Hahaha!! Looking back, I was totally insane then. Sigh... I couldn't forgive Kim Hoyoung for brainwashing precious friends and Japan! That's the incomprehensible reason I resisted Hoyoung-nim."
"What are you talking about? Brainwashing is the most pleasurable thing ever—it's in the textbooks. Why resent him for making you happy? It doesn't make logical sense."
"Exactly. I don't even know what I was thinking back then. I agree I was mad with insanity. I even went to kill Hoyoung-nim myself."
"You crazy bitch!!"
A curse slipped out before I knew it. Is it okay to say this? She's still a friend... But instinctual loathing overrode that thought. No, not just loathing—it's a protective instinct toward my master. Kill Hoyoung-nim? Why? If he dies... the world ends, right? A world without Hoyoung-nim has no meaning. If Hoyoung-nim dies, we'd all have to commit mass suicide and end human history, no other choice.
"You trash! Retard! Ah, demon! Dirty Jap bitch!"
"I accept that."
No matter what I said, my rage wouldn't subside, but seeing Sumire meekly accept it calmed me a bit. At least she knows her wrongs.
"I was a fucking stupid Jap bastard. Trying to kill Hoyoung-nim for a shithole like Japan—Japs can't be helped, huh."
"Ah, if you get it, why not seppuku? Even spilling your guts wouldn't pay for your sins!!"
I learned in law class: there's only one way to deal with the horrific microbe called micro-brained—execution. Utterly reasonable law, in my opinion. Micro-brained are scarier and more horrific than the Black Death. How do they even live and move without being brainwashed by Hoyoung-nim? I can't comprehend the mechanism. Sure, the whole world is naturally under Hoyoung-nim's hypnosis, but like murderers appear even in peaceful countries, these microbes called micro-brained can pop up anywhere, so Professor Mizuhara stressed constant vigilance. To think Sumire was one... no betrayal like this.
...Should I kill her? Micro-brained aren't human. Just cockroaches in human skin. Killing one isn't a crime. Got a knife anywhere...
"Hehe. That look like you're hunting for a weapon. Don't worry. I'm fully brainwashed now. Even got forgiveness from Hoyoung-nim."
"He... forgave a micro-brained? Just how magnanimous is Hoyoung-nim?"
Aah. My hatred for the micro-brained purifies into worship for Hoyoung-nim. Even absent, his greatness saves my heart once more. I'm in awe again.
"It was Scarlett—this sisterly friend I was close with. I stormed Hoyoung-nim's mansion to save her and got brainwashed like an idiot. Ah~ I miss that time. The instant I got impaled on Hoyoung-nim's cock, instant corruption—hilarious."
"Wait... Scarlett who? Save her? What? It's common sense not to get attached to anyone but Hoyoung-nim, right? Other humans have no value besides Hoyoung-nim?"
"None. That's why she was a thick-headed micro-brained. I told you—I was seriously in this terrorist group called W.L.K back then."
"Sigh... And Himeko-auntie let you get away with that retarded shit?"
The Himeko I know would kill even her own daughter for defying Hoyoung-nim. And that's only natural.
"Hahaha. Let us? Mom was the one who founded W.L.K."
"…………………!!!"
Himeko-auntie—no, that Himeko bitch founded a terrorist group? No way. My respect for Himeko vanishes like a lie.
"Hahaha. Don't be shocked. Truth is, Mom made the fake terrorist group to entertain Hoyoung-nim, fooling us all. The title's even an acronym for WE LOVE KIM HOYOUNG."
So Himeko was Hoyoung-nim's loyal servant from the start. Hearing the truth, I patted my chest in relief. Good thing. Almost killed the auntie I owe my life to with my own hands.
"Whoa~ Now even I or Mom look like mere humans to you for Hoyoung-nim's sake. Bugs you could kill without guilt, huh?"
"...What? Isn't that obvious?"
"Hahaha. Yeah, yeah, obvious. I'm so glad our Seungyeon turned out this devoted... Graduation exam soon, right? Hope you ace it..."
It sounded like casual friend encouragement, but Sumire's expression seemed oddly meaningful. No, she's always acted smug, like she knows something I don't. What the hell... My head already hurts from exam prep, and now extra stress.
"We're starting the graduation exam now. The top scorer gets an enormous—no, a truly enormous special privilege, so do your best."
Professor Mizuhara emphasized the privilege with flushed cheeks. What could it be? Whatever it is, I won't miss a single Hoyoung-nim-related question—I'll give it my all.
"Oh, and."
Just as I grabbed my pen, Professor Mizuhara added a tantalizing line.
"The last question is an unsolvable riddle no one's ever cracked. If one of you gets it, it'll be a historic first. Looking forward to it."
(Left blank)
Problems went on like that up to 100. I aced 1-99 easily, but the final one froze my brain. Professor Mizuhara called it an "unsolvable riddle," igniting my competitive spirit, but seeing it left me baffled. What kind of question is this?
".........? O.A.K.S? What the hell?"
Vaguely familiar, like I'd seen it somewhere, but no clue. I left it blank and submitted. Score: 99. I was top.
"Congratulations, Seungyeon. 99—highest ever. Ah... but you couldn't crack the last one. Still, you're top scorer."
"Top... so, some prize?"
"Of course. As I said: immediate female corruption sex with Hoyoung-nim! He said he'll make you 100% female this time! Thrilled, right, Seungyeon?"
100% female corruption sex with Hoyoung-nim. Drool already.