How Does Brother Namgung Know About the Masturbation Ban…?
"Hah………."
The moment the young master released the pressure points and restored free movement to his limbs, Im Seowol hurriedly reached down with his own hands to confirm the state of his bare groin—his underclothes having already been confiscated.
Click, click—
Then, staring at his manhood locked inside the transparent chastity belt, he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and let out a low, stifled groan.
"Ugh………."
That restrained reaction was, no doubt, Im Seowol's last desperate struggle to preserve whatever dignity remained of him as a human being—as a man—refusing to let the young master witness the full depth of his despair.
Hoo—.
And as he burned that scene into his eyes—naturally recording it with a magic crystal imported from the Western Regions—the young master felt a delicious shiver run through him and sank into a state of pure spiritual ecstasy.
Everyone reacted differently the first time a chastity belt was locked onto them, yet the young master's experience with such moments already numbered nearly in the four digits; he knew the patterns well.
Despair at having one's lust controlled.
Frustration at no longer being able to relieve that lust by one's own will.
Regret over the reasons that had led to the belt being fastened.
Rage directed at the young master who had locked it on….
Not a single one of them ever loses its flavor.
As expected, the middle and upper strategies always taste better than crude force….
Training someone through violence and brainwashing only ever stamped out a clay-like human personality into a mold. Watching a person choose the path of corruption of their own free will struck the young master's preferences dead center.
"Why so glum? Everything that happened was your own choice. You refused to cooperate with my instructions, so I had no choice but to put the chastity belt on you."
Emerging from his spiritual high, the young master calmly reminded Im Seowol that he had possessed a choice—and that the choice would continue to exist going forward.
"………."
"Don't take it so hard. I'll unlock the chastity belt once you pay off the interest you owe."
He offered a thin thread of hope that escape was still possible.
"……Hmm. It's already been a full month since you began training in the Femboy Divine Art. Your face has grown quite a bit more slender. How about this? If you put on basic makeup each day, I'll deduct one silver tael from your debt. Maeng Harang will help you with the makeup most diligently."
He advanced to the next stage of female corruption.
"Ugh, you pervert……!"
Im Seowol could no longer hold back the fury boiling up from his gut and let a little of it spill out, yet it did not so much as ruffle a hair on the young master's head.
"Good. I like that spirit. One last thing. The interest is fifteen taels, but you'll have to repay the principal as well, won't you? Next time it will be seventeen. Add the unpaid interest and it comes to twenty-four taels."
"………."
Perhaps believing the harsher terms had been imposed because he had failed to control his temper, Im Seowol answered only with silence, grinding his molars.
"Well, fine. As I've told you many times, the semester will begin soon. From now on the three of you living in this dormitory will go to classes together."
"……You want me to attend classes with those idiots? I entered the Imperial Academy on pure academic merit alone……!"
Being forced to live with, study alongside, and socialize with the "donation-admitted morons" he had privately looked down on—that demand scraped Im Seowol's pride far more rawly than any of the sexual proposals so far.
"Just because you walk around with children who can't study doesn't mean you'll suddenly become unable to study yourself. Right now, as long as you do exactly as I say, you don't even have to worry about tuition or living expenses."
Of course Im Seowol truly had no choice. More precisely, the only difference was whether he would obediently submit to the young master's commands and slowly sink into female corruption, or resist and be half-forcibly corrupted instead.
That was why, lately, the young master had deliberately loosened the reins, granting a measure of behavioral freedom, or even handing the training off to someone else and simply watching from the sidelines—savoring a process of female corruption that felt different from when he handled it personally.
"And once the semester starts I'll often entrust your 'management' to Maeng Harang, so it would be wise to stay on his good side. ……You'd best not assume he doesn't notice the way you look down on him as an idiot, whether you realize it or not."
"This is Big Brother's room!"
Leaving behind my familiar room at the inn, the dormitory room that would be my home from now on was…… well. It was certainly spacious, but somehow…….
"Uh, um…… are the other rooms like this too?"
I turned to Maeng Harang and found him grinning from ear to ear, clearly delighted about something.
"Nope! Mine looked basically the same at first, but I fixed it up with my own money. Autumn Big Brother can decorate his room however he wants too—just has to pay for it himself."
"I seeee……. That aside, the bed's this huge, but the desk is a little…… doesn't really seem suited for studying, does it?"
No matter how I looked at it, a private dormitory room at the Imperial Academy was not a space designed for studying. Most of the furniture carried a pinkish tint, and that luxurious bed made the place feel less like a school dormitory and more like one of those love hotels couples frequented these days.
Maeng Harang's answer, however, went beyond anything I had imagined.
"Studying……? We only need the bare minimum attendance…… no, if Brother Namgung pays a little extra we don't even have to attend to graduate. Why would we study?"
"Th-that's……."
While I stood there speechless and flustered by his reply, Maeng Harang stepped closer.
"Ehehe— more importantly, it's just the two of us right now. For the sake of future friendship…… want to do something that feels good?"
Then, just as he had on our first meeting, he hugged me from behind and began rubbing his crotch against my rear.
Slick, slick—
"W-wait, what are you doing……?!"
Ignoring my protest, Maeng Harang kept grinding his manhood into the cleft of my buttocks; when he noticed my underclothes were slightly damp he let out a cry of pure joy.
"Ah, just as I thought—you're a little wet♡"
In the blink of an eye he had flipped up my skirt and checked my underwear. From that deft handiwork alone I could roughly estimate how many females(?) this guy had already conquered.
This bastard's skilled……!
"Stop it……! I'm telling Brother Namgung……!"
Fortunately I still possessed the ultimate weapon known as Brother Namgung, and the moment I invoked it Maeng Harang withdrew cleanly.
"Hnn— fine. So you don't like it when it's forced?"
"That's right……! I'm a man to begin with……!"
"I think Big Brother's more like a female though—. Wearing high heels like that, a skirt so short your underwear shows if anyone looks from even a little below, and those panties already soaked with the juices from your chastity belt."
Apparently miffed by my rejection, Maeng Harang smiled as he drove the point home with surgical precision.
"Ugh…… this is only because Brother Namgung ordered it……."
Frustrating as it was, once he pointed out my outfit I had no real comeback.
"Whatever. Around here it's Absolute Masturbation Ban."
"What……?"
"It's a rule. A rule. If it gets too hard you can ask me for help, or you can stay out overnight once in a while."
Once he said that much, I could guess the true intent behind the words.
Training in the Femboy Divine Art made sexual desire so intense it was genuinely hard to endure. Forbidding self-relief was, in effect, forcing lewd acts.
"I've got plenty of girls I know so I'm fine, but Autumn Big Brother—hmm, looking at you, a girlfriend seems tough. Got a boyfriend, maybe—?"
Watching my expression darken as I imagined the life that awaited me at the Imperial Academy, Maeng Harang wore a little devil's smirk.
"Haa…… I'm exhausted……."
Having given me a preview of how rough dormitory life would be, Maeng Harang returned to his own room.
Truly, he was a storm of a guy—impossible to predict.
Over twenty years old, yet tiny, and speaking in a way that would suit a ten-year-old.
"Even so, that speech pattern at that age…… Is that his real way of talking, or is he just pretending to be a kid……?"
Yet every so often he would casually drive a spike straight into the heart of the matter, making me wonder whether the childish speech and behavior he showed on the surface might be an act.
"Haa…… Brother Namgung…… you told me to just enjoy myself while I'm here……. Looking at this, it doesn't seem like an environment anyone could enjoy……."
Only two dormitory mates, and one of them already looked like a formidable rival, while the other—though relatively normal—gave off a distinct "I don't want to get close to you guys" vibe.
"And on top of that…… that masturbation ban, right……?"
Honestly, if I did it secretly in my private room and cleaned up the by-products by, well, licking them or something, no one would ever know—or so I thought. But given how Brother Namgung had always known the instant I masturbated, there was clearly some method at work.
In other words, the "masturbation ban" that blocked self-relief here was designed to push Femboy Divine Art practitioners into willingly letting themselves be taken by Maeng Harang or someone else.
"But…… I've got no obligation to play along with such an obvious scheme……!"
Still, having heard Maeng Harang's "I think Big Brother's more like a female though—," a stubborn pride had begun to kindle inside me.
I still didn't fully understand Brother Namgung's true intentions, but until now he had always found some excuse—Femboy Divine Art training or whatever—to make me do lewd things, so this was probably the same.
I was grateful that Brother Namgung had treated me so well after I nearly lost my head while holed up in the mountains, yet that didn't mean I had to obediently follow his every wish.
"Absolutely…… not just Maeng Harang—I'm not getting fucked by any more men, Brother Namgung……!"