Chapter 12 – Episode 12 – Wandering
After such a whirlwind weekend of first experiences, Monday began again. Maybe it was my mood, but the atmosphere in the restaurant where I had lunch after morning classes seemed a little different from before. The students seemed quieter and more cautious than usual. According to Jiyoung, the annex group monopolized the slaves for the first week, and the target group seems to have expanded sequentially from the following weeks. Perhaps all children would have been incorporated into the system as of yesterday. Except for a few long-time students, most of us were kids who had just graduated from high school, and it was probably our first experience, so the atmosphere was understandably different. However, there were some people whose mood did not change at all, of course, the 10 members of the annex group did so, and my friend Sehwan was one of them.
“Who did you choose yesterday?”
“!!?”
I had no idea that he would be asked so suddenly and so bluntly. Suddenly, the active side of Mi-jeong, whom I learned through the video and Ji-young’s story, came to mind and I thought that she was also that mother and that son.
“You probably did it yesterday too, right?”
“Well… Right… Who were you?”
“Hey, I asked first. It doesn’t matter. I was a bitch named Choi Young-eun.”
I was once again startled and looked around. Sehwan doesn’t know that the slaves are the mothers of the natives here, but I do. I was worried that someone might have heard us, but fortunately we were sitting in a secluded corner and there were no other residents within earshot. Sehwan also kept his voice low, perhaps because it was an embarrassing topic to talk about loudly. And was Se-hwan the kind of kid who would say such vulgar things so casually? At that time, this thought suddenly occurred to me. Why do you think those women’s names are their real names? It could be a pseudonym. But that idea was quickly discarded.
“In my opinion, the best person was Jeong In-ae, but she didn’t have a place. Will I get a chance while I’m here?”
Jeong In-ae, that was my mother’s name. And from what I remember, none of the 29 people had the same name as my mother. The fact that Se-hwan mentioned the name Jeong In-ae, which I had not seen, was proof that my mother must be here. She is originally 30 because there can be no other reason than that her ID is hidden only from her own mother.
“Well… I don’t remember, but was she that pretty?”
“Her face is like that of a celebrity, but even her body is amazing. Her boobs are really bouncing around… No, but you don’t remember that bitch?”
Her whole body was burning in front of her friend who said she was a bitch over my mom, but she tried to act calm and answered.
“I didn’t really look at the red icon. Only the green one…”
“Ah… Hey, but even after you choose, don’t you end up seeing other women too? I watched them all until the end. So who did you date?”
‘I also watched this bitch named Han Mi-jeong until the end and even hit her daughter. I wanted to say, ‘That bitch was really hot, huh?’ But I barely held back.
“I am Lee Ji-young…”
“Oh, I remember. That bitch called a teacher, right? It was okay. She looked sexy.”
And Se-hwan started talking excitedly about a woman named Choi Young-eun whom he had picked up, who was probably the mother of someone who was here right now. I didn’t really hear the story, because Jang Tae-ju, surrounded by her friends, was looking at me from a distance over Se-hwan’s shoulder with a smiling face.
After finishing work, I returned to my room, washed up, sat down at my desk, and tried to study again, but for some reason I couldn’t concentrate at all. The delusions continued to torment me. The image of her mother, who was studying at the desk in the same position as me, was between Taeju Jang’s legs, sucking his cock carefully, came to mind. I thought I needed to go into sage mode, so I turned on the computer and started jerking off while watching the girls’ profiles and videos again. Choi Young-eun… Choi Young-eun… Was there. She was 47 years old, was a full-time housewife, and had one son and two daughters. The son here is the youngest and has two older sisters. With her short hair and cute face, Mi-jeong reminded me of her aunt, but unlike her aunt, Mi-jeong, with her petite body, was plumper and her breasts were much bigger. Her overall level was far below that of her Aunt Mijeong, but she had her own charm. When she was humiliated, she was in crying mode from start to finish. When the man first placed his hand on her body, she began to cry, and when the man sucked his cock, she cried with tears in her eyes. When he fucked her pussy, she let out a sound that was close to a scream and was sobbing loudly. It was probably the saddest and most miserable video of the humiliation of the 29 slaves. Se-hwan, I think this guy has a bit of a sadistic streak?
Like all 29 slaves, Choi Young-eun must have been a top-class married woman, but for some reason, she wanted Mi-jeong to be her aunt. Thinking about what Se-hwan said about her mother during the day, I watched Mi-jeong’s face as she was being spanked, and she shook her dick in revenge on Se-hwan.
‘Hey, your baby girl looks so fucking delicious too.’
And at the moment of her ejaculation, an image of numerous students spewing cum onto her mother’s body appeared in my mind.
Strangely, even though she ejaculated with great pleasure, her distracting thoughts did not go away. Perhaps because of the last delusion, her thoughts about her mother kept lingering in her head. When I think about it, my mother might be being humiliated at this very moment in a building only about 100 meters away from where I am, and there was no way she could have gotten her hands on her studies.
‘It’s ruined.’
If I didn’t know Mi-jeong’s aunt’s face, and if I didn’t know that my mother was here, I might be studying like crazy right now. To move up the rankings and hug a prettier woman in a week. I don’t want to end up falling in the rankings and ending up alone in my room a week later. But I already figured it out. How on earth can I focus on my studies again? Is that even possible? At this rate, wouldn’t it be better to get out of here now? If I can’t study properly, why on earth does my mother have to suffer such humiliation over there?
Choosing women based on priorities through evaluation or motivating oneself through sexual desire are all bullshit. They are deceived by the facade of an academy attended by heirs of conglomerates and deceive themselves with vanity. They step into the web they have laid and there is no way to escape it forever. It was much later that I realized that I had been reduced to a slave.
Anyway, for a few days, I was plagued by distracting thoughts and couldn’t study properly, so I had a meaningless week. I controlled my sexual desire and only rewarded myself when I achieved my goal, so I didn’t study properly and ended up going wild every evening. I took a half-mock test for each subject, and although my skills wouldn’t have deteriorated just because I didn’t study for a week, I wouldn’t have improved much either. In short, it was at a standstill. Is there any improvement or decline in skills in just one week? Distrust in the system itself only grew.
So it became Saturday. As soon as I woke up in the morning, I accessed the rewards menu. If I had the right to be nominated, the current waiting list would be displayed. The result was ‘no reward’. As a freshman whose skills had declined, there was no reward this week, which meant I couldn’t hug women. This meant that no one, whether Jiyoung or Aunt Mijeong, could see them. Tomorrow, I’ll be here fucking my daughter while the other guys have fun cumming all over their bodies and their mother’s body.
I couldn’t even study and didn’t want to stay in my room. I thought I would feel better if I moved my body a bit, so I went to a restaurant to eat, and then went to the gym for the first time. All kinds of exercise equipment were placed in a space that was too large for 150 people. For the first time, I tried using exercise equipment by referring to the instructions attached to the side. I felt like some of the stress was relieved by torturing my body until I couldn’t lift any more weight. Along with my exhausted body, the distracting thoughts seemed to disappear. It was the first time that exercise felt enjoyable. At that time, Se-hwan opened the door to the training room and came in. He saw me working out and came towards me. I remembered that in middle school, that guy had such good athletic ability that it would be a shame to be the second child. Since it was still cold season, he usually wore thick clothes, so I didn’t know, but looking at him wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts, I could see that he had well-trained muscles all over his body.
“Wonjoong, do you exercise here?”
“I came here for the first time today. Do you often come?”
“I come here every day. There is a physical fitness test at the police station… You can’t fail, but there’s nothing wrong with exercising. But if you keep that attitude, it’s not effective.”
Sehwan corrected my poor posture and explained in detail effective exercise methods. Then he suddenly asked.
“But who did you choose for tomorrow?”
“… I’m eliminated.”
“Wow, really?”
Suddenly his face became hot and embarrassed. At the time that Se-hwan remembered, I was the best student in the school, always ranked first in the school. The glory of the past… At that time, Sehwan suddenly spoke to me with a smile on his face.
“Hey, I chose that bitch named Jeong In-ae. Thinking about fucking that bitch tomorrow got me so crazy that I couldn’t focus on my studies.”