Chapter 3 – Episode 3 – The Beginning of a New Life
What was in front of me was a test paper. As I looked through the pages, I noticed that there were two or three problems in each subject. Ahyeon gave me a pencil and said that there was no time limit, so she could solve it slowly.
Although the number of questions was small, the level and difficulty were quite high. However, it wasn’t to the point where I couldn’t solve it, but the problem was that I could even see Ahyeon’s thighs when I was looking at the test paper. Her height is quite tall, around 170 cm, and although her breasts are large, unlike her mother and older sister who have a slender body type overall, Ahyeon has a body type that gives off a strong glamorous feel. Her bursting thighs were pulling her tight, short skirt from side to side. She was a boy who graduated from boys’ middle school and boys’ high school and had never held a girl’s hand. Moreover, the Ahyeon in front of her was, of all the women I had ever spoken to in my life, she was the prettiest woman after my mother. She couldn’t concentrate on the problem as she was looking at such a sight in an enclosed space, with her sweet body scent wafting in the air.
After a considerable amount of time had passed, and I was still unable to solve all the problems, Ahyeon opened her mouth.
“It said that medical school is your goal. Is that correct?”
“Yes…”
“If my mock test performance was the same, I should have been able to solve this level of problems in this amount of time…”
Ahyeon still did not lose her mischievous smile. Ahyeon, who was looking straight into my eyes, spoke again.
“Do you care that much?”
“Yes?”
“Do you care about my legs that much?”
“No, that’s not it…”
She was embarrassed and tried to hurriedly make an excuse, but she couldn’t think of anything to say. Ahyeon smiled, and she said that to me.
“You don’t have to worry because I’m not scolding you. It’s a setting that was set up in the first place, so you can’t help but worry.”
What does setting mean?
“Does Wonjoong have any sexual experience?”
“Yes?”
“Sexual experience. It’s a bit comprehensive, but have you ever had a sexual relationship with a woman in any way?”
“…”
This was my first time talking about this topic with a woman, so I couldn’t figure out how to say it. In the first place, the only women I talked to, other than my mom and older sister, were my school teachers, and the school teachers never asked questions like this.
“I’m asking this question because it’s a bit important, so I’d like you to answer. Even if it’s not necessarily sex, it’s okay to kiss or just hold hands. Have you ever experienced physical contact?”
“I don’t have any…”
“How often do you masturbate?”
“Yes?”
Once again, words came out of the woman’s mouth that I never thought I would hear, especially in a place like this.
“How much do you spend on masturbation and jerking off?”
“…”
“Is it difficult to answer?”
“About two or three times a week…”
After hearing those words, Ahyeon observed me with eyes that seemed to be examining something. The content of the answer did not seem to matter. Because the answer is obvious anyway. I felt like they were examining my attitude in answering.
“Sexual desire… Especially for men of Wonjoong’s age, sexual desire is a very big distraction in many ways. When you have to concentrate completely on something for a long time, sexual desire always gets in the way. But if you can control it, Sexual desire can be a very powerful energy. Wonjoong said that he masturbates about two or three times a week. Can you tell me when he usually does it?”
“What kind of time is…”
“The question is under what circumstances and for what reasons do you masturbate?”
“Well, I’ve never really thought about it like that…”
“You just do it whenever you feel sexual desire?”
“That’s right.”
“Most people will be like that. But that shouldn’t be the case. You can’t give yourself the reward of pleasure at any time. You should reward yourself when you achieve something, and that reward can only amount to touching your own body with your own hands. No, it has to be a very big reward.”
What is a very big reward?
“Our MF is a place that utilizes that principle. In fact, truly outstanding people know it themselves without anyone teaching them. However, there are many students who do not use it well, and giving yourself a very large reward is not worth it, especially at Wonjoong’s age. It’s not easy, so we don’t know yet whether Wonjoong will pass the exam, but even if he can’t join us, we hope you’ll put into practice what I said today.”
That’s how the interview ended. It was a short interview that took less than 20 minutes in total. Even after leaving the interview room and being guided by the staff to the waiting room, Ahyun’s sweet voice, soft body odor, and white thighs could not be erased from his mind. What exactly is ‘a very large reward’?
Drinks and snacks were prepared in the waiting room. There was also a small booklet, but it only contained information related to the entrance exam and had nothing to do with what Ahyeon had just talked about. My parents’ interview took much longer than mine, so they only returned to the waiting room about an hour after I went in. Both of them didn’t look good and didn’t say anything. Both of their eyes were red and bloodshot, as if they had been crying, and her mother’s neat hair looked a little disheveled. She wanted to ask what happened, but the atmosphere was so heavy that she couldn’t. I just thought that something must have gone wrong with the interview, something about the academy fees, etc., And that it would be difficult to get into this academy. It was a shame that I wouldn’t be able to meet Yoon Ah-hyun again. It wasn’t until much later that I realized that the interview that day, especially her mother’s interview, was excellent.
About a month later, notification of acceptance was delivered by message. And a few days later, the dormitory check-in date and various precautions arrived in the mail. I was so happy on the inside, but for some reason I couldn’t show it. This is because my parents were not very happy when they received the notification of acceptance. I just thought, what could be so happy about not being notified of acceptance to a university, but of being accepted to a college prep school?
And a few days later, my parents and I got in the car and headed to the academy. I packed a variety of luggage into one suitcase. It was my first time living away from home. Her mother’s eyes had been filled with tears since morning, and she kept checking to see if I had left anything out. There were two suitcases to load in the trunk. One was my parents’. He dropped me off at the dormitory and told me that he was going on a trip together for the first time in a while. I was a little sad that the two of you were going on a trip the day I left home, but at the same time, I was happy that you were finally able to enjoy your time together.
However, the two of them did not say a single word in the car heading to the academy.
The academy was located in the mountains, and no artifacts were visibly other than the road leading to the academy. Just when I was thinking, “Isn’t it a bit strange to be in such a remote place?” The academy appeared. There was a fairly high fence and the large front gate was closed. There were three buildings in total visible outside the fence. When my father showed the documents to the security guard who came out of the security room, the front door opened. Since the check-in time was clearly written, and we were asked to be punctual, I expected that there would be a lot of other students checking in at this time, but strangely, there was no one other than my family.
There was a man waiting for us just inside the front door. I got out of the car and took the suitcase out of the trunk with my father. Mom was already saying hello to the man. As we approached with the suitcase, the man introduced himself to his father and me. He was the housemaster of the dormitory and his name was Yoo Chan-hyung. He seemed to be around the same age as my parents, probably in his early 40s.
However, there was something strange about the appearance of my parents and the housemaster. In situations like this, it is common for parents to keep asking me to take care of them and try to create a friendly atmosphere even if it is by force. My parents always did that when I met my school teacher. But my father just nodded his head and didn’t say anything, and the housemaster’s eyes were only focused on my mother. When her mother said, “Please be kind to her in the future,” The housemaster said, even though her mother did not hold out her hand, she reached out her hand and held her mother’s hand and said, “I must be kind to her.” “He said. And she held her mother’s hand for an unnaturally long time, almost caressing it. Her mother looked at her father as she pulled her hand away as if uncomfortable, and her father was just looking at the mountain in the distance with a frown on his face. I couldn’t figure out what was going on.
After that it was time for my parents and I to say goodbye. My mom was stroking my cheek and with a crying expression, she said motherly things like telling me to work hard, take care of my health and eat well, and my dad was still just looking at the distant mountains with a frown on his face, then patted my shoulder and said, “You have to do it for your life.” He just said one thing.
After my parents’ car drove out the front gate, I dragged my suitcase and followed the housemaster towards the dormitory. Of the three buildings visible from the main gate, the building on the left was the dormitory. The building in front is the main building where classes are held, and the building on the right is the annex. It was unclear what the annex was used for.
The dormitory was a five-story building. The admission capacity was said to be 150 people, but the building seemed a bit too large for a dormitory where 150 people would live. First, I headed to the room I would be living in from now on. The room was on the second floor, right next to the elevator and stairs, so it wasn’t a very good location. But the inside was great. It was a nice, spacious room that could be called a hotel room, with a bit of exaggeration, rather than a dormitory. Moreover, it was a single room that I lived alone. After putting down my suitcase, I followed the housemaster and looked around the facilities on the first floor and basement. There was a restaurant and reading room, as well as a sauna and a fitness room. To be honest, it was the best environment I had ever lived in. There were quite a few students who had already entered the room and were walking around. After the introduction, the housemaster said that you can move around the dormitory as much as you like and use all the facilities, but that you must never go outside the dormitory, and that if you are caught wandering outside, you may be expelled.
The housemaster was a kind, bright, and likable person, but for some reason I couldn’t like him. The sight of her with her mother a little while ago made me feel like my mother had been molested by him.