Chapter 5 – Episode 5 – System

When I was in school, Sehwan and I weren’t that close. We were just in the same class for a year. However, I couldn’t be happier to see a familiar face in an unfamiliar environment. Sehwan must have felt the same way, so from that day on, we continued to hang out.

Sehwan was in class C. Considering Se-hwan’s grades in middle school and the level here, it was surprising. At the time, it was embarrassing that I, who had always been ranked first in the school, was in class F, but Sehwan didn’t seem to care much about the class itself.

“Actually, we didn’t even share it because we took a test, right?”

If you think about it, it was just as Se-hwan said. He vaguely thought that the assignment would have been made based on mock exams, academic records, or college entrance exam scores, but like other large academies, there was no exam for admission to the academy itself. The test I took during the interview was too poor to be used for class placement purposes. I heard about Sehwan’s grades, but they weren’t particularly better than mine.

“Then what on earth was the division based on?”

“What’s important about the classes you share at the academy? All you have to do is do well in the CSAT at the end.”

That was also correct.

Sehwan was aiming to become a police officer. It is said that since his second year of high school, he dreamed of becoming a police officer and studied like crazy to improve his grades. And perhaps because there were many other kids I had already become friends with, I was familiar with all kinds of information within the academy.

“Do you know who he is?”

One day, while we were eating together at a restaurant during lunchtime, Sehwan pointed to one of the annex groups in Class A and asked. He was tall, with a neat face, and a confident smile always on his face. He was a guy who was sure to stand out in any group he joined, and was definitely the leader in the annex group.

“Who is it?”

“Have you never heard of Jang Tae-ju?”

“I don’t know…”

“He is Jang Jun-gu’s son. He is also the eldest son.”

Jang Jun-gu? The moment I remembered who it was, it felt like I had been hit on the head with a hammer. He was the current chairman of the No. 1 company in the Korean business world. So, that guy is the third generation and successor of the country’s greatest conglomerate?

“Why is a kid like that taking the exam again here?”

I didn’t understand well. Isn’t it possible to go to even a prestigious university in the United States?

“I don’t know either. But the 10 kids in the annex are all 3rd or 4th generation chaebols. Even if it’s not that bad, there are quite a few kids who say their fathers are judges and prosecutors or politicians. Especially in Class A.”

“…”

No words came out.

Even when I returned to the room that day, the conversation I had with Sehwan during lunch continued to linger in my head.

‘Why on earth am I here?’

The academy, which was home to many heirs of conglomerates, was teaching children from good families and children from poor families in separate classes. Why on earth was I able to come here? What was that interview like?

It’s already been a month since I entered the academy with an unpleasant feeling like a thorn stuck in my throat. There was no change in her life, and although she still devoted a lot of time to her studies, the intensity of her concentration was decreasing day by day. The results of the first mock test were at a standstill. It was better than the CSAT score, which I had messed up, but it wasn’t much different from my mock test score during my senior year of high school. Of course, it was greedy to expect a big improvement in just one month, but it was still a bit disappointing.

The mock test scores were announced on Friday. Since there would be a personal interview on Saturday, everyone was instructed to stand by and study in their rooms.

It was after 8pm when my turn came. The housemaster knocked on the door, and I followed him into the annex for the first time.

The interior of the annex was much more luxurious than the dormitory or main building. It seemed like it had a sweet scent. I thought, ‘Is it because I have a woman?’ I followed my housemaster and took the elevator up to the 5th floor. When the housemaster knocked in front of a door at the end, a familiar female voice was heard saying, “Please come in.” She went inside and, sure enough, teacher Yoon Ah-hyun was there. The housemaster let me in, bowed her head to her teacher, and then she left.

Since it was a meeting, I thought it would be the office, but surprisingly, it was the teacher’s living quarters. Unlike my studio-style room, it was a proper house with a kitchen, living room, and bedroom. The teacher was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and black dolphin pants. It was a completely unexpected outfit, but the curves of her voluptuous body were clearly exposed. Her long hair, which she usually tied up neatly, fell below her breasts today. She didn’t know exactly how old she was, but she was roughly guessed to be in her mid-30s, but today she looked like she was in her 20s. She made me sit at her table and poured me a glass of juice. Furthermore, she then took the document (presumably with my score written on it), glanced at it, and said with a smile.
“You’re going to have to work really hard to get where you want, right?”

“Right…”

She answered by lowering her head. As expected… I couldn’t figure out where to focus.

I heard the teacher giggling.

“Do you still care?”

She raised her head and looked at the teacher, who was sitting sideways in her chair, looking at her papers with one arm draped over the backrest and her legs crossed, looking at her in the world’s most comfortable position. A mischievous smile appeared on her face.
“You said that during the interview… Is it that difficult to look at the teacher?”

“…”

After observing her silence for a while, the teacher put down her papers and straightened her posture. She looked at me and said.
“Do you remember what you said during the interview?”

“Yes.” I’m guessing you’re talking about sexual desire.

“Are you putting it into practice?”

“Yes. Just remembering it is meaningless. You have to put it into practice.”

“No, not yet…”

“Why?”

“How do I put it into practice…”

“Hmm…”

The teacher leaned back against the chair and looked at me again as if observing me. It was still difficult for me to make eye contact with the teacher, and when I looked down, my eyes were drawn to my big breasts, so I was just staring at my hands.

“It’s simple. Set a goal that you absolutely want to achieve and reward yourself only when you achieve that goal. For now, the only reward Wonjoong can give himself is self-defense.”

“…”

“Are you masturbating?”

“Huh? Oh, no.”

“You’re not doing it? You’ve never done it since you came here?”

“Yes…”

“Why?”

“I was just studying, so I couldn’t think of much.”

“Really?”

The teacher looked at me quietly and seemed to be thinking about something.

“I mentioned it a little during the interview, but our MF Academy is a place that uses sexual desire as a positive motivational factor. Of course, that’s not enough, and we need great lectures from great teachers like me,”

The mischievous smiling face was cute.

“But no matter how good the lecture is, the student needs much stronger concentration to achieve outstanding results. It’s a virtuous cycle of effort and reward. It’s not just masturbation, it’s a very big reward.”

Is this a very big reward…

“So, I’d like to start now. Are you interested?”

She was still looking at me with a mischievous smile. I felt like I had seen that smile somewhere recently, that smile that was so fun that I was dying.

“Yes…”

“Okay. That should be it.”

The teacher got up and went into the bedroom, where she came out holding a tablet PC. She then sat on the living room sofa, not the dining table.
“We have to watch it together, so Wonjoong, come sit here too.”

I stood up hesitantly and sat down next to the teacher, about two spans away. The teacher chuckled, but without saying anything, she turned on the tablet screen and started operating it.
The first screen was a familiar academy intranet screen, but there were menus I had never seen before. And then the screen suddenly changed, and a screen with pictures of women’s faces appeared. The teacher put the tablet in my hand, and she said.
“Take your pick here.”

“Yes?”

“This is the reward you can receive tomorrow. There’s an icon on each picture here, right? The girls with the red icon are the girls you can’t select because students with higher priority than you have already made reservations. The green icons are the girls you can select. . If you click on the face, there is a profile and a preview video, so you can watch the video slowly and choose.”

It was an unimaginable development. It just didn’t feel real. What do you mean by compensation I can receive? I couldn’t understand anything at all what the teacher was saying.

“What is compensation…”

“It means you can have sex.”

“Yes?”

“Starting this week, every Sunday you can choose one of these girls to have sex with. You’re limited to four hours, but within that time you can do whatever you want, as many times as you want. But not everyone gets this reward. It’s not possible. In addition to the mock test, there will be a simple paper test for each subject, and the teachers will determine the ranking by evaluating the students’ skills, and the higher the ranking, the more we can choose the girl we want first. Although these are great women who were carefully selected, there is still fierce competition for better women.”

I was listening to this unrealistic story and looking at the women’s faces on the screen. Only their faces were shown, like in ID photos. They were all pretty women, but they had one thing in common: they were middle-aged women in their 40s or older. There were six rows of five people per row, but there were four people in the last row, so a total of 29 people.

“Who on earth are these women?”

“These are the slaves we chose.”

The teacher said with a charming smile.