Han Subin sat behind her.
Unlike the others’ blatant outfits she wore a white blouse and a skirt of ordinary length.
That pure look actually stood out with a strange presence in this lewd classroom.
When our eyes met she startled, gave a tiny smile, then dipped her head.
Sunlight made her blonde hair sparkle.
My gaze drifted naturally to the very front row.
A girl sat in perfect posture, staring straight at me.
Cha Ayeong—the one who had given the freshman representative oath at the entrance ceremony.
She wore a tight-fitting suit that showed almost no skin, yet my eyes still went straight to her full, straining chest.
Then a soft, calm voice reached us.
“All right, everyone, please take your seats.”
A beauty with a gentle impression entered.
She wore a suit like Cha Ayeong’s, but it wasn’t skin-tight.
Even as I sat down beside Chaerin I could feel every woman in the room holding her breath, tracking my every move.
“Welcome, everyone, to Marriage Academy.
I am Yoon Iseol, and I will be your homeroom teacher for the next year.”
Her eyes rested on me for a moment.
Unlike the others, a subtle curiosity lived in that gaze.
“And Kim Sihyuk—as the only man in the class, I look forward to working with you.”
“Yes, Teacher.”
When I answered, the air in the classroom stirred again.
Soft murmurs like “His voice is nice too…” floated up.
“As you already know, our academy’s educational goals differ from those of ordinary universities.”
Her voice stayed even, but the content was anything but ordinary.
“This is the place where you learn everything required to become an excellent wife to one man.”
The curriculum that appeared on the screen was exactly what I expected.
Understanding Male Psychology
Understanding and Practicing the Importance of Praise and Affirmation
Attractive Body Language
The Psychology of Touch
Introduction to Healthy Sexual Life
Introduction to Oral Service Techniques
Subjects like “Understanding Male Psychology” and “Understanding and Practicing the Importance of Praise and Affirmation” at least looked like liberal-arts classes.
But once I saw titles such as “Attractive Body Language,” “The Psychology of Touch,” “Introduction to Healthy Sexual Life,” and “Introduction to Oral Service Techniques,” the place felt less like an academy and more like a sex-slave training center.
“Every course at our academy is founded on the Male Protection Act and the sexual-violence prevention education that must be completed every year.”
The content of that sexual-violence prevention education was equally mind-blowing.
It was education women had to receive so they would never make a man feel sexual discomfort.
Unwanted excessive exposure, persistent staring, coercive attempts at physical contact—everything a woman might do was classified as sexual violence.
A crazy world.
And at the same time, paradise for men.
“Now then, let’s first elect a class president and vice-president.
The class president represents the class and carries various responsibilities.
In particular she will guide and assist fellow students during practical lessons.”
The teacher wrote the benefits of being class president across the board in quick strokes.
Most of the girls looked thoroughly uninterested.
“For example, Body-Attraction Analysis class or Psychology-of-Touch practicum.
You might have to touch other female classmates’ bodies.
And class-president activities count toward store points.”
The words “you might have to touch other female classmates’ bodies” burned themselves into my brain.
There was no reason to hesitate.
Becoming class president meant I would be required—legally and officially—to touch the bodies of more than twenty beautiful girls.
My hand shot up on pure reflex.
“Me.”
The instant my voice rang out, every motion in the classroom froze.
The girls’ eyes widened with shock and excitement.
Everyone was stunned that a man would voluntarily take on such a bothersome job.
And they were equally excited by the possibility that, if luck favored them, the man himself might touch them during practicum.
“I will do it as well.”
A clear voice rose as Cha Ayeong lifted her hand.
Immediately after her, hands shot up competitively all over the room.
Dark ambitions blazed among the girls: I’ll be that man’s right hand.
“Oh my, so Sihyuk wants the position.
Then class president will be Sihyuk.
No objections, right?”
Yoon Iseol spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
There was no vote, yet not a single person raised an objection.
If a man wanted it, that became classroom law and absolute truth.
That was democracy in this world.
“Then for vice-president… shall we have Cha Ayeong, who volunteered first?”
Cha Ayeong stood and bowed politely.
“All right, let’s begin our first activity.
Everyone, please move to the central Health Office on the first floor for your physical examinations.”
The Health Office we reached under our teacher’s lead was far larger and better equipped than I had imagined.
I didn’t know much about medicine, but rows of gleaming white high-tech equipment lined the walls, and three doors stood side by side along one wall.
“If sexual desire becomes difficult to handle during class, you may use the soundproof booths over there.”
The nurse standing in front of us explained kindly.
Each booth door had a small window so the silhouette inside was faintly visible.
There was no lock, yet you could still tell whether someone was inside.
“If you go too long without masturbating you can catch Heat Sickness, so it’s best to take care of yourself every morning or evening.”
My ears doubted the words “Heat Sickness.” I had never heard of it.
Did the women of this world actually get sick if they didn’t masturbate?
While I was asking Chaerin about Heat Sickness, the physical exams began in ordinary fashion.
Starting with girl number one they measured height, weight, eyesight, and hearing in order.
It was no different from any physical I knew.
Once those checks finished, the nurse pointed to a curtained inner space.
“All right, now come inside and remove every piece of clothing.”
What?
I froze for a second at the outrageous demand.
The girls, by contrast, began undressing as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Flustered, I cleared my throat.
“Ahem.
Teacher?
Why the clothes…?”
The nurse turned to me with a puzzled look.
“Ah, Sihyuk, you still don’t know.
Physical condition is the most basic item when evaluating a wife’s value.
Areola size and color, the shape and tightness of the pussy and anus—everything has to be carefully recorded so you can meet a good husband later, right?”
Pussy and anal inspection?
Here?
Right now?
“All right, we’re going to do a proper examination now.
Class president, come over and help with the checks, will you?”
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