Unfortunately, the bell rang and the physical examination in the infirmary came to an end.
Suppressing my disappointment at the thought that the next class would arrive, I stood up from my seat.
The health teacher also sent me off with a gaze brimming with lust.
The sight of her submissive posture once again made my cock twitch, but there was nothing I could do.
“Then, I’ll be going first.”
“Yes, yes… Please be careful when you enter, Mr.
Sihyuk.”
The health teacher had now perfectly switched to her formal polite speech.
It seemed that somewhere in her mind the relationship between a university student and a health teacher had been reset entirely to that of a bitch and a dog.
I left the infirmary with a satisfied smile.
Even on the way back to my class, the gazes of the women in the corridor clung to me stubbornly.
As someone who had some experience poking at a woman’s pussy, those looks actually felt quite pleasant.
When I returned to the classroom, the atmosphere inside had subtly shifted.
The girls were each clustered in small groups, chatting among themselves, but their eyes kept flicking toward me.
In those eyes was a mixture of curiosity and a heated expectation, as if they were waiting for something.
Everyone wanted to ask me something but didn’t want to speak up, afraid I would dislike it.
“Hey, what are you thinking?”
Chaerin, who had somehow squeezed onto the seat right beside me, asked.
“Nothing much.”
I answered briefly and looked around the classroom.
Through the windows on the corridor side, a few girls from the other class were peeking at our class.
Their gazes were fixed on me just like everyone else’s.
It was a sight that showed how rare a man was in this academy.
“Everyone’s made a group chat, right?
You’re coming in?”
“Of course I’m not going in.”
The girls who heard that I was joining the group chat let out small delighted sounds.
After the break ended, our homeroom teacher, Yoon Iseol, entered the classroom.
She still wore the same gentle and professional smile as before.
“All right, everyone.
Today you can head home after taking the student ID confirmation photos.”
Student ID?
“You have to renew it once a year, and if you want you can wear it around your neck, so take pretty pictures.”
Earlier on the way to class, I had noticed something hanging from the necks of the senior women in our class—what was that?
A student ID, apparently.
“Everyone, please move to the multipurpose room in the basement.”
At the teacher’s words, we all stood up and headed out into the corridor.
Iseol-ssi walked with us.
While we walked the corridor, I got another chance to carefully examine the senior women’s student IDs.
And I finally got a clear look at the real thing hanging around their necks.
The photo on the front of the pink-haired senior’s student ID wasn’t a normal face shot at all!
It was a full-frontal nude photo with nothing on.
“Eh?”
I must have been mistaken, so I stole a glance at another senior’s ID.
This one was even more outrageous—a close-up of a pussy spread wide open.
The senior realized I had noticed her ID and flashed a sly smile, showing me the back of it too.
There was a photo of an ahegao face, eyes rolled back, tongue sticking out.
“…So this is the academy.”
I muttered to myself without realizing.
I had known it wasn’t a normal academy for a long time, but I never imagined girls would wear photos of their own pussies around their necks like this.
It was beyond imagination.
Once I learned they were taking photos of female nudity, I was actually looking forward to this student ID photo shoot.
With a trembling heart, I arrived at the basement multipurpose room, which turned out to be surprisingly simple.
In front of a white backdrop wall stood a small chair, next to it a white mattress, and a camera on a tripod—nothing more.
The one who greeted us was a plump middle-aged female photographer.
She scanned us with a blank expression until her gaze landed on my face.
The moment she saw me, the corners of her mouth lifted.
“You’re in Class 1-1, right?
All right, line up.
Boys first.
Sit over here.”
Following the photographer’s instruction, I stepped forward.
She looked me up and down and nodded.
“Boys are simple.
Just sit in the chair and take a photo of your face.
There’s no problem for guys like you in choosing girls.”
I sat in the chair and finished the simple shoot with a few shutter clicks.
And the real fun was about to begin.
“All right, now it’s the girls’ turn.
First, the class vice president, come over here and help me out.”
The photographer called for the class vice president.
When I approached, she said with obvious surprise.