Chapter 5
When I opened my eyes, the first thing to greet me was the blanket, sticking up like a tent.
My cock was so large that it poked out past my pants and even out through the blanket.
I instinctively reached for the spot beside me, but no one was there.
Perhaps because my body was healthy, it was an incredibly refreshing morning apart from my rigid cock.
The breakfast spread on the dining table in the living room caught my eye.
Steaming white rice and soybean-paste stew gave off savory aromas.
Before I possessed this body, when I lived alone and got by on convenience-store food, this was a scene I could never have imagined.
When I checked my phone, I found a message from Chaerin saying she was off to her part-time job.
It was an ordinary meal of white rice and soybean-paste stew, but I was incredibly happy since it had been so long since I’d eaten home cooking.
Thinking of Chaerin waking up early, going to the market, and preparing breakfast made me want to praise her.
After finishing my meal, I searched for the Marriage Academy Chaerin had mentioned yesterday.
Its official name was the ordinary-sounding ‘Marriage and Family Harmony Academy University.’
However, the related searches and posts on online communities were filled with far blunter terms.
-Female Academy Practicum Review (19)
-How to Get Chosen by a Man at the Academy.txt
-Sex Tips You Should Know Before Entering the Academy.tips
-I Graduated from Female Academy but I’m Still a Virgin. Is My Life Ruined?
-I Caressed My Boyfriend as I Learned at the Academy, but He Didn’t Like It Much. What Should I Do?
The gist was simple: it was a society with an extreme imbalance in the male-to-female ratio.
An adult academy university established and actively run by the government to address the low marriage rate and declining birthrate.
The Marriage Academy wasn’t a place where women went to find men, but one where they learned everything necessary to be chosen by men.
Women became females and waited to be chosen by men, while men married the women they liked from among them.
It was apparently a university where students also took major courses to prepare for careers alongside marriage-related studies.
My finger stopped mid-scroll. The words listed under the academy’s required curriculum caught my eye.
Even things like <Male Psychology Analysis> and <The Art of Praise and Recognition> were one thing, but…
<Service Skills Practicum>
Details: Acquire every physical skill for satisfying men, including oral, hand, foot, and breast service.
Up to this point, I’d only had a vague thought.
Was this a place where women learned all kinds of caressing and sexual techniques?
But what followed exceeded anything I could have imagined.
<Intercourse Skills Practicum (Sex)>
Details: Practice giving men pleasure through every sexual position, including missionary, cowgirl, and doggy style.
It was completely insane. The academy taught women sex?
Just as every Korean man had to serve in the military, the men and women of this country had to enter the academy upon becoming adults.
That meant every woman in this country received caressing and sex as compulsory education.
But the next part was even more shocking.
<Evaluation Method>
All service-skills practicums and physical evaluations were conducted using a small number of male students enrolled at the academy as teaching aids.
“Teaching aids?”
If I became one, that meant I’d be caressed and have sex with all those women, right?
A thrill ran through my finger as it touched the phone screen.
My mind was filled with fantasies about the Female Academy, which would begin tomorrow.
I continued searching for various kinds of information about the academy.
Not just the curriculum, but also the rules for campus life, its location, and… the list of supplies for new students.
As soon as I clicked, a long list of supplies appeared.
<Male Supplies>
-None.
‘None.’ Just two words. Their brevity said a great deal.
By contrast, the list of supplies for women was extremely long.
<Female Supplies>
1. Academic/Learning Section
Designated textbooks (10 volumes in total)
『The Proper Role of Women』
『History of Obedience』
『Commentary on the Male Protection Act』
『An Introduction to Male Psychology』
『Service Skills for the Master』
『Practical Sexual Positions』
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.
.
All writing utensils
2. Physical Training and Care Section
Kegel exercise aid (smart Kegel device recommended)
Various hair-removal tools for different areas (razors, waxing strips, tweezers, etc.)
Various types of functional underwear and stockings (at least 10 sets)
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.
.
3. Special Supplies for Practicum
Vaginal douche
Body-painting paint set and modeling tools
Massage oils (including scents for each type)
Birth-control pills (at least three months’ worth)
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.
.
The titles alone left me speechless. At this point, wasn’t the Marriage Academy more like a slave academy?
While I was searching, my phone rang.
The name that appeared on the screen was Han Subin, not a wallet.
The blonde beauty I’d met at the hospital yesterday. Naturally, I answered right away.
“Hello?”
[Oh, Sihyeok! It’s me, Subin! Is this a good time to call?]
Her voice on the other end was taut with tension.
Her trembling voice showed that talking to a man on the phone wasn’t something she did often.
“I’m fine. Is something wrong?”
[I was wondering if you were feeling okay. Are you really all right? You must have had a hard time at the hospital, right?]
“It was nothing. I was just lying down for a while.”
[If anything happens, tell me right away! My mother’s a doctor, so she can help you immediately.]
Subin asked after me as carefully as if she were handling a fragile treasure.
Her excessive concern was almost enough to make things awkward.
“More importantly, are you going to the academy tomorrow too?”
[Yeah. Oh, I looked it up in advance, and you, Chaerin, and I have all been assigned to the same class!]
“Oh, really? Then do you want to go together tomorrow morning?”
At my suggestion, I heard Subin suck in a breath on the other end. A brief silence followed.
[…R-really? Can I… go with you?]
“Why not? We’re in the same class anyway.”
[Y-yeah! Great! Of course I’d love to! Then I’ll come to your place tomorrow morning! What time should I come?]
Her voice was brimming with excitement. We quickly made plans.
But it was obvious Subin didn’t want to hang up. She hesitated before bringing up a new topic.
[Um… are you looking forward to the academy? Or… are you a little worried?]
Worried? I was worried my erection might not go down. Of course, outwardly I answered calmly.
“Who knows? I’ll find out when I get there. It does sound like it’ll be fun.”
[R-right? I’m sure it’ll be fun! You’ll… definitely do well. Everyone will like you.]
Apparently unable to think of anything else to say, Subin hesitated, then ended the conversation by saying she’d see me tomorrow.
[See you tomorrow!]
“Yeah. Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
By evening, Chaerin had returned after finishing her part-time job.
Chaerin looked tired, but as soon as she got home, she began preparing dinner for me.
The sizzling sound and rich, savory smell of oil filled the room.
As the small house filled with delicious aromas, I naturally grew hungry.
I lay on the mattress and watched Chaerin’s back as she bustled around.
The apron ties cinched her slender waist, while the rounded outline of her buttocks showed through her thin pants.
With a body like that, the thought of her learning all kinds of service skills at the academy naturally made me look forward to tomorrow.
“It’s ready, so come out.”
Along with her curt voice, I heard Chaerin set two plates down on the table.
Steam was rising from the freshly made omurice.
A crooked cat face drawn in ketchup adorned the yellow, fluffy-looking omelet.
She seemed to have tried hard, but Chaerin apparently had no artistic talent.
“This cat looks kind of angry.”
At my words, Chaerin’s shoulders flinched. Avoiding my gaze, she cleared her throat.
“Shut up and eat. It came out that way because I was just squeezing the ketchup on randomly.”
It was an obvious lie. Her face was bright red, and I chuckled as I picked up my spoon.
“I’ll enjoy it.”
I said that briefly, picked up my spoon, and was about to eat the omurice when I noticed Chaerin sitting still.
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“Huh? Of course. I’m waiting for the man to take the first bite before I eat.”
“Ah.”
Men really did have it easy in this world.
I scooped up a large spoonful of omurice and put it in my mouth.
The soft egg and warm, savory fried rice blended together in my mouth. It was pretty delicious.
After dinner, while Chaerin was washing the dishes, I found something among her belongings.
A few thick books—the academy’s textbooks.
The one that particularly caught my eye was the thickest practical textbook.
『Service Skills for the Master』
Since I was bored, I pulled out the textbook and flipped through its pages.
Detailed photographs and explicit anatomical illustrations showed how to handle a woman’s body.
I flipped through the pages rapidly, marveling inwardly at how graphic it was.
Then I stopped at the section titled ‘Chapter 2: The Basics of Caressing—Nipple Development.’
[…You must keep in mind that a woman’s nipples are not organs that feel only pleasure. Nipples are the most basic physical feature proving her feelings toward a man. Nipples that are not erect are like a heart that is not prepared.
Therefore, before sexual release or sexual activity, women must always make their nipples stand erect and let their master know that they are ready to receive his touch. In the case of inverted nipples, proceed to 'Chapter 9: Special Disorders.']
What an absurd explanation of nipples. I continued flipping through the book.
[<Basic Caressing Technique 1-3: Rolling with the Palm>
Press down on an erect nipple with your palm and gently roll it. The sensation of a hard nub sliding beneath soft flesh provides a man with steady pleasure, and…]
It was then that I noticed Chaerin had approached my side and was peeking at the same section.
“…Ugh, they really teach all this.”
Chaerin muttered while pretending to be unfazed and looked away, but her bright-red earlobes honestly revealed what she was thinking.
“Can I touch your breasts later?”
“Really?!”
Chaerin shouted happily. When she realized how loud her voice had been, she became terribly embarrassed.
“…I-I don’t know! I’m going to wash up first. I got sweaty working my part-time job!”
After saying that, Chaerin disappeared into the bathroom almost as if she were running away.
I solemnly prepared myself to touch Chaerin’s breasts.