Chapter 8
When the freshman oath ended, an elegant-looking woman stepped onto the podium.
She was Choi Ara, chairwoman of Academy University.
“Freshmen, I sincerely welcome you to this glorious place. From today onward, you will undertake the most important mission of carrying this country's future on your shoulders. That mission is none other than the sacred duty of serving great men, receiving their genes, and making humanity prosper.
“This academy will remake you as the finest wives, worthy of being chosen by one man. Please take pride in yourselves and join us on this magnificent journey.”
Her gentle yet powerful speech earned the women a thunderous round of applause. The next person to step onto the podium gave off an entirely different air from the chairwoman.
Student Council President Choi Seoah.
When she appeared, the atmosphere inside the auditorium grew slightly hotter. Waves of admiration and envy rolled through the women.
Her swaying brown ponytail, her perfect figure without an ounce of excess fat, and her underwear that covered almost nothing. She had an incredible body—calling it arousing didn't even begin to describe it.
“Freshmen.”
Choi Seoah's voice was cold and sharp.
“As the chairwoman said, you have come here to become the finest wives. So don't get the wrong idea. This university is not a place for playing around.”
Her gaze slowly swept across the audience.
“Every one of you is a rival to the others. Only the most outstanding, devoted, and attractive women will earn the right to be chosen by a man and become his wife.
Never forget that laziness and complacency mean falling behind, and that you may grow old alone without ever being chosen by a man.”
The auditorium became so quiet at her chilling words that not even breathing could be heard. Then, as Seoah continued her speech, her gaze met mine head-on.
While all the other women's eyes burned with heat and desire, hers were completely different.
They held blatant, sharp hatred.
‘What is this…?’
My brow furrowed on its own. Had I done something wrong? But before I had time to think about it, she spoke to all the freshmen again.
“Finally, we will conclude the entrance ceremony by reciting together the contract you must uphold for the rest of your lives.”
When she raised her hand, words appeared on the enormous screen at the front of the auditorium.
<Contract on Family Integration and Protection>
“What is that?”
I asked Chaerin, who was sitting beside me.
“A marriage contract. That's its official name, but everyone just calls it the master contract.”
Chaerin answered matter-of-factly. But the content that appeared on the screen was anything but trivial.
Student Council President Choi Seoah's ringing voice began reciting the clauses of the contract one by one, and all the women repeated them mechanically.
“Article 1. Upon execution of this contract, all tangible and intangible assets belonging to the female contract party shall become the complete property of the male head of household.”
“Article 2. The contracting party shall have no right to refuse any sexual demand made by the head of household, who shall possess disciplinary authority for the purpose of maintaining order within the family.”
“Article 3. The contracting party shall not possess the freedom to change residences or engage in social activities without the head of household's permission.”
“Article 4. The woman may not terminate this contract, but the head of household shall have the right to release the contracting party at any time.”
The more I heard, the wider my mouth fell open.
Complete surrender of property, body, and freedom. And a one-sided contract under which she could be discarded at any time depending on her husband's mood. This was nothing less than a slave contract.
Yet unlike me, the women reciting those clauses wore faces filled with reverence and a sense of honor. They looked like knights receiving the highest honor.
Amid that surreal spectacle, I looked at Student Council President Choi Seoah once again.
She was still looking down at the audience with an expression as cold as ice. And I saw it clearly. Her contemptuous gaze was once again directed precisely at me.
* * *
I was about to enter Class 1-1 with Chaerin and Subin, where we'd be taking classes from then on.
As soon as I appeared, the hallway naturally parted as if everyone had arranged it beforehand.
Each time I took a step, the women standing there silently moved to either side and opened a path for me.
No one showed me their back. They leaned against the walls and turned only their faces, following my every movement.
“…That man is in Class 1.”
“He's really a man….”
“I wish I'd been assigned to Class 1 too.”
“I think he's more handsome than the boy in our class.”
The voices barely escaping from among the women were sighs of admiration and lament.
I had never felt anything like it before.
Before I possessed this body, I had been a transparent existence who attracted no one's attention in a crowd.
It had been rare even for me to make eye contact with another person, but now dozens of gazes were fixed on me all at once.
My shoulders straightened on their own. A pleasant shiver ran down my spine.
So this was the weight a man carried in this world.
Before entering the classroom marked 1-1, I asked Chaerin why there were homerooms at a university.
Chaerin explained that the students were divided into classes because studying sex for four hours a day was mandatory, and that after lunch, everyone went to the classroom for their chosen major.
As for me, she said I had no major because I was a man. After lunch, I could go home or wait for the women—it didn't matter.
Hearing about the majors did make it feel like a university. A strange university divided into classes.
The moment I entered as a man, the small noises coming from inside the classroom stopped.
The classroom was like a stage. Around twenty women sat on chairs, each in a different pose and outfit.
But all of it served one purpose: seduction.
Their poses and clothes were all meant to seduce a man.
I casually glanced at a woman sitting near the front door.
First, I noticed the skirt hiked precariously high over her thighs. Because she was sitting, its short length looked even more dangerous.
When the fluorescent light fell on the smooth legs exposed beneath the skirt, the outline of her underwear showed through.
On the other side, a woman boldly exposing her toned abs stared at me with her arms crossed. Each time she breathed, her sharply defined 11-line abs shifted slightly.
The healthy sexiness radiating from her well-trained body heated the air in the classroom.
The woman beside her had deliberately undone several buttons of her blouse. The deep cleavage glimpsed between the buttons drew my attention.
They were displaying their most attractive features, and all those gazes were fixed on me, who had just appeared.
While I was distracted, Chaerin sat down by the window.
She pretended not to care, propping her chin on her hand as she looked out the window, but her profile was taut with tension. With so many women setting their sights on me, she seemed flustered.
While the other women wore blatantly provocative outfits, Han Subin wore a white blouse and a skirt of ordinary length.
That innocent appearance gave her a striking presence in this lewd classroom.
When our eyes met, she jumped in surprise, gave me a small smile, and then slightly lowered her head. Her blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight.
My gaze naturally moved toward the very front row. A woman with perfect posture was staring straight at me.
It was Cha Ayoung, who had taken the freshman representative's oath at the entrance ceremony. She was wearing a suit that clung tightly to her body, leaving almost no skin exposed, yet my eyes were drawn irresistibly to her ample breasts.
Just then, a soft yet composed voice rang out.
“All right, everyone, please take your seats.”
A beauty with a gentle-looking face entered. Like Cha Ayoung, she was wearing a suit, but it wasn't skin-tight.
I could feel every woman in the classroom holding her breath and watching my movements until the moment I sat down beside Chaerin.
“Everyone, I sincerely welcome you to the Marriage Academy. My name is Yoon Iseol, and I will be your homeroom teacher for the next year.”
Her gaze rested on me for a moment. There was a subtle curiosity in her eyes that differed from the other women's.
“And Kim Sihyeok, as the only man in the class, I look forward to working with you.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
When I answered, the atmosphere in the classroom stirred faintly once again. I could just barely hear remarks like, “His voice is nice too….”
“As you all already know, the educational goals of our academy differ from those of ordinary universities.”
Her voice was calm, but the content was anything but ordinary.
“This is where you learn everything necessary to become an excellent wife to one man.”
The curriculum that appeared on the screen consisted of subjects I already knew.
Subjects like <Understanding Male Psychology> and <Understanding and Practicing the Importance of Praise and Recognition> at least looked like liberal-arts courses.
But when I saw course titles like <Attractive Body Language>, <The Psychology of Touch>, <Introduction to a Healthy Sex Life>, and <Introduction to Oral Service Techniques>, the academy seemed less like a school and more like a sex-slave training camp.
“All education at our academy is conducted on the basis of the Male Protection Act and the sexual-violence prevention training that everyone is required to complete each year.”
The content of the sexual-violence prevention training was equally absurd. It was training women had to undergo so they would not make men feel sexually uncomfortable.
Everything from unwanted excessive exposure and persistent staring to coercive attempts at physical contact was defined as sexual violence.
It was a mad world. But at the same time, it was heaven for men.
“Now, let's begin by choosing a class president and vice president. The class president, as the class representative, will have various responsibilities. In particular, the class president will guide and assist the other students during various practical classes.”
The homeroom teacher filled the blackboard with a list of the advantages of being class president. But many of the women didn't seem very interested.
“For example, there are classes such as Physical Attractiveness Analysis and Psychology of Touch practicum. You may have to touch the other female students' bodies. And class-president activities count toward merit points.”
The mention of being able to touch the other female students' bodies lodged itself in my mind. There was no reason to hesitate.
If I became class president, I would be required to touch the bodies of more than twenty beautiful women—and it would all be perfectly legal.
I instinctively raised my hand.
“Me.”
The moment my voice rang out, every movement in the classroom stopped. The women's eyes widened with shock and excitement.
Everyone was surprised that a man had volunteered to take on this troublesome task. They were also excited by the possibility that, if they were lucky, the man might touch them during practical class.
“I'll do it too.”
Cha Ayoung was the one who raised her hand with a clear voice. One after another, hands shot up around the room in competition.
The women's ulterior motives blazed: each wanted to become that man's assistant.
“Oh my, it looks like Sihyeok wants to do it. Then Sihyeok will be class president, all right? No objections?”
Yoon Iseol said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. There had been no vote, but no one objected.
If a man wanted it, that was the classroom's law and truth. This was the democracy of this world.
“Then shall we have Cha Ayoung, who volunteered first, serve as vice president?”
Cha Ayoung stood up and bowed deeply.
“All right, let's begin our first activity. Everyone, please move to the central infirmary on the first floor for your physical examinations.”
The infirmary our homeroom teacher led us to was much larger and better equipped than I had expected.
I didn't know much about medical equipment, but gleaming white, cutting-edge devices lined the room, and three doors stood side by side along one wall.
“If sexual desire becomes too much to bear during class, you can use the soundproof booths over there.”
The school nurse standing before us explained kindly.
Each booth door had a small window through which the shadow of someone inside could be seen faintly. There were no locks, but the design made it possible to tell whether someone was inside.
“If you don't masturbate enough, you can develop heat sickness, so it's a good idea to masturbate every morning or evening.”
I nearly doubted my ears at the words ‘heat sickness.’ This was the first I had heard of it. Did the women of this world get sick if they didn't masturbate?
While I asked Chaerin what heat sickness was, the physical examination began as usual. Starting with student number one, they measured everyone's height, weight, eyesight, and hearing in order.
It wasn't much different from the physical examinations I knew.
When the examination was over, the school nurse pointed toward the curtained-off area inside and spoke.
“All right, now come inside and take off all your clothes.”
What?
I froze at this absurd request. The women, however, began undressing as naturally as if nothing were unusual. Flustered, I cleared my throat.
“Ahem, ahem. Ma'am? Why do we need to take off our clothes….”
The school nurse turned to me with a puzzled expression at my question.
“Oh, Sihyeok, you don't know yet. Physical condition is the most basic criterion when evaluating a wife's value. We need to meticulously record everything, from the size and color of her areolas to the shape and tightness of her pussy and anus, so each woman can find a good husband later, don't you think?”
A pussy-and-anus examination? They were going to do that… here? Now?
“All right, we'll start the thorough examination now, so could the class president come out and help me?”