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Ever since direct-line Go Seonyul personally relocated to Incheon and brought the company with her, construction of the Education Department had proceeded at lightning speed.
There wasn’t any issue with selecting the site—I had already designated that long ago. And beyond that, from staking the ground and laying the foundation, to erecting the frame, assembling the formwork, and raising the building itself—every stage had been completed in nearly a week.
Of course, a lot of the fine-detail work remained, so it wasn’t fully finished. But still—what more could you ask for? A proper building had gone up in just a week.
I mean, we live in a world where even a prison complex with intricate security systems or a supertall skyscraper can be thrown up in six months. Compared to those, a simple building like this could plausibly go up that fast—especially when a direct-line member was personally leading the charge.
Thanks to that, I was able to leave the entire matter in Seonyul noona’s hands, and finally reach a decision on something I’d been wrestling with for a while—a very serious and deeply important issue.
“Yeah, it’s way more commemorative if it’s done at graduation. It’s the logical choice.”
“...”
The issue of when to take the virginities of the female Prestige candidates, freshly graduated from the High School of Education and now formally adults.
Should it be at the graduation ceremony? Or the matriculation ceremony?
Sounds absurd? It’s not. This is a serious matter. The difference between the two is night and day.
“When you think about it, our Group has been shockingly sexist until now.”
“Sexist...? I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure what you mean by that...”
The Director of the High School of Education and the Dean of the Prestige Institute were both sweating through their clothes again today as I spoke.
Of course they couldn’t understand—this wasn’t something they were expecting to hear out of nowhere.
“But you, Director, would know better than anyone what kind of adulthood ceremony the male Prestige candidates undergo when they graduate.”
“...You mean... the castration?”
“Yeah. That.”
All Prestige personnel were required to remain celibate for life.
For the men, that meant literal castration. But the women? There wasn’t really any equivalent.
At best, they were put on regular contraceptives or underwent temporary sterilization procedures.
“Men got a meaningful rite of passage from the Group. But the female Prestige candidates? Nothing. They were just left alone until they entered the Institute. In other words, the Group was implicitly placing more value on the male side. That’s a textbook case of gender discrimination.”
“...”
The female Director of the High School and the Dean of the Prestige Institute both stared at me, their expressions blank with disbelief.
Why were they looking at me like that? I mean, let’s not forget—I was nominated for the 2077 year-end Gender Equality Award by the UN-affiliated World Gender Equality Committee.
Sure, I threw it out the moment I got it, but still.
“So, I figured the female Prestige candidates deserved a meaningful graduation gift of their own.”
“M-May I ask... what kind of method you’ve come up with...?”
“Well, just like balls are important to men, virginity is important to women. The men pledged loyalty to the company by offering up their balls, so now the women should pledge their loyalty by offering up their virginity.”
“...”
The two women looked like they had about a thousand things they wanted to say. Their lips twitched, but in the end, they couldn’t bring themselves to say anything aloud.
“Why those faces? It looks like you both have thoughts you’re dying to share.”
“N-No, not at all... Nothing of the sort...”
“Come on, if you’ve got any ideas, feel free to share them. That’s the only way I can make the whole thing a bit more... progressive.”
“If I may ask, this matter of offering up virginity—what exactly... how exactly did you mean for it to be done? And to whom, specifically, would it be offered...?”
“Tsk. Who else? I’m the one in charge of the Prestige Education Department now.”
“...”
“It’s tough, sure, but I’ll have to sacrifice myself. Can’t exactly let any other man in, can we? Not among the sacred Prestige.”
“I... I see. All three hundred ninety-one of them...”
With a snap of my fingers, Seo Aram—standing quietly by my side—stepped forward and set a stack of documents down in front of the Director and the Dean.
It was the same packet that Go Seonyul had read before, the one that had made her eyes go cold. Slightly updated this time.
“It’s a kind of coming-of-age ceremony. Since there are so many of them, we’ll need to schedule a reasonable time frame. I’m thinking from right after graduation up to the day before matriculation. What do you think?”
The two women pressed their fingers against their brows, skimming through the pages, then let out faint sighs and nodded.
“Y-Yes... Understood. We’ll proceed in this manner going forward.”
“I asked what you thought, but you just skipped straight to the conclusion. Well, fine then. We’ll start with this graduating class, so get everything ready. Not many days left—it’s going to be tight.”
“Yes, sir...”
“And as you probably know by now, Education Director Seo Aram will be designing the curriculum with you from now on. You’ve both got experience and know-how, so give her your full support.”
“Yes. Understood, Master.”
And with that, the meeting with the female Director of the High School and the female Dean of the Prestige Institute came to an end.
Naturally, what followed was commemorative sex. Despite only recently losing their virginity, the women learned quickly—befitting elite Prestige.
Time passed. Soon came the long-awaited Friday, February 8th: the day of the female High School of Education’s graduation ceremony.
“—You are now full adults, capable of bearing all the duties and responsibilities required by the company. There will be no more mistakes. From here on, you must use everything you’ve learned and everything you will continue to build to meet every expectation the company demands of you. Furthermore... (speech omitted).”
The Director stood at the podium, delivering her address with a stern expression.
For a speech meant for freshly twenty-year-old graduates, it was remarkably severe.
Usually, people say something warm, sentimental at a ceremony like this. This was downright grim.
Well, I supposed it made sense—these were Prestige candidates being trained to serve and obey the direct line. Even so, it felt a bit excessive.
In social terms, it was like giving a high school graduation speech that sounded like a military induction briefing.
Still... damn, look at them.
I sat back in the highest guest seat, watching the ceremony unfold.
For this graduation ceremony, we had the uniforms specially taken in—shorter and tighter—and the result was that each and every figure looked outstanding.
In particular, the ultra-mini H-line skirts were so tight I wondered if they could even move their legs, and so short I worried the crotch might show; paired with black stockings, the effect was vertiginous.
Honestly, I feel like I could cum just from touching and rubbing.
“—Up to now, you who have passed through a harrowing process will, from this moment, walk the true path of Prestige. Prestige never looks back. It stares only at the assigned objective and you work, dedicating everything in your life to it. You will meet the company’s demands with absolute capability and absolute loyalty. You are now... (omitted).”
‘I want to fuck her already.’
Fuck.
Why is this so long.
It was dull beyond belief—honestly, calling it a “speech” was generous; it was closer to outright intimidation.
And yet, the soon-to-be Prestige recruits, who had gone through countless rounds of training (brainwashing) and all kinds of tests, were all focused with perfectly serious faces.
Amazing, really. I’d lose focus after five seconds, tops.
Go Minji would probably last three.
“Next, we will proceed with the salute to the company. Today, we are honored by the visit of Young Master Go Muyeol.”
Finally, the speech was over.
Normally, they would salute the company flag or the emblem—the symbols of Prestige—but since a direct-line member was present, every one of them turned to salute me instead.
Hundreds of women stood with their hands over their hearts, facing me—a magnificent sight.
Especially the ones who’d soon be moaning in my arms—their salutes stirred a special kind of conquest and arousal.
‘Ha... all of that’s mine.’
Maybe it’s because I’m hard right now,
but it feels like they’re all saluting my cock.
And I’m sitting up here in the highest guest seat, while they’re all looking up from below, right?
They’re literally gazing up at my erection.
Anyway, once all the usual graduation procedures were finished, the graduates—dressed to the nines—moved to a separate location.
Over the next few days, they would be staying together, each taking their turn through the coming-of-age ceremony.
“Representative graduate, step forward.”
Inside the massive auditorium, I stood on the stage.
At Seo Aram’s cue, the representative graduate—whose name I’d seen on paper before—walked up to me with a face tight with nerves.
Long straight hair, a slim overall frame—
but her chest strained so hard against the tight blouse it looked like it might burst, and her hips had impressive volume.
I held back the itch under my skin and waited until she finished her bow before me.
“Representative graduate, Oh Hyun-jung.”
The moment her waist straightened from its near-ninety-degree bow, I yanked her in and kissed her hard.
“Mmhp?!”
Holding her warm, full body tight against me, I ran my hands over her back, her waist, her ass, while devouring her mouth.
A faint murmur rose around us—
a mix of shock and awe from the trainees.
No wonder—here I was, kissing her noisily in front of hundreds of eyes.
“Mmph... pah—”
After all but ravaging Oh Hyun-jung’s first kiss, I stroked her soft cheek.
Flushed and trembling, she lowered her head, slowly sank down, and [N O V E L I G H T] with shaking hands began to pull down my zipper.
BRRNG—!
“...!!”
The moment my fully erect cock sprang free, it flicked up and tapped the tip of Oh Hyun-jung’s nose.
She froze, eyes wide for an instant, then wrapped her fingers around it with slow, hesitant motion.
“Ah... uhh— G-Graduate Oh, Oh Hyun-jung... as representative of the 37th graduating class, I... I swear absolute obedience to my Master...”
Dazed, her eyes unfocused as if spinning, she wavered—then finally pressed her lips to the head.
Sluurp.
For quite a while.
