There are moments in a man's life where dignity is a choice.
This was not one of those moments.
Because I, Kang Min-jae—new student at Yin Arts Academy, proud possessor of the Stormbound Fool title—was walking down the main corridor with a full-system erection that had refused to die for 7 hours straight.
Why?
Because apparently, spiritual achievements come with… consequences.
And this one?
Was throbbing.
Every step sent a reminder. Every brush of my loose academy robes felt like a sensual slap from the gods. I tried taping it down. I tried ice. I tried focusing on grandma. Even Yura's grandma. Nothing worked.
And worst of all?
Everyone could sense it.
[SYSTEM STATUS]
Passive Effect: Stormbound Fool – Full-Day Boner of Destiny
Remaining Duration: 16h 48m
Spiritual Signature: Radiant. Visible. Pulsing.
Warning: You are a walking beacon of Lust Qi. MILFs may notice.
I ducked my head and walked faster.
A student passed by, paused, and gave me a once-over.
"Is your dantian… vibrating?"
"No," I lied. "That's just… breathing qi through my pants."
He nodded solemnly. "Advanced technique. Respect."
I kept walking.
Praying.
Then the door appeared: Classroom 3B — Orientation with Cultivation Ethics Instructor.
I took a breath.
Then three more.
Then opened the door.
And saw her.
She sat at the front of the class—legs crossed, robe pristine, glasses perched at the tip of her nose.
Her nameplate read: Instructor Mira – Discipline Division.
Her aura?
Pure Yin pressure. Cold, firm, terrifying.
She adjusted her glasses and looked up.
"You're late, Kang Min-jae."
I bowed. "Apologies, Instructor Mira. I was delayed by… spiritual instability."
Her eyes scanned me once.
Then again.
Then she blinked. Slowly.
"...Sit down."
I shuffled to the nearest seat like a man trying not to knock over a bookshelf with his crotch. I kept my robe pulled low, my bag positioned carefully over my lap like it contained divine secrets.
It didn't.
It contained three spiritual condoms, a spoon, and a sketchbook that said MILF STRATEGY NOTES.
[SYSTEM NOTE]
Instructor Mira – Cultivation Rank: Yin Enforcer (Glass Type)
Temperament: Strict. Cold. Secretly Curious.
Alert Level: Suspicious
Warning: 34% chance of disciplinary focus if aura leaks.
She began to speak.
"The purpose of today's class is to discuss the boundaries of spiritual intimacy and emotional manipulation in dual cultivation—"
My boner twitched.
"—especially when it involves partners of unequal experience."
It twitched again. Harder.
I shifted in my seat. The chair squeaked. Loudly.
She paused.
Her eyes flicked toward me.
I smiled. Weakly.
Sweat beaded at my temple.
She walked toward me. Slowly. Each step perfectly balanced. Her heels clicked with authority.
"You seem tense, Kang Min-jae."
"No! I mean yes! I mean—I'm cultivating patience. Right now. Actively."
She stared down at me. Eyes narrowed.
Then, suddenly—
She picked up my bag.
Flipped it open.
Pulled out my MILF STRATEGY NOTES.
Read the title.
Silence.
Classroom-wide silence.
A girl in the back snorted.
Instructor Mira did not laugh.
She closed the notebook. Slowly. Precisely.
Then placed it on my desk.
"You are… unique," she said softly.
"Thanks?"
"Stand up."
"What."
"I said. Stand. Up."
My soul died.
I rose slowly, clutching my bag in front of me like a chastity shield.
"Remove the bag."
"...No."
"Remove it. Now."
[SYSTEM WARNING]
You are one breath away from public exposure.
Morale: -12
Erection Stability: 99%
Reputation: At Risk
I lowered the bag.
The class gasped.
Instructor Mira… adjusted her glasses.
"Is that…" a student whispered.
"…glowing?" another said.
Instructor Mira stared at me like I was an exhibit at a forbidden museum.
"You are suffering from a rare System backlash," she murmured. "Unregulated Yin retention. Severe Lust Qi overflow. Fascinating."
She stepped closer.
Raised one hand.
Her fingers hovered inches from my robe.
"Instructor—"
"Hush."
Then—boop—she tapped it.
Not it-it. Just the robe. But the robe moved.
Visibly.
My body jerked.
My soul left.
[SYSTEM TRIGGERED]
You have activated Emergency Modesty Protocol – Lv.0
Skill Created: Flaccid Phantom: Cloak Mode
Effect: Illusory projection of pants flatness for 5 minutes.
Mana cost: 40%
Duration: Short. Very short. Desperation-tier.
I collapsed into my seat.
She blinked.
Then, mercifully, turned away.
"Sit. Stay quiet. And read your notes."
"Yes ma'am."
I opened the notebook.
Realized I'd accidentally drawn a full-page doodle labeled MILF Fusion Forms with hearts.
I cried internally.
Ten Minutes Later
Instructor Mira lectured about emotional discipline in Yin sharing.
I was trying to hide the fact that my phantom cloak was rapidly unraveling.
Then the door slammed open.
"Apologies for being late!"
It was Hye-Ra.
Wearing an academy uniform that had no right to exist. Crop-top robe. Side slit skirt. Cleavage window with bonus underboob.
Her wine gourd floated behind her like a forbidden familiar.
She saw me.
Paused.
Smirked.
"Oh. You look flustered."
"I'm in hell," I whispered.
She walked past me. Flicked her fingers under my chin.
And whispered, "Still twitching, I see."
[SYSTEM STATUS]
YIN PRESSURE: SPIKING
STORMBOUND FOOL – Reinvigorated. Erection Status: Heroic.
Trousers: In agony.
Instructor Mira turned around.
"Ms. Hye-Ra. Please sit. And cease seduction attempts in the Ethics class."
"Who, me?" she said innocently.
She took a seat beside me.
Whispered, "I could help you, you know."
"No."
"You're going to pop a vein."
"No."
"That's not what your—"
"NO."
After Class
I stumbled into the hallway, robe billowing like a banner of defeat.
The system buzzed.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
Status Effect: Public Restraint Hero
You have survived an entire lecture without ejaculating or being expelled.
REWARDS:
+1 Willpower
+1 Resistance to MILF Pressure
New Skill: Phantom Concealment – Lv.1
Effect: Temporarily cloaks aura spikes and spiritual boners for 10 minutes.
I slumped against the wall.
Then heard a throat clear.
I looked up.
Ms. Hwan.
Headmistress. Nightmare in heels. Standing like a divine executioner.
She looked down.
Paused.
"...You're still hard?"
"I—Yes. System backlash. I swear—"
Her eyes narrowed.
"Follow me."
"I—what?"
"Emergency suppression training. Basement chamber. Now."
"Can I die instead?"
"No."
She turned.
And I followed.
Erect.
Trembling.
Afraid.