Chapter 48: Leni Vance
The grandeur of the main hall began to dissipate as the student body split. The air was thick with the sound of thousands of students moving in different directions, a sea of dark blue uniforms shifting like a tide. Hana, Mei, and Akane bid their farewells to Jun and Sora, their expressions a mix of excitement and lingering rivalry. They were heading toward the female-specific orientation, a world of social networking and reproductive seminars that Jun would not be a part of.
“Don’t miss me too much, Oppa!” Hana chirped, blowing a kiss before being swept away by the crowd.
Jun and Sora, meanwhile, headed in the opposite direction. Their destination was a separate wing of the Academy, a place reserved for the Prime Candidates and their assigned mentors. As they walked, the atmosphere became quieter, the halls more sterile. The “Prime” experience was designed to be exclusive, a curated journey of leadership and virility.
They were led to a specific meeting room, a space that should have felt like a formal office. However, as Jun pushed the door open, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Inside, the room looked less like a classroom and more like a garage that had exploded. Papers were strewn across every surface, holographic screens flickered with erratic data, and the air smelled faintly of ozone and strong coffee. In the center of the chaos stood a woman who looked like she had just survived a laboratory accident. Her strawberry-blonde hair was a wild nest of curls, and a pair of oversized goggles were pushed up onto her forehead. She was wearing an oversized white lab coat that looked two sizes too big, and she was currently hunched over a strange, humming gadget, completely oblivious to their arrival.
Sora, ever the poised guide, stepped forward first. “Ms. Leni?” she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and polits.
Leni didn’t look up immediately. She muttered something to herself about “frequency oscillation” and tightened a screw on her device. Only when the gadget emitted a loud, sputtering pop did she jump, her goggles sliding down over her eyes. She blinked, finally noticing the two guests standing in her doorway.
“Oh! Right! The Prime and the Guide,” Leni said, her voice high-energy and slightly raspy. She pushed her goggles back up with a flourish, her eyes wide and flickering with a restless intelligence. “I’m Professor Leni Vance. Your assigned ‘specialist.’ Though, let’s be honest, ‘teacher’ is such a boring word. I prefer ‘reproductive engineer’ or ‘chaos coordinator.’”
Jun stared at her. He had expected a stern academic or a poised maternal figure—someone like Principal Ana. He hadn’t expected a woman who looked like she had forgotten what sleep was.
“I’ll be honest with you both,” Leni continued, leaning back against her desk and crossing her arms. “I’m not actually interested in the teaching part of this job. The bureaucracy of the Academy is a nightmare, and the standard curriculum is a snooze-fest. I only took this position because if I don’t, the board will pull my research funding, and then I’d have to actually work for a living. Truly tragic.”
Sora and Jun both felt a simultaneous twitch in their eyebrows. They had never encountered a teacher who viewed their education as a chore—or who spoke about their prestigious institution as if it were a tedious office job.
“However,” Leni added, her expression suddenly changing. She leaned in, her gaze sharpening as she looked at Jun. She didn’t just look at him; she squinted, as if she were trying to see his internal circuitry. “I did see the video. Your first time with the guide. Now, that was interesting. Most Primes are just… well, they’re just meat. Over-privileged, over-confident meat with the finesse of a sledgehammer.”
She let out a loud, exaggerated sigh of relief, practically sagging against her desk. “Which is great news for me! Because it means I don’t actually have to teach you anything. You already know how to handle women. I can basically leave you to your own devices, and I can spend ninety percent of my time back in my lab with my prototypes, probably eating cold pizza and ignoring my emails. Win-win!”
She then paused, her eyes widening as a sudden thought struck her. She reached for a notebook and scribbled something frantically. “Actually, wait! If you’re as naturally gifted as that footage suggests, we could potentially skip the ‘Basics of Intimacy’ module entirely. I could just give you the ‘Advanced Pleasure Engineering’ manual and we can treat your bedroom like a beta-testing site. You do the work, I get the data, and I can tell the Board that you’re ‘progressing at an accelerated rate’ while I take a nap!”
Sora looked absolutely appalled. “Professor, is this how you treat all your students? As a source of data for your naps?”
Leni blinked, looking at Sora as if she had just asked the most obvious question in the world. “Listen, honey, the ‘standard’ way of doing things is why most people are bored in bed. I’m offering you a shortcut to transcendence! Besides,” she added, glancing back at Jun with a mischievous glint, “it’s not my fault he’s actually interesting. Most of the other Primes are about as exciting as a wet cardboard box.”
Sora looked appalled. “Professor, with all due respect, we are here to learn. We still need to have classes with Jun and the other girls. We can’t just… leave it to chance.”
Leni groaned, rolling her eyes. “Ugh, the ‘standard procedure’ talk. Boring! Why bother with a lecture when you can just experiment?” To emphasize her point, she reached onto her desk and pulled up a sleek, metallic object. It was an ergonomically designed plug, made of a shimmering, high-tech silicone-carbon hybrid that seemed to pulse with a faint, internal light.
“Look at this,” Leni said, holding it up like a prize. “I’ve just improved the performance. This isn’t some store-bought toy. This is a precision instrument. It can trigger a climax in under sixty seconds by targeting the internal nerve clusters with a specific vibration frequency. It’s a masterpiece of engineering!”
Sora leaned in, her brow furrowing. She had seen toys before, but nothing that looked this… scientific. She looked at the shape, then at Jun, her voice hesitant. “What exactly is… how is that used?”
Jun, recognizing the device instantly from his “Pro” knowledge, didn’t miss a beat. “It’s an anal plug, Sora.”
Sora’s face flushed a deep crimson. The bluntness of the answer, combined with the clinical way Leni was presenting the device, left her momentarily speechless.
Leni beamed, clearly pleased that Jun knew the answer. “Exactly! See? He’s a natural. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ve spent enough energy on ‘introductions’ for one day. Let’s just agree that we’ll meet occasionally so I can check your vitals and make sure nobody’s dying of boredom. Deal?”
Jun looked at the eccentric woman and then at the strange device in her hand. He could tell that Leni wasn’t just a lazy teacher; she was a genius who spoke the same language of “optimization” that he did. He didn’t just see a toy; he saw a prototype.
He reached out, taking the device from her hand and turning it over. He studied the curvature of the tip and the distribution of the weight, his eyes narrowing with a clinical focus.
“The vibration frequency might be high,” Jun noted, his voice calm and analytical, “but the geometry is off. The curve isn’t quite right. If you shift the angle slightly and increase the tension on the base, it wouldn’t just ‘trigger a climax.’ It would hit the internal sensitive spots with a far more precise pressure. As it is, it’s a great tool, but it’s not fully optimized for the way a woman’s internal walls actually respond.”
Leni froze. Her jaw dropped slightly, and her goggles slid down her nose. She stared at Jun, her eyes widening in genuine shock. For the first time, she wasn’t looking at him as a “Prime,” but as a fellow expert.
“Wait… you noticed that?” Leni whispered, her voice filled with a sudden, intense excitement. “I thought the current curve was the gold standard for haptic response! You’re telling me the pressure point is off?”
Jun handed the device back to her, a small, intrigued smile forming on his lips. “I’m telling you that based on experience, the current design is close, but not quite there. With a few tweaks to the shape, you could make it perfect.”
Leni practically vibrated with excitement, her hand flying to her notebook to scribble down his suggestion. “Perfect! I can do that! I can absolutely do that! Oh, this is great! I’ve finally found a collaborator who doesn’t just say ‘it feels good’ but can actually tell me where it feels good!”
“Deal,” Jun replied, his gaze meeting hers.