Chapter 74: Jun’s Plan
The air in the office had shifted from the electric tension of climax to a heavy, languid stillness. Leni had partially dressed, though “dressed” was a generous term. She sat perched on the edge of her desk, wearing nothing but a set of lacy black bra and panties, with her oversized white lab coat draped loosely over her shoulders. Her panties were still damp and clinging to her skin, a visible reminder of the explosive release she had just experienced. She was sucking on a cherry-flavored lollipop, the stick poking out from between her lips as she glared begrudgingly at Jun.
“So,” Leni started, her voice still a bit husky from her orgasms. “What exactly is the ‘pleasure’ I’m providing that has the ‘Rumor Prime’ suddenly paying me a visit?”
Jun didn’t answer immediately. He walked to the sink in the corner of the room, the sound of running water filling the silence as he meticulously washed his hands. He dried them with a towel, his movements slow and deliberate.
“If I hadn’t stepped in,” Jun replied, turning back to her with a faint, knowing smile, “Hana and I would still be standing here waiting for you to finish. And based on your moaning, you were nowhere near the finish line.”
Leni huffed, a slight flush creeping up her neck. She knew he was right; the mechanical stimulation had been a tease, a frustrating torture that only Jun’s touch had resolved. “Fine. You’ve got a point,” she muttered, leaning back. “Now, what do you actually want? I’m assuming you didn’t come here just to cry and complain about foul play.”
“You’ve heard the rumors, I assume,” Jun said.
“Hard not to,” Leni replied, popping the lollipop out of her mouth. “But you’re wasting your time if you’re expecting the administration to step in. The Academy doesn’t care about student squabbles. In fact, they view it as part of the assessment. Especially when it involves a Prime.”
Leni leaned back, her gaze becoming more clinical, her voice taking on the tone of a lecturer. “It’s Ana’s philosophy. Most of the students here are elite, but they’re also pampered. They’ve spent their whole lives being told they’re the best, sheltered by their families’ wealth and status. They need to be tempered. If a Prime can’t handle a few whispers and a bit of social sabotage, they’ll just grow up to be spoiled adults who collapse the moment things get difficult. The administration sees this conflict as a test of your leadership and mental fortitude.”
She paused, looking at Jun with a critical eye. “It’s the same for the girls. The elite females are under even more pressure. They are taught to be the architects of society, but you can’t build anything if you’re fragile. By allowing these power struggles—the rumors, the rivalries, the psychological warfare—the Academy creates a ‘Crucible.’ It forces the girls to develop a thick skin and a strategic mind. Those who can’t handle the heat are filtered out. The ones who survive and thrive are the ones who will actually lead the world.”
Leni sighed, a small, cynical smile playing on her lips. “In Ana’s eyes, a ‘perfect’ student isn’t just someone with the best grades or the highest virility markers. It’s someone who can maintain their composure while the world is trying to tear them down. The administration doesn’t intervene because intervention is a crutch. If they solved every problem for you, you’d never learn how to dominate the environment. They want you to be the apex predator, not a protected pet.”
Jun listened, his expression unchanged, but he appreciated the insight. He had always suspected the Academy was more than just a breeding ground, but Leni’s explanation confirmed that the “chaos” he had witnessed was a calculated part of the curriculum.
“So,” Jun commented, his voice cool. “The rumors aren’t just noise. They’re a benchmark. The Academy wants to see if I’ll let them define me, or if I’ll define the situation myself.”
“Exactly,” Leni replied, popping the lollipop back into her mouth. “Now, the question is: are you going to play by their rules, or are you going to rewrite them?”
Jun nodded, acknowledging the logic. “And you? Are you going to help me clear the air, or are you too busy with your R&D?”
Leni shrugged, her expression indifferent. “I’m a scientist, Jun. I don’t bother with social politics—it’s a waste of my time. But if you’re looking for a way to shut them up efficiently, I’m all ears. What’s the plan?”
“I plan to have my first time with Hana,” Jun stated calmly. “And I’m going to do it on a livestream. I’ll shut the rumors down in one go.”
Leni’s eyes widened, her interest instantly piqued. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. “A public execution of the rumors. I like it. Very bold. Very… theatrical.”
“Since you’re the expert on ‘equipment’ and environments,” Jun continued, “I need you to arrange a high-end hotel room. Not just any room—something with the luxury and atmosphere of a top-tier love hotel. I have some… specific preferences based on experience.”
Jun leaned back, his mind already visualizing the scene. “I don’t want a generic suite. I want a room that screams indulgence. I’m thinking deep crimson velvets, dimmable ambient lighting that can shift from a warm glow to a moody purple, and a bed that’s more like a cloud—something that looks as inviting as it is expensive. The acoustics need to be perfect; I want every moan and every breath to be captured with crystal clarity, without any background noise. I want the viewers to feel like they’re in the room, breathing the same air.”
Leni listened, her eyes gleaming as she began to process the technical requirements. She could see he wasn’t just thinking about the sex; he was thinking about the production.
“And the cameras,” Jun added, his voice becoming more precise. “I don’t want a single, static shot. I want a multi-angle setup. A wide shot to capture the scale of the room and the intimacy of the moment, a close-up for the reactions—the flushed skin, the dilated pupils—and a high-angle shot to emphasize the positions. Everything needs to be perfectly framed. I want it to feel like a high-budget film, not a shaky phone recording. The goal is to create a spectacle that feels both impossibly private and overwhelmingly public.”
He looked at Leni, his gaze steady. “I want the viewers to see the raw intensity of it. I want them to see exactly how I handle Hana, and I want the contrast between her ‘Nation’s Sweetheart’ image and her reaction to me to be the main event. By the time the stream ends, the rumors won’t just be gone—they’ll be replaced by a total realization of what they’ve been missing.”
Leni let out a low whistle, genuinely impressed. “You’re not just planning a first time; you’re planning a sensory assault. You’re treating this like a professional production. I love it. I can handle the logistics—I’ll source the best room on the island and set up the rigs myself. We’ll make sure the lighting is cinematic and the angles are… provocative.”
“A luxury setup with professional-grade cinematography. Now that is a project I can get behind,” Leni said, her eyes gleaming. “But what about the crew? A production this precise needs a team to handle the stream, the lighting, and the feed. Are you planning to hire a professional livestreaming company, or do you want me to source some specialists?”
Jun considered this for a moment. He didn’t like the idea of random contractors stumbling into his private space, nor did he trust a corporate agency to capture the “raw” energy he wanted. “I’m not sure I want a third-party company,” Jun replied. “I want total control over the edit and the feed. If we use an agency, we’re beholden to their style.”
Leni sat up straight, her excitement peaking. “In that case, let us handle it ourselves. I have a few trusted assistants and a couple of students who owe me favors—people who are discrete, technically skilled, and completely loyal to me. We can run the entire operation as a closed-loop system. I’ll act as the director, managing the angles and the audio from a control room, while you and Hana provide the… performance.”
She grinned, her competitive spirit as an engineer flaring up. “Handling it internally means we can tweak the settings in real-time. If a shot isn’t hitting the right emotional beat, I can switch angles in a heartbeat. It turns the whole thing into a scientific experiment in pleasure. I’m in.”
Jun nodded, satisfied. “Perfect. You handle the crew and the technicals. I’ll handle the performance.”
Hana, who had spent the last few minutes in uncharacteristic silence, was listening with an intensity that bordered on hunger. She was still reeling from seeing Jun’s aggressive side with Leni, and the thought of being the center of that focus—while the world watched—sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She looked like a disciplined kitten, attentive and eager, her usual playful antics replaced by a raw, nervous excitement.
Leni popped the lollipop back into her mouth, her eyes gleaming. “A luxury setup with professional-grade cinematography. Now that is a project I can get behind. Consider it done, Prime.”