You make it to Mi-sun's room

As you enter the dormitory building, you hear many voices (most of them male) coming out of the common area. Although this is still public space, you somehow doubt that you will be left alone if you are seen. From what you have seen so far, girls can say "no" but they are not expected to, at least without a good reason. You suppose the reverse must be quite similar too but that is not your main concern right now. Now that you know Mi-sun is not weird or mean, you would much rather spend some time with her in private in her power than service who knows how many horny students on your own behalf and in her stead both.

Luckily you do not attract any attention and soon Mi-sun opens her room with her fingerprint (yet another sign of the campus being state-of-art, more so than any you knew of in your old life). Her roommate is not in, but it is quite clear from a quick glance she is an extroverted and social girl, as wild as this world’s rules would permit. Mi-sun notices you looking around. “Yeah, I think you can like tell what kind of person Nessa is” she says a mockingly (you hope) rueful smile. “Pretty sure they matched us on purpose to balance each other out. You know, she like cures me of my shyness and I’m the first one to tell her nobody wants to hear her orgasmic shouts after midnight.” You suppose your mistress must be right, the girls are clearly meant to smoothen the other’s more **** sides. And if that leads to a conflict, well, nothing can bring two students closer together than having their bare bottoms set on fire side by side.

It turns out one of your earlier guesses about what Mi-sun might do with you was almost on the spot. She indeed wants you to clean her room as she has no sexual appetite for you and there are currently no sexual duties you could be used to absorb on her behalf. You are still feeling moist between your legs as you start going about the chores naked in front of a stranger but you are very certain at this point that she is not interested. She is, however, interested in your academic career as her own ambitions lay in a similar direction and as you clean you answer her many questions from your mix of old and new memories. The Rulebook was fantastic once again and you find the academic aspect of things did not change at all but the same could not be said for extracurricular and social activities. Mi-sun’s mouth literally stays open while you recount being “drafted” as a Masters student into a charitable naked run. The slowest girls (and the selection was random, a years-long athlete was as likely to be picked as a couch potato) were given to be used for sexual gratification by the winners of the lottery held among ticket-holders. After they were thoroughly paddled for their poor fitness level, of course. The fastest were given symbolic awards for their charity contributions. You just missed getting into that group, but then you already had all the extracurricular points you needed so you did not feel that not being naked on the stage with your name called out was a giant loss.

You are working quickly but making sure you miss nothing, assuming Mi-sun will have been brought up with a strong sense of work ethics, but also because you do not want to take an advantage of her kindness. She can make life quite miserable for you for a while if she chooses to. You are practically done with everything she outlined in about an hour of work... and just as you are straightening her fresh bedsheets the lock clicks again. The blonde who can be only Nessa floats in and Mi-sun actually audibly groans. You can only hope it is mostly in jest. “That’s not very nice, roomie” says Nessa. Her attire is a lot less exposing than you would have expected; the jeans are perfectly normal and while the t-shirt is clearly too tight for her bust, the modest Mi-sun was not doing much better in that regard before she commandeered your jumper. Her face, however, bears now mostly dried marks of definitely more than one ejaculation. Even as she continues talking she reaches for baby wipes on her on bedside table and starts cleaning herself up.

“And who is your friend?” she asks. “This is Jenna, she’s a new postgrad researcher with Dr Milner, I have her for three hours as a part of her introduction” Mi-sun says with a barely noticeable sigh. You give Nessa a small smile but return your attention to the bedding immediately. “You got a **** with an ass like this and you’re using her for cleaning?!” The blond shakes her head in disbelief. “Okay, I know you don’t like me doing things to you but you will let me borrow her at least, right? Right?!” Li-sun’s sigh is more obvious this time. “I had more things for her to do but you won’t take “no” for an answer, will you?” Nessa just grins in response, dabbing at her face. “Fine. I have another hour and fifty minutes, she’s yours. But that’s how much you owe me in chores time, I was going to have her do your laundry too.” Mi-sun takes off her badge, crosses her own name out and signs the change and passes it to Nessa. The blond roommate just puts it down onto the desk instead of pinning it to the overly tight shirt; she seems quite happy to stay inside. You are still getting your head around the fact nobody asked for your opinion in the discussion; is this how it feels to be an object? Mi-sun’s only problem was losing some free labour. And conversation, apparently, because she tells you to add your number to her phone, which you do. Nessa in the meanwhile is already peeling her jeans down. Unsurprisingly there is nothing underneath.

“Right, get over here, pet” she tells you with another wide grin.