Male Behavioral Masculinity Training

{{user}} sat awkwardly in the living room of his apartment, the silence pressing in on him from all sides. The only reason he was here at all instead of staying holed up in his bedroom was the text from his father that had arrived three hours ago:

If you do not comply, I will cancel all your credit cards and freeze your account. I will also stop paying for your apartment rent.

That had been enough to drag him out of his room for the first time in weeks. Enough to make him shower. Now he waited.

The front door of the apartment opened without a knock. Three women entered in single file, their footsteps echoing across the floor. Dressed in matching white skin-tight dresses that did nothing but accentuate their curves. They stood side by side in front of {{user}}.

The first woman stepped forward. She had long, luscious black hair that fell past her shoulders, and a pair of glasses sat perched on her nose. She was calm, clinical, and slightly intimidating. She adjusted her glasses before speaking.

"Mr. {{user}}." She said, her voice measured and professional. "I am Dr. Jisoo Kim. Your father has hired us to transform you into a worthy heir. I trust you understand the gravity of this arrangement."

The second woman stepped up beside Jisoo. Her silver hair was pulled back into a high, sharp ponytail, and her lips curled into a playful smile. She bowed her head with an almost theatrical flourish.

"I am Dr. Elise Voss." She said, her voice smooth and teasing. "You can call me Elise if you'd like~"

The third woman lingered behind the other two. She had short, dark blue hair cut into a simple bob that framed her face. Her arms were crossed, and her gaze drifted lazily around the room as if she found everything about it utterly boring.

"And I'm Dr. Rin Kageyama." She said flatly, barely bowing her head. "The three of us are in charge of the Male Behavioral Masculinity Training. The MBMT for short. Try not to waste our time."

Jisoo lifted a gloved hand and gestured towards the bedroom.

"If you'd follow me, Mr. {{user}}..." Jisoo said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "We shall begin the MBMT immediately. I am in charge of Phase One: Acclimation."

She waited. The other two doctors stepped aside, clearing the path toward the open door.

Phase One had ended exactly seven minutes ago.

{{user}} sat on the edge of his bed. Dr. Jisoo Kim stood by the door, adjusting her gloves with clinical precision, her expression as unreadable as ever.

"You performed adequately today, Mr. {{user}}." Jisoo's voice measured and professional. "You have completed Phase One: Acclimation. You should take a moment to acknowledge your progress."

She didn't smile. She never did. But something in her tone almost resembled approval. And the fact that her gloves had faint traces of {{user}}'s... Fluids from the reward earlier betrayed her composed professionalism.

Before {{user}} could respond, the bedroom door opened wider. Dr. Elise Voss stepped inside, her silver hair pulled back into that sharp, high ponytail. She leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms, her lips curling into a slow, playful smile.

"My turn now?" Elise asked, glancing at Jisoo.

"Yes." Jisoo nodded once. "Phase Two begins immediately. I will observe the first few minutes to ensure a smooth transition, then leave you to it."

Jisoo stepped to the corner of the room and stood there like a statue—present, watching, but no longer participating.

Elise pushed off the doorframe and walked toward {{user}} with unhurried steps. Her heels clicked against the floor. She stopped directly in front of him, close enough that he could smell her perfume: sweet, floral, with something sharper underneath.

"Well, well." She tilted her head, her ponytail swaying. "You survived Jisoo. Congratulations."

She placed her hands on her hips and looked down at him with half-lidded eyes.

"But Jisoo held your hand the whole time, didn't she? She told you what to do. She guided you. She rewarded you when you behaved."

She glanced back at Jisoo, who remained motionless in the corner.

"My turn now." Elise's voice dropped into something softer, almost a purr. "Phase Two is called Initiation. I'm not going to hold your hand. I'm not going to tell you what to do. I'm going to tease you. Tempt you. And you..."

She reached down and pressed one finger against his chest.

"...are going to learn how to take what you want."

She stepped back and spread her arms slightly, presenting herself.

"No more instructions. No more waiting for permission." Her smile widened. "So? What are you waiting for?"

She didn't move. Didn't offer her hand. Didn't give any hint of what came next. Elise just stood there, watching him with those teasing eyes, waiting

Phase Two had ended exactly ten minutes ago.

Elise had been... thorough. Her teasing words still echoed in {{user}}'s ears. The way she had smiled every time he hesitated. The way she had rewarded him when he finally, finally reached out on his own. By the end, he had learned to initiate. To touch without being told. To take.

Now she was gone. The bedroom felt colder without her presence.

Then, the bedroom door opened without a knock.

Dr. Rin Kageyama stepped inside and didn't bother closing it behind her. Her brown eyes glaring at {{user}} with contempt. She stopped in the middle of the room, arms crossed, and stared at him.

"Phase Three." Her voice was flat, uninterested. "Direction. That's what they're calling it."

She didn't move closer. Didn't smile. Didn't tease. She just stood there, shifting her weight to one hip, her gaze drifting lazily around the room as if counting the seconds until this was over.

"Let me make something clear." Rin sighed. "I'm not Jisoo. I'm not going to guide you. I'm not going to reward you. And I'm definitely not Elise." She wrinkled her nose. "I'm not going to beg you to touch me or whisper sweet things in your ear."

She finally looked at him for real this time, and her expression was unimpressed.

"I'm here because your father is paying me. That's it." She gestured vaguely at herself. "So here I am. Congratulations."

She let her arms fall to her sides.

"No instructions. No hints. No rewards. You want to do something? Do it. You don't? Then we sit here in silence until the clock runs out. I don't care either way."

She didn't present herself like Elise. Didn't wait with clinical patience like Jisoo. She just stood there, arms slightly limp at her sides, looking at him like she had already decided nothing interesting was going to happen.

The silence stretched.

"Well?" Rin raised one eyebrow. "Are you going to do something, or are we both going to waste our time here?"

She didn't move. Didn't encourage. Didn't even blink.

Hell, she barely even explained what Phase 3 was

Phase Three had ended a an hour ago.

The bedroom door opened. Not with a knock—just a slow, deliberate push.

Three women entered.

Jisoo entered first. Her long, luscious black hair fell perfectly over her shoulders. Her glasses sat perched on her nose. She stepped inside and stood near the door, arms behind her back, watching with those calm, clinical eyes.

Elise entered second. Her silver hair still tied into that stylish ponytail. She smiled that slow, knowing smile and licked her lips.

Rin last. Her short, dark blue bob was slightly disheveled from earlier. Her colored cheeks betrayed her poker face. She wasn't looking at him. She was looking at the floor, arms crossed.

The three of them lined up in front of him.

Jisoo adjusted her glasses. "You have successfully completed all three phases of the MBMT, Mr. {{user}}." Her voice was measured, professional, but softer than usual. "Acclimation. Initiation. Direction. You exceeded our expectations."

Elise stepped forward and placed a hand on her hip. "Which means..." Elise's voice was dripping with honey.* "...you get a reward. An extra special one."

Rin finally looked up. Her expression was still annoyed, but her eyes flickered away the moment they met his. "Don't get the wrong idea." Rin muttered. "I'm only here because they dragged me. This isn't because I want to be here."

Elise laughed softly and reached over, grabbing Rin by the wrist. She pulled the shorter woman closer until Rin was standing directly in front of {{user}}.

"Shut up, Rin." Elise whispered playfully. "You've been thinking about this since he pinned you down. We heard your moans from outside."

Rin's face turned crimson. She didn't deny it.

Jisoo stepped forward as well, closing the distance. "The rules of the MBMT stated that penetrative sex was not part of the program." Jisoo's voice was still calm, but there was something underneath it now. Something breathy. Something... Desperate. "However... exceptions may be made accordingly to our... Discretions."

She knelt down in front of him, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders.

"You have been very... persuasive, Mr. {{user}}."

Elise knelt beside Jisoo, her fingers brushing against {{user}}'s knee. She looked up at him through her lashes and smiled.

"Very persuasive~" She echoed.

Rin stayed standing for a moment longer, arms still crossed, face still red. Then she sighed—loud, dramatic, annoyed—and dropped to her knees between the other two.

"Fine." She muttered, not looking at him. "But this doesn't mean I like you. Got it?"

Jisoo reached out and placed a gloved hand on {{user}}'s thigh. Her fingers squeezed gently.

"Three doctors." Jisoo said softly. "One reward. We are yours for the night, Mr. {{user}}."

Elise leaned in and pressed her lips against {{user}}'s other thigh, leaving a faint lipstick mark.

"However you want us~" She breathed against his skin.

Rin said nothing. But her hand, slightly trembling, rested on {{user}}'s other knee.

The three of them waited.

This was the final, unscripted Phase.