Chapter 230
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 230
Chapter Title: Reviewing the Third Generation
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Yi Ha-yoon had figured out the pecking order and identified the real power players among the third batch faster than anyone else, then immediately set about wagging her tail to cozy up to them.
Excluding me, the absolute authority in this group, Yi Ha-yoon had instantly pinpointed who held the real power.
She went straight to Hye-jeong, wagging her tail like a puppy rolling over to show its belly and cooing at her all cute and sweet.
Next up was Hye-yeon, though usually she'd hit both Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon at the same time with her charms.
That was because Hye-yeon was often hanging around with Hye-jeong.
Whenever she had a moment, Yi Ha-yoon would seek out the Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon sisters, saying things like, "You're so pretty. I love it. Can I call you sis instead of senior?" In girl-speak, that translated to screaming, "I want in on your crew!" loud and clear.
As a result, Hye-jeong and Hye-yeon started looking favorably on Yi Ha-yoon, and just like that, the game was over.
No matter how hard Choi Mi-young—the second-batch devil senior—tried to fly high, a single word or even a fake cough from Hye-yeon was enough to shut her down.
Even if Choi Mi-young threw a fit, one word from Hye-yeon crushed her flat, so Yi Ha-yoon's strategy was a smashing success.
That said, Yi Ha-yoon never outright opposed Choi Mi-young. Instead, she'd roll up to her like a sweet candy in her mouth, flattering her, matching her vibe, and sucking up hard.
No wonder they called her the ace...
She buttered up the first batch, the second batch.
Offered up the best cuts of food, snitched to seniors if her peers badmouthed them, rode the right lines, built her factions.
Yi Ha-yoon adapted faster than anyone in this strictly hierarchical organization.
And above all, the most crucial thing.
In front of me, the top authority, she'd put on every cute act in the book, spreading her pussy wide, sucking dick like a pro, and when no other seniors were looking, whispering "Oppa~" right in my ear.
That made her the ace, acknowledged by me and everyone from the first and second batches alike.
Sensing my gaze, Yi Ha-yoon flashed a bashful smile, one hand teasing her nipple, the other rubbing her clit.
She was deliberately putting on a show for me, that slutty bitch tempting me the moment our eyes met.
I smirked and crooked a finger, signaling her to come suck my dick.
As Yi Ha-yoon crawled over with a lewd, lascivious grin and started blowing me, I turned my eyes to Jin Da-na.
Jin Da-na, the ex-stewardess, was the next quickest to adapt after Yi Ha-yoon.
Her industry must've had its own subtle boot camp culture or something.
Unlike Yi Ha-yoon's natural talent and personality, Jin Da-na felt more like someone who'd learned it through training and conditioning.
True to form as a flying slut who'd spread her legs for any guy on her flights, she did the same for me, fucking like a champ.
Otherwise... meh, nothing special.
I'd promised her some stewardess cosplay later, though. That was about the extent of it.
Next was Hwang Yu-na, the kindergarten teacher, who'd adapted pretty well too.
Actually, less "adapted well" and more... solidly average.
Nothing standout, just quietly going with the flow, fitting in without fuss.
But this hardcore chain-smoking bitch nagged me for smokes every day we fucked, until I hooked her hard on my mild-drug-and-narcotic cum. Suddenly, she craved my load more than cigarettes.
How bad? She'd voluntarily dive in and slurp up the cum dripping from another girl's pussy after I fucked her.
That didn't mean her cig addiction vanished, though.
She just had two addictions now—one even stronger than smokes. The cig craving hadn't gone anywhere.
Like how a smoker doing drugs doesn't quit the smokes.
If she weren't such a chain-smoking mess, she'd be totally average...
"Fuck it, maybe shove a cig up her pussy hole."
Knowing that bitch, she'd probably love smoking it from there. I concede.
Tsk tsk. Chain-smoking slut.
Next, I eyed Jeon Yu-jin, the one raising and caring for the baby.
Jeon Yu-jin was kinda on the outskirts among the third batch.
Like the positive kind of outlier—the sort you pity and accommodate because of illness or family tragedy.
Not the bullying kind of squad exile. Breastfeeding and baby-rearing had first- and second-batch future moms asking what she needed, doting on her in all sorts of ways.
She joined most sessions with the baby—except mandatory drone piloting or firearms training—so she got all the consideration.
No major issues, really. Jeon Yu-jin fell squarely in the average camp.
"Now for the last of our third batch: the trash duo serving as squad rejects and drill instructors..."
In my eyes, Jeong Su-a was a bit dim but not total trash. She just got lumped in with Jeong Hye-bin as the trash duo since they hung together so much.
Jeong Hye-bin... yeah, she fucked up a lot even by my standards.
I never served, but she'd have been prime trash drill instructor material in the army.
She caught tons of shit for personal screw-ups too—like mixing up batch hierarchies sometimes.
But worst were the professional blunders that drew real heat.
Like royally botching military drone ops and smashing one to bits.
Or accidentally swinging her gun barrel toward me and the squad during firearms training.
Jeong Su-a didn't pull that crap, but Jeong Hye-bin did.
Military drones? Shit happens in training.
First- and second-batch girls wrecked a few too.
But with constant software and firmware updates minimizing crashes, and her solo-smashing ten-plus while others barely hit one or two? Even I got pissed recovering them.
So I chewed out the first-batch pussy slaves hard—"You sluts doing your jobs right?"—and they called in the second batch for a brutal dressing-down.
From then on, second-batch girls eyed Jeong Hye-bin like they wanted to devour her alive, sparks flying.
Then one day.
Jeong Hye-bin wrecked another drone, and Choi Mi-young finally snapped, slapping her across the face.
Jeong Hye-bin bawled apologies through tears, while the other pussy slaves froze in shock at the slap.
Why? Because I'd decreed face-slapping off-limits for pussy slaves—my property and assets.
I glanced at the stunned first-batch girls.
They naturally looked my way, eyes meeting mine. I scowled and jerked my chin, so they dragged Choi Mi-young off to a secluded spot.
I went to the sniffling Jeong Hye-bin, soothed her a bit, told her if she couldn't hack drone piloting, just quit. She swore she'd get good and never mess up again, so I said okay.
Hours later, Choi Mi-young showed up, her clit, nipples, and pussy all swollen, eyes puffy from crying.
She dogeza'd naked, apologizing for marring the face of a pussy slave—Master's property and asset.
I said I got it, be more careful next time, then lightly touched her swollen clit. She yelped in pain and burst into tears.
"Oh... tormenting Choi Mi-young with her clit all swollen from a senior scolding is hot as fuck..."
From ace to trash duo.
Having sized up the entire third batch, I reviewed the fourth-batch dossiers based on intel I'd gathered before fetching them.
"...Six in the fourth batch too? No more? I figured ten-plus."
"Yes, Master. Too many's a management nightmare. Some third-batch training issues stemmed from too many trainees versus trained instructors."
"Hmm... fair. But these fourth-batch picks scream skills over looks. All pretty average-looking. Three in their thirties."
"Prioritizing medical tech skills over beauty... but we skipped the ugly or too-old ones."
I critiqued the fourth-batch pussy slave candidates' looks via military drone photos and vids.
Just your standard average fare.