#18_The Lesbian Trainer Serves the Female Student (2)
All of it felt like a dream. And if this was a dream, it was a nightmare so vicious she'd never want to have it again.
Overcome by alcohol, she'd pounced on Nayae, and for some reason, that incriminating video had ended up in Yuchan's hands. As a result, he now held the switch that could end Seohyun's life. On the surface, Nayae was cooperating fully with him, conspiring to lay this worst-case scenario at Seohyun's feet.
But Seohyun was convinced that sweet, earnest Nayae must be under some other threat from Yuchan. How else could she commit such a horrific act?
"Did you touch Nayae too?"
"I don't recall saying this was question time."
To blackmail someone so calmly—this was no amateur's work. Seohyun knew it took practice.
Her hands trembled with rage. For now, she had no choice but to do as he said. She looked at Nayae. The other victim was still standing there in front of her, jeans discarded. Seohyun had no idea how to face her.
"Nayae, you hate this too, right? Let's go to the police right now. I'll... I'll be your witness."
What would happen to her if Nayae reported it? If everything unfolded as Yuchan predicted, was suicide her only way out? But Seohyun didn't want another victim.
Watching Seohyun's pathetic self-sacrifice, Nayae gave a faint smile—not the warm, comforting one Seohyun knew, but something sickly twisted.
"Pretending to protect me?"
"It's not pretending!"
"When Teacher tells me to let you touch, I just do it."
Nayae's voice was firm. Her eyes, glaring at Seohyun, held no tremor—filled instead with the warped conviction of a cult fanatic.
Dialogue was pointless. Seohyun turned to Yuchan and shouted.
"What the hell is your relationship with Nayae? Why is she acting like this?"
Yuchan sighed and nodded at Nayae. She pulled a stun gun from her pocket—the one Seohyun had carried for self-defense, which Nayae had swiped.
Zzzap!
"Kyaaahhh!!!"
Sudden, stinging pain shot through Seohyun's forearm. She clutched it and rolled on the floor. It felt like someone had smashed her triceps with a live baseball bat.
She never imagined Nayae would actually use it. Stunned, Seohyun looked up at her.
"Na... Nayae..."
"It's getting late. We don't want to disturb the neighbors."
Unlike a Taser that disrupts the nervous system, a stun gun subdued with raw voltage pain. A single second wouldn't cause lasting harm. But it was the worst agony Seohyun had ever felt, leaving her instantly helpless.
Imprinting a strong first impression made future training easier. Yuchan grabbed a thick towel and clamped it over Seohyun's mouth. Then he told Nayae,
"Nayae, three seconds."
"Even that?"
"Don't worry. As long as you follow the setup, it'll be fine."
"Mmph!! Mmmph!!!"
Nayae crouched beside the writhing Seohyun and pressed the stun gun close. Seohyun stared at it, her face drained white. She couldn't believe Nayae would go this far. And their conversation sounded so intimate, like no victim and perpetrator ever could.
"Seohyun, gotta endure the sting, okay?"
Seeing Nayae's shy smile—like always, but now from sheer enjoyment—sent chills down Seohyun's spine.
Zzzzt!
"Where should I zap? Wherever you want, Seohyun."
"Mmmph... mmph...!!!"
She tried to thrash, but her body felt limp. Nayae toyed with the sparking stun gun like a kid tormenting a bug, her quiet rage making Seohyun dizzy.
"Right in the pussy that seduced Teacher without permission?"
Nayae slid the stun gun between Seohyun's legs. Even on her arm, it hurt like hell—if it hit her sensitive slit, she'd die. Definitely.
Seohyun writhed desperately despite her frozen body.
"Mmmph...!! Mmph..!!"
"Nayae, not there."
"Then her tits?"
"Avoid anything near the heart."
Even so, Yuchan reined in Nayae as she prepared to brutalize her former friend. Women's jealousy was scary, but this? Leaving her unchecked might lead to disaster.
"Fiiine."
"Gaaahhh...!!!"
Sulking, Nayae jammed the stun gun into Seohyun's stomach without mercy. Like a frog in an electricity experiment. Seohyun flailed her slender limbs, convulsing in agony for three seconds before blacking out.
2. Seohyun slowly opened her eyes, roused from the horrific pain. A strange floating sensation, like sinking in water. The world rocked, disorienting her sense of direction. What happened?
The memory returned with resurfacing sensations. She looked around. A bed in a dark, black room. The walls and ceiling seemed finished with soundproofing foam, like a recording studio, though she couldn't see clearly.
She tried to sit up but couldn't. Her muscles felt sabotaged all at once.
"Awake?"
Nayae's face slid into Seohyun's blurry vision. Just seeing it made her tremble. Memories overlapped: Nayae calmly shocking her.
She flailed her limbs but met strong resistance. Nailed in place. Her extremities numb, she hadn't noticed: black leather belts bound her arms and legs, sturdy chains linking to the bedposts. Utterly deprived of freedom.
Still dazed, refusing reality, Seohyun stared blankly as Nayae stroked her cheek.
"Why stare like that? Scared of me?"
"Na.. Nayae... what's this? Why am I tied up?"
"Can't have you thrashing. I'm too weak to handle a big girl like you."
"Untie me. Please."
Inability to move instilled profound terror. And this room's decor—whether intentional or not—evoked a pitch-black underground torture chamber in the gloom.
Ignoring Seohyun's desperate plea, Nayae continued.
"Seohyun, you get your situation, right? Obey me and Teacher from now on, or you'll go down as a lesbian rapist."
"Why... why are you doing this..."
When did the plan start? Their first meeting? Or when she pounced on Nayae?
"I stripped you too. First time undressing someone unconscious—tough work."
Only then did Seohyun realize she was naked except for her underwear. Mature black lace ones, carefully chosen after her morning shower in case Nayae saw. The sweet girl she'd known had become a stranger.
"Couldn't believe Teacher when he said you were a lesbian, but you are. Trying to finger me less than a minute after kissing? Wild."
"Nayae, that was..."
"Fucking disgusting."
For Seohyun, who'd secretly rejoiced at finding a friend who understood her complex, Nayae's mockery was a shock.
Nayae giggled, glancing into the shadows. There sat Yuchan, lounging against the backrest, watching leisurely. A camera beside him recorded everything.
"Teacher, what now?"
"Well? She's a friend—be nice."
"Should I?"
Spotting Yuchan from the exchange, Seohyun spat contempt at him. Nayae was one thing, but him? Unforgivable.
"You trash! No conscience? How can you do this?"
Slap!
Yuchan didn't reply. Nayae's sharp hand struck instead. Seohyun's head snapped the other way as she glared at him.
"No rude talk to Teacher. Or you're the rapist trash who tried to force me."
You led me on! The inner scream barely stayed in. Strictly speaking, Nayae hadn't seduced her—Seohyun had jumped the gun alone.
"Anyway, you wanted to touch me so bad? Go ahead. Feeding time~"
Nayae hiked up her top, grabbed the underside of her ample breasts, and forced them to Seohyun's lips. Treating the grown woman like a baby was humiliating. No arousal possible here. Which Nayae was real—the sweet one or this monster? All was fear.
"Do.. don't..."
Nayae tried shoving her nipple in like breastfeeding; Seohyun twisted away.
Nayae hated her. Not at first—she'd thought they clicked. But today, beloved Teacher Yuchan kneaded her body while moaning Seohyun, I love you in that warm whisper. To Nayae, idle Seohyun looked like a thieving stray cat.
She wanted to humiliate her, show she was worthless trash like Nayae had been made to feel.
Nayae gripped Seohyun's face and jammed her breast in.
"Why? This what you wanted? Kyaa!"
Mid-struggle, Nayae screamed. Seohyun had bitten her nipple—not hard, not wanting real harm, but nipples were sensitive. Nayae shuddered.
Furious, she snatched the stun gun. Sparks crackled, filling the room. Seohyun pressed against the bed, breathless. Two shocks had traumatized her. That "harmless" self-defense toy was no joke.
"Nayae."
At Yuchan's intervention, Nayae halted, whispering hotly in Seohyun's ear with a grating voice.
"Bite again, and I'll really shove this in your pussy hole."
"Hic...!"
"Teacher likes good, obedient Nayae. Don't wanna show him your bratty side, so I'll let this slide."
Clapping, Nayae chirped brightly and shoved her breast back in.
"Okay! Let's try again. No milk yet, but Teacher'll make it someday. Practice sucking?"
This time, Seohyun meekly took the nipple. No more defiance. Nayae had always been ready to torment her, despite the image.
Seohyun, who'd once fantasized rolling Nayae's nipple in her mouth, felt no joy in fulfillment.
"Good girl, good girl. So well-behaved."
Sucking a peer's breast like an infant filled Seohyun with indescribable shame. And Yuchan watched from the dark.
"Tasty?"
"Ta.. tasty..."
Looking down, Nayae smirked mockingly. Seohyun's heart tore. Betrayal and anxiety over the unknown future surged before humiliation.
"Say it cute, politely. You're a baby who doesn't know dick—why so clear?"
"Wha.. what do you want...!"
"Gotta spell it out? Skipping studies for modeling—such an idiot."
Savoring Seohyun's grimace, Nayae coaxed slowly.
"Is my nipple tasty?"
"Yesh... sho... sho tashtyyy..."
Nayae laughed long at Seohyun's lisping grovel. With each peal, bruises bloomed in Seohyun's chest.