Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Hey! Come Watch This Bitch Squeezing Juice from Her Whole Body!! It's Fucking Hilarious!!! Everyone Come See!!!!
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Popular and righteous social butterfly girl, Cloé Maiden.
That persona only holds true before she puts on her Guidance Committee armband.
"For a first-year punk, you've got some balls strutting around in that shitty uniform, huh???"
She looked up at me with a smile.
Cloé was shorter than average, so the difference in our eye levels was huge.
"Kukuku. Having to crane my neck way up just to look at the Guidance Committee President? What a killer view…!"
"You little shit…!!"
Cloé's forehead vein bulged.
At her gesture, the slave boys scrambled to form a human pyramid.
Climbing to the top, she could finally look down at me.
"Oh? If it isn't the thug underclassman I have to crane my neck for?! What a killer view!!!!!"
This was exactly what they meant by her being twisted.
Cloé turns rule-breaking students into slaves and makes them serve her.
When parading around as Guidance Committee President, she blasts a horn and rides in on a palanquin pulled by slaves.
It's ridiculous that this is supposed to be a heroine, but Cloé has a special charm.
Outwardly acting like a queen, but inwardly the world's ultimate masochist.
From a player's perspective, she's the easiest heroine to corrupt into a sexbot—the perfect entry-level service heroine for H-scenes…!!
But I'm not a player; I'm Kim Taeyang.
To draw out her masochist traits from my perspective, I needed some buildup.
"So you're throwing this whole tantrum just over a uniform?"
"What…? 'Just' over the sacred Ark uniform?!?!"
"It's wet and drying right now—what do you want me to do about it? Huh???"
"Failing to manage your uniform is still a violation!! There are no exceptions to the school rules!!! Get that massive body of yours ready for a thousand lashes!!!!!"
Her eyes gleamed with madness.
Cloé was definitely enjoying this.
Meanwhile, whispers from our classmates reached my ears.
"A thousand lashes just for a uniform? That's too harsh, right?"
"Watch your mouth! The Guidance Committee's power at Ark is absolute!"
"Kim Taeyang's fucked…."
"He went too far. Hawaiian shirt at orientation and now on the first day…."
"Hey, is my uniform okay? It's not improper, right??"
"Check mine too…!"
Sudden uniform inspection time.
Crack!!
"Kweeeek!!"
Cloé whipped the slaves for no reason and continued.
"Kukuku. Yeah, you're scared, huh? You've taken punches before, but never a whip…. Don't worry too much, Taeyang. You do have a 'choice'."
"Hah? A choice?"
"Work as a 'slave' for the Guidance Committee for a month instead, and I'll cut the lashes in half…♡"
"Haaa? A slave??"
"I'm talking about these pig shits groveling at my feet. Stand up straight, you pig bastards!!"
Crack! Crack!!
"Kweeeek! Forgive me!"
"Kweeeeeek!! My fault! My fault!!"
Guidance Committee slaves.
They get reduced sentences in exchange for shaved heads and serving half-naked.
The Guidance Committee has plenty of other insane rules too.
They even run an underground dungeon themselves.
Under the guise of 'reforming thugs', they just abuse them.
"What'll it be? A whip inflicts way more pain than you can imagine… Guess you'll have to become a slave, huh???"
A normal student—or even a normal thug—would submit here.
Taking a thousand lashes is impossible.
But.
"Hey. Being a slave for a whole month sounds annoying just thinking about it."
I'm different.
"I'll just take the whipping and be done."
"Wh-what…?!"
Shock washed over Cloé's face.
She wasn't the only one stunned.
The watching students were too.
"Can a person really endure a thousand lashes…?"
"Impossible…. I hear they split it into ten per day."
"Kim Taeyang's really fucked…."
No.
I'm absolutely not fucked.
That's Kim Taeyang.
"…A foolish choice, but I'll respect it. The whipping will be ten lashes a day over a hundred days. Now then, let's begin the puni—"
"Hey! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"…Huh?"
"Dragging this out over a hundred days with little taps?!!! Just finish it all right here right now!!!!!!!!!"
"Uhut…?!"
Cloé faltered under my shout.
She slipped and tumbled off the human pyramid.
I roughly yanked off my Hawaiian shirt and tossed it to Seol Harin.
"Hey, slave!! Take good care of my stuff!!!"
"O-okay…!"
Even the cool-headed Seol Harin looked tense.
She was probably wondering what I was basing this on.
Snap…!
Cloé gripped the whip with both hands, preparing the punishment.
"Tch…. Gonna keep up the bluff to the end, huh? Crying and begging midway won't help."
"Hah? Don't you collapse from exhaustion first!!"
"Ridiculous…!"
The moment Cloé swung the whip—
"Stoooop!!"
"?"
The thugs who'd surrounded me yelled.
"Kim Taeyang!! You're really gonna take all the lashes?!?"
"You'll die!!"
"Let us help! I'll take ten for you!!"
"You idiot! Think ten's enough?!? I'll take a hundred!!"
"Yeah! Let's pool our backs and drive out the Guidance Committee!! We'll share the lashes!! Taeyang's our hope…!!!"
"……?"
No….
What the hell are you guys butting in for…?
"Hah? What're you idiots babbling about!! I can handle it alone, so don't act like we're buddies and fuck off!!!"
I meant it.
But the thick-headed bastards didn't get it.
"Kuhk…! Trying to shoulder it all alone, huh?!?"
"What brotherhood! As expected of our boss…!"
"Damn it! Next time, we won't let you hog all the cool shit!!"
"……."
What nonsense.
Whatever, they backed off. Good enough.
"Taeyang. Now it's for real?"
"I'm yawning—hurry up and finish, you tiny sow!!!"
"Sow…? You trash bastard…! I'll beat that mouth of yours with pain worse than death!!"
Finally, the whipping began.
Smack…!
A sharp sting across my back.
The whip coiled tightly and struck true.
"Hahaha! How's that?! Feel my fire whip that turns delinquent trash into model students in one shot?!?!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!!
The whipping continued.
Intensity at 100%... no, 200%.
The watching students winced in pain just watching.
"You still gonna call me a sow after this?! You can't, right!!!! Beg for mercy!!! Get on your knees and bawl!!!"
But I.
"Hah? That it?"
Felt only a tickle.
"Wh-what'd you say?"
Thanks to Pomi's stigma.
◆ Instinct of the Sled Dog ◆ ◆ User: Glacis ◆ Description - You have inherited the instincts of the sled dog Glacis.
- Immune to cold.
- Strength increases the faster you run.
- When attacked by whip-type weapons, concentration improves instead of taking damage.
Who is Pomi?
The top-tier 9-star Constellation in sled dog form, no less.
To a sled dog, whipping isn't an attack.
It's closer to a doping drug that boosts focus and motivation.
Would a 9-star sled dog take damage from a whip?
Never.
And neither do I, with her blessing.
'Whippings only make me stronger……!'
The Academy thug became a whip-limited munchkin…!
"Heyhey!! Why'd you stop?!? Think we can finish today like this?!?!"
"Wh-what the hell is going on?!?"
"He doesn't even flinch from the whipping!!"
"What kind of durability and mental fortitude is that!!!!"
"Is he a real monster?!?!"
Exclamations erupted everywhere.
My shoulders puffed up with pride….
"As expected of Kim Taeyang! King of us all!!!"
"You're the hope of all thugs!!"
"Kim Taeyang! Kim Taeyang! Kim Taeyang!!"
The cheers from the thugs felt a bit off, but whatever.
Crack! Crack!!
I kept taking the lashes, but the class bell rang.
"Hah? We're late for class because of you?! You tiny, slow-ass sow!!!! Hit faster!!!!!"
"H-how am I supposed to hit faster than this?!"
"Tch. Guidance Committee President's nothing special! I'm heading out first!!!"
"Wait! Where do you think you're going mid-punishment?!?"
"To class, duh?!? You gonna cover for me or what?!?!"
"But…! The punishment isn't done!"
"Just whip me in the classroom!!!!"
"……!"
Cloé gritted her teeth, trembling.
She really followed me.
Why?
I was just messing around.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Alright, then… Open your textbooks to page 10…."
Crack!
"What day is it? The 4th? Number 4, stand and read…."
Crack! Crack!
"So, the key to this problem is applying the formula…."
Crack! Crack! Crack…!!
A languid afternoon in the peaceful classroom.
As the quiet lesson droned on, the sound of the whip cracking against my back echoed nonstop.
With the Vice Head backing the Guidance Committee, they could swing away even during class.
Not that it meant anything.
"Miss Cloé?"
"H-hup… H-huff…. Y-yes…?"
"The whip noise is disrupting class…."
"I'm… on official… duty…. Huff huff…."
"I understand, but could you keep it down?"
"Huff…. Y-yes…. S-sorry…."
Three hours of chasing and whipping Kim Taeyang.
Her arms numb, she'd lashed away.
Yet Kim Taeyang's back was spotless.
And worse.
'This bastard's falling asleep!!!!!!!'
He was dozing off mid-whipping barrage.
Meanwhile, Cloé's condition worsened by the minute.
'My arms… so numb…. Shoulders won't move… Palms are raw….'
Even Cloé had never swung a whip this long.
Whippings were always spaced over days.
Kim Taeyang's durability was insane.
The whipper ended up punished instead…!
And it didn't end there.
Cloé, flailing away pathetically, became a laughingstock to the freshmen.
"Pfft! Taeyang's back is fine, so what's she even doing~?"
"Can't stop 'cause of her own words—fucking hilarious."
"Look at her sweating buckets. Who's getting punished? Kekeke."
'These thug bastards…! Daring to mock the Guidance Committee President…?!'
Even so, it was embarrassing.
Sweat poured down her thighs.
Her underwear soaked through—she was drenched.
The floor was slick.
'What the hell is this guy? Why won't he break?!'
Anyone could see Cloé had lost.
She knew it too.
But she was the Guidance Committee President.
With sheer will to finish the punishment, she swung.
Crack!
'997…!'
Crack!
'998…!'
Crack!!
'One more…!'
Craaack…!
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The final bell rang with the last lash.
'It's… over…….'
Thud!!
Exhausted, Cloé collapsed.
Right into her own sweat puddle, looking even more wretched and filthy.
"Heyhey. Mini sow. Tapped out on your own? Kukuku."
"Kuhk…."
Hot liquid trickled down her temple.
She didn't want to cry in front of Kim Taeyang, but he probably wouldn't notice.
She was too sweat-soaked for tears to show.
"Kukuku. She does nothing and auto-loses? What kinda self-defeat machine is this?!?"
"Kuhk… Hic…."
Tears from sheer frustration.
A woman's tears bewilder most men.
But Kim Taeyang wasn't most men.
"Hey! This is gold!! Come watch this bitch squeezing juice from her whole body!! It's fucking hilarious!!! Everyone come see!!!!"
At Kim Taeyang's shout, thugs swarmed.
Fierce faces glaring down at her collapsed form.
A terrifying moment, like something awful might happen.
"Khehehehe."
"Kekeke."
"Kukukuku."
But nothing did.
Just mocked to hell.
Kim Taeyang said to Cloé.
"Hey. Mini sow. Won't wear the uniform tomorrow either, so get ready~"
"Wh-what…?"
"If you pretend not to see me, I'll come to the Guidance Committee, so watch yourself. Kukuku."
"You… youuuu…. St-stop… riiiight… theeeere……."
No strength left to speak.
A thousand more tomorrow…?
Her arms would fall off first.
'Must… must reform him… no matter whaaat…….'
Cloé's vision faded to black.
That was all she remembered.