Chapter 101
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 101
Chapter Title: Submission (5)
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Used condoms were scattered haphazardly everywhere. Ha Yoon, sprawled across the bed and trembling now and then, let out ragged breaths.
She couldn't even count how many times she'd been fucked before the bell announcing the start of afternoon duties rang out. The only clue was the sheer number of heavy condoms strewn across her body, the bed, everywhere.
"My, have you already passed out?"
Teacher Gan clicked his tongue in reproach at Ha Yoon. Yet even his voice carried a hint of exhaustion.
He'd already cum over six times in just a little over an hour. He'd pounded into her relentlessly, with no mercy, intent on breaking her completely—it was only natural.
But this was necessary. It was all to make Ha Yoon submit. Teacher Gan swept back his sweat-matted hair and sat up. Then he began carrying over the items he'd prepared in advance, one by one, to the bed.
What he'd brought was this: a mask that covered the nose and mouth with large openings, ropes, a box bigger than Ha Yoon's head, and finally, breathing tubes that fit perfectly into the mask's holes. Having gathered his prepared tools, Teacher Gan used them one by one.
He fitted the mask over Ha Yoon's face as she lay there dazed and exhausted, shoved her head into the hole in the prepared box, and yanked the drawstring at the entrance as tight as it would go, sealing it shut.
Ha Yoon let out a choked gasp and thrashed about, but a solid punch to her stomach quickly quieted her down. With her now docile, he meticulously bound her body to the bed with the ropes, eliminating any chance of resistance.
Just to be safe, he tied her neck too—looping the rope over one bed leg, up high, and securing it to the other. Caught in the middle, Ha Yoon desperately exhaled.
Peering into the box, sure enough, her previously glazed eyes darted frantically in panic. The moment she spotted Teacher Gan, she blinked rapidly as if begging to speak, tears streaming down her face.
Probably pleading to be let out since breathing was so hard. With that thought, Teacher Gan jammed the breathing tube—a long cylinder that fit perfectly into the mask's hole—into place. Now even her breathing sounds were muffled.
Teacher Gan double-checked that the box was fully sealed inside. If there was even a tiny gap, the infirmary would reek of semen—he had to be careful. Satisfied there were no leaks, he gathered up all the scattered condoms.
He untied their ends and poured them one by one into the box. Globs of semen splattered inside, slowly filling it up.
But even after emptying them all, it was less than half full—just enough to submerge a bit of her hair.
Teacher Gan gave a small tsk at the sight. He'd hoped for at least half. Well, he'd never expected to fill it completely anyway. He rolled a fresh condom onto his cock and thrust back into her pussy, now flushed red from overuse.
Huuu—the breathing tube hummed faintly. Ignoring it, Teacher Gan rocked his hips. With his free hand, he fiddled with his phone, sending a message to someone. Without even checking the reply, he tossed it aside and resumed his piston-like thrusts for another release.
It was after two more ejaculations that someone arrived at the infirmary. As he emptied the condom's contents into the box, the door slid open with a rattle, and a burly man entered.
"Never thought I'd see the day Teacher Gan asks for my help."
Teacher Park, who'd apparently just worked out, entered reeking of hot sweat, a grin plastered on his face. Teacher Gan scowled at the teasing expression and vented by punching the motionless Ha Yoon.
"...I said it was for educational cooperation, not help."
"Same difference. Anyway, this is one hell of a kinky setup."
Teacher Park clicked his tongue as he eyed Teacher Gan and the trembling Ha Yoon under his fist.
"Planning to pickle her head in it or something? Who're you feeding this to?"
"Cut the nonsense and get over here and fuck her. Here's a condom."
"So prickly."
Muttering complaints, Teacher Park took the condom from Teacher Gan, stripped quickly, and tried to roll it onto his rock-hard cock.
"Huh? This feels kinda small."
It wasn't completely incompatible. Just a tad snug, like it was squeezing a bit too tight.
As Teacher Park puzzled over it openly, Teacher Gan secretly clicked his tongue and said,
"It's a little small but it won't rip, so hurry up."
"Fine, fine. No need to rush... Ohh."
The moment his cock slid back into the pussy that had just been used, pussy juices squirted out.
She was shuddering like she was climaxing, yet her inner walls clenched his cock so tightly that one slip of focus and he'd blow immediately.
Teacher Park exhaled shortly and began thrusting. Sharp gasps of "Hah, hah" mixed with the loud slaps of flesh colliding.
'Too bad, though. Watching her melt with my cock buried in her was half the fun.'
To prevent any smells from escaping, the box lid was sealed tight, with only the breathing tube poking out.
Still, since he wasn't on duty but just helping with training, maybe he could indulge a bit. With that thought, he slammed his hips flush and came.
Blub—his cum bloated the condom. Once fully spent, he pulled out; it was even bigger than the ones Teacher Gan had used before.
Teacher Gan's face twisted again at the realization, but Teacher Park, bummed he couldn't go raw, rubbed his cock over the squirting pussy before donning a new condom and resuming his pounding.
'Feels just like fucking a big onahole.'
She'd always been used that way, but bound immobile and her face hidden, thrusting freely amplified the sensation.
If she didn't react at all, it'd be no different from a real onahole.
As Teacher Park pondered this, Ha Yoon—barely able to keep her eyes open inside the box—couldn't gather her wits.
Not just the ceaseless sensation of cocks plunging into her pussy, but the thick, stale semen stench filling the sealed space dominated her mind completely.
'Save... me...'
It might've been slightly better if she could breathe properly.
But the cloth and ropes choking her neck, the fabric over her nose from the mask forcing her mouth open, connected to the breathing tube.
These barely kept her alive, making her vision flicker like she might black out any second.
And the relentless cock hammering her pussy only hastened it. Ha Yoon flailed amid the semen reek seeping through the thick cloth and the rising pleasure from her pussy.
'...Guh?!'
Suddenly, breathing stopped. She couldn't exhale or inhale. It wasn't hard to realize someone had blocked the other end of the tube. And that it was Teacher Gan—no one else was around.
'I'm dying, gonna die...!'
Ha Yoon plunged into panic. Even after an eternity of seconds, the hole stayed plugged. All she could do was breathe through her barely uncovered nostrils.
Of course, the thick mask fabric clung so tightly that even desperate inhales yielded only scant oxygen. Yet the stench invaded unfiltered, straight to her core.
'Haaah...'
One deep breath, and her mind swam in semen. The trapped loads had fermented, the smell even fouler.
But it wasn't always foul. As she desperately breathed to survive, the pungency gradually sweetened.
Not like chocolate or cake, but something that heated her body, made her crave... like a drug.
'Huu, haa...'
Her breaths grew rougher. Even mid-thrusting, it wasn't just from the cock anymore.
Unconsciously, Ha Yoon twisted her hips—limited by the tight bonds—to welcome the invading cock. It was easy to see she was coquettishly craving more cum.
She felt rough, callused hands grip her hips hard. Instinctively, she knew it wasn't Teacher Gan violating her.
'This must be—'
She couldn't finish the thought. The cock plunged brutally deep, crushing her innermost depths. She felt hot fluids gush out, soaking her lower belly.
Then motion stopped. Had he tired? No—soon her leg restraints loosened. Her legs were shoved up beside her head, ass lifted. She recognized the position they always used to toy with her.
'Mating press—what a ridiculous name, every time.'
Teacher Park's chuckling voice echoed from memory. Before she could dwell, the cock—with just the tip withdrawn—slammed down with full weight.
'――――――'
Without the mask, she'd be gaping wide in a lewd grimace from the massive shock. But pleasure soon swept it away.
Siege-ram pistoning battered her like breaching gates. Body-shaking impacts and ecstasy rattled her mind. The semen stench invading her nostrils and the cock pummeling her womb etched into her brain instantly.
Blub—feeling the swelling inside her pussy, Ha Yoon rolled her eyes back and passed out.