Chapter 103
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 103
Chapter Title: Submission (7)
‘Climax just from taking a dick in my mouth? Me?’
Ha Yoon couldn't comprehend this situation, nor did she want to. She hadn't even been caressed, hadn't unconsciously toyed with herself, and no dick had been shoved inside her. She'd merely taken the dick into her mouth.
That alone had sent her rocketing to orgasm in an instant. Her nasal breaths came in shaky huffs, trembling faintly. Ha Yoon blinked her watery eyes and looked up at Teacher Gan. Her gaze seemed to demand what he'd done to her, but he just smiled and spoke.
"What are you doing? You haven't forgotten how to serve, have you?"
Ha Yoon worked her lips, shaking her head slightly. But she couldn't dive right back into it. Every breath through her nose brought that dick scent wafting in, stirring faint waves of climax each time.
Once she started proper fellatio, that smell would only intensify. She was already climaxing lightly from it now—what would happen if it got stronger? And if he came? The outcome was obvious.
But knowing that changed nothing. If she refused out of fear, Teacher Gan's rough hands would surely grab her head and force it anyway.
With a resigned expression, Ha Yoon closed her eyes and carefully took the dick back into her mouth.
"Slurp... mmm... chuup... smooch..."
With every bob of her head back and forth, love juices dripped from her pussy, which had endured countless orgasms. The dick growing harder inside her mouth pulsed with throbs that hammered at her chest.
Her emotions surged, and her sucking motions quickened.
Ha Yoon looked up at Teacher Gan as she slurped at the glans, swirling her tongue around it. Gone was any trace of resignation in her eyes—they now burned with the eager excitement of a bitch in heat, craving the ejaculation to come.
It felt like she'd been drugged. The aroused dick gushed precum wildly, and swallowing it each time left her head fuzzy, adrenaline flooding her veins.
Unable to hold back any longer, one hand slid down to her pussy, fingers plunging in greedily, while the other gripped her massive breast. Even with both hands busy elsewhere, her mouth never stopped sucking the dick.
Her lips, slurping and teasing the glans with wet smacks, suddenly buried her face deep, swallowing down to the root. The throat-filling pressure should have been agonizing, but Ha Yoon showed no sign of distress.
On the contrary, she embraced even that pressure as pleasure, squirting more love juices. Teacher Gan groaned involuntarily at her voracious sucking and instinctively pulled his hips back.
But Ha Yoon lunged forward to match the distance, refusing to let go. Reaching his limit, he snapped his hips forward, slamming deep into her throat.
"Ngulp?!"
"Hahk... hahk...!"
Teacher Gan grabbed Ha Yoon's head and began piston-thrusting wildly. The composed demeanor he'd maintained while looking down at her until now was nowhere to be seen—he looked utterly desperate.
Acting on instinct to seize control, he gripped her head and pounded fiercely, but even as she let out pained groans, Ha Yoon didn't pull away the hand masturbating her pussy.
"Cumming... I'm cumming! Take it all and swallow—!"
He practically screamed it, forcing Ha Yoon's face into his groin. She shuddered violently at the prickly pubic hair and musky scent invading her nostrils.
Not from horror, but from ecstasy.
Gurgle, spurt— the semen shot straight down her throat in unnatural volume. Though invisible, the amount filling her stomach was far more than before. She hadn't eaten all day, yet it bloated her belly full.
The instant the semen hit her stomach, an uncontrollable wave of bliss bloomed inside Ha Yoon. The happiness exploding from her chest spread through her entire body, climax crashing over her.
"Hnnngh♡"
Squirt, spurt— her hips bucked wildly, spraying her juices. But the fingers plunging her pussy showed no sign of stopping. They pistoned even more fiercely, as if demanding greater pleasure. Kim Seon-ah watched with her mouth agape in shock.
She'd never imagined it would work this well. She'd figured it'd be like a nicotine addiction at best—not this drug-like frenzy.
As Kim Seon-ah mulled that over inwardly, Teacher Gan finally regained his senses and shoved Ha Yoon away with trembling hands.
Schlop— the dick slipped free, dangling limply. Looking utterly drained and withered, he panted heavily, thinking to himself.
‘Have I ever felt this exhausted since starting as a trainer?’
Of course, compared to Teacher Park, the ex-special forces officer, or Teacher Choi, the former national judo champion, his stamina lagged behind. He was here playing medical trainer thanks to his dropped-out med student creds and superior genetics, nothing more.
Even so, his natural prowess made the job easy. His partners were TS victims—women with hypersensitive bodies that crumbled helplessly against dick. For someone innately superior to average men, it was easier than lying down for rice cakes.
But now Teacher Gan felt a real crisis. His dick, which had never gone soft mid-sex, now hung limp.
‘Did I empty my balls completely with that last ejaculation?’
Impossible. Unthinkable. How could one load drain him entirely?
Yet the evidence dangled plainly before him. As he stared in horror at his flaccid dick, a pink mass rose into view.
Ha Yoon patted her slightly bloated belly and looked at Teacher Gan.
"Thanks for the meal... or something like that?"
Her sly, smirking eye-smile made him grit his teeth.
"...Fine. At least your brain isn't a goldfish, Ha Yoon. But what's with that smirk? It looks like you're mocking me."
"Me? No way. Just think of it as me coquettishly flattering you, Teacher."
"Flattering? That?"
Teacher Gan muttered in a fury-laced voice. It was clearly contempt—the same look she'd occasionally shot him back when she was a trainer. Steadying his wobbly legs, he clenched his fist.
"No, to me it looked like mockery. So, time for punishment."
Reasons didn't matter anyway. Trainees obeyed trainers' commands without question. She couldn't argue. The moment he raised his fist—
"...Huh?"
Ha Yoon proudly thrust out her cheek, and his fist slackened for a split second. Seizing the moment, she spoke.
"If that'll soothe your anger, Teacher, I'll take it."
"...Have you lost your mind?"
"No? I'm perfectly sane. You're the one who's not, Teacher Gan."
"...."
Her snickering laugh tightened his grip anew. This time, the fist flew true.
Thwack— fist met cheek, crumpling Ha Yoon's beautiful face for an instant. The impact hurled her body tumbling across the floor, crashing hard into the wall. Kim Seon-ah let out a small scream.
“Ha Yoon!”
“Hahk... hahk...”
Already drained, the full-force punch left him gasping. Teacher Gan wiped the sweat dripping from his brow and straightened up.
“Looks like we're both insane."
Just one punch, yet the floor was splattered with blood. Scattered tooth fragments hinted at the state of her mouth. But even without them, one glance at Ha Yoon's face revealed the severity.
“Ha Yoon! Ha Yoon! Are you okay?!”
Kim Seon-ah's voice slipped back into polite speech from sheer panic, but Ha Yoon didn't stir. Her half-open eyes were unfocused, her breaths shallow. Fully knocked out. She couldn't help but shout.
“Teacher Gan! Isn't that too much?! If Ha Yoon dies...!”
“If she dies, I'll get fired like Ha Yoon and pay a fine, I guess.”
His nonchalant reply made Kim Seon-ah flinch. Sweeping back his sweat-matted hair, Teacher Gan continued.
“Don't worry. She won't die from that.”
Probably. He kept that to himself.
“Step aside for now. I'll check her.”
“Ha Yoon...”
He glanced at Kim Seon-ah as she reluctantly backed away calling Ha Yoon's name, then assessed her condition. The struck left cheek would heal cleanly in two hours; shattered teeth would regrow with time.
Unconscious from... momentary concussion? Quick diagnosis complete, he raised his hand. Not the same spot this time—the opposite cheek. Crack! Her head snapped around, drawing another gasp from Kim Seon-ah.
Slapping her while unconscious! She was cursing Teacher Gan as insane when—
“Koff! Heuk... kuhk...”
“Ha Yoon!”
“Feeling with it now?”
Ha Yoon couldn't answer Teacher Gan. Pain gathering from her whole body suddenly flipped to pleasure, dulling her senses.
Her face bruising bright red, she grinned idiotically and mumbled through giggles.
“Pain feels sooo good...”
If you like pain that much, should I just kill you? The retort rose to his lips, but Teacher Gan slapped her grinning cheek once more, then turned to Kim Seon-ah.
“From the looks of it, this is what you wanted.”
“This is what I wanted?”
"I added a little decoration, sure, but the result's the same. She's going wild for dick and outright admitting how good the beatings feel—plenty deranged, right?"
Of course, she'd specifically wanted semen addiction, but they weren't experts—how were they supposed to calibrate that precisely?
Teacher Gan clutched his sore back as he stood.
“Take her and go. Intensive training's over for today. And Kim Seon-ah? We'll talk compensation later. Be ready.”
"...Understood."
Kim Seon-ah shot him a glare, scooped up Ha Yoon, and left. Teacher Gan watched them go, then flopped onto the bed with a sigh.
“Damn, pathetic.”
Guess I need to start exercising, he thought alone.