Chapter 104
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 104
Chapter Title: Submission (8)
Three days had passed since the intensive training.
Apart from missing a couple of molars, Ha Yoon—who looked perfectly fine otherwise—acted just as she always did.
She'd occasionally bare her teeth at Yoon Se-rin and snarl, or toy with Joo Yeon-hwa. Considering how she'd returned to the dormitory slung over Kim Seon-ah's back in a dazed, utter wreck of a state, it was bizarrely no different from her usual self.
Do people with rotten personalities just have nerves of steel? Nam Ju-won wondered to himself. If he'd been put through something like that, he'd have spent days tossing and turning at night from the trauma, no doubt about it.
In fact, after pulling Trainer Duty with Teacher Choi and having water dumped all over him from head to toe for hours on end, just the sight of his dentures was enough to make his body tremble on reflex. When he thought about it that way, Ha Yoon was incredible in all sorts of ways.
Especially since she could carry on with her usual asshole behavior without so much as a change in expression. Nam Ju-won thought as much while watching Joo Yeon-hwa get toyed with by Ha Yoon.
Still, when the hell did Joo Yeon-hwa turn into Ha Yoon's plaything?
At some point, Ha Yoon was always hanging around her. Back then, he'd just figured she was up to some scheme or other and paid it no mind. But in the meantime, Joo Yeon-hwa had ended up so thoroughly broken that she couldn't even twitch when openly messed with right there in the dormitory.
He'd assumed they'd drift apart eventually, but he'd never imagined it'd go down like this. Nam Ju-won shook his head. Well, he didn't have the spare brainpower to dwell on a comrade who'd already been ruined beyond repair.
Guess I should catch some more Z's.
It was the second mandatory holiday since arriving at Hope Education Academy. He planned to let his overworked body recover by not moving a muscle all weekend. Nam Ju-won flopped onto his bunk and yanked the blanket up over his head. In an instant, the sounds around him faded, and darkness enveloped him.
Which was why she missed it—the moment Kim Seon-ah whispered something to Ha Yoon while she was tormenting Joo Yeon-hwa, causing her to flush red and stop.
It would be a little later before Nam Ju-won realized Ha Yoon wasn't entirely back to her old self.
Multipurpose Practice Classroom A. Now repurposed as Ha Yoon and Kim Seon-ah's hideout, the room echoed nonstop with sharp, fleshy cracks.
Shwaak-!Zhaak-!
"Ahht...!"
The riding crop sliced through the air before smacking down on her neatly gathered soles. They'd already taken several lashes, leaving the skin bright red and marked. Another strike landed atop them, and Ha Yoon's body jerked violently.
Sharp pain raced up from her soles along her spine. It felt like countless needles stabbing into her; her toes curled involuntarily, tears pricking at her eyes. Yet somehow, Ha Yoon's expression didn't look like one of someone merely enduring agony.
If anything, she seemed to be enjoying it.
"Ha Yoon, I told you—no messing around in the dormitory."
Kim Seon-ah tapped the riding crop against her palm, her voice stern as she scolded her. She'd already warned her several times and dished out punishments, but Ha Yoon showed zero signs of mending her ways.
Quite the opposite—she toyed with Joo Yeon-hwa right in front of Kim Seon-ah, as if daring her to go ahead and punish her. Which was why, today again, she'd had to drag Ha Yoon here and pick up the crop.
"Heh, she likes it when I touch her, so she just stays put—"
Zhaak-!
"Kyaaak?!"
"That's only 'cause you've been breaking her down so forcefully she can't even think to fight back. Her personality isn't as warped as yours to start with."
"Wh-who're you calling warped...?"
Ha Yoon mumbled in a voice lost to pleasure at Kim Seon-ah's words.
"Anyway, cut it out. What if the trainers catch you?"
"That wouldn't be so ba— Heuk!"
Not the soles this time, but her ass—and Ha Yoon's body, propped against the bed, bucked up with a splat. The fabric over her lower half was visibly damp. Clutching the struck spot, she whipped around to glare at Kim Seon-ah.
"Ah, that hurts...!"
"Then why hit you? 'Cause it hurts? Or 'cause it feels good?"
Of course, it was the latter. Ever since Teacher Gan's intensive training wrapped up, Ha Yoon's sexual barriers had evolved in a whole new way.
Her latent masochistic streak had fully blossomed. She no longer hid how pain secretly sparked pleasure for her—and she seemed to revel in it openly now.
But on the plus side, they'd discovered that a dose of violence let them rein her in somewhat. Good or bad? Kim Seon-ah wasn't sure yet. But it hadn't backfired so far.
Plus, every time she disciplined Ha Yoon like this, a weird itch stirred in her chest—like her own sadistic side was waking up without her realizing it.
Having dressed her down, Kim Seon-ah quirked up the corner of her mouth.
"Anyway, punishment: exactly twenty on the ass."
"W-wait—just twenty? Then what about all the ones before now?"
"Those were warm-ups."
"Warm-ups?! What kinda bullshit is— Kyaaak!"
Zhaak-!
"That's one."
With that, Kim Seon-ah raised the crop again.
The classroom filled with the relentless smack of leather on flesh.
"It's completely marked up..."
Ha Yoon twisted to peer back at the full-length mirror behind her.
Her snow-white skin gleamed everywhere—except her ass, which was swollen bright red. Kim Seon-ah hadn't held back with the crop at all.
"Ahaha... sorry. Should've gone easier, huh?"
"Whatever. Even if I'd begged you to, you weren't gonna, right?"
Ha Yoon shot back curtly at the apology.
This whole routine was pre-negotiated play. Whining after agreeing to it was for sore losers. With that in mind, she prodded her flushed cheeks.
"Ow."
A sharp sting flared up. But it wasn't purely pain. More like a caress rippling around her pussy. She'd never gotten what people meant by turning pain into pleasure before.
Now she did.
Pain didn't transform into pleasure. You still felt the hurt—and the pleasure tagged right along with it.
But the pleasure dulled the edge a bit via some analgesic high, while amplifying itself enough to make you crave more pain.
Damn, how'd I end up with a body like Jin Si-won's?
Ha Yoon grumbled inwardly. Not a total loss, though.
At least now, violence would hit more as ecstasy than agony. No more bawling her eyes out over rough stuff.
Better to moan like a slut than wail like a damn kid.
At least the moans felt good.
"Uwah."
Suddenly, quiet Kim Seon-ah glomped onto her from behind. Ha Yoon—busy mirror-gazing—startled late and squirmed. Even so, the girl's body heat seeped in hot.
What the—hugging me buck-naked all of a sudden? As Ha Yoon opened her mouth to speak—
"...Huh?"
Something long, hard, and unmistakably fake nudged between her thighs. Glancing down: a black strap-on cock molded off a real one, grinding against her skin.
No friggin' way. Right as the thought hit—
"Hey, wanna try it like this today?"
"Haha... beat the crap outta me, and now you wanna fuck me too?"
"Why not? I've always been the fuckee. Wanna be the fucker for once."
Kim Seon-ah chuckled, nuzzling her lips against Ha Yoon's cheek. The puppy-lick sensation drew a reciprocal smile from her.
"Still no. Don't wanna get fucked by you."
"Why? You let my fingers in easy enough."
"Did I ask you to finger me? You just did."
"Same diff here."
The arm stroking her waist softly went iron-tight. Ha Yoon let out a quick moan and struggled—but it was pointless. Vision flipped; she hit the bed prone. She scrambled to rise, but Kim Seon-ah straddled her back, pinning her down with body weight.
Resisting arms got wrenched and bed-pinned by swift counters. Legs locked with Kim Seon-ah's own, and she was immobilized like a pinned bug.
"...They didn't teach judo for raping dudes."
"So? You used your boxing lessons to pound people."
"That's what boxing's for."
Mid-banter, Kim Seon-ah crossed the pinned wrists overhead and clamped them one-handed. Her free hand snatched the strap-on and aligned it with Ha Yoon's dripping pussy.
"...You're really gonna?"
Ha Yoon muttered, feeling the rigid toy press against her folds.
"Stopping here'd leave you hanging too, y'know."
Kim Seon-ah grinned. A muffled "Heh" laugh bubbled from the bedsheet-smothered face.
"True that."
"Right?"
Laughter erupted from both—no telling who started it. Without warning, the cock speared into her pussy.
"Uung...!"
A stifled cry of ecstasy leaked out. Face still buried, Ha Yoon shuddered. Utterly bound, getting railed by the girl she'd always dominated—no sweeter torment mixed with bliss.
Kim Seon-ah felt nothing physically, but gazing down at Ha Yoon pinned beneath her fueled a surging conquest rush. She finally got why Ha Yoon always fantasized aloud about having a real cock.
If I had a real one, it'd feel even better than this.
With that thought, she relaxed her tensed frame. Her half-crouched body dropped fully onto Ha Yoon's back. The cock—tip-deep till now—slammed to her deepest depths in a flash.
"Huaaang♡"
Ha Yoon couldn't hold back the raw moan at the surprise full-depth thrust. Kim Seon-ah rolled her hips, grinding the toy's length inside.
Ung, ahut, huaang. The sweet cries tickled her ears. Watching Ha Yoon quake purely from her moves, she nipped an earlobe. Another body buck rewarded her eyes.
The lazy deep grinds didn't last. Once true pistoning kicked in, meaty puk-puk slaps filled the air—evoking the intensive training from days prior.
It was meant to break her, but seeing Ha Yoon tangled with Teacher Gan had twisted Kim Seon-ah's gut.
Like she was getting stolen away. So now, bucking her own nature, she handled Ha Yoon with uncharacteristic brutality. It felt like this would make Ha Yoon hers completely.
But Kim Seon-ah knew better. No matter how she slaked Ha Yoon's urges, she could never truly possess her. After all, she—no, they—were sex slaves trained for men.
With that in mind, she sank her teeth hard into Ha Yoon's shoulder. A pained scream escaped the marking bite, but the wet squelches only intensified.
Thus faded another indeterminate holiday at Hope Education Academy.