Chapter 105
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 105
Chapter Title: Yoon Se-rin
“Haa...”
Yoon Se-rin let out a long sigh. Han Su-ah, standing beside her, looked puzzled and asked,
“Why the sigh? Something tough going on?”
“What here isn’t tough? It’s just... my mind’s all messed up over something else.”
“Ah, because we’re getting out soon?”
Yoon Se-rin nodded. Her half-year at the Hope Education Academy was down to just one week left.
When she’d first arrived, she’d barely endured each day wondering if she’d ever escape this hellhole. But now, snapping out of it, the end was already creeping up.
“Once you’re out, you’re out. Why overthink it?”
“...Aren’t you worried at all? We know exactly what’s waiting for us after we leave.”
She’d end up as some rich bastard’s plaything, or worse, shipped off as comfort fodder for some public facility like the military. Sure, families sometimes bought them back, but that wouldn’t apply to Yoon Se-rin. She’d cut ties and run away years ago, so they probably didn’t even know she’d become a TS Victim.
And Han Su-ah was no different. Yoon hadn’t heard the details, but her family situation was just as shitty. Yet unlike the anxious Yoon Se-rin, she shrugged it off casually.
“Worrying won’t change a damn thing. Just roll with it.”
“Ugh. Talking to you was my mistake.”
“Took you long enough.”
Han Su-ah teased with a grin, earning an eye-roll from Yoon Se-rin. But after all the quiet comfort those laid-back reactions had given her before, she couldn’t even snap back. Instead, she clasped her hands tight and prayed.
“Please, let someone with a good personality take me.”
“Guys with good personalities don’t shop at academies like this.”
“Keep it up, and you’re dead.”
“Eek! Se-rin’s mad!”
Unable to hold back, Yoon Se-rin lunged. Han Su-ah let out an exaggerated squeal and bolted.
Yoon Se-rin’s golden blonde hair swayed as she chased the fleeing figure, a smirk breaking across her face. She followed right after.
“Hey! You’re done for if I catch you!”
Yeah. Trembling in anxiety wouldn’t change a thing. Better to cherish the now than waste time fretting.
Yoon Se-rin finally caught Han Su-ah and delivered a solid noogie.
Both their faces bloomed with cheerful smiles.
“Heh, what a couple of idiots.”
In Multipurpose Training Classroom A, Ha Yoon sat by the window, quietly muttering as she watched the two frolic on the Parade Ground. She couldn’t fathom what was so damn fun about it when they were about to graduate into an even worse hell than the academy.
Ha Yoon scowled, then nudged something at her feet with her shoe.
“Ain’t that right?”
“Ack! Y-yes!”
“Dumbass, who told you to talk like a person?”
At that, Joo Yeon-hwa—pinned underfoot—realized her mistake too late and barked,
“Woof! Woof woof!”
“There we go. Good girl.”
Ha Yoon stroked her head with her foot without lifting it. Joo Yeon-hwa panted happily in response.
Two months into the academy, Joo Yeon-hwa no longer got treated like a human. In front of the Trainers, she was on equal footing with the other Trainees, but once they left, she was purely Ha Yoon’s dog.
The reason was simple. Ha Yoon had personally imprinted every one of her own hellish experiences onto Joo—perfectly, 100%. Weekdays, weekends, whenever there was time, she’d hammered the lessons into her body. Now, Joo didn’t rebel against Ha Yoon at all.
By then, even Kim Seon-ah stopped intervening. Instead, she used it as an excuse to pile on more forced, rape-like sessions—but if you framed it as play, it wasn’t half bad.
Joo’s fellow first-years seemed convinced she’d crossed an irreversible river, ignoring her completely. As a result, she had zero interactions in the dorms—no chats, nothing.
Aside from obeying Ha Yoon, she was totally isolated. And she wasn’t the only one.
Jin Si-won. Like Yoon Se-rin and Han Su-ah, who were graduating soon, she had just a month left. But after witnessing her lover and classmate Shin So-hyeon’s “end” (she wasn’t dead), she’d become a ghost in the dorms—present but invisible.
If Kim Seon-ah dropped by to chat, she’d respond. But it never turned into real conversation. Like an auto-reply bot, she answered mechanically and never took the lead.
Even Kim Seon-ah got fed up eventually and stopped bothering. That’s how Jin Si-won ended up isolated. Not by anyone’s design, but because she wanted it that way.
It was like watching a tree wither away.
Not my problem, though.
Ha Yoon smirked down at Joo Yeon-hwa, blushing and panting under her foot.
“Like getting stepped on, you perv?”
“Woof woof!”
“If it’s that good, lick my foot or something.”
As if she’d been waiting for those words, Joo stuck out her tongue and lapped at it. The soft, wet stroke up Ha Yoon’s sole sent shivers down her spine.
But Ha Yoon didn’t pull away, despite the tingling weakness in her legs. The tongue soon delved between her toes, then lovingly sucked each one.
Slurp slurp— Joo went at it like a blowjob, and suddenly Hong Ryeon’s face overlapped in Ha Yoon’s mind. Should’ve made her kneel like this before she graduated. A twinge of regret mixed with massive arousal as Ha Yoon shoved her foot deeper.
“Think that’s enough to satisfy me? Suck harder. Like you do the Trainers’ cocks.”
“Hng... woof!”
Joo replied in a voice thick with heat.
Teacher Gan handed a stack of papers to the middle-aged man seated at the table.
“These are the profiles for every Trainee currently at the academy.”
“Thank you.”
The man in the crisp suit, hair neatly slicked back, accepted them with a mild smile. Teacher Gan smiled back, but disgust churned beneath it.
Fucking creep.
The man reading the profiles wasn’t some famous hotel chef. He was a driver by trade—a veteran who’d served one chaebol family for decades.
But he was a chef. One who cooked solely for his masters. Teacher Gan didn’t even want to imagine the ingredients.
A driver cooking humans, chaebol cannibals. Not his first run-in with them, though. They’d met before, and several Trainees had gone that way.
Even if TS Victims had no rights, eating them was another level. But the money-blind director squashed any debate with a cough and orders to serve them well.
So Teacher Gan kept smiling through his revulsion, waiting for the man’s reaction.
“These two are graduating this time?”
He pointed at Han Su-ah and Yoon Se-rin. Teacher Gan nodded.
“Yes. Both excellent Trainees. Yoon Se-rin especially.”
“Ah, no interest in the blonde. Western looks aren’t to the chairmen’s taste.”
“I see.”
Not news to him. The driver skipped them, scrutinizing the rest. His gaze lingered on one.
“This Trainee has unusual hair.”
“Ah, you mean Ha Yoon.”
“Ha Yoon, yes. When’s she up for discharge?”
“Still about two months out... She catch your eye?”
Discharge, not ‘shipping out,’ you prick. Teacher Gan swallowed the jab.
“She has... Yes, perhaps. Not just the looks—the hair and eye color. Like cherry blossoms. Perfect for a fine dish.”
“Haha, glad she appeals, but unfortunately, she’s already reserved by an Owner.”
“Oh? Mind sharing who?”
If their masters outranked them, he’d negotiate or threaten to snag her. But the name Teacher Gan dropped killed that quick.
“The eldest son of Seonwoo Group.”
“Ahh, Seonwoo Group... Shame.”
Seonwoo was too big. His chairmen might match them in power, but snatching their pick? No shot. The driver gave up cleanly, skimmed the rest, and said,
“The others are meh. I’ll take Yoon Se-rin.”
“Payment to the usual account.”
“Yes. See you on discharge day.”
The driver packed up and left. Teacher Gan escorted him to the gate, then muttered irritably on the way back.
“Fucking cannibals. Who’d let ‘em take anyone?”
Made him wanna puke. With his mood soured, Teacher Gan called Ha Yoon for Trainer Duty.
Time to blow off steam.
A week later, graduation day arrived. Freshly bathed and dressed neatly, Yoon Se-rin stiffened her face and took a deep breath. Then a warm hand clasped hers.
“Why so tense? Just be yourself, like I said.”
“Like that’s up to me?”
“Wonder where we’ll end up. Would be nice if it’s the same place.”
“Fat chance. All the others got split up.”
Yoon Se-rin shot back curtly. No way she and Han Su-ah would be the exception. She just gripped the hand tighter.
Soon, Teacher Gan emerged from the admin office and led them out.
Two foreign luxury cars from different brands waited on the Parade Ground. A driver from one got out to greet them personally; the other sat in the back seat, window down, staring coldly.
Harsh as it was to Han Su-ah, Yoon prayed it wouldn’t be that venomous-faced guy in the car—but a kindly, fatherly man instead.
And it came true.
“Miss Yoon Se-rin?”
“Yes!”
“No need to be nervous. Shall we?”
He even courteously opened the passenger door. Yoon Se-rin clenched her fist without realizing.
Thinking she’d lucked out with a good Owner.
Vroom— The cars carried off their charges and sped beyond the Parade Ground.