Chapter 108
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 108
Chapter Title: Interlude (2)
Once all the previous batch had left, there was no one in the dormitory who could stop Ha Yoon from running wild.
Of course, it hadn't been any different before, but now she was effectively the most senior, and among those who had come after her, there wasn't anyone with a temper as foul as hers—so no one dared to stand up to her.
With nothing holding her back, Ha Yoon toyed with Joo Yeon-hwa right in front of everyone and tormented any trainee who caught her eye. Just like she had back when she was a trainer.
"Why the hell is that bitch acting up when it's almost time for her to go?"
Nam Joo-won muttered with a sigh, and Hwang Min-ah along with the other three from the lower batch nodded in agreement.
"She slapped me just for making eye contact last time..."
"A slap's lucky. I ran into her in the bathroom, and she suddenly dragged me off... sob."
"She said she didn't like my face..."
They vented about what Ha Yoon had done to each of them, consoling one another. Of course, with so many victims, one might think they could just band together and take her down.
And sure enough, someone actually voiced that idea out loud, but Nam Joo-won jumped in alarm and stopped them.
"Absolutely not! Ha Yoon used to be a trainer, so she's got connections with these guys! Mess up, and you'll end up like Joo Yeon-hwa!"
"R-Really?"
Of course, whether she truly had any real connections was anyone's guess. During daily routines, Ha Yoon was occasionally raped by Teacher Park, and in the afternoon sessions, she frequently got roughed up by Teacher Choi.
Plus, a few months ago, hadn't she been locked away for days under the pretext of "intensive training" with Teacher Gan? The thick semen stench wafting off her body for a while after had been enough to make anyone pinch their nose, so calling it a "connection" was a stretch.
But even so, Nam Joo-won had no intention of trying to overpower her with numbers or anything like that. Especially since whenever they started thinking her behavior had gone too far, Kim Seon-ah would show up and shut it all down in an instant.
Wasn't it judo she was trained in? Nam Joo-won shuddered as he recalled how Kim Seon-ah had grabbed Ha Yoon—who was giggling while messing with Joo Yeon-hwa—and slammed her to the floor in a flash.
"...Anyway, don't even think about ganging up on her or whatever. She's leaving in just a week or so. No need to waste energy—just ignore her, and she'll vanish on her own."
In any case, Ha Yoon treated all the other trainees—except Kim Seon-ah—like bugs or toys. She didn't even converse with them, seeing them only as playthings, which made their blood boil. But that would all end in a week.
'Still, I want to get revenge at the very end.'
Nam Joo-won secretly plotted as he dismissed the gathered trainees. There was still plenty of time left.
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While Nam Joo-won was scheming like that, Ha Yoon was riding in a car driven by Woo Shin-hyung.
The purpose was simple: to show her the house she'd be living in ahead of her discharge in a week. She couldn't understand why he'd borrowed her two obligatory days off for something like that, but she got it once they arrived.
'This is a house?'
After waiting in the car for the gate to open, a vast garden stretched out beyond it. They had to drive a bit further through it just to see the mansion, so vast it was beyond imagination.
Compared to the one-room apartment she'd lived in before... maybe you could fit dozens of those entire buildings on this plot. Ha Yoon scanned the impeccably maintained garden with a strange expression before turning to gaze at the mansion.
The mansion was relatively modest. At least compared to the sprawling garden—it was still swimming pool-sized. And three stories tall at that. Did a house for just two people really need to be this grand? Ha Yoon wondered as she stepped out of the car.
"So, what do you think of your future home?"
"What can I say... it's impressive in all sorts of ways."
Han Seol-ah approached and asked. Ha Yoon answered sincerely. Honestly, it wasn't something she could pin down with one word. She thought it was ridiculously wasteful, yet also undeniably cool.
'This is where I'll be living from now on?'
A strange sense of anticipation stirred in her too. Sure, it wasn't as a tenant or guest—she'd be living there as a slave—but residing in a place this lavish wasn't an everyday thing. As Ha Yoon mulled this over, Han Seol-ah took her hand and led her along.
"The inside is even more amazing. I'll give you the tour, so follow me."
"Uh, what about... Master?"
"You two go ahead and look around. I've got to go take a hit."
Woo Shin-hyung leaned against the car and lit a cigarette as she uttered the title that still felt so foreign on her tongue. Saliva pooled at the sight of the smoke after so long, but with Han Seol-ah urging her on, she had no choice but to follow.
And true to Han Seol-ah's word that the inside was even grander, the mansion's interior was stunning. It was so spotless not a speck of dust could be seen, with unidentified masterpieces hanging on every wall and expensive-looking furnishings displayed throughout.
Even Ha Yoon, utterly clueless about luxury goods, could tell that every item here was worth a fortune beyond imagining. But Han Seol-ah moved about freely, kicking off her shoes carelessly as if it were nothing new.
Ha Yoon hesitated at first but had no choice but to boldly follow her lead. If she dawdled and tripped, breaking something... well, slave or not, she'd end up enslaved in a whole new way.
"This is the bathroom. That's Master's workspace. Over here is the study. Another bathroom..."
There were so many rooms that opening door after door seemed endless. And she couldn't fathom why there were separate bathrooms outside when each room already had one inside.
Why on earth build it like this? Ha Yoon thought incredulously. Still, it wasn't like she gained nothing from the tour.
Surprisingly, Woo Shin-hyung seemed to have a talent for painting. The workspace Han Seol-ah showed her had a massive palette smeared with paints, and countless canvases scattered in disarray.
Looking closer, they shared the same color palette as the masterpieces on the walls—probably his works. Her eyes narrowed at the occasional nude portrait of Han Seol-ah amid them. What a creepy couple.
As those thoughts crossed her mind, the tour was nearly over. Most rooms were empty guest spaces, but the next ones belonged to the actual residents.
"This is Master's room! Always knock before entering. I'll remind you after discharge, but memorize it now."
"Do I really have to knock?"
"If you're so curious, try not to. Took me a week, by the way!"
A week of what? Han Seol-ah seemed so cheerful about it that it didn't sound like a big deal. Shrugging it off, they moved to the room next door.
"This is my room. Master and you can come and go as you please, so if you can't sleep at night, don't hesitate to drop by?"
"Sure, sure..."
As if she'd ever. Ha Yoon vowed never to set foot in Han Seol-ah's room as she headed to the final one. The door opened to reveal a heart-shaped king-size bed and all sorts of toys.
This one's obvious without explanation. As Ha Yoon stood there sour-faced, Han Seol-ah wriggled playfully.
"This is the love nest for Master and me. We have our own rooms, but we spend most nights here."
Ha Yoon's face soured further at the intimate, confessional tone. And now, she'd be rolling around in there with them too.
Not something she wanted to know. As that thought hit her, Ha Yoon realized something was missing.
Han Seol-ah seemed to notice too, clapping her hands belatedly.
"Oh right! I almost forgot. I was supposed to show you your room too! I spent all yesterday decorating it just for you."
"...You put your heart into it?"
"You can look forward to it."
Her beaming smile was ominous as hell. Ha Yoon followed the swaying hips ahead with an uneasy expression. And her suspicions were spot on.
"...What the hell is this."
"Pretty great, right?"
The first thing that caught her eye was the nameplate at the entrance: [Ha Yoon's House♥]. Ha Yoon stared at it, scanning slowly from top to bottom. She closed her eyes, thought for a moment, let out a long breath, and asked Han Seol-ah.
"This... is a doghouse."
"Doghouse? Where's a doghouse this luxurious?"
It was luxurious, as she said. There was even a small air conditioner inside, plus pillows, blankets, and conveniences like a tablet PC.
But the overall shape was unmistakably a doghouse. A chain leash dangled from what looked like a stake. It lay on the floor as if without an owner yet... but who it was meant for was obvious.
Ha Yoon rubbed her neck unnecessarily and asked.
"This is really where I'm supposed to live? When there are so many rooms?"
"You don't like it?"
Like hell I do, you bitch. The words rose to the tip of her tongue, but Ha Yoon wasn't foolish enough anymore to spit them out like before. Swallowing them down, she forced an awkward smile.
"It's not that I hate it, but... with all those empty rooms, is there really a need for me to live here? It just seems wasteful..."
"So you hate it. I see..."
But no matter how mildly Ha Yoon put it, Han Seol-ah ignored her and muttered gloomily, as if deeply hurt.
"I spent all day yesterday preparing it for you..."
'If you're gonna prepare something, make it proper, at least.'
Ha Yoon thought to herself. Han Seol-ah was mumbling sadly, but a doghouse was still a doghouse. What had she done to deserve this cramped (though spacious enough for her body) thing when there were so many rooms?
"No helping it then. Your room can just be my—"
"Actually, now that I think about it, this place isn't so bad!"
"See?"
No way in hell was she sharing a room with that bitch. Ha Yoon chirped brightly on purpose, and only then did Han Seol-ah break into a wide grin, seemingly relieved.
You fucking bitch. As Ha Yoon cursed inwardly, Han Seol-ah picked up the stray leash and handed it over.
"I picked this out thinking of you too. They say it's gentle on the skin, so it's fine to wear it all the time!"
"Wow, whoa... such a precious... dogshit, I mean..."
"Knew you'd appreciate it. Wanna try it on now?"
Ha Yoon accepted the leash with a trembling smile, muttering.
"O-Of course I should try it on. It's from you, Seol-ah... not some chew toy."
And she put it on. It fit snugly without choking her—definitely high-quality. Even vigorous head shakes didn't chafe her skin.
Might not be so bad after all... Ha Yoon murmured, glancing at the mirror inside the doghouse.
"Just the collar feels a bit empty, so you should use these too, right?"
"Wow, whoa..."
Han Seol-ah brought over puppy-ear headband and a tail anal plug.
You goddamn bitch. Ha Yoon spat curses in her mind but had no choice but to take them.