Chapter 11
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Human Rights Activist
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After the afternoon schedule ended, they showered, ate dinner, and until lights-out roll call, they had free time.
Even so, there wasn't much to do in this place without any electronics. At best, it was doing postponed laundry, exercising, or chatting with the person next to you.
If only it were the military with phones or TVs at least. Ha Yoon thought that as she roughly tossed her freshly laundered and dried training uniform into the cabinet and flopped face-down onto her bunk.
Her buttocks still stung from Hong Ryeon's spanking, so she couldn't even lie on her back looking at the ceiling.
Just then, someone approached Ha Yoon and asked,
"Hey, you're Ha Yoon, right?"
"What do you want?"
"I'm Jin Si-won. And I'm right next to you."
She pointed to the number six cabinet beside them.
"I just wanted to say hi. We'll be living together for the next four months, after all."
"Buzz off. I don't wanna get chummy with you lot anyway."
"You seem pretty chummy with Kim Seon-ah already."
"Shut up. We're not."
Whether it was Hong Ryeon or this one, Ha Yoon couldn't figure out what they saw between her and Kim Seon-ah to call them close. As she grumbled inwardly, she felt her bunk shake. Turning her head, she saw Jin Si-won hadn't left—instead, she was perched on the edge of the bed.
"Why are you sitting? I said get lost."
"You got nothing to do anyway, right? Neither do I. Let's just chat to kill time. There's seriously nothing to do here."
"You on vacation? Find something to do. This ain't a resort—it's a sex slave factory, you idiot."
"Factory, huh... Speaking of, weren't you a trainer here? Is that true?"
"You'd know if you were in the showers."
Recalling that moment made her ribs ache for no reason. She needed to give that Ryu Jin-ah bitch a proper thrashing sometime.
As she ground her teeth, Jin Si-won asked with sparkling eyes,
"How many years did you do it for?"
"About four years, I think... Why do you care?"
"I was prepping to become a trainer at the academy myself."
Ha Yoon twitched her eyebrows at her cheerful tone.
This one's nuts too.
Ignoring that, Jin Si-won kept going.
"Four years means you've had sex till you're sick of it, right?"
"So much I couldn't count with both hands and feet. More than ten times a day, even."
"Whoa... They say trainers favor guys with stamina, and it's true. Teacher Park caught me once and pounded me till I passed out."
I woke up covered head to toe in cum. She said it with a laugh.
That was one of two things: either she'd lost her mind from the ordeal, or...
"You a masochist?"
A crazy bitch who got off on pain. Either way, not worth associating with.
Jin Si-won shook her head at Ha Yoon's blunt question.
"Nah, I hate pain too. But getting spanked during sex when you're turned on? Not bad..."
"Crazy bitch."
Ha Yoon stared at her in disgust as Jin Si-won's face flushed red, clearly reminiscing.
"If early discharge was possible, you'd be gone already. You already act like a full-on sex slave."
"I'd love that. Nothing to do after schedule ends."
Muttering that, Jin Si-won suddenly perked up as if remembering something.
"Not all bad, though. Lots of pretty girls here. Being TS victims, it's eye candy."
"So what? You just stare instead of getting fucked?"
"Plenty of fun without dicks."
"What?"
"Acting all innocent. This."
She made a scissoring motion with her hands, then clapped them together like interlocking fingers.
"Lesbian sex."
"Crazy bitch... You do that with other girls even after getting railed here?"
"What's wrong with it? Not every day. Fills masturbation quota too? And it's a different kind of pleasure from getting dicked..."
So not masochist—just a nympho. As Ha Yoon thought that, Jin Si-won leaned in close and whispered,
"Wanna go a round with me? Pretty confident with my fingers. I'll show you girl-on-girl ain't bad."
"I'll break your jaw. Get lost."
"Why? I can make it real good..."
She wouldn't take a hint. As Ha Yoon scowled and started to sit up,
Jin Si-won's face suddenly pulled away as she gagged like someone yanked her by the throat.
And a sharp voice rang out.
"Hey, Jin Si-won! Harassing the new girl again!"
"Harassing? I'm always serious—gahk."
The glasses-wearing trainee silenced her nonsense with a chop to the throat, then turned apologetically to Ha Yoon.
"Sorry. She gloms onto every newbie..."
"Whatever. Take her and scram. I wanna rest."
"...Isn't that a bit harsh?"
The trainee put her hands on her hips, looking offended. Jin Si-won whispered in her ear,
"So-hyeon-ah. That's her—the one who mouthed off at Ryu Jin-ah in the showers and got stomped."
"Oh, the ex-trainer?"
Why say that in front of her? Ha Yoon gave them an incredulous look at their loud "whisper."
"Hey, can you two just leave? No—I'll go. You stay."
She jumped up to head out.
If Shin So-hyeon hadn't grabbed her shoulder.
"Wait! I'm Shin So-hyeon."
"Don't care."
"Is it true you were a trainer? Then you know the academy layout well, right?"
Unlike her earlier whisper, she asked in a tiny voice. Ha Yoon smirked.
She looked like a model student, but had some cheeky ideas.
"Dumb bitch. You think I'll tell some random like you?"
"...What do you think I'm thinking?"
"Obvious. Trying to escape. No way."
Anyone asking about the layout here was plotting escape. Otherwise, they'd never ask something so stupid.
"Just stay put. No regrets from dumb shit."
"No way...! This is wrong! Just cuz your gender changed, you gotta serve as a sex slave forever? The law's fucked!"
"So you'll escape? What about the ID collar? Got a tracker."
"I know how to cut it. Before this, I was a human rights activist for TS victims."
"Your highness has arrived."
Ha Yoon muttered sarcastically.
Thirty years ago, the special law for TS victims passed but wasn't enforced right away. Buildings aside, human rights activists advocated for their rights.
Not just them—friends and families protested too, making a ruckus till enforcement.
Now, thirty years later, most victims resigned, or families compromised by claiming them post-training before handover.
But these activists never quit. When protests failed, they raided exposed academies to "rescue" victims—radical stuff.
That's why major academies near the capital had frequent police patrols. Who also banged victims while at it.
Anyway, human rights activist. Ha Yoon crossed her arms, eyeing Shin So-hyeon. Round face, round glasses—she looked way younger than her age.
Meaning fragile. Activists were supposed to be hardened, but not her.
Pretty like a TS victim, but plain black hair and eyes—no standout features.
Just averagely pretty. Yeah, slip out, ditch the collar, and she'd blend in easy.
Link up with other activists, flee to a country recognizing TS rights—free as a bird.
But too naive. Ha Yoon shook her head.
"Forget it. You take escape too lightly. And blabbing to me? What if I snitch to other trainers?"
"Ah, uh..."
She hadn't thought that far—eyes wide, speechless.
Activist newbie, not a vet.
Escape with this? Reckless fool. Ha Yoon told her,
"Drop the escape crap. Stay quiet, no dumb ideas."
"...So get impaled on trainer dicks for four months?!"
"Better than the alternative."
Caught escaping? Worse than that.
Ha Yoon swallowed the rest, turned, and left the barracks. Shin So-hyeon glared at her back, fists clenched.
"Ah, Ha Yoon-ssi! Where you going?"
"Getting air. Don't follow."
She said it to Kim Seon-ah, who held laundry in her arms.
But Kim Seon-ah stashed it in the barracks and hurried after, panting.
Ha Yoon muttered in disbelief,
"Said don't follow."
"Hehe... Felt awkward alone in barracks. Mind if I tag along? Won't bother your walk. Yeah?"
"Jeez... Do what you want. But talk and I'll hit you."
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Don't laugh, idiot."
Ha Yoon grumbled back at her playful salute and grin.
Still, her expression wasn't bad. Unlike with those other two.