Chapter 110
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: Interlude (4)
"Haaak, haaak...!"
Kim Seon-ah stroked the head of Ha Yoon, who was burying her face in her chest, while hearing those gasps that sounded like she was on the verge of passing out. Even though two days had passed since she'd been rented out to a VIP and returned, she was still like this.
Seon-ah had no idea what kind of ordeal she'd gone through, but Ha Yoon kept groping her chest and shoving her face into it at every opportunity, claiming she needed mental and physical comfort. It was quite a hassle, of course. Though she did like the fact that Ha Yoon was relying on her.
"Haaak, kehak...!"
"Hey, can't you loosen up a bit? She's about to suffocate."
"I-It's fine! I can still hold on!"
The response came from somewhere else. Seon-ah looked at Joo Yeon-hwa, pale-faced yet insisting she was okay between Ha Yoon's legs, with a weary expression.
"No, it's starting to bother me now."
Joo Yeon-hwa was currently being strangled by Ha Yoon's legs.
Of course, she wasn't using her hands to grip the legs that were pleading with her—it was pure leg strength clamping down, so the risk of actual suffocation was low. Still, breathing should have been tough, yet Yeon-hwa was grinning like she enjoyed it.
Though she looked like a corpse about to die from lack of blood flow anyway. Seon-ah shook her head and forcibly pried Ha Yoon's face away from her chest. Despite strangling someone with her legs, Ha Yoon's expression was utterly dejected.
"What on earth happened to leave you looking like that even now?"
"I just... want to stay here...."
"You know the other girls here would punch you if they heard that, right?"
With discharge day still feeling light-years away, if Ha Yoon—the tyrant reigning over the dorm—said something like that, more than a few fists would be itching to fly.
"Tell them to come at me if they're jealous...."
"You're moping but still got plenty to say, huh."
Seon-ah stared in disbelief, but Ha Yoon remained slumped over. Naturally, her legs hadn't loosened up a bit during all this.
Torment her or mope—one or the other, Seon-ah muttered inwardly before speaking up.
"So, what happened? Gonna tell me already?"
"That dog bastard...! Ow."
"I don't get it when you say it like that."
After a light slap to snap her out of it, Ha Yoon let out a deep sigh and explained.
"They treated me like a dog the whole two days there. It's mentally exhausting."
"Dog treatment isn't exactly unusual, is it? What's different from what we get here...?"
"It's not that. It's different from how we're treated here."
If she had to compare, it was like the corporal punishment from Teacher Gan back when she'd first entered the academy. But unlike the pure pain-focused beatings—binding limbs and forcing joint-crushing marches—this felt like it completely crushed the human spirit.
"There, I had to act like a dog. 'Fetch the frisbee!' Why even make me do that?!"
"Uh...."
At those words, Seon-ah instantly understood what Ha Yoon meant by "dog treatment." It wasn't just sexual—it was literal treatment as a dog. Ignoring that, Ha Yoon kept venting her frustration.
"I'm not a real dog—how am I supposed to catch a frisbee flying that fast on all fours?! My chest already hurts when I run fast! S-Sure, the pain felt kinda good in its own way, but beating me for not catching it is so unfair...! And they fed me dog food!"
The more she recalled, the angrier she got, her body trembling. Her legs naturally tightened, and Yeon-hwa, throat constricted, foamed at the mouth while weakly slapping at them, but Ha Yoon didn't let go.
Seon-ah noted the ragged gasps had stopped and wore a relieved expression.
"Well... you kinda expected that much, didn't you?"
"Expected my ass! Who could've predicted that?! And I had to bark like a dog every time I answered. Woof, woof! Fucking dog shit!"
Getting heated up mid-sentence, Ha Yoon released Yeon-hwa from her chokehold and kicked her away. With a crash, she face-planted onto the floor— a sight that would worry anyone—but Ha Yoon paid it no mind.
"They pigged out on tasty stuff among themselves and fed me flavorless dog kibble! And what's with wet food versus dry food...?!"
Dry food would've been better. The wet stuff was some thick, chunky mush that looked revolting even visually. And the taste went without saying.
It was especially torturous because Woo Shin-hyung occasionally fed her delicious food. But refusing it might earn resentment from the one person there showing her any kindness, so she couldn't avoid it.
Stressed out the entire two days like that before returning, it was no wonder she was so on edge. Understanding this, Seon-ah pulled Ha Yoon's bristling head into an embrace and stroked it.
"Sounds like it was really tough. Sorry, that was insensitive of me."
"Hoo... It's fine. Not your fault. Just... stick with me for a bit...."
"That much is easy."
Seon-ah spoke in a gentle voice as Ha Yoon buried her face in her chest, acting spoiled like she'd never been mad. No one paid attention to Yeon-hwa writhing on the floor.
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Clinging to Kim Seon-ah like that restored her mental and physical balance, and time flew by. Before she knew it, only three days remained until discharge.
To think the day I'd leave the academy would actually come. Ha Yoon murmured, gazing out the window.
Well, she'd felt the same way when a mistake led to beating a trainee to death and forced her to quit as a trainer.
Who could've guessed that after over a decade as a trainer here, one slip-up would end it all?
If I hadn't quit then, I'd still be a trainer turned victim like now anyway.
And she'd have been admitted as a trainee in the same status. Thinking that, Ha Yoon figured it was fortunate it hadn't gone that way.
If she'd entered like that, not just Hong Ryeon's gang but everyone in the dorm back then would've turned against her. Unable to talk to Kim Seon-ah on the bus, she wouldn't have befriended her and would've been totally isolated.
Just imagining it was horrifying. Lost in those thoughts, Ha Yoon winced at the sharp pain shooting up from below, clenched her fist, and slammed it down.
"Ack!"
"Hey, suck properly."
"S-Sorry...."
Hwang Min-ah, grabbed by the hair while licking Ha Yoon's pussy, teared up from the head-jerking pain and apologized. The reason it was Min-ah instead of Yeon-hwa was simple.
I'm getting tired of Yeon-hwa anyway.
After discharge in three days, she couldn't play with them anymore, but she'd toyed with her plenty over the past months. Reactions were getting boring, so disposal time.
Plus, she planned to fuck every remaining girl in the dorm before then. First up: Hwang Min-ah of the traffic light trio.
After Ha Yoon's scolding, Min-ah hesitated before slowly sticking out her tongue to lick again. Four months in, and her sucking was still lackluster. Ha Yoon clicked her tongue.
"Do you suck dick that badly too?"
"Y-Yes?"
"Harder, I said. Like when you're sucking a cock. Got it?"
Shoving the dazed Min-ah against the wall, Ha Yoon ground her crotch against her face. Would've been hotter with a dick. Swallowing her regret, she smeared saliva and juices over Min-ah's face.
Min-ah's face twisted badly. It looked like suppressed annoyance or held-back tears. Probably the latter. Ha Yoon licked her lips and smiled.
"One more chance—do it right. If I like it, I'll let you go."
"W-We can't do this to each other...!"
Min-ah squeezed out the words. If she had a dick, she wouldn't dare say that. Ha Yoon replied laden with pity.
"You should've said that when Yeon-hwa was getting it."
"Ugh...."
"Now that it's your turn, don't you think saying that makes you look pathetic?"
Giggling, Ha Yoon spoke, and Min-ah flushed with shame. But she couldn't hide it—Ha Yoon had her head gripped firmly in place.
"So quit the bullshit and suck my pussy."
"Mmph...!"
Helpless against the pussy smothering her mouth, Min-ah extended her tongue again. Pleasure surged through Ha Yoon, who soon panted heavily. Sucking her clit sent her over the edge quickly.
"Haaak...!"
"Mmf...!"
Min-ah's eyes widened at the sudden flood of juices. Ignoring her, Ha Yoon shuddered and squirted freely.
As the climax subsided, she caught her breath, lifted her crotch from Min-ah's face, and said,
"See? You can do it when you try."
"Thank you...."
Despite the fresh smile not feeling like praise at all, Min-ah had no choice but to reply. Refusing would mean worse torment.
But Min-ah didn't know Ha Yoon well yet. Even perfect obedience earned tantrums.
"Guess I should return the favor with something nice?"
"Huh?"
A metallic click—the strap-on locked. Looking up, Min-ah saw a viciously huge black cock, over 20cm with bulging veins, looking monstrous.
Worn like panties, it approached, and Min-ah instinctively pushed back with her hands. But pinned to the wall, escape was impossible.
Realizing this, she swallowed hard. Ha Yoon crouched to eye level, tongue flicking out.
Feeling like a mouse before a snake, Min-ah squeezed her eyes shut—even as her legs spread and the massive dildo pierced her deepest spot.
Hours later, Kim Seon-ah, searching for Ha Yoon and entering Multipurpose Practice Room A, saw the soaked floor and writhing Hwang Min-ah atop it.
And Ha Yoon, straddling her with a deeply refreshed expression.
At the utter scene, Seon-ah pressed her forehead and shook her head.