Chapter 112
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 112
Chapter Title: Farewell Party (2)
“Mmgh, ah, ahng...”
The creaking bed and weak, melting moans drifted faintly through the air. Ha Yoon grimaced at the jolting movements and slowly opened her eyes. There, atop her and dripping with sweat, Teacher Park grinned down at her.
“Ah, you’re awake?”
“Teacher Park...? Ahuut!”
She’d meant to ask what was going on, but a sudden foreign pressure stabbing deep inside made her cry out involuntarily. Only then did Ha Yoon realize Teacher Park’s cock was buried inside her. In a quivering voice, she asked,
“Hngh, wh-what... haang... are you doing...?”
“What else? Fucking you. No way you blacked out after just a little drink, right?”
“Drink? What dri—hngh...!”
Spurt—his cock throbbed deep inside, unleashing a flood of semen. Clutching the bedsheets as the scorching heat filled her belly, Ha Yoon endured the peak of pleasure before collapsing bonelessly with a gasp.
“Haa, ha, haaa...”
“Whew... Your pussy really is top-class.”
“Haaang...♡”
Teacher Park muttered as he slowly withdrew his cock. As the glans popped free, dragging her inner walls with it, her hips bucked wildly on their own. Ignoring that, he shoved the slick, fluid-covered shaft straight into her mouth.
“Mmph?!”
“Clean it up nice and thorough, like always.”
He told her to clean it, yet he started thrusting shallowly into her mouth. Ha Yoon glared at him irritably before running her tongue over the cock filling her mouth, piecing together her memories at the same time.
She’d heard Teacher Park had prepared drinks and smokes for a farewell party and headed straight to his room. They’d chatted a bit while sharing booze and cigarettes... and then she must’ve passed out drunk.
She’d felt it before, but this body was incredibly weak to alcohol. Three beers were enough to black her out. So why had Teacher Park taken advantage of her unconscious state?
Honestly, it was a ridiculous question even to think. A trainer fucking a passed-out trainee right in front of him was as natural as the sun rising in the east.
But how many loads had he blown? It didn’t feel like just one. Palpating her belly, she could feel it bulging from the cum packed inside.
“Wondering how many loads I pumped into you? Any guesses?”
Teacher Park noticed and asked, but with his cock in her mouth, she couldn’t answer. Instead, she held up three fingers.
“Spot on! You can feel it, huh?”
As if. She’d just guessed a reasonable number since not that much time could’ve passed. Thinking that inwardly, Ha Yoon sucked harder. Her cheeks hollowed slightly around him, drawing a dumb “Ooh!” from Teacher Park.
She knew it wouldn’t end with just cleaning. If it were, he’d have pulled out, but instead, he thrust deeper, pressing his cock against her cheeks.
Bobbing her head to keep sucking, he apparently couldn’t hold back anymore and straddled her face outright, pounding away. When he switched from her pussy to her throat, air grew scarce fast.
“Mmph!”
Ha Yoon slapped his thighs urgently, but Teacher Park grabbed her hair and pistoned wildly instead. The brutal, masturbator-like thrusts made her hands fall limply. Her vision blurred, ears rang, and sounds faded away.
It was a familiar asphyxiation now. Another minute like this, and she’d surely suffocate. But even teetering on the edge of death, Ha Yoon felt no fear. The floating sensation numbed her brain, letting only pleasure through.
A bit more... I want to stay like this. As Ha Yoon’s expression grew hazy and she let go of consciousness—
Spurt—hot cum flooded her mouth. Not satisfied, it bubbled out her nose and lips. The stinging pain of semen in her nostrils snapped her awake, along with the fear of suffocation.
“Kuhk! Gah, guuuuh!!!”
She flailed her limbs wildly, trying to shove off Teacher Park pressing down on her collarbone and shoulders. Their weight difference was nearly double, but with death staring her down, such thoughts didn’t register.
Pure survival instinct unleashed superhuman strength from her body. It wasn’t enough to dislodge him, though. Only after squeezing out the last drop did he finally climb off.
“Phew, the throat always clamps best when you’re a little out of it.”
“Guh, heuk, kuhk, *cough*, haa...!”
As Teacher Park casually said that, Ha Yoon spat out the lingering cum and gulped air desperately. Her heart pounded painfully; the rush of oxygen revived her numbed brain. And with it came all the forgotten pain at once.
“Ah, kyaaah!”
The weight on her collarbone, the hands yanking her head, the cock mercilessly spearing her throat—agony tore through every stimulated spot, bringing tears. Ha Yoon curled up, trembling. But the pain didn’t last.
The knife-like sharpness dulled into creeping pleasure, slithering up her spine. Her well-fucked pussy leaked fluids; her face slackened dreamily. Like she was high on drugs.
No, she actually was. The brain’s own narcotics intoxicated her. Pain turned to pleasure, flooding her with dopamine. Now, instead of screams, sweet moans escaped her.
“Hngh, haaang...”
Not enough, apparently—she slipped both hands between her legs and began stimulating her pussy. Right hand on her clit, left fingers plunging inside.
Stimulating inside and out brought climax swiftly. Ha Yoon curled tighter, hitting a silent peak.
Squirt—watching her squirt, Teacher Park let out a hollow chuckle. She’d been whimpering in pain one moment, then craving cock the next, and now openly masturbating to orgasm.
What a pathetic sight. Yet it stirred a man’s lust. After quenching his thirst with a beer, he approached her again, cock rigid once more.
“Mm...?”
“Putting it in.”
Whispering as he embraced her, still lost in afterglow. Ha Yoon tilted her head, clueless.
She’d figure it out once he was inside. Teacher Park shoved his cock into her pussy alongside her fingers.
“Hngh♡♡”
Startled by the sudden insertion, she threw her head back with a moan. Her fingers slipped out, making it easier to thrust.
Her pussy, clenched tight with knees hugged to her chest, gripped him harder than ever. Teacher Park pried open the resisting walls and slammed to the hilt.
“Haa♡ Ah♡ Aang♡ Ang♡”
Fueled by her unrestrained moans, he pistoned harder. Barely minutes in, he already felt his climax building.
She was that fuckable. Teacher Park scooped her up in a tight embrace. Hoisted while curled, she yelped briefly—then impaled herself fully on his cock by her own weight, squirting wildly.
“Hiiiik♡”
Splash-splash-splash—wet slaps echoed nonstop. Ha Yoon’s mind was frayed from repeated orgasms. Thinking this was the last, Teacher Park thrust with all his might.
“Hup!”
“Haaaaang♡♡♡”
Spurt—who knew how many times today—cum poured into her pussy. Eyes rolling back, body shuddering, Ha Yoon went limp as his softening cock slipped out with a wet pop.
And the overflowing semen dribbled to the floor. Another mess to clean. Teacher Park sighed inwardly at the sight.
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“Haa, ugh...”
After the intense fuck, Ha Yoon clutched her pounding head and groaned. The hangover from vigorous activity while drunk hit late but hard.
“Want some water?”
“Gimme...”
She snatched the proffered water bottle and chugged it. It helped some, but her stomach still felt queasy, head throbbed.
Wait, as a masochist, shouldn’t headaches feel good too? Groaning with her head in her hands for a while, she finally sighed and looked up.
“In the end, the farewell party was just nonstop fucking, and the last day’s over.”
She’d known it’d turn out like this when Teacher Park called it a farewell party, but actually living it left a hollow feeling.
Sexually sated to excess, though. She’d probably go a full day without craving it.
Muttering blankly, Teacher Park beside her spoke curiously.
“Last day’s over? What’re you talking about?”
“What’re you talking about? You’ve already dumped over six loads in me today. Even you can’t keep that up without—”
Ha Yoon trailed off, spotting Teacher Park gulping down something.
“Teacher Park, that’s...”
“Hm? Oh, this? Tonic.”
“I know that, but...”
Why chug five bottles? Staring pointedly, he grinned.
“Farewell party’s just getting started. Of course I need it.”
“Just getting started...? How much more do you plan to—”
“As much as I can. Plus, the guests haven’t arrived yet. Can’t end early.”
Ha Yoon stared at him in disbelief—then her eyes widened.
“Wait, what? Guests? I thought it was just us two?”
“No way. Not like I’m the only one who wants to see you off.”
“You mean...!”
Before she could shout, the door opened. There stood Teacher Gan, smirking with an envelope in hand, and the ever-stoic Teacher Choi.
We’re screwed. Grimacing, Teacher Park clapped her shoulder.
“They’re colleagues too, right? Can’t have a farewell party without them.”
“Exactly, Ha Yoon. Wouldn’t want you feeling left out? We’ll give you the best send-off.”
“Same here. Ha Yoon.”
I don’t need that crap. Ha Yoon sighed as the trainers approached.
It wasn’t long before agonized screams that sounded near-death erupted from Teacher Park’s room.