Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Trainer Duty
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Before the bell announcing roll call rang out, the trainees had already gathered in front of the dormitory.
Just like when Ha Yoon and Kim Seon-ah first arrived, they were lined up in a row against the corridor wall. The difference this time was that those two were among them as well.
Kim Seon-ah glanced over the other lined-up trainees before turning her head and whispering to Ha Yoon.
"But what do they do during roll call?"
"They check if there are any sick bitches or not. And they assign Trainer Duty too."
"Trainer Duty...? Like some kind of cleaning duty?"
"You catch on quick. It's exactly what it sounds like—the duty of cleaning up the cum inside the trainers' cocks all nice and neat during the night."
"Ew..."
Kim Seon-ah made a disgusted face, but honestly, that was the expression she wanted to make.
'Damn it, I forgot about Trainer Duty.'
Hong Ryeon saying she'd lose her virginity tonight in the indoor training hall was probably code for getting assigned to Trainer Duty.
Then again, compared to getting tormented during the daily routine, starting after everything wrapped up at night was even more drawn-out and agonizing.
As Ha Yoon chewed her lip, trembling with anxiety, the bell for roll call rang out. Exactly nine chimes echoed through the air, and far off in the distance, Hong Ryeon was approaching. Judging by the direction, she was coming from the administrative office where the trainers usually hung out.
In one hand, she held a wooden board with the roll call sheet attached. Standing before the lined-up trainees, she raised her pen and said in a low voice.
"Anyone sick? If not, stay quiet."
As she said, no one stepped forward.
It was only natural, really. If you were sick, they'd send you to the infirmary—where that psycho Teacher Gan was waiting. Sure, he'd treat you and fuck you, but anyone would rather tough out the pain than spend time with that bastard who hit as hard as he healed.
Hong Ryeon glanced at the silent trainees, scribbled something on the sheet, and spoke again.
"Anyone absent."
Of course there wouldn't be. Even a day at the academy—let alone a month—taught you not to give the trainers any openings.
So there was no way anyone would be missing during roll call. The moment Ha Yoon thought that, Ryu Jin-ah piped up.
"Those bitches aren't here? You know, the crazy ones doing their lovey-dovey crap."
"What?"
Ha Yoon instinctively craned her neck to scan the trainees and realized the two she'd bumped into earlier—Jin Si-won and Shin So-hyeon—were missing. She let out a hollow chuckle.
Didn't these idiots say they'd been here for two months already?
"Crazy bitches."
Hong Ryeon seemed to think the same, smirking faintly as she started filling out the sheet.
"Sorry—!"
From the far end of the opposite corridor, Shin So-hyeon came sprinting in, disheveled and yelling. Trailing her at a leisurely jog was Jin Si-won.
Hong Ryeon paused her pen and turned to look at them.
"Too bad. A little later and you'd have had a nice, long chat with the trainers."
"Huff, huff... Sorry..."
"Told you not to be late..."
"Whose fault is this?"
Shin So-hyeon whipped her head around and glared at Jin Si-won, who innocently looked away.
"Save the lovers' quarrel for after roll call."
"It's not like that!"
"If you're gonna talk like that, wipe off what's dripping down your crotch first."
"Huh?"
At Hong Ryeon's words, Shin So-hyeon looked down between her legs.
Seeing the thick fluid trickling down her thigh, her face instantly flushed crimson as she stammered.
"Th-this isn't...! Ugh!"
"Ow! Why'd you hit me?!"
"Shut up! You deserve it! Ack!"
Shin So-hyeon vented her embarrassment by punching at Jin Si-won, but a sudden smack to her back sent her stumbling forward.
Luckily someone caught her so she didn't fall, but the stinging pain in her back brought tears to her eyes as she whipped her head around.
"That hurt...! Ouch..."
"Get back in line. Both of you."
"Yes, ma'am..."
But Hong Ryeon's sharp glare and steely voice cowed them into submission, and they averted their eyes.
"We're all in the same boat, so go easy."
Of course, the unflappable Jin Si-won breezed past with her usual cool tone.
Hong Ryeon stared at her retreating back with a look of disbelief before shaking her head.
"Fucking idiots..."
Same boat, my ass. Hong Ryeon noted no incidents on the sheet and addressed the trainees.
"Tonight's Trainer Duty is..."
Here it comes. Ha Yoon swallowed hard, listening intently.
Was it that bastard Teacher Gan? Or Teacher Park? Please not Teacher Choi. She had no real history with him. Actually, maybe Choi would be better. At least he was cleaner than the other two psychos.
But Hong Ryeon's next words were unexpected.
"None."
"Phew..."
"We can sleep easy tonight..."
Sighs of relief and sniffles rose from all around—clearly, a lot of them had been through hell lately.
But Ha Yoon couldn't relax. No Trainer Duty at all? That didn't add up.
At minimum, one—especially that fucker Teacher Park—would've signed up for sure. No one at all?
As she sensed something off, her eyes met Hong Ryeon's. Who was smirking, lips curled up.
She's smiling? Anxiety surged as Hong Ryeon spoke.
"Roll call's over. Crawl into your bunks and sleep, eat each other out, whatever. Oh, and Ha Yoon—follow me."
"Fuck."
We're screwed. Ha Yoon twisted her face in dread.
The place Hong Ryeon led her to was the administrative office.
It might seem excessive to have an office for trainers who did nothing but beat and fuck trainees all day, but they were technically civil servants under the state. They diligently filed daily paperwork and academy status reports.
Of course, most of it was half-assed bullshit scribbled on a whim.
Anyway, that wasn't the point. The office was usually just for trainers, so it wasn't hard to guess what it meant for a trainee to be summoned here.
Ha Yoon glared at the firmly shut door before asking Hong Ryeon.
"How many?"
"Three."
"Fuck, all of them."
Teacher Gan and Teacher Park too. That explained why they hadn't fucked her right away.
Especially that bastard Park—he'd pounded countless trainees today without cumming once.
Saving it all for this moment. Ha Yoon ground her teeth and muttered.
"Should I just rip their dicks off and die?"
Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. They'd expect her to resist fiercely. But she wasn't about to spread her legs willingly either.
Plus, not one but three of them? Talk about going all out.
As she stewed on that, the door slid open with a rattle. Hong Ryeon, still pushing it, turned to Ha Yoon.
"Go in."
"...Real hospitable, holding the door and all."
"No reason not to be nice on a night like this, right?"
Fucking bitch. Should've crushed her spirit back then. Ha Yoon glared fiercely, but it probably just looked like a kitten hissing.
Hong Ryeon let out a chuckle.
"Who'd have imagined Teacher Ha ending up like this? Let alone coming back to Hope Education Academy?"
Thinking back, Teacher Ha had been a real sadist. Teacher Gan at least had reasons to hit; Ha just swung because he was bored.
After beating the shit out of someone, he'd whip it out and pound away—fuck, beat, repeat—leaving the trainee broken in body and soul, no matter who they were.
Wish the graduates who'd left could see this. Hong Ryeon muttered that before telling Ha Yoon.
"Guess gods do exist after all. Seeing you like this proves it."
"Shut your trap. Unless you wanna see blood."
"Blood? Whose? Oh, the blood from between your legs?"
"You...! Gah—"
Ha Yoon lunged at Hong Ryeon's mocking tone but took a kick to the gut from her straight leg, staggering back.
"Still think you're Ha Seung-jin? You're just Ha Yoon now—a flesh toilet. Same as all the ones you used to crush."
A pitiful woman about to suffer the same fate.
Hong Ryeon muttered bitterly before grabbing Ha Yoon's hair with her usual sharp glare.
"Ack!"
"So when the sun rises tomorrow, I hope you're a new person."
With that, she shoved Ha Yoon through the open door. Ha Yoon tumbled helplessly across the office floor as the door slammed shut behind her.
Fucking bitch with some nerve. Groaning, Ha Yoon pushed herself up—and locked eyes with the three trainers seated around the table.
Teacher Park spoke first.
"Flashy entrance there, Ha."
"Shut up... You think I wanted this?"
"How's it feel? Spending a day as a trainee. Getting beat by the ones you used to teach?"
Ha Yoon ignored Teacher Gan, flipping him off instead. He hadn't expected an answer anyway, just smirking as he sipped from his paper cup.
No point in sharing "feelings" anyway—it'd all boil down to "fucking awful."
"Sit down, Teacher Ha. Let's chat over coffee."
At Teacher Choi's heavy voice, Ha Yoon exhaled sharply.
"Chat my ass, you fucking pricks. Think I don't know you called me here to fuck me? No one even signed up for Trainer Duty!"
"What, you thought we called you for a friendly hangout? Obviously to fuck you."
"Fuck, then why all three of you?!"
Ha Yoon had figured it'd be one at a time. They usually played solo or, at most, Park did 3Ps—but never all three together. This was bullshit.
"You psychos been plotting this from the start?!"
"Don't say shit people might misunderstand. Where else you gonna find guys as pussy-obsessed as us? But think about it, Ha."
"About what?"
Teacher Park said seriously.
"If you were in our shoes, and someone like you showed up as a trainee—wouldn't you fuck her?"
"Fuck yeah, I'd fuck her. That even a question?"
"Exactly! But it's not just one guy here who wants that—it's three. We thought about taking turns, one a day, but fuck waiting that long."
Then he spread his arms wide.
"So! We decided to all do it together. Sounds good to you, right?"
"You crazy fucks!"
Good idea my ass!