Chapter 13
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: 4P
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Ha Yoon glared at the trainers, huffing and puffing.
"You think I'm just gonna let you fuck me without a fight?!"
"So what are you gonna do about it? Try running away?"
Teacher Gan fiddled with his empty paper cup, chuckling as if something amusing had crossed his mind.
"Go ahead and run, then. Hong Ryeon's waiting out front, but I'll tell her not to stop you. So if you wanna go, get going."
"You fucking bastard...!"
"Why the cursing? I'm saying we won't even chase you if you run."
Ha Yoon ground her teeth, glaring daggers at Teacher Gan.
He crumpled the paper cup with a smile still on his face and tossed it like he was shooting a basketball. Naturally, she wasn't going to let it hit her. She swatted it away with her clenched fist, and his voice rang out.
"You know it too, Senior Ha. Once you're in here, there's only two ways out."
Complete your half-year of training and graduate as a fully broken sex slave, or leave in a body bag.
Ha Yoon knew that all too well. But that didn't mean she was willing to just roll over and obey them.
Her eyes quickly scanned the room. Then she spotted a baseball bat hanging on the wall. She didn't even stop to wonder if something like that had always been in the office. She yanked it free in a flash, gripped it with both hands, and pointed it at the trainers.
"Nah, there's a third way. Kill all you bastards right here and go live in some remote mountain village where no one shows up."
Ha Yoon spoke, feeling the cold metal handle. Teacher Park clicked his tongue and wagged his finger side to side.
"Miss Ha, living in the mountains ain't no joke. Even those nature hermits you see on TV studied for years before heading out."
"Shut the fuck up, you idiot! That's not the point right now!"
Ha Yoon bellowed at Teacher Park's nonsense, her eyes blazing as she glared at the trainers.
Realistically speaking, her odds of winning were next to zero. Even in her original body, taking on just Teacher Park would've been a challenge.
Let alone now, shrunken to 150cm with two soccer balls strapped to her chest—wielding a single baseball bat wasn't going to let her take down three grown men.
What Ha Yoon was aiming for had only been one thing from the start. Even if she was done for, she'd take at least one of them down with her.
'Especially that bastard Teacher Gan. He's gotta go.'
Teacher Park and Teacher Choi weren't the types to get too physical. Teacher Choi might be a bit rougher, but Teacher Gan—that fucker had a doctor's license and always hit the spots that hurt like hell without causing serious injury.
Even masochists lost their minds for a while after a session with him. To survive the next half-year at the academy unscathed, he had to be dealt with.
As she thought that, Teacher Gan spoke in surprise.
"You're moving exactly as predicted, without missing a beat."
"...What the hell are you talking about?"
Teacher Gan pulled something from his pocket. A black switch with an antenna.
"I mean this."
He aimed it at Ha Yoon and pressed down hard.
"Urghhh—!"
At the same moment, Ha Yoon let out a strangled scream as her body began to convulse. Electricity from the baseball bat surged through her hands gripping the handle.
She wanted to hurl the bat away, but her cramping muscles wouldn't let go.
Even as her hair stood on end and her eyes rolled back, Teacher Gan spoke calmly.
"I figured you'd grab that one, Senior Ha. We left it there on purpose for you to take."
"Eeek...!"
"What was that? Can't hear you—speak clearly."
Teacher Gan chuckled.
"Well, that should do it."
He released the switch, and Ha Yoon's trembling body collapsed like a puppet with cut strings. The bat clattered loudly to the floor.
Her tensed muscles finally relaxed, and the ones controlling her bladder failed too.
A yellow puddle slowly spread from her lower body. Teacher Park pinched his nose.
"Miss Ha, this ain't the bathroom. Piss in the toilet next time!"
"Guh... guh—"
Ha Yoon just twitched intermittently, gasping like she couldn't breathe.
The shock had lasted only an instant, but it felt like hours of electrocution.
Drooling blankly on her stomach, she felt her scalp yanked back.
"Teacher Gan, you sure you didn't fry her brain?"
"Her body's not so fragile that a little current would break it. Just temporary shock."
"Yeah? Come on, Miss Ha, snap out of it."
The slaps on her cheek brought her blurry vision back into focus.
Ha Yoon stared at Teacher Park with unfocused eyes and mumbled.
"P-Park... Teacher..."
"Oh, there we go. Feeling better now?"
"You... fucking..."
"Cursing already? Looks like you're all there."
Teacher Park stood up from his squat, and naturally, Ha Yoon's gaze rose with him.
Her neck felt like it might snap from the pain as she flailed her arms and mumbled.
"L-Let... go... hurts..."
"What? Can't hear you."
"It hurts... ugh... ugh..."
You fucking prick. She wanted to scream it, but reality wasn't so kind. Ha Yoon was dragged by her hair across the floor to the table where the other trainers sat, then dumped unceremoniously on top.
Seeing her boxy uniform's hem soaked through, Teacher Park lifted her sprawled arms above her head.
"Alright, let's have our Ha Yoon do a little 'raise your hands'?"
"What's that supposed to mean? Creepy as hell."
"Saw this kindergarten teacher's vlog lately—her speech patterns were hilarious."
Teacher Gan shook his head in disgust at Teacher Park's giggling as he stripped her clothes off. Ha Yoon could only watch powerlessly.
Once the single layer covering her body was peeled away, her naked form was exposed. Even lying down, her firm, buoyant breasts didn't flatten, paired with her slender waist. Teacher Park whistled in admiration.
"Saw 'em in class too, but damn, her waist is tiny compared to those tits. Look, I can almost wrap my hands around it. Still can't believe you ended up like this, Miss Ha."
"Ugh... ugh...!"
Teacher Park kneaded her waist with his hands, then moved to her breasts and did the same.
Each time, Ha Yoon flinched and let out stifled breaths.
'Damn it, damn it!'
Her mind was fully clear now. She felt every stroke on her waist, every grope of her breasts. The sensations were so revolting she wanted to bite her tongue and die.
But the aftereffects of the shock left her unable even to twitch a finger. No strength at all—how was she supposed to move? All she could do was watch as her breasts deformed like dough in his hands, then sprang back.
"So, as promised, I go first?"
"Be my guest."
Having toyed with her breasts to his heart's content, Teacher Park spoke in a delighted voice.
Damn it, Park first? Ha Yoon looked up at him in dismay. He seemed so thrilled even unbuckling his belt buzzed with excitement.
How big was that guy's dick again? They'd wrecked a trainee together once, but she couldn't recall seeing it. Not that surprising—no one stares at another guy's junk during a 3P.
By then, he was ready, his stiff cock springing out. But even seeing it, Ha Yoon wasn't sure if it was big or small.
Before it entered her, though, it was laid across her lower abdomen, and terror hit her.
'Th-that thing's going all the way in here?!'
The tip barely missed her navel. And the problem was, Teacher Park hadn't pressed it flush against her—he'd just dropped it there, so there was still slack.
In other words, if he shoved it all in... Ha Yoon's face drained of color at the thought.
Even knowing TS victims' bodies were tougher and healed faster than normal women's, stuffing that in would surely reach her heart.
Logically, she knew it wouldn't happen. But with it right there, logic flew out the window, drowned in fear.
"W-Wait a sec."
"Huh? What's up, Miss Ha?"
Ha Yoon spoke in a trembling voice to Teacher Park, who was rubbing his fully erect cock against her entrance.
"I-It's my first time. No juices yet—if you shove that in now, I'll die for sure. So just g-give me a minute—"
"Pfft—haha! Miss Ha, that was kinda funny!"
"...What?"
Teacher Park burst into booming laughter.
"Guess you forgot since you graduated a while back. We don't give a shit about that stuff, you know!"
"W-Wait, Teacher Park! Hey! Park Jin-won, you son of a—kkk!"
"Relax, you're clenching so hard the tip might pop!"
How the hell am I supposed to relax?! Ha Yoon screamed, her body rigid as his massive cock forced its way into her pussy.
It hurt worse than Teacher Gan's beatings. Flesh tearing, no pause—it just kept plunging deeper.
Even annoyed at the resistance, he thrust back and forth roughly, like a battering ram pounding a gate.
Ha Yoon could almost imagine what it felt like to be stabbed with a knife. She shook her head against the pain, grabbed Teacher Park's arm gripping her waist with her flushed face, and yelled.
"Pull... hup... out now...!"
"You know the rules, Miss Ha. I don't stop till I bust once."
"Bullshit—hwaaak!"
Fresh agony pierced deep, drawing tears and another scream from Ha Yoon. Undeterred, Teacher Park shouted cheerfully.
"Only halfway in—hang in there!"
Only half?! As Ha Yoon's eyes bulged in horror at that insane fact, trying to shout something—
Rough hands seized her jaw, snapping her mouth shut.
"Your mouth's got uses besides screaming."
"...!"
Teacher Gan gripped her jaw tight and whispered in her ear.
It sounded like the devil's tongue.