Chapter 16
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: 4P (4)
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Teacher Choi faithfully kept his word.
Ha Yoon, who had climaxed three times in a row, clung desperately to her flickering consciousness and barely managed to catch her breath.
Her body, hypersensitive from the repeated orgasms, surged with pleasure again just from savoring the lingering afterglow.
"Nngh, ahh..."
It was mild compared to the squirting climaxes, but even that was enough to shatter her mind. As she curled up, panting heavily, Teacher Choi began fumbling with his pants.
Ha Yoon stared at it with her flushed face.
It was utterly despairing. She'd already cum so many times, yet Teacher Choi was only just getting started. How much more insane pleasure would she have to endure before this ended? With that thought, she turned her head away.
There was a grandfather clock near the door in the administrative office. She didn't know how old it was, but it had a vintage feel, covered in the patina of years. And it was just striking 10 o'clock.
All that chaos, and it was only 10? Ha Yoon couldn't hold back her bitter laugh. But it quickly turned into a moan.
"Aahn..."
Squelch—the massive pressure of insertion burrowed slowly deeper inside.
As if savoring the sensation of her pussy, it slid in gently and stayed perfectly still even after burying itself to the hilt.
But that alone left Ha Yoon utterly defenseless. The waves of pleasure from simply accepting his cock into her loosened pussy made it impossible to think.
Was a woman's body this easy to conquer? Ha Yoon closed her eyes as Teacher Choi's face drew near again.
Smack—their lips met, tongues intertwining in another deep kiss. The difference this time? His cock was already sheathed inside her. Just that one change made it a world apart from their previous kisses, pleasure piercing straight through her mind.
"Mmngh, hngh...!"
Ah, here it comes again. Ha Yoon's knees clenched together in a shallow climax, but Teacher Choi's hand stopped her. Then, he began to move his hips slowly.
"Ahng, ahk, hah, aaang..."
Compared to Teacher Park or Teacher Gan, his strokes were turtle-slow, but Ha Yoon couldn't hold back her moans.
Unlike with those two, her body was already so aroused that even the slightest motion brought overwhelming ecstasy.
Watching that, even Teacher Park—who treated trainees like mere objects—couldn't hide his shock. Sure, the trainees he fucked eventually ended up like that too, but none started out moaning like this from the get-go.
With his brute-force stamina approach, they had no choice but to feel it to survive. And this was Teacher Choi's first time fucking a trainee, so the surprise was natural.
"Tch, I could do that much too..."
Teacher Gan muttered something from the side, but he ignored it.
After a long kiss, Teacher Choi pulled back and gazed down at Ha Yoon's dazed face. He'd already achieved his goal just by twisting her prim expression into something so lewd, but he didn't stop. He reached down and touched her clit.
"Haik! Wait, hnggh?!"
The reaction was immediate. Pressing and circling it made Ha Yoon's head whip side to side, her body twitching. What if he pinched it? Her rock-hard, erect clit clamped between his fingers elicited a squeal as her hips bucked, soaking her lower body.
"Ahk, ah, hek, heeeek?!"
Teacher Choi pressed down again and rubbed rapidly as Ha Yoon gasped in choked moans like a drowning woman.
She clawed at her hair and screamed.
"C-cumming, I'm cumming already! Stop, pleeease!"
Pleasure beyond her limits felt like agony. Ha Yoon wept amid her shrieks. But his fingers didn't stop tormenting her swollen, hypersensitive clit. She climaxed again under the scorching touch.
"Hiiik――――――"
Her head thrown back in a guttural roar, pain and bliss intertwined on her face.
That was Teacher Choi's favorite sight in a woman—the writhing desperation when pleasure tipped into torment. He gripped her floating hips and slammed upward powerfully. She'd peaked weakly, but this time, it didn't end there.
"Ah, ack, ahng, hik, hiiik, kyaaak..."
Thud—thud—he pounded as if trying to batter her womb with his final thrusts. Ha Yoon moaned powerlessly, her eyes unfocused. The previous orgasm had completely shattered her awareness.
Regardless, Teacher Choi unleashed everything inside her. Gushing semen filled her pussy to overflowing, spilling onto the floor. Only after squeezing out the last drop did he finally withdraw.
It's over... As his cock slipped free, Ha Yoon thought unconsciously.
But then a violently thick intruder forced its way in, and her eyes flew wide at the uninvited guest.
"How could I hold back watching that?"
"W-wait—kghik...!"
Ha Yoon squeezed her eyes shut, moaning at the massive pressure invading her depths.
The grandfather clock still showed less than a day had passed.
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'Ahng, ahk, no more, haaang, hik...'
Hong Ryeon opened her eyes at the faint moans filtering through the door.
When had she fallen asleep? There was no way to tell time here, of course. But it had clearly been a while. She tapped her cheeks to shake off the drowsiness.
Meanwhile, Ha Yoon's moans continued nonstop from inside. The seductive screams made her wonder if this was the same growling voice from earlier.
'You've finally realized it. No one here escapes becoming a sex slave.'
Not because they wanted to, but because the environment forced it. Hong Ryeon clenched her fist.
But alongside that thought, curiosity gnawed at her about what was happening inside. Usually, it was just one at a time, but Ha Yoon was facing all three on her first day.
She knew curiosity killed the cat, so she tried to ignore it. But after surviving over five months in this body, she couldn't shake it off easily.
"...Just a peek. Only a little."
Muttering to herself like a promise, Hong Ryeon cautiously cracked open the door. Not much—just enough to glimpse inside. Applying gentle pressure, it inched open bit by bit.
Even careful as she was, it made some noise, but Ha Yoon's loud moans drowned it out unnoticed.
As soon as the gap widened, the thick scent of sex hit her, and Hong Ryeon felt her pussy growing wet. What a cursed body. A smell that would normally make her wrinkle her nose in disgust was arousing her instead.
Forcing down the urge to touch herself, she peered in. Four naked bodies—two men and two women—were entangled in a frenzy.
Straddling one man below, shaking her hips; sucking another man's cock; stroking a third with her hand. So that's how it's done. Hong Ryeon stared blankly, swallowing hard.
She should close the door now that she'd seen, and wait like before. But for some reason, she kept watching the ongoing orgy.
No, she knew exactly why she couldn't look away.
It had been nearly half a year in this academy. Half a year was plenty of time to change anyone, no matter how they started. Even she, who had faced Ha Yoon with such dignity, was no different from a sex slave now.
"Ha, haa..."
Watching Ha Yoon pant, Hong Ryeon tremblingly slid her hand to her own pussy. It was dripping so much it stained the floor—a bitch in heat through and through.
'Come to think of it, I haven't hit today's masturbation quota...'
Normally, she'd do it quietly after roll call, away from the other trainees' eyes. But Ha Yoon's drama had prevented it.
So masturbating here isn't weird. Rationalizing it, Hong Ryeon began rubbing her pussy. She clamped her mouth shut to stifle any accidental moans.
"Hngh, ahng, hiit..."
"Nng... mmph..."
Her soft moans trailed faintly after Ha Yoon's booming cries. She stopped rubbing the top and carefully inserted a finger. Her pussy could take cocks bigger than her fist, but masturbation still terrified her with even fingers.
Even after five months, she stuck to rotors on her clit or one or two careful fingers—no vibrators.
Thrusting two fingers like usual, wet squelches echoed softly down the hall. But Hong Ryeon didn't care about the noise, lost in her frenzy while watching Ha Yoon get gangbanged mercilessly.
"Mmngh, serves you right, hngghut..."
Her face flushed red as her hair, she sped up her fingers. Inside, Ha Yoon's group was accelerating too as ejaculation neared—one by one intensifying their hip shakes.
Grabbing her head to deepthroat; gripping hips to yank against the womb. At the forceful sight, Hong Ryeon's moans quickened.
As semen began splattering over Ha Yoon's face, she climaxed.
"Hmp...!"
Hong Ryeon curled forward, muffling her cry. Once the afterglow faded, she blankly lifted her masturbating hand.
It glistened slick with juices—far more than her usual damp fingers; her whole hand was drenched.
"Oh, has it gotten this late already?"
Staring dazedly, Teacher Park's voice jolted her. She slammed the door shut.
Of course, without making a sound. Leaning against the wall to calm her pounding heart, the door rattled open.
The three trainers filed out, but Teacher Park addressed Hong Ryeon first.
"Hong Ryeon! You're still up."
"Yes."
"We're heading to bed now, but Ha's still inside. Take her to wash up and tuck her in. Got it?"
"Understood."
"And what's this water on the floor? Clean it up too."
"...Yes."
She replied, hiding her face as best she could. Once the trainers were gone, Hong Ryeon sighed and looked inside. As she'd glimpsed earlier, it was a total mess.
The floor soaked in fluids, Ha Yoon sprawled in the middle, breathing raggedly—not a pristine sight herself. And she had to clean it all alone? She'd expected it, but it felt daunting.
Hong Ryeon let out a sigh.