Chapter 17
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Day 2 at the Hope Education Academy
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“Ah, aaah…”
I gripped her slender waist and thrust my hips hard. The pink hair of the woman beneath me swayed, making my eyes spin.
Who was this again? I couldn’t remember, but the soft flesh wrapping around my cock felt pretty damn good. The moans she let out in that seductive way were top-tier, even compared to all the others I’d fucked so far.
As I thought that, I released my grip on her waist and pulled her into an embrace from behind. Her small frame felt delicate in my arms, but her massive breasts overflowed in my hands.
I squeezed them hard and bit into her neck. Her already ragged moans grew even louder. Hearing that made my hips move faster on their own.
“Aaah…!”
I slammed into her with a wet smack and came deep inside. The trembling in my arms felt so endearing that I found myself speaking without thinking.
“Hey, what’s your name… Huh?”
Something was off. Was my voice always this thin? As that thought crossed my mind, a strange heat suddenly rose from my lower abdomen. It spread through my whole body without fading, and my eyes closed.
“Ah, aaah…”
My body rocked, pleasure surging through me. Unlike when I was holding a woman, this was a violent, pounding ecstasy. I jolted my eyes open to see a familiar face.
“T-Trainer Park? Why are you—ahk!”
“Ha, you’ve turned into quite the hot piece now that you’re afflicted!”
I didn’t even have time to ask what the hell that meant. Before I could gasp in shock at the sight of us having sex, the cock buried inside me slid out with a squelch.
The dragging sensation of flesh pulling away made my body shudder, but then it slammed back in with a thud, and my consciousness flickered for a moment.
“Senior Ha, you look pretty ridiculous like that.”
“T-Trainer Gan, you bastard—khek!”
Trainer Park’s face had somehow become Trainer Gan’s. He gripped my throat and rhythmically drove his hips forward. Heaving, choking groans escaped my lips.
The voice coming out of me was so frail—and familiar.
Right, it was the voice of the woman I’d been pounding. Was this my voice? What the hell was happening?
Before I could dwell on it, the cock stirring inside me grew thicker. The hand around my neck thickened too, its grip strengthening.
I couldn’t breathe. I slapped at the hand choking me and cried out desperately in my weakened voice.
“S-Save…”
“Trainer Ha, let me teach you a woman’s pleasure.”
I didn’t need that crap. I wanted to scream at Trainer Choi’s gruff voice, but even breathing was a struggle.
Squelch—squelch—the thrusting sounds echoed, then his hips slammed hard against me. I vividly felt the hot rush of semen battering my insides.
What… what the hell had happened to me? Froth bubbled from my mouth as my eyes rolled back, and I blacked out.
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Ha Yoon slowly opened her eyes. The soft breathing sounds—suuu, suuu—coming from all around suggested this was the dormitory.
Had those guys carried her here? No, that didn’t make sense. Even when she’d been a trainer, cleanup was always left to the trainees. Since Hong Ryeon had been waiting outside the door, she must have been the one who brought her back.
Thinking that, Ha Yoon tried to sit up and winced. Her lower abdomen ached, and her whole body throbbed like she’d been beaten black and blue. That it had stopped there was a miracle of recovery.
A normal woman would’ve been bedridden for days after last night. Ha Yoon hugged her aching body and grimaced.
She’d expected it, but getting fucked by a man made it real—she was a TS victim now. And midway through, she’d even writhed in pleasure. Trainer Choi’s skill was good, sure, but that wasn’t the point.
In the end, she’d become just like all those bitches she’d ignored until now. Self-loathing made her shiver. Then she heard a rustle beside her.
No, she’d been there the whole time; Ha Yoon had just noticed now. Startled, she whipped her head around to see Hong Ryeon sitting cross-legged with an impassive face.
“Why so jumpy? Like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“...Why are you here?”
“Your voice is shot. Happens to everyone after their first time.”
Rather than answering, Hong Ryeon pointed out her raspy throat while twirling her loose hair around her finger.
“So, how was it? Your first day as a trainee instead of a trainer?”
“You mocking me right now?”
“What, you think I’m asking to console you?”
Ha Yoon ground her teeth at the incredulous stare. She wanted to slap that face, but in her current state, even lifting a finger would just get her countered easily.
So instead, she turned her head and went silent. Hong Ryeon snorted as if she’d expected it.
“Acting like that doesn’t mean I don’t know. Your pride’s fucked, your gut hurts, tears well up for no reason… all sorts of shit, but everyone thinks the same at first.”
Ah, it’s really over for me, and such.
Ha Yoon clamped her mouth shut at the somehow bitter tone. Hong Ryeon continued, eyeing her.
“I did, Baek So-ra did, Ryu Jin-ah did, all the others too. And you’re doing it now.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point?”
Hong Ryeon tilted her head at the stifled voice. Ha Yoon looked up, glaring venomously.
“Stop beating around the bush and spit it out.”
You haven’t lost that wild streak even after ending up like this.
Hong Ryeon blinked, thinking that.
“Point? None, really. Just felt like saying it.”
“Bullshit. What, you want an apology now? Or for me to finally understand and sympathize with your plight?”
Ha Yoon scoffed.
“Don’t talk crap. What did I do wrong to you subhumans? I just did my job. And added a little personal flair!”
“Keep it down. It’s not wake-up time yet; everyone’s sleeping.”
Too late, probably. The even breathing had quieted, replaced by the feel of ears perking up.
Hong Ryeon glanced around before telling Ha Yoon.
“And what good would an apology from you do? You’re not even the one I wanted it from.”
“What?”
“The one I wanted to apologize was Ha Seung-jin, the male trainer at Hope Education Academy. Not Ha Yoon, the fellow victim.”
“What the…!”
“You haven’t forgotten what you said to me, have you?”
Ha Yoon shut her mouth at Hong Ryeon’s words. It wasn’t just to her. It was what she’d said to every trainee who’d passed through her hands here.
“No matter what you were outside, the moment you step in here, you’re just a sex slave. Nothing else.”
Ha Yoon gripped the blanket hard as Hong Ryeon’s quiet voice echoed. Right, that’s what she’d said. She’d never imagined it bouncing back at her. Hong Ryeon stood, watching Ha Yoon swallow her rage in silence.
“Your body’s not fully healed yet, so sleep. I’ll tell them not to wake you till morning roll call.”
“...”
“Oh, and remember training really starts tomorrow. Might wanna brace yourself.”
With that taunt, Hong Ryeon returned to her spot and lay down like nothing happened.
The innocent blanket tore under Ha Yoon’s hands—or tried to, but her weakened strength couldn’t manage it.
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Despite the unnecessary courtesy of not waking her till morning roll call, Ha Yoon couldn’t sleep. How could she after that? Fuming and clutching the blanket, she finally dragged herself up at the wake-up chime.
The trainees stirred one by one, rubbing their eyes and sluggishly tidying their bunks like reservists reporting for redraft. She’d never been in a dorm this early, so the sight was new.
As she straightened her bunk, Kim Seon-ah sidled up hesitantly.
“Ha Yoon… you okay?”
“Does it look like I am to you?”
Dark circles from exhaustion, raspy voice, skin mottled with kiss marks.
“No…”
“Then shut the fuck up.”
“Yes, ma’am…”
Kim Seon-ah slunk back at the snarl.
“Looks like you had a group session with the trainers last night, huh?”
Ha Yoon ignored Jin Si-won’s snickering from next door, lips pressed tight. She didn’t like any of these bitches.
After bunks and a quick wash-up, it was morning roll call.
Hong Ryeon, holding the roster, called out flatly.
“Anyone sick?”
Eyes turned to Ha Yoon. Her face flushed crimson as she barked.
“What’re you staring at, you fucking bitches?! Turn those eyes away!”
“Don’t raise your voice this early. It hurts my ears.”
Hong Ryeon jotted on the roster amid Ha Yoon’s grumbling: Sick, none.
Roll call done, it was breakfast. If you could call it that: half an apple, one banana, white milk.
“Fuck, they call this food?”
“That’s rich coming from you.”
“Shut up.”
Ha Yoon snapped at Jin Si-won and bit into the apple irritably.
Oddly, an amount that wouldn’t have registered as a man now left her stuffed. Weird, but considering her size, not impossible.
After breakfast and a short break, the bell rang for morning drills.
As before, Trainer Park led PT. Despite yesterday’s marathon, he greeted them brightly, no sign of fatigue.
“Sleep well, everyone? They say beauties are sleepyheads—guess you all qualify!”
Ha Yoon ground her teeth at his booming laugh. Undeterred, Trainer Park shouted.
“Alright, let’s run hard today too!”