Chapter 22
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Sex Education (2)
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"Ugh... Eh..."
When her vision returned, she saw the floor.
She hadn't realized she'd collapsed. Instead of screaming, she mumbled in a dazed voice, drooling profusely. The hem of her clothing she'd been biting had naturally fallen away long ago.
It wasn't hard to figure out what had happened.
She'd been hit, lost consciousness for a split second, and fallen.
Pain beyond the threshold felt numb instead—or so it seemed fortunate for Ha Yoon. Thankfully, she felt no pain.
But the absence of pain didn't mean the impact was gone.
Ha Yoon was unconsciously clutching the spot where she'd been struck. The momentary agony that had slammed into her head had jerked her body.
That split-second shock had knocked her out.
"Get her up."
"Yes."
Teacher Choi nodded toward the only two still standing.
Hong Ryeon and Jin Si-won stepped over the fallen trainees and approached Ha Yoon, each grabbing an arm to lift her. Even as they did, Ha Yoon stared blankly at the floor with a vacant expression.
It was a pitiful sight.
Through the gap in her clothing that hadn't fully slipped off her arm, the bruised area was visible, turning purple. Her half-lidded eyes lacked even focus.
But Teacher Choi bit the fallen hem back into her mouth and swung his fist again.
"Oof—!"
Thud—! With a sound like flesh bursting, light returned to her dazed eyes.
Ha Yoon's eyes widened as her body trembled violently. The pain surging from her stomach instantly scrambled her head.
It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. Only the thought of pain dominated her mind.
Through her teary, blurry vision, something approached again. No need to guess—it was his fist.
Unlike the previous blow to her gut, this one struck right below her solar plexus. Ha Yoon couldn't hold back anymore.
Hurk— The hem fell from her mouth, landing on Teacher Choi's arm. Moments later, she vomited up the surging contents of her stomach.
"Urk—"
Plop, plop. What she'd spewed poured onto the fabric draped over his arm.
Mushy remnants of fruit dissolved in stomach acid. They were so distinctly shaped anyone could tell at a glance they were apple pieces.
We're screwed. Jin Si-won inwardly smacked her forehead upon realizing Ha Yoon was the culprit too late. Teacher Choi stared at it calmly before slowly withdrawing his arm and saying,
"All of you, stand."
At that single command, all the trainees who hadn't been hit by Teacher Choi yet—except Kim Seon-ah—struggled to their feet one by one, coughing and sprawled out.
The only one unable to stand on her own was Ha Yoon, held up by Jin Si-won and Hong Ryeon gripping her arms.
"Ah... Aaaah..."
"Both of you, let go. Make her stand on her own."
"Understood."
At Teacher Choi's words, they released her hands. Naturally, Ha Yoon lacked even the strength to stand on two feet and crashed straight to the floor. Thud. Pain wracked her whole body, but she didn't have the energy to scream. Only the agony persisted.
As Ha Yoon trembled intermittently, Teacher Choi lifted his foot and stomped on her head.
"Trainee Ha Yoon."
"Ugh... Aak!"
"When the trainer calls, you answer. Isn't that the rule?"
"Y-yes! Yes—!"
Under the crushing pressure threatening to smash her skull, Ha Yoon squeezed her eyes shut and screamed. Seemingly satisfied with her hoarse cry, Teacher Choi eased off his foot and said,
"Why did you throw away trash?"
"It was a mistake! I didn't mean to throw it aw— Aak!"
"Lying. I'll give you one more chance. Why did you throw away trash?"
"Habit! It was a habit! I didn't do it on purpose! Please stop! I told y— Aak!"
Another press drew a scream from Ha Yoon as she grabbed his ankle.
Of course, it didn't budge him. As she gasped and sobbed, tears streaming, Teacher Choi asked again.
"Why didn't you come out when I told you to?"
"Better than getting singled out as the culprit and beaten worse! That's why! Ack!"
"What a trash mindset."
She meant getting punished alone hurt too much, so it was less painful if everyone got it together.
Of course, Teacher Choi wasn't surprised.
He'd worked alongside Ha Yoon as a fellow trainer for the past four years and had a good read on her character long ago.
Besides, he'd claimed the apple seed was picked up off the ground, but he'd been right below when Ha Yoon tossed the half-eaten apple core out the window.
So he'd known the culprit from the start. Muttering as much, Teacher Choi shoved Ha Yoon's head away with his foot.
"Ugh... Hn..."
Ignoring Ha Yoon as she clutched the stomped spot with trembling hands and sobbed, Teacher Choi addressed the trainees.
"For this afternoon's session, everyone will train with rotors inserted. Except for Trainee Ha Yoon, who'll get special treatment. Any objections?"
How could they argue with a trainer? Aside from Ha Yoon clutching her head and sniffling, all the trainees stayed silent.
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"Hngh... Hak..."
"Ack, shit..."
Vrrr— Vibrations hummed alongside the trainees' moans echoing everywhere.
Anyone would groan with a ping-pong-ball-sized rotor vibrating intensely inside them.
Some trainees, with shallow erogenous zones, climaxed frequently from the vibrations.
Han Su-ah was one. The rotor buzzing strongly in her pussy had already brought her to her fourth orgasm.
"Hnnngh...!"
She buried her face in her arms to stifle her moan, but the spot where she'd sat was soaked with overflowing juices.
The sticky sensation felt like sitting in shallow water. She cursed inwardly.
Still, Han Su-ah thought this was mild compared to others.
A glance sideways revealed someone breathing raggedly through a clogged nose.
Her eyes were covered by a black blindfold, her mouth sealed with a ball gag.
Earplugs blocked all sound, and her arms were bound behind the chair, immobile. Her legs went without saying.
But what drew the eye most was the distinct outline bulging on Ha Yoon's abdomen. A massive dildo was buried in her pussy—one prominent enough to show through her skin.
And it vibrated relentlessly. The type that stimulated her clit too, so Ha Yoon's pleasure must be double—no, more.
"―――!"
A muffled scream that wasn't quite words echoed lowly. The ball gag prevented any real sound.
Han Su-ah inwardly clicked her tongue and looked away.
Serves her right for not living a little more obediently. She might pity another trainee, but not Ha Yoon—no sympathy stirred.
If anything, it felt satisfying. How much hell had that bitch put them through today alone?
'Ah, here it comes again...'
Hnnngh. Han Su-ah curled up as much as possible to suppress her moan.
Anyway, Ha Yoon needed a harsh lesson to come to her senses...
And as Han Su-ah wished, Ha Yoon flailed in ecstasy without regaining any sense.
The blindfold kept her blind, earplugs deafened her, and the gag silenced her screams.
Suffocation, fear, terror, pleasure, pain.
Emotions and sensations swirled chaotically. She couldn't even tell if she was sitting or standing anymore.
No, there was one thing she knew: the dildo buried deep in her pussy, pressing and rumbling.
It mercilessly teased her clit too. She'd climaxed so many times she lost count.
Or was she climaxing right now? She couldn't grasp reality anymore.
How much time had passed? What day was it? Who was she? Nothing came to mind.
The violent pleasure from below paralyzed her brain.
Am I turning into an idiot? Or maybe I already am. She thought that just as—
Her head yanked back, and blinding light flooded her vision. Blinking hazily, she lifted her head to see something swaying before her.
Looking closer, it seemed like a hand. Her eyes sluggishly followed it, then it vanished.
No, don't go—take me out too. Tears welled in Ha Yoon's eyes.
Then the earplugs came off, restoring sound.
Vrrr— Vibrations buzzed everywhere. Ha Yoon blinked at the man before her.
A large, stoic build. Who was he again? As she wondered, the ball gag slipped from her mouth.
"Haaang... Ahng... Hnnghaaa..."
Weak moans spilled out. Was that my voice? So feminine and seductive.
My voice was much thicker... Amid the memory fog, Teacher Choi dragged her bound chair forward.
Screech— The jolt thrust the dildo deeper, stimulating her insides. Ha Yoon climaxed weakly, squirting juices. Ignoring it, Teacher Choi pulled out his cock and brought it near her face.
"Now, when a man shoves his dick in your face like this, what do you do?"
"Serve it with utmost sincerity."
The trainees answered in strained voices, holding back pleasure. But one couldn't. Teacher Choi looked down at Ha Yoon.
"Trainee Ha Yoon, what do you do?"
"Hnn... Hick..."
What was it again? Panting from the pleasure below, lost in thought, her vision vanished.
Panicking, she looked around blindly when the voice came again.
"Trainee Ha Yoon, what do you do?"
"Ah... Uh...!"
Terror of returning to that void if she didn't answer made Ha Yoon roll her eyes under the blindfold, desperately thinking.
But her pleasure-soaked brain couldn't recall it quickly. Sound faded. She knew only that she was screaming.
Shaking her head frantically, something brushed her cheek. Hot flesh. Emitting a musky, addictive scent.
Ha Yoon froze briefly before recalling the question and frantically licked it. Clumsy tongue work, but sensations returned as if correct.
Vision restored, she saw herself tongue extended, lapping at the cock.
"Correct."
Teacher Choi stroked her head approvingly.