Chapter 26
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: Service
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“Looks like it's healed up nicely.”
It stings like hell. Ha Yoon winced as the fabric stuck to her skin and peeled away with sticky rips.
The holes Hong Ryeon had poked with her ballpoint pen tip were crusted over, but when rinsed with water, the flesh had filled in cleanly beneath—except for the last deep one she'd jabbed and twisted.
That one would probably take more time to fully heal. Ha Yoon thought so as she wiped the dampened wound dry with a towel, then glanced at her watch.
Over an hour had passed since evening roll call. Considering they usually announced Trainer Duty right away and headed straight there, this was pretty late.
Teacher Choi wasn't the type to go berserk like Teacher Gan... but he'd probably ramp up the intensity a bit more than usual.
Ha Yoon chewed her lip, eyeing her body, which now trembled automatically at the thought.
“It's okay. I'll be with you.”
Kim Seon-ah overlaid her hand on Ha Yoon's shaking one, but Ha Yoon shook her head.
“No, you go back to the dorm. Teacher Choi only called for me.”
Hong Ryeon and Jin Si-won had been right. She'd acted like a sniveling kid in her half-delirious state, but this was something she had to endure alone.
This was the academy, and she was a trainee, like it or not.
But Kim Seon-ah gripped her hand tighter.
“I won't go even if you tell me to. I'm coming with you.”
"Don't be stubborn. This isn't something you can handle with willpower alone."
There was no need to split pain meant for one into two.
No, 'split' might not even be the right word. Teacher Choi handled a variety of tools, after all.
It would just make things harder for both of them. When Ha Yoon said as much, Kim Seon-ah snorted.
"Then knock me down if you want me to leave. Gahk!"
Kim Seon-ah stared up at her in disbelief as Ha Yoon unhesitatingly slammed a fist into her solar plexus.
"Th-that... without even hesitating..."
"I won't apologize. If you come with me, you'll see worse than this."
She knew that much. What state Ha Yoon had ended up in during afternoon training. To stop someone who still wanted to follow despite knowing that, this kind of resolve was necessary.
"Urgh, uwooh!"
"You're getting up from that?!"
But Kim Seon-ah's spirited cry as she forced herself upright made Ha Yoon's voice waver in surprise.
Of course, the spot hurt like mad. Ha Yoon hadn't held back at all—it had been a full-force hit—so standing up required tremendous willpower.
"I told you! I'm not letting you go alone!"
"Don't say stupid things! This isn't something to handle with misplaced pity!"
"I know! That's why I'm going anyway!"
This idiot...! Ha Yoon bit her lip and clenched her fist. She hadn't wanted to go this far, but if the other was this stubborn, she had no choice.
A solid hit to the jaw would keep anyone down, no matter their resolve. Knock her out lightly, dump her in the dorm, and go alone.
"This'll hurt!"
Ha Yoon stepped forward lightly, closing the gap in an instant and throwing a straight punch. But it didn't connect. Instead, hands wrapped around her arm, and suddenly her body floated up.
Before she could react, her vision spun. She braced for the floor, but hands grabbed her collar and set her down gently. Ha Yoon blinked.
"I'm not just weak, you know.”
Kim Seon-ah muttered from her upside-down position. Hair draped over her face like a curtain, letting them see only each other's expressions.
She released the collar and stood. Only then did Ha Yoon's vision clear; she straightened her collar and got up too.
"...Judo?"
"Learned a bit when I was a kid. I was pretty built back then."
That seemed like more than 'a bit.' The fluid, natural movements suggested years of practice.
As Ha Yoon thought that, Kim Seon-ah settled into a proper stance.
"If we keep going, it won't end like before. Now I know you're serious, so I'll get serious too."
"Why go this far, anyway?"
Ha Yoon couldn't understand. Why volunteer for extra suffering?
Her turn would come eventually anyway, without asking for it.
"But you're shaking."
"...This is unavoidable. No matter what I think, my body's reacting on its own."
"Still. I can't send you alone like that."
Ha Yoon grimaced at Kim Seon-ah's words.
"I told you before—I wouldn't help you in the same spot. I'm selfish; I put myself first."
"Doesn't matter. I'm doing this because I want to."
"You know you're a total mystery, right?"
"You've said that a lot too."
Ha Yoon glared at her snappy retorts, face boiling, then whipped around.
"Fine, do what you want. You'll regret it after one round and realize you should've listened. You'll wish you'd gone back when I told you."
"Not at all. I won't think that."
"...You're hopeless. One more hit."
"No violence!"
Ha Yoon ground her teeth as Kim Seon-ah quickly assumed a stance. Hitting her would just lead to another throw like before; she didn't even try. Ha Yoon stomped the floor in frustration before walking off.
Kim Seon-ah followed right away, still on guard for a punch.
“Eek!”
Fine, kick her then. Ha Yoon booted her firm butt; Kim Seon-ah glared back with a hiss.
“Don't like it? Go back.”
“...I'm never going back!”
What a pain with her pointless stubbornness. Ha Yoon shook her head and headed to the admin office where Teacher Choi would be.
Aside from Teacher Gan, who was always holed up in the infirmary, most trainers hung out in the admin office outside of training hours. So Teacher Choi should be there.
Teacher Park probably was too, but he'd likely taken Yoon Se-rin somewhere else. No way they'd be screwing in the office with Teacher Choi around.
“Ah! Haah, huuht...!"
...Or not? Ha Yoon made a dumbfounded face at Yoon Se-rin's moans leaking through the door. Inside, wet flesh-slapping sounds and raw moans kept echoing regardless.
“Uh, uwah...”
Kim Seon-ah covered her flushed face, flustered beyond words. She'd seen and heard worse, yet her reactions never dulled.
Ha Yoon shook her head and flung the door open. The vulgar moans made her tension oddly vanish—no trembling at all.
A wave of sex stench hit her. Yoon Se-rin was face-down on the floor, getting pounded from behind. Teacher Park, gripping her waist and slamming away, looked up curiously at the door's rattle, then at the two standing there.
“Yo, Ha! You're late. But why's Kim Seon-ah with you?”
“H-hello...”
"Hey, hello. But aren't you on duty?"
He kept thrusting through the exchange. Ignoring Yoon Se-rin's beastly wails with her face buried in the floor, Teacher Park drove on as Kim Seon-ah swallowed hard.
“I-I came with her 'cause I was worried about Ha Yoon.”
“Worried about Ha? You?”
Pffft! Teacher Park burst out laughing. Unable to hold back, he smacked Yoon Se-rin's ass—smack, smack!
Hauhk! Yoon Se-rin squirted fluids with each hit. After hours of pounding, even light spanking sparked pleasure.
“No time to worry about others here! Worry about yourself first! Worrying about Ha? That's ridiculous!”
“Enough, Teacher Park. She came to serve, no reason to stop her.”
Ha Yoon stiffened at Teacher Choi's voice, slowly turning her rigid neck. Like last night, he sipped from a paper cup, hollow eyes fixed on her.
“You're late, Ha Yoon.”
“Ugh...”
She'd thought she'd improved, but standing before Teacher Choi made her body quake again. Clutching one arm to steady herself, another voice came.
“Ha Yoon, the trainer's talking to you. You're late.”
“...S-sorry.”
Her voice crawled out. Staring at the floor, trembling, Kim Seon-ah took her shaking hand.
“It's okay. I'll be right here.”
The soft whisper eased her unexpectedly. Not being alone slowed her racing heart.
But this was temporary. Once it really started, both she and Kim Seon-ah would...
“Ha Yoon, come closer.”
“...Yes.”
She released the hand and stepped forward. Kim Seon-ah tried to follow, but Ha Yoon waved her back.
Teacher Choi had called her closer. Kim Seon-ah hadn't been ordered. Acting on her own could mean anything.
Standing before the towering Teacher Choi, his size dwarfed her again. Ha Yoon looked up at his face.
And in that instant, the light vanished.
Eh? A heavy impact crashed into her face. With a thud, her body flew to the floor.
It wasn't the light gone—Teacher Choi's fist had blocked her vision for a moment.
“Ha Yoon!”
“Uwaa, aaaah...”
Ha Yoon clutched her face, eyes wide. But pain barely registered.
“Stand up, Ha Yoon.”
“Urk, ugh...”
She staggered up to find Teacher Choi calmly asking, as if he hadn't swung.
“Why do you think you got hit?”
The shock was too much for tears; Ha Yoon stared blankly before jolting.
“B-because I was late, ahhk!”
Slap!—Her cheek whipped around.
“Just one reason?”
“Didn't answer right away when called! And on duty but brought someone else...!”
At least, those were Ha Yoon's three. Eyes squeezed shut, awaiting response—thankfully no punch came; it seemed correct.
Teacher Choi eyed her squeezed-shut face, then Kim Seon-ah.
“So why'd Kim Seon-ah come?”
"That's..."
"I insisted on coming! Ha Yoon tried to make me go...!"
"Kim Seon-ah. Am I asking you?"
"Eek..."
Under his gaze, Kim Seon-ah clamped her mouth and looked down. Tsk. Ha Yoon flinched at the tongue-click, fearing Kim Seon-ah might get hit too.
"What pointless nonsense."
Teacher Choi muttered, sat back, and told Ha Yoon:
"Ha Yoon, review of afternoon training."
"...Yes?"
"Serve me. Do that, and I'll overlook bringing Kim Seon-ah."
It hadn't ended with the hits? Ha Yoon nearly asked but nodded hastily.
And as she cautiously crawled between Teacher Choi's legs, she realized:
How the hell do you even start 'service'?