Chapter 27
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Service (2)
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Though I'd said it countless times before, Teacher Park and Ha Yoon weren't fundamentally different people at their core.
The only differences were that Ha Yoon didn't have quite as excessive stamina as Teacher Park, and she was even more violently inclined than him.
That meant she'd only ever roughed up the trainees on her own whim, never actually experiencing anything from them in return.
She'd treated them like living fleshlights—warm, tight onaholes that weren't truly alive. So it was only natural.
That was why she couldn't immediately grasp what "service" entailed when the word was uttered.
Seeing Ha Yoon sweating bullets and floundering helplessly, a deep sigh settled over her head.
She flinched at the reaction, and Teacher Choi grabbed her by the hair, saying,
"You're a trainee who needs a lot of hand-holding from one to ten."
"S-Sorry...!"
"I'll guide you this time, so figure it out yourself from now on."
With that, he guided her gripped head toward his crotch.
Ha Yoon's eyes darted around in panic at the bulging pants, but the hand clutching her hair didn't budge an inch.
With no choice, she cautiously reached out to undo Teacher Choi's pants.
Then the hand gripping her hair shook her again.
"Ack!"
"Who told you to use your hands?"
"Sorry...!"
"Use your mouth. No hands."
How the hell was she supposed to do that with just her mouth?
Ha Yoon wanted to vent her frustration, but she knew it would only bring punishment, so she swallowed her tears and blindly pressed her face close to Teacher Choi's crotch.
It was obviously blocked by thick fabric, yet as her face drew near, an indescribable smell assaulted her nose.
A scent similar to the one that had covered her body last night.
Meaning... it didn't feel purely repulsive, like a cock should have.
Ha Yoon wanted to gag at the horrifying realization, but she clenched her trembling jaw and bit down on the zipper in front of her.
The metallic taste spread across her tongue.
She squeezed her eyes shut and slowly pulled her head back.
With a ziiip—the pants opened, and the foul smell grew even stronger.
And when it was fully down, something sprang out like it had been unleashed.
"Eek!"
It felt like being smacked by a hot slab of meat.
Ha Yoon rubbed her struck forehead, then gasped at the sight of the exposed cock, sucking in a breath.
She'd seen it countless times before, but this was the first time she'd properly seen one stone-cold sober.
'Was a cock always this vicious-looking?'
The bulging veins throbbing red, the way it twitched—it felt like a living creature.
She tried to recall if her own had looked like this, but strangely, she couldn't picture her old equipment clearly.
Even though it'd only been two days since she'd last seen it.
That was how shocking it was to have another man's cock right in front of her face.
As the stunned Ha Yoon blinked without making a move, Teacher Choi's hand moved again.
"Don't just sit there—do what you were taught."
"Urk...!"
In an instant, her face was ground against the cock, making the distance between them seem like a joke.
'So pungent...!'
It was like having hot, reeking meat smeared mercilessly across her face.
Her body heaved repeatedly as if she couldn't endure it, but Teacher Choi planted his foot on her shoulder to pin her down.
Now it wasn't just the cock—the weight of his leg crushing her shoulder doubled her agony.
Ha Yoon reached up with a twisted face to support the leg pressing on her shoulder. Pointless, of course.
"I-I'll do it. I won't dodge, so please move your leg... urgh...!"
"Trainee Ha Yoon. Haven't I told you this over and over?"
His form of address had shifted back to what it was during afternoon training.
Teacher Choi looked down at her impassively and said,
"I'm the trainer. You're the trainee. And trainees must obey the trainer's words absolutely—without question or backtalk."
In short: shut up and suck the cock.
What a vile bastard.
Ha Yoon exhaled heavily, glancing sidelong at the cock scorching her cheek.
She was supposed to put that in her mouth.
It was an object she'd had in her mouth multiple times already, but always force-fed in a drunken stupor.
This time, though, she had to do it sober, of her own will.
No escaping it.
Ha Yoon exhaled sharply, squeezed her eyes shut,
and turned her head to press her lips against it.
It wasn't as horrific as she'd feared.
With her eyes closed, the sensation on her lips felt no different from touching the back of her hand or her arm.
But the smell invading her nostrils told a different story, making it hard to keep her eyes shut tight.
Still, she had to push through.
If she didn't do it right, Kim Seon-ah watching from behind would suffer too.
She finally opened her eyes, taking in the sight of her own lips against the cock.
Her breath caught, her chest tightening.
Even more pathetic: she didn't have time to wallow in that misery.
"At this rate, we won't finish even if the sun comes up."
At Teacher Choi's bored mutter, Ha Yoon immediately stuck out her tongue and licked the shaft.
And she ignored every sensation from her mouth as best she could.
The taste, the texture... she tried not to register any of it.
Thanks to that effort, the area she licked gradually expanded.
From the skin-contacting underside of the shaft to twisting her head and lapping the other side.
A huge improvement from the start.
But Ha Yoon knew this wouldn't cut it.
It would never end like this.
No matter how much she licked the shaft, a man wouldn't cum from that.
Most of a man's sensitive spots were elsewhere.
Ha Yoon retracted her aching tongue from all the licking and tilted her head back.
There, unlike the shaft, was the bright red glans, resembling a plum.
The man's primary erogenous zone.
Without stimulating this, climax was impossible.
Ha Yoon looked up at Teacher Choi.
His impassive gaze showed no arousal from her caresses so far.
It felt like silent reproach—is that all you've got?—so she averted her eyes.
But the cock was still right there.
She stared at the heavily engorged glans, squeezed her eyes shut, opened her mouth wide, and took it in.
Just the glans filled her mouth completely.
It felt overwhelming; she tried to pull back, but her head wouldn't move.
No need to explain—Teacher Choi was pressing down.
He held her head firm to prevent escape and said,
"Don't just hold still—use your tongue. Surely you've sucked on candy as a kid."
I was the type to crunch candy from a young age.
Ha Yoon thought that as she considered biting down on the glans like hard candy.
But the backlash would be unbearable, so she couldn't.
Instead, she tried her best to do as he said, imagining kids lapping at lollipops.
"Don't lick just one spot—roll your tongue around... yeah, like that..."
Following Teacher Choi's occasional instructions, she stimulated the glans inside her mouth, and even he couldn't hold back a small groan.
If she admitted to feeling a strange sense of accomplishment from that, she'd be called insane.
Ha Yoon hid the fleeting emotion and focused harder on licking the glans.
She was starting to get the hang of it.
She could even tell which spots elicited bigger reactions.
Like points on a map.
But hammering one spot didn't keep the reactions coming.
She had to alternate across multiple areas for bigger responses when hitting the points.
Still, it only drew short groans—no sign of him losing control.
Even after more than ten minutes of this.
Her jaw and tongue ached now.
She couldn't stop, so with a tearful grimace, she kept repeating the motions when Teacher Choi's voice rang out.
"Trainee Ha Yoon, what do you do when stimulating a man like this still won't make him cum?"
"Mmph...?"
"Recall what Baek So-ra said during afternoon training."
What had Baek So-ra said?
Ha Yoon racked her hazy memory at Teacher Choi's words.
Back then, everything but her pussy sensations had been numbed, and she'd been tormented senseless afterward—memories were foggy.
Ah, right—there was a brief moment when sensations returned, and they'd talked.
About making a man cum without hands.
But even strongly stimulating the glans as instructed hadn't brought him close; barely maintaining erection.
What was the other method...?
As she pondered, her face paled.
She remembered.
Grabbing the man's head herself and begging him to use her mouth like an onahole.
That was Baek So-ra's other method.
But how could she debase herself like that?
To Teacher Choi, no less—with Kim Seon-ah watching!
Absolutely impossible.
No matter how far things had gone, begging a man to use her mouth like an onahole?
Ha Yoon sped up her glans-licking instead.
She'd make him cum herself before resorting to that.
But it didn't last.
Her ragged breaths halted it.
Her jaw and tongue were at their limit—not from fear, but accumulated fatigue; they trembled uncontrollably.
"Giving up?"
"Ugh..."
"Then, as we discussed, I'll have to punish Kim Seon-ah for following you."
"No!"
Teacher Choi shoved Ha Yoon's head away and stood up.
Kim Seon-ah let out a squeak at the sight of his rigidly erect cock swinging as he approached, stumbling back before steeling herself, lips pressed tight, staring him down.
It was her choice to come here.
No matter what happened, she couldn't burden Ha Yoon.
Kim Seon-ah thought that as she stared straight at the hand reaching for her.
And Teacher Choi's hand never reached her.
"...What do you think you're doing?"
"W-Wait. Just a moment..."
Ha Yoon, clutching his ankle, panted as she slowly lifted her head.
Then she grabbed her own hair with both hands and said,
"P-Please... use my mouth like an onahole..."
With that, Ha Yoon stuck out her tongue and opened wide.
Teacher Choi smirked in satisfaction at the sight.