Chapter 28
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: Service (3)
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Ha Yoon stared at Teacher Choi with terrified eyes as he strode toward her.
An onahole declaration? She had no desire to do something so degrading. Why choose an option that would only bring her suffering? But if she refused, Teacher Choi would surely subject Kim Seon-ah to even harsher training than what he'd inflicted on her.
Just ignore it, then. Like always, like she'd always preached, she could brush off someone else's pain and look out for her own survival.
At least this wouldn't end right away, but she could've rested while Kim Seon-ah suffered. So why was she doing this?
Ha Yoon questioned her own actions as she looked up at the approaching Teacher Choi. His cock, heaving and asserting its presence, filled her with nothing but dread.
"Trainee Ha Yoon. Say it again."
"...Please treat my mouth like an onahole."
"Good girl. If you can't do it yourself, asking a man for help is one valid method."
Teacher Choi gently stroked Ha Yoon's head. The large, thick hand felt surprisingly reassuring as it caressed her hair, but knowing it could yank her head at any moment kept her from relaxing.
And that thought proved spot-on as searing pain tore through her scalp moments later. With her hair gripped tightly, Ha Yoon squeezed her eyes shut and helplessly accepted the cock invading her mouth.
"Urk!"
"Relax your throat as much as possible. It'll hurt later if you don't."
Easier said than done. Tears welled in Ha Yoon's eyes as she tried to obey, fighting the brutal sensation forcing its way down her throat. But no matter her efforts, her instincts rebelled against the intruder.
Blocked at her throat, Teacher Choi stepped forward and thrust harder. With a squelching stretch, the cock pushed past and drove deeper.
"Eugh!"
The massive size compressed her airway, making breathing difficult, but Teacher Choi didn't stop. Only when she'd swallowed it to the hilt, her face buried against his crotch, did he finally pause.
Ha Yoon slapped desperately at his thighs with her hands. Leaning back as she was, she couldn't shift her kneeling legs or stand. Her only escape was if he pulled back.
But that wasn't happening. He seized her flailing hands and crushed them in his grip. As her fingers screamed under the pressure, her eyes widened and she gasped raggedly.
"Eek, heuk!!!"
"Don't resist. Does an onahole squirm around?"
"Kgh, heup! Oek!"
Without mercy, he grabbed her head and began shaking it. Treating her like a true sex toy, he pistoned relentlessly. Kim Seon-ah gasped and rushed toward him.
"S-stop! If you keep going, Ha Yoon might—Ack…?"
Wait, why can't I see the floor? Before the question formed, she slammed into it. Kim Seon-ah tried to push herself up on trembling arms, then felt something rolling in her mouth.
She spat it out—two bloody teeth clattered to the ground.
"A-aaa…"
Only then did she realize she'd been hit, clutching her swelling cheek. Teacher Choi, who'd backhanded her full-force with his balled fist, continued using Ha Yoon's mouth like an onahole, his voice calm and unaroused.
"Stay put. I don't need you interfering. I'll train you slowly all night if I have to."
"Urk, kgh, hook…"
He stabbed mercilessly at her throat, leaving Ha Yoon struggling desperately for air. He gave no respite, yanking and shaking her head nonstop. Her face drained from flushed to ghostly pale.
Her consciousness blurred; she only felt the thing thrusting in and out of her throat.
Her frantic hands went limp, dragging across the floor. Without his grip on her head, she'd have collapsed face-first already.
Teacher Choi sensed she was at her limit and stopped holding back. He rammed deep into her throat and came.
"Here it comes."
Gurgle, gurgle. The pulsing cock filled her esophagus, pumping semen straight into her stomach without passing her mouth. Ha Yoon retched harshly, her belly bloating.
Only after the endless release did the cock finally slide free.
"Cough, hack, urk…"
Ha Yoon gulped air frantically but couldn't hold back the vomit. Teacher Choi's load mixed with stomach acid and soiled the floor. A semen puddle formed in seconds. Teacher Choi grimaced.
"Who told you to puke up my cum?"
"Eek! S-sorry, urk…!"
He didn't even let her finish apologizing before shoving her face into the puddle. Splatter! Fluids splashed her body, but he growled at her.
"Clean it up with your mouth. Every drop."
His vise on her hands buried in the floor screamed he'd drown her if she didn't. Barely free of one blockage, now suffocating in semen—Ha Yoon could only lick obediently at the mess she'd made.
"Urk…!"
The fluids coating her tongue were revolting, like lapping up rotten, jellied sludge. Tears streamed down, indistinguishable from the semen.
After slurps and gags, the puddle shrank. When it was impossible to tell if she was licking floor or cum, Teacher Choi yanked her head up.
"What a mess."
Dust and semen crusted her face. Predictable after the face-plant, but he scowled and turned to Kim Seon-ah, still trembling prone.
"Kim Seon-ah, over here."
"Y-yes…"
Ha Yoon stared blankly at the approaching Kim Seon-ah. She looked just as wretched: one cheek bruised purple and swollen, bloodstains vivid around her mouth.
This was why she'd tried to stop her from coming along. Ha Yoon shed silent tears.
"You can at least clean a cock, right?"
"I-I'll do it…"
Kim Seon-ah swallowed hard and knelt. She gingerly grasped the still-rigid cock and slowly engulfed it from the tip.
Experienced as expected, far smoother than Ha Yoon.
"Chup, slurp, smooch…"
"Hmmm…"
Not even fast, but the gentle sucking and tongue work drew an involuntary groan from Teacher Choi.
"Definitely suits someone who arrived a month later."
"Slurp, thank you, lick, sir, haup…"
Responding perfectly mid-blowjob impressed him greatly.
Of course, her meddling with Ha Yoon made early release tricky, but training would fix that.
"Enough. That's good."
"Smooch… Yes, sir…"
His gentle push made her suck it to the end.
With Ha Yoon's fluids cleaned off, Teacher Choi looked satisfied.
"Now clean Ha Yoon's face. Can't use her like that."
"Understood."
Kim Seon-ah eyed Ha Yoon staring vacantly up at her. Dried flakes and smears coated her face.
A shower would be proper, but that's not what he wanted. She had to use saliva and tongue instead.
"Ha Yoon, bear with it even if it's gross."
Kim Seon-ah hesitated, then stuck out her saliva-drenched tongue and began licking Ha Yoon's face. From the side, it looked like animals grooming each other.
The crusted semen softened easily, and she licked diligently with a straight face. Ha Yoon blinked up at her.
Why was this girl going so far for her?
Even saints ignored their own pain, let alone others'. Especially unsolvable suffering—it only added victims.
Yet Kim Seon-ah persisted. Despite getting punched for intervening, losing teeth and forced into cleanup fellatio, now licking filth off her face.
Does she think she's Jesus reincarnated? As Kim Seon-ah reached her mouth, Ha Yoon caught her lapping tongue between her lips.
"H-Ha Yoon?"
Kim Seon-ah called in lisping panic. Ha Yoon released her slowly, innocently.
Her gaze faltered briefly, but she finished the job.
"Done."
Kim Seon-ah glanced at Ha Yoon, curiosity about the kiss plain on her face.
But even if asked, Ha Yoon had no answer. Pure impulse—no reason.
Still, she knew what to do next.
"Time to move. Ha Yoon, Kim Seon-ah. Follow me."
"Yes, sir."
"...Yes."
As Teacher Choi stood, Kim Seon-ah glanced at Ha Yoon and followed.
Ha Yoon rose too, but hung back, watching.
Teacher Park was still toying with the fainted Yoon Se-rin. Confirming that, she swiftly scanned Teacher Choi's desk, then hurried after them out of the office.
"Hey, Kim Seon-ah."
Once far enough from the office, Ha Yoon whispered.
"Don't interfere with me anymore."
"Huh? What do you—?"
She clamped Kim Seon-ah's mouth and stabbed her abdomen with scissors from the desk. Squish—the blade sank deep. Kim Seon-ah's eyes flew wide.
Not fatal. She'd heal by morning. But enough to keep her down now.
"Why… why…"
"I told you. No meddling here."
She wouldn't listen otherwise. Ha Yoon pulled the scissors free, watching her crumple, then turned to Teacher Choi walking ahead.
Luckily, he hadn't noticed. She raised the bloody scissors and charged.
If not for the grabbing hand.
"D-don't. You'll get in huge trouble…"
"We're already in huge trouble."
She'd already stabbed a fellow trainee—mid-duty, not even secretly.
"I-I can play it off fine…"
"Idiot. Stop the blood first."
Ha Yoon shook off her grip and glared.
"And quit helping people. This isn't society, handing out gold stars for good deeds."
Especially not helping trash like her.
Ha Yoon muttered and dashed silently at Teacher Choi.
Honestly, she didn't get her own feelings. Stepping up over a bit of kindness? No one had ever done that for her.
Side effect of the syndrome?
Ha Yoon pondered as she lunged, scissors thrusting.
"Teacher Choi—!"
He whipped around at her shout, but she was faster.
Squish—the scissors buried deep, visibly mortal for any normal person.
Just twist for massive bleeding—even he couldn't stand.
'Why's the world spinning?'
Before confusion hit, she tumbled. Too late, she realized his counterattack.
"Guess a day or two of training doesn't erase that nature."
She heard Teacher Choi—no, Choi Gun-il—mutter through ragged breaths as darkness claimed her.
Fuck you, Teacher Choi. Ha Yoon smirked faintly and blacked out.