Chapter 29
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Long Night
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Slap! Ha Yoon snapped back to consciousness from the sharp pain of the slap across her cheek, lifting her head with a dazed look in her eyes.
"Are you awake now?"
"...Teacher Gan."
Of all the people to see the moment she opened her eyes. This was bad news. Ha Yoon thought that as she glanced around.
Sure enough, it was the infirmary. Wondering if Teacher Choi was here too, she scanned the room, but instead of him, she spotted Jin Si-won huddled in the corner, trembling uncontrollably.
Her face and body were covered in bruises, evidence of the ordeal she'd endured. Of course, it was nothing compared to what was coming for Ha Yoon. She gritted her teeth and muttered.
"What happens to me now?"
"What do you mean? You just take your punishment and that's it."
"Even after stabbing a trainer?"
"You didn't kill him, did you?"
Teacher Gan said that as he wheeled over a cart on wheels.
Everything on it looked like adult toys. Ha Yoon figured he'd torment her with those, her eyes flicking toward them, when Teacher Gan smirked.
"What, scared already?"
"Shut up."
"Not denying it, huh? I might not be as good as Teacher Choi, but punishment's my specialty too, you know."
"Specialty my ass, you premature little— Agh!"
"Acting like you've got nothing to lose. Provoke me all you want; you know all you'll get is pain."
Damn bastard. Ha Yoon glared at him with blazing eyes, but there was nothing more she could do.
Now she realized it: she was tied to the bed. Her arms stretched above her head, legs splayed wide in an M-shape, leaving her most private parts fully exposed. But more than shame, fear welled up inside her.
'Damn it, I knew what I was doing. Don't chicken out now, you idiot.'
Ha Yoon steadied herself with deep breaths. This was the best way to separate that idiot Kim Seon-ah from her. ...Was it really the best? Regret crept in too late; the deed was done.
Now she had to brace for the pain. With that thought, she asked Teacher Gan.
"What happened to Teacher Choi?"
"Why didn't you stab him just 1cm deeper? His guts would've been blown wide open."
"Get to the point."
"He's fine. Though he'll need a day to recover."
Damn, even after stabbing him with all her strength, just a day?
"...And Kim Seon-ah?"
"Come to think of it, she came in injured too. We just bandaged her up and sent her back. Can't wrap my head around it. Why'd you stab her?"
"...Shut up and do your job."
"Haha... This isn't the time to play tough. Whatever. Trainees fight sometimes if they don't get along."
Teacher Gan picked up something from the tray as he spoke. A brush with a white feather attached.
Ha Yoon stared at it incredulously.
"What the hell is that? Gonna tickle me?"
"No need to go hard right away. It's a long night, after all."
"Sorry to disappoint. I'm not ticklish— Eek?"
She exhaled involuntarily at the poke on her stomach. The feather's tip wasn't sharp enough to hurt, just a prickling sensation, but something felt off.
Teacher Gan chuckled.
"Not ticklish, huh...? Wonder if you'll say that after ten minutes."
"W-Wait. Something's weird— Hnng?"
Without waiting, the feather glided softly over her skin, circling her navel in wide loops before delicately teasing the slight dip. Ha Yoon twitched with each movement, biting her lip hard.
It was different. There was a ticklish feeling, sure, but something more—a deeper stimulation. Just a feather on skin? Even as she wondered, the brush kept moving.
From her navel, it traced straight up her stomach to her breasts, brushing them delicately like painting. The pink nipples atop those full mounds were circled and poked repeatedly with the tip.
"Haa... Hn..."
Alternating between them, her breaths grew hot before long. Each pass of the brush made her skin hypersensitive.
Like frustrated arousal, a needy itch building from the endless teasing sensation.
But Teacher Gan, unsatisfied, moved from her breasts back down to her stomach, then veered sideways to her side.
"Kyaha!"
This time, Ha Yoon couldn't hold back.
Not the frustrated kind, but pure, genuine tickling. Clear laughter burst out, but her mind was going mad.
How could being forced to laugh when she didn't want to feel good? She twisted her body instinctively to escape the brush, giggling uncontrollably.
But bound as she was, she couldn't get far.
"Kyahaha! Hn, hihi! Hyaak! Stop, hiit, stop—!"
"Not even ten minutes yet. Don't be such a drama queen."
"Stop, hahaha! Please stop, ahaha!"
Tears streamed down her face as she laughed. But he'd only just started on her sides.
Teacher Gan stood the feather upright, scraping up her side to her underarm for a full assault.
"Ahaha! Ahng, hahat! Haha, stop, hahat, stop...!"
Her voice was a mix of laughter and screams. Teacher Gan paused the brush there.
"Hiii... Hii, huuu..."
Finally, she could breathe. Tears poured down, her mouth frozen in a grin—facial muscles locked rigid.
She thought the tickling was over.
"What, relaxing already? We haven't even started."
"Y-You... Hn, you..."
Her face paled as he brought another feathered brush.
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Twenty minutes later, the tickling was done, but Ha Yoon panted raggedly through a strained smile.
No, it wasn't a smile. Her laughing face had frozen in spasms.
The bed was soaked with sweat, urine, and other fluids. Her overstimulated skin glowed red and sensitive, and the ropes had chafed her skin bloody from thrashing.
But that pain barely registered compared to Teacher Choi's dual-brush twenty minutes.
As she dazedly caught her breath, Teacher Gan rotated his sore wrists.
"Whew. Giving punishment is work too."
His technique was amateur compared to Teacher Choi's. But unlike him, he wasn't alone.
"Jin Si-won, come here."
"Y-Yes..."
Jin Si-won, who'd been watching Ha Yoon pitifully from the bed's corner, startled and approached.
Gone was her usual boldness; this submissive demeanor felt alien, but Ha Yoon lacked the energy to react.
"You know how to use this, right?"
He handed her a vibrator. Why give it to her? As she wondered, Teacher Gan smiled.
"You're lovers with Shin So-hyeon, aren't you?"
"...Yes."
It wasn't a secret, so him knowing wasn't surprising. But bringing it up here? No good vibes.
As Jin Si-won looked anxious, he patted her shoulder reassuringly.
"Make Ha Yoon cum hard with it. Like you do with Shin So-hyeon."
"...Understood."
She desperately wanted to ask why her, but defying would just repeat her pre-Ha Yoon suffering. Clutching the vibrator, she approached the bound girl.
She'd fantasized about bedding Ha Yoon, but not like this. Guilt-ridden, Jin Si-won whispered.
"Sorry. I know you understand—it's something I can't refuse."
Ha Yoon didn't respond. Taking that as agreement, Jin Si-won turned it on low. The buzzing device hovered near Ha Yoon's soaked pussy—perfectly wet for it.
She glided it up and down softly; the dazed Ha Yoon twitched again.
"Hnng, hnn...!"
Unlike before, hoarse moans. Ha Yoon clamped her mouth shut, but her exhausted body couldn't suppress them.
Jin Si-won watched her face, pinching a perky nipple atop her breast.
"Haang!"
A moan escaped; Ha Yoon's face flushed crimson, glaring. Jin Si-won mouthed 'sorry' but kept teasing—twisting, squeezing, tugging like playing with a toy.
Moans poured from Ha Yoon nonstop.
"Hnnng, hik, nipples, stop— Hii...!"
She begged like a plea, but Jin Si-won glanced at Teacher Gan and shook her head. Faking it would bring worse.
Ha Yoon knew too, but amid gasping pleasure, rational thought fled. She just blurted whatever.
Jin Si-won kept pinching and pulling, then leaned down to suckle.
"Hnn?!"
Ha Yoon jolted at the sudden bite. Undeterred, Jin Si-won lavished her breast with her tongue.
With the vibrator buzzing at her pussy and sucking at her breast, climax rushed in fast.
"C-Coming, nnngh, coming, aaah...!"
At the muffled cry, Jin Si-won released her breast, straddled Ha Yoon, and turned to face her pussy.
She pinned the quivering clit and cranked the vibrator to max, pressing it down hard.
"Kkuuuuuu―?!"
Ha Yoon's eyes flew wide at the max-intensity assault on her clit mid-climax.
She knew instinctively: not a normal orgasm—a massive wave incoming.
And it hit. Pshh—pleasure exploded.
"――――――――――!!!"
With a beastly howl from Ha Yoon, a gushing squirt sprayed out.
Jin Si-won atop her rocked from the thrashing, but she gritted her teeth, staying put and keeping the vibrator pressed.
Even post-climax, pleasure hammered her brain. It wouldn't end. She kept cumming.
Ha Yoon gasped and shook her head wildly.
Please, stop—I'll die if it keeps going—
"―Guh."
A final yelp, eyes rolled back. Temporary blackout.
But her orgasming body kept convulsing, spraying fluids everywhere.