Chapter 39
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: Pet (5)
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Drip, drip. The sound of water droplets hitting the floor echoed without cease. Ryu Jin-ah, lying prone, glanced around the dormitory and let out a deep sigh for no good reason.
“Feels kinda weird being the center of attention like this.”
“What’s the big deal? Everyone’s just bored with nothing to do, so they’re watching.”
Baek So-ra was right. Lunchtime had ended, but afternoon activities were on hold due to Teacher Choi’s injury. In an academy where there wasn’t much else to do without assigned tasks, the Hong Ryeon crew’s antics were basically free entertainment.
Excluding Kim Seon-ah, who had vanished right after lunch, all the trainees remained in the dormitory. Some watched with amused expressions, others with a hint of pity.
Of course, most looked entertained. It was Ha Yoon getting it, after all—who wouldn’t find that fun? Ryu Jin-ah thought as much while whispering into her ear from her prone position.
“You okay?”
“Hah... hah...!”
She didn’t even have the breath to answer. Tears streamed endlessly from her shaking eyes. Hong Ryeon had warned that if she collapsed, Baek So-ra would be piled on top, so the moment Ha Yoon buckled, she was yanked upright, and the two were loaded onto her back.
Ryu Jin-ah sprawled across her back hugging her, with Baek So-ra sitting on top. The weight pressing down on her knees and elbows was incomparably brutal compared to before.
The pain was the same. Even screaming felt impossible. Her mind went blank with agony, sensation fading from her limbs bit by bit. Tears flowed automatically, soaking the floor, but even blinking was a struggle.
They called it a pressure form, right? Like stacking heavy stones on a criminal’s knees and thighs—Ha Yoon had to endure the weight of two people solely with her joints. She wanted to topple sideways, but she couldn’t afford to.
“What’s with all the shaking? You’re like some busted massage chair.”
Yoon Se-rin giggled as she grabbed Ha Yoon’s trembling body. Not to support her, just to keep her from falling. Han Su-ah stood on the other side doing the same.
Hong Ryeon hadn’t ordered them to. They’d always resented Ha Yoon anyway, so they’d volunteered to help torment her.
Thanks to that, Ha Yoon couldn’t fall forward, sideways, or anywhere. With her limbs bound, supporting herself on her joints, she couldn’t even fold them to collapse.
So until they let her go—or her bones shattered—she was stuck like this, no escape.
Ha Yoon let out a sob-like gasp and pleaded toward Hong Ryeon.
“It hurts... hng... it hurts so much...! Please stop, please just stop...!”
“You talked back, so that’s one extra minute.”
“It huuurts...!”
Ha Yoon thrashed wildly like she was kicking in frustration. Every twist sent excruciating pain shooting through the parts touching the floor, but staying still hurt just as bad.
“Whoa.”
Baek So-ra muttered indifferently amid the violent shaking. Ryu Jin-ah sighed deeply and tightened her arms around Ha Yoon’s body. As Yoon Se-rin and Han Su-ah joined in, the struggling was quickly subdued.
Ha Yoon wailed and screamed curses.
“You fucking bitch! Just hit me instead! Hit meee!”
“Why should I?”
“Please, please stop this and just beat me...!”
If it was beatings, there’d at least be breaks in between. The hitter’s stamina wasn’t infinite. But this? Just bearing the weight inflicted constant torment. No respite from the pain at all.
Ha Yoon felt like she was going insane. If she could rest even a little, just a tiny bit—how wonderful that would be. The pain never dulled. If anything, it intensified over time, introducing fresh waves of agony.
“Please... please... pleeease... aaah...!”
Ha Yoon slammed her forehead against the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Her mind teetered on the brink. Now it felt like needles stabbing into her marrow, piercing her brain sharply.
“...Sigh.”
“Siwon-ah?”
Jin Si-won couldn’t stand watching Ha Yoon suffer any longer and stood up. Shin So-hyeon, beside her, called out curiously, but she waved it off and approached Hong Ryeon.
As Jin Si-won drew near, Hong Ryeon—who’d already turned to look—spoke up.
“What?”
“Isn’t that punishment enough already? Why not give her a break?”
“...A break?”
Hong Ryeon’s face twisted in disbelief. Jin Si-won knew it sounded ridiculous, but a promise was a promise.
“If you wanna drag out the torment, you need to pace it. Keep piling on pain like that nonstop, and she’ll break completely—become useless way too soon.”
“Pacing, huh...”
Hong Ryeon pondered briefly, then addressed the two on Ha Yoon’s back.
“Ryu Jin-ah, Baek So-ra. Both of you, get down.”
“Okay.”
“Ugh, thought my back was gonna snap...”
Baek So-ra hopped off lightly, and Ryu Jin-ah patted her waist while rising. She’d been carrying Baek So-ra too, so fatigue had built up considerably.
Not that it compared to Ha Yoon at the bottom, of course. The instant the weight lifted from her back, she collapsed sideways, body shuddering violently.
“Agh... uwaaa...”
It had only been about five minutes, but it felt like an hour. Ha Yoon’s face paled blue, her elbows and knees numb.
Ignoring her, Hong Ryeon stared piercingly at Jin Si-won and said,
“So, Kim Seon-ah asked you to do this?”
“...Haha, what’re you suddenly on about with Kim Seon-ah?”
“You wouldn’t step up out of pity for Ha Yoon now, after ignoring her all this time.”
“Well, back then Kim Seon-ah was around...”
“So she asked you to look after Ha Yoon while she’s gone. Right?”
Sharp as ever. Jin Si-won brushed back her hair and met Hong Ryeon’s gaze.
“Yeah. Kim Seon-ah asked me. To take care of Ha Yoon when she’s not here.”
“Can’t wrap my head around it. Isn’t Shin So-hyeon your precious priority?”
“That’s exactly why I’m doing this.”
She wasn’t sure if she could keep Kim Seon-ah’s conditions, but it wasn’t about stopping things outright—just intervening when it got too extreme.
As she thought that, Hong Ryeon eyed her inscrutably.
“Hmm...”
“...What’s with that look?”
“You know, you used to like Ha Yoon, right?”
“And?”
“Then you do it instead of me.”
Do what? Jin Si-won gave her a puzzled look, and Hong Ryeon smiled sweetly.
“You torment Ha Yoon. Any way you want. But if you go too easy, once you’re out of sight, we’ll repeat exactly what we just did.”
“...Me do it?”
“You said pacing’s essential for long play, right? Show us with a demo.”
She hadn’t expected her firm words—meant to avoid suspicion—to boomerang like this. Jin Si-won grimaced, turning to mouth at Shin So-hyeon.
‘What do I do?’
‘What do you mean? You jumped in without consulting me.’
Shin So-hyeon mouthed back, looking a bit sulky. Great, one more problem to solve. Jin Si-won shook her head.
No choice. She’d do what she was good at. Decision made, she exhaled and faced Hong Ryeon.
“Fine. I’ll show you.”
“Everyone, make way. Looks like Jin Si-won’s got something fun to show.”
“It’s not that fun, really.”
The women parted like the Red Sea miracle. Amid them, Ha Yoon’s revealed state made Jin Si-won exhale unconsciously.
Bloody pus oozed from burst skin, but that was minor. Beyond the tape, her limbs had turned pitch black—from wrists to shoulders, knees to shins.
Rotten? Or just blood flow cut off? Either way, not good. Jin Si-won knelt and whispered to Ha Yoon, whose vacant eyes shed tears.
“You okay? Still manageable?”
“C-can’t feel my limbs...”
“Pain-wise... well, obviously it hurts.”
What was she even saying? She smacked her lips for spouting nonsense and tried again.
“I don’t wanna do this either, but it can’t be helped, okay? I won’t make it hurt more—can you endure?”
“What’re you gonna...?”
“What I’m good at.”
She formed scissors with both hands and clapped them together like interlocking. Realizing what it meant, Ha Yoon—despite the pain—made an incredulous, teary face.
“I’m in fucking pain right now? Like, can’t even speak it hurts so bad. And you wanna scissor in this situation? That make sense?”
“You think I wanna? It’s this or you die.”
“Hng... fuck...”
Ha Yoon sniffled curses, flailed her short arms, then rolled over muttering.
“Do whatever...”
“Ah, yeah. Sorry.”
She was in so much pain that as long as it didn’t hurt more, anything went. Caught up watching the resigned voice, Jin Si-won belatedly nodded an apology.
Cruel to say, but Ha Yoon looked ridiculously fuckable right now.
The tears in her eyes, the whimpering voice, the uncharacteristically weak demeanor—it lit a fire in her chest. Lusting after someone in pain? Hopeless pervert. But that’s just how she was wired.
Jin Si-won reined herself in and glanced at Hong Ryeon.
“Starting now?”
“Do whatever you want.”
Same words, but way sharper this time. Jin Si-won muttered as she pushed aside Ha Yoon’s sideways-turned leg.
“Ah!”
“Ah, sorry.”
Right, she was injured. Dodging the scorching glare, she parted the leg more carefully this time, revealing the tightly hidden pussy.
Whew. Holding her breath in admiration, Jin Si-won gently stroked upward along the pristine slit.
“Hnng...”
It must’ve seen plenty of use since arriving here, yet it felt untouched. Same for anyone here, but somehow it still had that fresh scent.
She’d started with good intentions, but concern was gone from her face. Eyes gleaming with lust, she traced the flawless skin. The moan she drew out was intoxicating.
She wanted to pounce and ravage her mercilessly to climax, but a shred of conscience held her back. Snapping to, Jin Si-won whispered,
“I’ll start gentle.”
Of course, she got no reply.