Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Body Measurements
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After a light welcoming greeting, Teacher Gan led Ha Seung-jin and Kim Ji-min to the room labeled infirmary.
'Feels familiar.'
Even though it had been three months since his last visit, Ha Seung-jin scanned the surroundings with an utterly familiar expression. As memories surfaced of the victims he'd fucked here in the past, Teacher Gan, seated at the computer desk, spoke up.
"You two, do you know what kind of place this academy is?"
"Sex slave training center."
"Oh, correct! That pink-haired lady over there is quite knowledgeable, isn't she? Almost like she's worked at the academy before."
"Snicker."
Ha Seung-jin let out a small chuckle at Teacher Gan's sly reply, then hardened his face.
"Hey, Gan Kang-jin. You know everything, so cut the bullshit."
"It's Gan Kang-jin, not Gang-rapist-jin. Anyway, it's been three months, Senior Ha. You've gotten a lot cuter in the meantime?"
"Yeah, in the most fucking annoying way possible."
The academy received advance information on incoming trainees and victims. Naturally, the trainers already knew all about Ha Seung-jin.
"I figured you were just dumb from all the dumb shit you pulled, but you're not that dumb. I was planning to mess with you a little."
"Like I'd fall for that crap."
Ha Seung-jin growled, glaring at Teacher Gan. He knew without a mirror that it looked like a kitten hissing—completely non-threatening.
"Boring. Let's get to it."
Teacher Gan tapped the keyboard a few times, then pulled something from the drawer. Ha Seung-jin recognized it instantly.
"You know what this is, Senior Ha, but she doesn't, so I'll explain. This is the ID collar. It's got your new name and a GPS chip embedded. And it can't be removed unless a trainer or owner unlocks it, so don't even think about trying."
Now, lift your head. With a gentle voice, Teacher Gan fitted the collars one by one. Click. The sound echoed as it locked around her neck, twisting Ha Seung-jin's face into a shit-eating grimace.
"Senior Ha is now Ha Yoon, and Kim Ji-min is now Kim Seon-ah. Got it, Kim Seon-ah?"
Kim Ji-min—no, Kim Seon-ah—couldn't respond right away. Ha Yoon shook her head at the reaction. Then, a solid thud rang out.
"Uh, eh?"
Kim Seon-ah staggered, mumbling incoherently after the sudden fist to her face. Teacher Gan caught her before she toppled backward.
Should I thank him? Her mind blanked for a second. But the surging pain twisted her dazed expression.
Before that, a massive hand clamped over her face.
"Kim Seon-ah. You respond when I call your name."
"Hngh, hng..."
"Crying already? You shouldn't do that..."
He lifted the hand gripping her face and backhanded her. Smack! Her cheek whipped around, blooming red. The shock sucked her tears back in and buckled her legs, but the iron grip on her shoulder held her up.
"Kim Seon-ah. Respond."
"Y-yes, yes!"
"Good. From now on, snap to attention whenever someone calls your name. Okay?"
"..."
Smack!
"Okay?"
"Yes!"
"Good girl."
Teacher Gan patted the shell-shocked Kim Seon-ah's cheek with a pleased smile, then turned to Ha Yoon.
"What about you, Senior Ha? Should I give you special treatment as a former colleague?"
"Like you ever planned to—just running your mouth."
"Fair point."
Muttering that, Teacher Gan suddenly drove his foot into Ha Yoon's abdomen. A guttural urk escaped as she reeled back, but she clenched her jaw and held her ground.
Enduring was all she managed. The kick sank deep, like it pierced straight through her gut, scrambling her thoughts.
Am I even alive right now? Her legs trembled like a newborn fawn's. As Ha Yoon fought to stay conscious through the pain, Teacher Gan spoke.
"This is your initiation beating. There's way worse shit ahead, so let's tough it out together. Fighting!"
Fucking psychopath bastard, Ha Yoon thought, grinding her teeth.
After the so-called initiation beating came simple body measurements. Teacher Gan grabbed scissors from somewhere and snipped away Ha Yoon and Kim Seon-ah's clothes.
Now the two stood naked, handcuffs their only adornment.
"Oh dear, that's one hell of a bruise."
Teacher Gan eyed the dark blotch on Ha Yoon's abdomen with mock pity. Of course, it wasn't genuine concern—who'd made it in the first place?
Ha Yoon gritted her teeth.
"Shut up and do your—mmph!"
"Our Senior Ha still hasn't learned her place."
Teacher Gan kneaded the bruised spot with his fist, unleashing waves of excruciating pain. Her jaw quivered amid nausea as she gasped.
"S-stop... Urk..."
"Calling you 'Senior Ha' must make you think I'm still your underling, huh?"
"Grk, grrr..."
Poke. The brutal pressure drew a dying rasp from Ha Yoon as her body shook. Teacher Gan kept up the "massage" for a good while before releasing her.
"Don't get uppity. I might smash it flat in a fit of rage."
Fucking bastard. Ha Yoon clutched her gut and barely managed a nod, too wrecked to retort.
"Then let's measure Kim Seon-ah first."
"Y-yes!"
Her new name crooked her already-swollen nose further, but Kim Seon-ah jolted to attention and replied.
Under Teacher Gan's guidance, she stepped onto the height scale, staring straight ahead tensely.
“161cm.”
A soft tap atop her head, followed by the recorded measurement.
It continued.
“51kg.”
“79cm.”
“65cm—that puts her around a 65C?”
“Y-yes...”
“Last, 83cm.”
Smack!
“Aack?!”
Retracting the tape, his palm cracked against her ass. Kim Seon-ah's rigid body leaped.
Teacher Gan smirked, then turned to Ha Yoon, who still clutched her belly and glared.
“Your turn next, Senior Ha.”
Ha Yoon gnawed her lip before nodding and shuffling forward.
Thud!
“Kraaak!”
A flying fist sent her sprawling backward. Her face burned; a trembling hand wiped it as Teacher Gan's voice rang out.
“You have to respond, Senior Ha. Even Kim Seon-ah answers every time I call. Can't let only you slack off, right?”
“Y-yes... you're right...”
Kim Seon-ah mumbled, head bowed and body quaking. Teacher Gan beamed, then addressed the prone Ha Yoon.
“But seriously, how long you gonna lie there? Oh—did turning girl turn you masochist too? That'd be a problem...”
“U-urgh...!”
The words dripped with threat of more blows. Ha Yoon clutched her face and hauled herself up.
Hot liquid trickled from her nose—a nosebleed, probably. But he wouldn't cut her slack.
"Don't be dramatic, Senior Ha. You've done far worse to others, remember?"
He had a point. Truth was, Gan Kang-jin treated obedient victims mildly. Unlike Ha Yoon's old brute-force rams, he properly loosened them up first—so by academy standards, he was practically a saint.
Ha Yoon had been the opposite. Beat them regardless, harder if defiant. Raped and tormented on whims. But what did that have to do with her getting thrashed now? She glared at him, face twisted.
“Huh? Glaring again?”
She averted her eyes. Whatever his mood, defying Teacher Gan right now was impossible.
Teacher Gan shook his head.
“You're so damn stubborn, Senior Ha. Can't drop that temper even like this? I'd be playing nice by now.”
“Kuh...”
“Anyway, too much hassle to keep beating you. Come here, Senior Ha.”
Ha Yoon ducked her head to obey, but a flicker of wrongness made her snap it up.
Teacher Gan's face was neutral. Yet it felt like he was waiting. She racked her brain, realized her name had been called, and forced out,
“...Yes.”
“Good girl, Senior Ha. Want a head pat as reward?”
“No... need...!”
She still peeked nervously, legs numb. No fist flew—small mercy.
Ha Yoon exhaled shakily and climbed the scale.
“153cm.”
“41kg.”
“74cm.”
Squeeze!
“Eek...!”
“Grown a lot, huh?”
The tape bit into her chest suddenly. Ha Yoon groaned in pain. Teacher Gan snickered, loosened it, and measured underbust.
“55cm. That's a 55E.”
No wonder they felt so damn huge—E cups. As she processed that, a soft stroke grazed her pussy. Her body locked rigid.
Too abrupt for a scream. His calm voice cut in.
“74cm. Nice figure where it counts, despite the height. Congrats.”
“Y-you...!”
“No 'you's, Senior Ha. I told you on first meeting—call me Teacher Gan.”
“Ugh...!”
Ha Yoon gnashed her teeth, glaring daggers.
Futile. Smack! Teacher Gan slapped her cheek like nothing happened.
“Both of you—spread your pussies.”
“...Yes?”
Kim Seon-ah parroted, as if she'd misheard. Teacher Gan raised his hand again. One quick discipline later, she got the memo and spread wide.
Peering inside, Teacher Gan muttered,
“No hymen?”
“Y-yes... with my friend...”
“Yeah, figured. Odd if you hadn't after a month glued together.”
Then, to Ha Yoon rising while clutching her cheek,
“Senior Ha's still a virgin, of course? Got nabbed in less than a day.”
“...Yes.”
“Even so, spread it once. Lemme see.”
Ha Yoon chewed her lip raw before hesitantly parting her pussy with shaky hands.
In the bald mound's crevice gleamed her prominent clit, bold as brass. Teacher Gan clapped approvingly.
"Bravo."
Fucking bastard. Ha Yoon's face burned crimson as she glared. Naturally, a slap followed.