Chapter 41
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Pet (7)
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However, Hong Ryeon had no intention of waiting.
“10, 9, 8…”
“Ah, got it! Cleaning! I just need to clean, right?!”
Without even giving her a moment to hesitate, the voice began counting down. Ha Yoon hurriedly slammed her head to the floor.
No matter how dirty and grueling it was to clean the floor with her tongue, wasn't it still better than being forced to drink a full bowl of her own piss?
Of course, realizing what she had to clean—her own spilled urine—made it utterly horrifying. But it was still the lesser evil; it didn't make things any worse.
Ha Yoon forcibly rationalized it that way and stuck out her tongue. Then, with trembling movements, she began licking up the mess soaking the floor.
The taste of the lukewarm liquid. Fortunately, it wasn't so revolting that she couldn't lick it. If she hadn't known it was piss, she might have thought it was just water with a slightly odd flavor.
Conversely, knowing exactly what it was made it profoundly nauseating, no matter the taste.
“Urk…”
“...7, 6—”
Hong Ryeon resumed the countdown without mercy, even as Ha Yoon dry-heaved. Ha Yoon squeezed her eyes shut and kept licking.
Watching the scene, Yoon Se-rin burst into giggles.
“Eww. Look at her licking up her own piss. So disgusting.”
“Hey, Yoon Se-rin. Shut up.”
“What, what?”
“Thanks, So-hyeon.”
But the mockery didn't last long. Jin Si-won, who had been wiping her face and body with the towel Shin So-hyeon handed her, snapped sharply. Yoon Se-rin stared at her with wide eyes.
Ignoring the glare, Jin Si-won thanked Shin So-hyeon, let out a deep sigh, and turned to Yoon Se-rin.
“You eat your own stuff all the time anyway, don't you?”
“W-what are you talking about? When have I ever?!”
“When? Teacher Park feeds it to you plenty, during your cleanup blowjobs.”
Her hands gestured as if demonstrating a blowjob, puffing out her cheeks and then deflating them repeatedly. Yoon Se-rin's face flushed bright red in an instant.
“You, you...!”
“I know you hate Ha Yoon and all, but we're all in the same boat here. Go easy on her, okay?”
The words were directed at Yoon Se-rin, but Jin Si-won's eyes were fixed on Hong Ryeon.
Hong Ryeon snorted at the look and muttered under her breath.
“That damn Kim Seon-ah is the problem.”
If Ha Yoon had been alone, she never would have gotten this kind of defense. Kim Seon-ah was inexplicably desperate to help her—what was so great about that girl?
Well, whatever. She'd do what she planned to do anyway. Hong Ryeon turned to Baek So-ra and Ryu Jin-ah, who were standing idly by.
“Baek So-ra, Ryu Jin-ah. Get her up.”
“...She's still cleaning, though?”
“Got it.”
Unlike Ryu Jin-ah's half-hearted question, Baek So-ra quickly approached Ha Yoon and grabbed her body.
Ha Yoon, suddenly seized and yanked upright, looked around in confusion.
“W-what?”
“Time's up.”
“Don't bullshit me! You never said there was a time limit!”
“What are you saying? I've been counting the whole time.”
O, ba, sa, i, il—ding.
Hong Ryeon finished the countdown she'd paused earlier, leaving Ha Yoon staring in shock, as if she'd been slapped.
“Ch-cheating.”
“Yeah, cheating. So what're you gonna do about it?”
Hong Ryeon tilted her head mockingly.
“You really think I'll keep every single promise I made to you?”
“Eeek...!”
“I'm the one who wants to ask—what made you expect any fairness from me? I never had any intention of treating you decently to begin with.”
If she had harbored any such sentiment, she never would have started tormenting Ha Yoon in the first place. Hong Ryeon held out the bowl of piss to Ryu Jin-ah.
“You do it.”
“...Me? Then what're you gonna do?”
“I'll hold her down. I don't trust you not to chicken out again because of your soft heart.”
Her tone was dismissive, but Ryu Jin-ah said nothing and simply took the bowl.
It was true—she'd been hesitating more and more ever since they started seriously tormenting Ha Yoon. Hong Ryeon glanced at her, then turned back to Ha Yoon.
“Ack!”
She grabbed Ha Yoon by the hair, yanking her head back sharply, then clamped her jaw hard and forced her mouth open.
Ha Yoon twisted and writhed desperately, but with two people holding her tight, all she could manage was a slight tremble.
Hong Ryeon glanced at Ryu Jin-ah, who stood frozen with the bowl in hand.
“Hurry up. We've got plenty more to do.”
Ah, seriously, Ryu Jin-ah thought. She scratched her head vigorously with her free hand and let out a sigh.
Then she steeled herself and strode toward Ha Yoon, whose mouth was being forcibly pried open.
“No, don't! Don't do it!”
Her pitiful screams were heartbreaking. With her limbs taped together in tight bundles, her futile wriggling resembled a bug's desperate struggles.
To be honest, Ryu Jin-ah didn't like this situation at all. The more they tormented Ha Yoon, the more she felt like this wasn't right.
Was it because her heart was too soft, as Hong Ryeon said? Or maybe revenge like this was perfectly normal.
Ha Seung-jin had been such a loathsome bastard—every memory made her teeth grind. But the girl in front of her didn't match that image at all.
She just felt like a completely separate person with a similar personality. From Ryu Jin-ah's perspective, this looked like nothing more than ganging up on an innocent girl.
But Ha Yoon wasn't innocent. She had committed far too many sins, which was why she was in this mess.
Ryu Jin-ah let out a deep sigh and muttered.
“This is such fucking bullshit.”
Why did she have to end up here, of all places, stirring up all this inner turmoil?
With that thought, she reached out and placed her hand over Hong Ryeon's on Ha Yoon's jaw. Not to pull it away—just to steady her aim.
“Don't spill a single drop. This time, we'll use your face as the rag.”
“Ugh...!”
With Hong Ryeon's whisper in her ear, the rice bowl began to tilt over Ha Yoon's forced-open mouth.
Ha Yoon squeezed her eyes shut tight as the torrent of warm liquid poured into her mouth.
‘How much time has passed...?’
Kim Seon-ah blinked vacantly and turned her head. The clock on the wall pointed to around 5 p.m.
She had finished lunch and come straight to the infirmary around 1 p.m., so four hours had already passed.
Only four hours? Kim Seon-ah sat up on the bed and looked down at her body.
Dried semen stains were etched across her skin like tattoos. Had they used her even after she passed out?
As she quietly sifted through her memories, it came back to her soon enough.
The moment she entered the infirmary, she was dragged onto the bed and creampied without any foreplay.
Then, with her limbs bound, she endured an hour of toys forcing dozens of orgasms until they grew bored of that and rammed their cock down her throat, pounding relentlessly until they came twice more.
She blacked out briefly from the merciless pistoning, only to snap awake from the pain of a fist slamming into her gut.
Kim Seon-ah ran her fingers over the bruised purple spot on her abdomen as she continued piecing together the memories.
Only after using her throat twice—making three creampies total—did Teacher Gan lay out his three demands.
First: She must obey his every word without question.
No matter that he was the king of the academy, even a Trainer couldn't legally force a trainee into crimes outright.
But that first demand implied she had to follow through even if he ordered something criminal.
Second: Whenever he called, she must drop everything and come running, no matter what she was doing or where.
It amounted to total control over her actions.
And finally, the third: She must fully cooperate in turning Ha Yoon into a perfect trainee.
Teacher Gan promised that if she complied with all three, he would lighten not only the severity of Ha Yoon's punishments but also the frequency.
Naturally, Kim Seon-ah nodded. It was no different from pawning her life to him for the next half year, but academy life was grueling enough already—this would just make it a bit harder.
If it meant protecting Ha Yoon, it was a small price to pay.
Once she accepted, Teacher Gan pulled a collar from the drawer and fastened it around her neck.
“Then you are now my pet.”
From the moment she entered this infirmary, she could no longer wear clothes and had to crawl on all fours until given permission—a pet.
She had fallen to a position much like Ha Yoon's, but Kim Seon-ah endured it.
After that, her memories grew hazy. They must have tried all sorts of plays; all she clearly recalled was climaxing over and over.
Staring at the soaked bed while hugging her knees, she felt something dribble out from her pussy.
Semen, needless to say. Kim Seon-ah fiddled with the still-viscous fluid, then turned at the sound of the door opening.
“You're awake.”
Teacher Gan entered, sipping from a steaming mug in one hand. With the other, he waved at the air and muttered.
“This is always the problem. After a good fuck in the infirmary, the smell gets absolutely brutal.”
At his words, Kim Seon-ah unconsciously sniffed. Sure enough, the air carried a musky, slightly fishy scent.
“Can't you just use deodorizer for that?”
“We spray it constantly. It's just that we fuck so often here, it doesn't have time to work.”
Ah, right. With sex happening here at least once a day, there was no chance for the smell to fade.
Basking in the languid post-sex fatigue, Kim Seon-ah rested her cheek on her knee and spoke to Teacher Gan.
“Master, may I make a request?”
Master. In this infirmary, she had to call Teacher Gan “Master.” Even when alone together, it was the same.
He was no longer just a Trainer—he was her Master, until she graduated from this academy.
Teacher Gan smiled as if amused by her words.
“Of course. Go ahead.”
“From now on, may I handle all of Master's duty shifts?”
She intended to keep her promise to Jin Si-won. Of course, depending on how things played out later, it could all backfire spectacularly.
At her request, Teacher Gan agreed readily.
“That was the plan from the start. We're using you for the next half year, so I need to imprint myself on you thoroughly.”
Using her. Imprinting. He spoke of her like an object. Kim Seon-ah gave a faint smile.
“Thank you.”
At least he seemed attached to his possessions. So she thought.