Chapter 43
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: The Bet (2)
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A black python-like thing was laid across her stomach. No, it was a massive cock replica big enough to be mistaken for one. Ha Yoon knew exactly how long and thick it was.
Of course she did—it had been molded directly from her own dick back when she was a man. She gasped at its size, which stretched past her navel and up her torso, and Hong Ryeon let out a snicker.
"Why, missing your own cock after so long?"
"Y-you crazy bitch. As if I'd miss that!"
"That's why I asked."
"Ah!"
Hong Ryeon shoved her fingers into Ha Yoon's pussy. Thanks to the intense orgasms she'd wrung out of her in the shower, it was still slick even after some time had passed.
It was a bit tacky, sure, but slick enough to thrust right in. Hong Ryeon stroked the hefty silicone cock and whispered,
"You know what I was thinking when you first got here?"
"How the hell should I know, you psycho?!"
Ha Yoon shouted in alarm. But Hong Ryeon just chuckled softly, as if she'd expected that, and muttered,
"I was glad I hadn't tossed these out in a fit of rage."
Then she pressed the tip against Ha Yoon's pussy and started rubbing.
Ha Yoon swung her arms wildly as pleasure began creeping up from her groin, letting out a moan.
"W-wait. I don't want to get fucked by something molded from my own dick...!"
That would feel just like getting raped by her male self. As Ha Yoon cried out in horror, Hong Ryeon tilted her head.
"So what?"
"Ughaa...!"
Squelch—with the tip aligned and a firm push, the massive cock slid inside. Ha Yoon threw her head back and exhaled at the overwhelming fullness invading her depths.
But Hong Ryeon narrowed her eyes in annoyance and grumbled,
"It won't go all the way in."
Probably because her pussy hadn't fully relaxed. And since it was a silicone dildo left unused for so long, its rigidity had softened.
Even shaking her hips to thrust deeper just made it bend limply, so Hong Ryeon irritably slammed her fist down. Ha Yoon convulsed, curling up as the sudden blow to her lower abdomen forced the air from her lungs with a choked gasp.
Ignoring her completely, Hong Ryeon said flatly,
"Relax your pussy. The dick won't fit."
"F-fuck you... At least foreplay or something, guk...!"
"Why should I make trash like you feel good?"
Hong Ryeon slapped Ha Yoon's cheek as she spouted nonsense, then muttered as if struck by a sudden idea.
"Come to think of it, you're a masochist, right? So hitting you to make you feel pleasure is basically foreplay, isn't it? Ryu Jin-ah, grab the knuckle gloves."
K-knuckles? Ha Yoon's eyes widened in terror at Hong Ryeon as her cheek stung. But she was already slipping on the knuckle gloves—metal studs embedded across the finger joints.
Hong Ryeon flexed her gloved hand experimentally and sighed.
"Men and women's hands are way different in size. Too loose; I can't even make a proper fist."
"You crazy bitch! Hitting someone with that will kill them!"
"Kill who? There's no 'someone' here. And you think it'll kill you?"
Hong Ryeon scoffed at Ha Yoon's words and clenched her fist tight. Crunch—a menacing sound emanated from her hand, impossible to tell if it was the gloves or her knuckles cracking.
"It's fine. You won't die."
"H-heek...!"
It's fine. You won't die. Ha Yoon realized those were the exact words she'd always spat out herself, and she let out a terrified whimper. Then she whipped her head toward Kim Seon-ah and yelled,
"Kim Seon-ah, save me! I'm gonna die! This psycho's really gonna kill me!"
"...Hong Ryeon. If you injure her that badly, the trainers won't let it slide."
"Don't care. Let the old fucks try."
Hong Ryeon sneered and swung her fist.
"Ha Yoon'll be dead before then anyway."
"Eek!"
Thud! Blood sprayed from the fist slamming into her face. Ha Yoon gasped raggedly, her vision shaking from the impact and her mouth flooding with the taste of blood.
But the punches didn't stop there. Through her wavering vision, another fist came crashing down. Thump, thump. Each merciless blow to her face made her body twitch violently.
Kim Seon-ah clenched her fists at the brutal sight, eyes wide. But with Ryu Jin-ah and Baek So-ra watching her, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Stay calm. Even after talking like that, she doesn't really intend to kill her.
...Does she? Kim Seon-ah inhaled sharply at the endless barrage of impacts. Just as she decided she couldn't ignore it anymore and opened her eyes, Hong Ryeon perfectly timed her pause and stopped beating Ha Yoon.
She yanked off the bloodied knuckles and gripped the dildo, trying to thrust it in again before muttering,
"There, now it fits all the way."
What do you know—a masochist like her gets wetter from a beating. Hong Ryeon thought that as she looked down. The beaten areas were swollen, one eye completely swollen shut. She'd targeted the same spots repeatedly, so it was no surprise.
Haa, haa—her breaths came laced with the metallic tang of blood. Shards of broken teeth peeked out, and her unfocused eyes stared blankly.
She looked out of it, but Hong Ryeon knew exactly what to do in situations like this.
"Baek So-ra, get some water. A bucketful."
Baek So-ra hurried to the faucet in the corner of the classroom, filled a nearby bucket, and tottered back quickly.
Before Hong Ryeon could say anything, she dumped it straight onto Ha Yoon's face.
"Guhblub! Urk, h-heuk!"
Splash! Ha Yoon flailed as the water crashed over her face. It wasn't just poured—it was hurled, soaking Hong Ryeon nearby too, her hair plastered to her face.
Hong Ryeon swept her hair back with an incredulous look and asked Baek So-ra,
"...What the hell was that?"
"Isn't that how you do it?"
"Yeah, but... you got me wet too."
"Sorry. It was heavy."
"Then say something first!"
"Kek!"
Baek So-ra tilted her head as Hong Ryeon bellowed and punched Ha Yoon's chest full-force.
"You mad?"
"Nah. Just wanted an excuse to hit her."
"Got it."
"H-hek, hek..."
Crazy bitches. Ha Yoon looked up at Hong Ryeon with a face full of fear. Noticing, Hong Ryeon grinned.
"What, think we're crazy? Beating someone without a care and cracking jokes?"
"N-no, I didn't th—"
"Nah, we are crazy. Who beats someone while bantering like this? Exactly. We shouldn't."
But like I said earlier—there's no 'someone' here. Hong Ryeon whispered that as she slowly pulled the dildo out long, then slammed it back in.
"Hauk!"
Pulled almost all the way out before ramming to the hilt in one go—the impact choked off her breath. But Hong Ryeon didn't stop, pistoning relentlessly.
Squelch-squelch-squelch—
"Hng, hngh! Stop, aaang!"
"You can still moan like a slut after that beating? Why don't you just be a bitch for life?"
Ha Yoon was losing her mind too. Her battered face still throbbed, and since she wasn't fully wet yet, each withdrawal scraped painfully inside—but even that pain felt like pleasure.
If only her arms weren't pinned, she'd hide her face and cover her mouth from the shame. She couldn't stop the raw moans spilling out as she panted.
Ever since Teacher Choi's training etched pleasure into her memory, real resistance had been tough. She'd held out decently at first, but that felt like ancient history now.
"Feels good? Getting raped by the guy who raped you, huh?"
"Hic, hngh, haaang!"
"Does it feel good?!"
"Hnggh...!"
Ha Yoon's moans cut off abruptly as Hong Ryeon screamed furiously and clamped her hands around her throat. But she kept squeezing and thrusting hard.
Thump-thump-thump—
Squelch-squelch-squelch—
"Oof, guk, ca-can't... breaaathe... gonna... die...!"
As Ha Yoon's eyes rolled back, on the verge of suffocation, someone else's face overlapped in Hong Ryeon's vision.
A red-haired woman. The face she always saw in the mirror.
"H-Heuk!"
At the sight, Hong Ryeon suddenly widened her eyes, released the throat, and jerked back.
"Nngooh...!"
The deeply embedded dildo yanked out all at once, and with her throat freed, Ha Yoon climaxed hard, squirting wildly as her short limbs flailed comically.
But instead of sneering at the ridiculous sight, Hong Ryeon clutched her chest and gasped for breath.
Why's she doing that?
Kim Seon-ah frowned curiously at Hong Ryeon suddenly stopping and retreating. Baek So-ra approached her and asked,
"You okay? What's wrong?"
"M-memory... an old memory..."
"Ah, that."
Flashback, or whatever they called it. Even as Hong Ryeon's hands trembled in terror, Baek So-ra casually hugged her and patted her back.
"It's fine. That's all in the past. That bastard's gone now. See? She's just a pathetic bitch girl."
"H-hng... b-bitch... girl...?"
"Yeah. One of us. No strength, no dick—a sex slave..."
So it doesn't matter how we treat her. She's not human. Just a thing for venting desires. Baek So-ra whispered reassurances, and Hong Ryeon's shaking gradually subsided.
Kim Seon-ah watched, then asked Ryu Jin-ah, who was staring blankly from afar,
"Why does Hong Ryeon... act like that?"
"Well, it's tied to Ha Yoon in the end..."
She uses polite speech with me, huh. Ryu Jin-ah thought to herself before continuing,
"Just old stuff. You know we all suffered a lot because of Ha Yoon, right?"
"...Yes."
"When Ha Yoon tormented us, she didn't really discriminate much, but there was a big gap between us. For starters, I had some experience when I got here, and Baek So-ra had some too, even if she can't speak."
No need to spell out what kind. There was only one kind of "experience" that mattered here.
"But Hong Ryeon was different. Zero experience, and she didn't even need to be here in the first place."
"...Didn't need to be?"
"Chaebol third-gen. Her grandpa's even a city councilor."
Chaebol and councilor. Kim Seon-ah recalled old news reports.
About how victims were all rounded up and thrown into academies, but politicians' families or chaebol scions hid theirs or laundered identities to pass as normal...
Why was a chaebol kid like that here? As Kim Seon-ah eyed her skeptically, Ryu Jin-ah shrugged.
"Succession drama bullshit. Her brother snitched."
"...Snitched?"
"Yeah. Hong Ryeon never even wanted in on the succession fight; her existence just bugged him. Perfect timing with the outbreak, so he got her out of sight."
That wasn't all. Hong Ryeon's brother had slipped cash directly to the trainers—especially Ha Yoon, the one with the worst reputation—and begged them.
To smash her so thoroughly she couldn't even think. And Ha Yoon had spat those words while raping her, drilling in that her family had abandoned her.
Kim Seon-ah fell silent at that. Afraid she'd blurt out that it justified Hong Ryeon's actions. Ryu Jin-ah muttered watching her,
"That's the Ha Yoon you don't know. Still no second thoughts?"
"...I'm an idiot."
"What?"
"The Ha Yoon I know is kind, even if her personality's a bit rough."
Of course Ryu Jin-ah, who'd known the male Ha Yoon, was probably right a hundred times over. Kim Seon-ah thought so too.
But she couldn't give up on the Ha Yoon who'd thrown herself in harm's way to spare her suffering.
"I'll protect Ha Yoon."
"...Fine, whatever. I give up."
Ryu Jin-ah sighed at her stubbornness. Hong Ryeon, now calm again, glared at them with bloodshot eyes.