Chapter 44
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Bet (3)
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“Ryu Jin-ah, what the hell are you babbling about on your own?”
“Don’t get so mad. Just… someone has to explain the reason, right?”
“You…!”
Hong Ryeon stormed toward Ryu Jin-ah, her face twisted in fury.
The story from moments ago was like touching her reverse scale. So it was no surprise she’d blow up like this.
Ryu Jin-ah closed her eyes, bracing for the incoming slap. But even after a long wait, no stinging impact hit her cheek.
She cautiously opened her eyes. There was Hong Ryeon, hand raised high, huffing and puffing.
Did I time it wrong? The thought crossed her mind, but the raised hand just trembled violently, refusing to come down.
Hong Ryeon stood like that for a while, letting her anger subside. Finally, she glared at Ryu Jin-ah, let out a deep breath, lowered her hand, and muttered.
“...Don’t do it again. You know I hate it when you talk about that with others.”
“I knew, so I figured you’d let me have two hits. Why didn’t you?”
“Forget it… I don’t want that between us.”
Ryu Jin-ah looked at her with wide eyes, startled by the weak, murmuring voice.
It was like the Hong Ryeon from when Ha Yoon was still a trainer. Not the dry, cold-blooded attitude she’d shown lately, but a listless vulnerability.
Drawn in despite herself, Ryu Jin-ah asked.
“...You okay?”
“Does this look okay to you right now?”
“No…”
Ryu Jin-ah shrugged at the sharp retort, as if her fire had suddenly returned.
Hong Ryeon glared at her, then whipped her head around toward Ha Yoon.
Ha Yoon was still lost in the afterglow of her climax, but as Hong Ryeon’s gaze landed, she shuddered, struggled to her feet, and tried to crawl away.
“Eek, eek…!”
But it was slower than a turtle. The sheets just slid under her on the mattress, leaving her slipping in place.
Hong Ryeon let out a ridiculous snort and strode toward the fleeing Ha Yoon. She snatched up the leash handle from the floor and yanked hard.
“Kek!”
Snap— The slack leash went taut in an instant, choking her neck hard. Ha Yoon flailed her stubby arms, trying to grab the collar, but the pull sent her tumbling backward.
“Hngh, haa…!”
Gasping raggedly, Ha Yoon stared upside-down at Hong Ryeon approaching. And at the black dildo model swinging and slapping against her thigh.
“You bitch. I don’t get why I have to go through this hell because of you.”
“Hngh, hngh…!”
“I’d love to kill you a hundred times over already, but that’d just make it easy for you, so I won’t.”
Muttering that, Hong Ryeon pried Ha Yoon’s mouth open and roughly shoved the dick inside.
“Mmph—?!”
The silicone filled her mouth completely. She bit down instinctively, but unlike a real cock, the silicone one didn’t flinch or tear.
Seeing Ha Yoon chew on it, blocking entry, Hong Ryeon raised her fist and muttered.
“No teeth. Want them all yanked out?”
“Guhh, heup—”
The fist slammed into her gut. Ha Yoon’s mouth flew open, and the dick plunged straight down her throat.
With her mouth and throat stuffed full, Ha Yoon trembled violently, heaving deep breaths.
Hong Ryeon thrust her hips in—deep, deep—forcing her to swallow it whole, then glanced at Ryu Jin-ah.
Ryu Jin-ah met her red eyes steadily. Without a word, she nodded in understanding and walked over.
Ha Yoon’s pussy was slightly agape from the earlier pounding. Ryu Jin-ah lined up the dildo tip, grabbed Ha Yoon’s bucking hips, and slammed in with all her strength.
With her mouth full of cock, no voice escaped, but Ha Yoon’s body convulsed wildly.
Instead of furious pistoning, Ryu Jin-ah pressed her palm to where the womb should be and ground her hips in deep.
Ha Yoon, already spasming, started writhing uncontrollably.
Choking slowly on the throat-filling dick, her mind fogged. The targeted rubbing deep inside brought brain-melting pleasure.
I’m dying, I’m gonna die…!
Ha Yoon flailed her short arms to push Hong Ryeon away. But they only patted her thighs—too stubby to shove properly.
Hong Ryeon scoffed, smacked the slapping arm away with her fist, and began pistoning.
Thwack-thwack-thwack— Less pistoning, more like beating her face with her lower body. Paradoxically, it let her breathe.
“Haup, heup, hngh—”
Ha Yoon gulped air desperately amid the stinging face slaps.
Even that was timed to throat-thrusts, nearly choking her, but she couldn’t complain or cough.
Squelch—squelch—squelch—
“Hngh, ahng, huu…!”
Blood trickled from her battered nose, face flushed red, yet the pleasure hit climax anyway.
But the two felt no pleasure. They mechanically thrust the dicks in.
Sex with men ends with ejaculation. Here, no end existed. Ha Yoon realized it as another orgasm crashed.
Her lower body buzzed from endless climaxes. She tried to cry out desperately, but a hand clamped her throat—gack—silencing her.
At the same moment, Hong Ryeon ramped up, as if her pistoning had been child’s play.
Thrusts like drilling through her throat made Ha Yoon’s eyes bulge as she thrashed.
Not just Hong Ryeon—Ryu Jin-ah stopped grinding deep and went full pistoning too. Unstoppable pleasure surged.
She couldn’t think anymore. Just squirting fluids with each thrust, retching throatily.
“Nggh, oek, ook…!”
The frog-like squelches made Kim Seon-ah bite her lip hard.
But she couldn’t yell to stop. Compared to the earlier violence, this was mild.
And eyes watched them. Baek So-ra stared blankly at Kim Seon-ah.
Wearing a strap-on with a massive dildo around her waist.
Against Ha Yoon’s grotesque moans, time blurred.
“Not even fun.”
“...Huh?”
Kim Seon-ah turned at the quiet mutter amid the moans.
Baek So-ra toyed with the black dildo by hand.
“Exactly. Even if we gangbang Ha Yoon to pay back our rape experiences, what do we get? Honestly, it’s no different from serving Ha Seung-jin back then.”
To Baek So-ra, getting pounded by Ha Seung-jin’s huge cock and wearing a replica to gangbang Ha Yoon felt the same.
In the end, only Ha Seung-jin—or Ha Yoon—got the pleasure. They just exerted themselves without any.
“Wearing these fake dicks doesn’t let us enjoy it like the real ones.”
Baek So-ra muttered, folding the dildo in half.
A real one would burst. But it sprang back perfectly.
“...Aren’t you enjoying this, Baek So-ra?”
“Nope. Wasting our time entirely on Ha Yoon.”
“Then why…?”
“Because Hong Ryeon wants it.”
Hong Ryeon wants it. Kim Seon-ah chewed her lip, then slowly spoke.
“...You and Hong Ryeon are lovers, right?”
“Lovers? Us?”
“Aren’t you? You three seem especially close.”
“Well, close… yeah.”
Baek So-ra paused, then tossed it out casually.
“If anything, sex friends.”
“S-sex friends?”
“How to put it… after all the torment from the men—the trainers—we got too intimate in our shared misery? I do like Hong Ryeon. But not like Jin Si-won or Shin So-hyeon.”
In short, craving warmth. From violent humans obsessed with their own pleasure, they sought gentle embraces and whispers of love.
And it grew into affection.
“So not lovers. We like each other, but as friends.”
“But do normal friends have sex…?”
“Sex friends are still friends.”
Her deadpan joke matched her blank face.
Kim Seon-ah stared in disbelief, but Baek So-ra continued undeterred.
“You’ll get it soon. What I mean. Even if not you, Ha Yoon will crave you.”
“Ha Yoon… me?”
“Yeah. You and Ha Yoon remind me of me and Hong Ryeon when we first got here.”
Tearful Baek So-ra and arrogant chaebol heiress Hong Ryeon.
Weak-hearted Kim Seon-ah and prideful ex-trainer Ha Yoon.
Details differed, but broadly similar.
“Not saying you’ll end up like us, though.”
“Hooo…!”
Before Kim Seon-ah could reply, a guttural roar.
Ha Yoon, dick pulled from her mouth, screamed obscenely in orgasm.
“Haa, haa… I’m dying here…”
Ryu Jin-ah, who’d been pounding Ha Yoon’s pussy with the huge dildo, clutched her waist, sweating buckets.
She was always on the receiving end, but sex drained stamina from anyone.
The academy trainers had inhuman stamina, but nonstop thrusting was grueling.
Especially for weaker victims.
Like it was the last, she hugged Ha Yoon’s body and thrust deep.
Already climaxing, Ha Yoon pursed her lips with a deflating hiss and went limp.
“Haa, haa…”
Hong Ryeon gripped her hot forehead with one hand, crushing Ha Yoon’s massive tits with the other.
Even lying down, they held perfect shape. Palm crushed the flesh, sending sharp pain.
But pain was fleeting—quickly drowned in pleasure, squirting more.
“Ha, haha…”
Hong Ryeon laughed hollowly at the sight.
She’d done this to make her suffer as much as she had. But the initial pain faded; now Ha Yoon just savored it all. Absurd.
Why the fuck am I raping this masochistic bitch? She’s not suffering—she’s loving it.
Ha Yoon was suffering limits, but to Hong Ryeon, it looked like pleasure-drunk abandon.
Why not suffer like me? Why enjoy it? Why squirt so much?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
“...I’m done. Just die.”
Hong Ryeon grabbed the leash with both hands and flipped Ha Yoon over.
Even as her body turned skyward, she just panted, unresponsive.
Straddling her back, Hong Ryeon wrapped the leash around her neck and yanked hard.
“Gack!”
The pressure dwarfed a simple tug. Ha Yoon’s eyes flew wide.