Chapter 47
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Sharing a Bed
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Ha Yoon fell asleep as if she'd passed out.
She never imagined that being able to stretch out her arms and legs after just twenty-four hours could feel this blissful.
Even while enduring punishments that forced her to crawl on her elbows and knees, she'd managed short naps, but pain always woke her up quickly.
And then there was Hong Ryeon, who would notice whenever Ha Yoon dozed off and beat her awake.
But right now, nothing was there to disturb her. No tape binding her limbs, and even Hong Ryeon was behaving herself for the moment.
...Of course, she trembled in fear that Hong Ryeon might ambush her while she slept, but the moment her eyes closed, those thoughts vanished like they'd been washed away. Exhaustion overwhelmed any terror.
She had no idea how long she slept. It felt like she'd just closed her eyes, but suddenly something tickled the tip of her nose.
A faint shampoo scent and the sound of tape being peeled... Wait, tape being peeled?
Ha Yoon's eyes snapped open as if she'd never been asleep, and she jerked her head up.
"Shh, Ha Yoon. It's me, Kim Seon-ah."
"...You scared the hell out of me."
But at that familiar voice and the gentle hand pressing her shoulder back down onto the bed, she relaxed her tensed muscles and let out a sigh.
Still, one question lingered. Where was that tape-peeling sound coming from?
It didn't take long to figure it out. Ha Yoon soon realized her right arm was bound with tape just like yesterday, and she muttered in a gloomy voice.
"Damn it, this is still going on?"
"Unfortunately, yes. But it'll be better than yesterday. It's not tied too tight."
As Kim Seon-ah said, it was still restrained the same way, but not as brutally tight as Teacher Gan had done it—no circulation cut off.
Should she call this fortunate or not? As Ha Yoon sighed deeply, Kim Seon-ah, who was finishing with the other arm, spoke quietly.
"But there's good news. Hong Ryeon isn't in charge of your collar anymore."
"Then who's holding the leash?"
"Obviously, me."
"Ugh..." Ha Yoon groaned, but she knew it was for the best.
Taking it from Hong Ryeon was good, but if it had gone to someone like Yoon Se-rin? That would've been Hong Ryeon Mark II.
So, Kim Seon-ah holding her leash was definitely good news.
Of course, the absolute best would be for the punishment to end altogether, but this was only the second day of a week-long sentence. Wishing for that would be shameless.
'Damn that Teacher Gan. Can't he cut a guy some slack...'
But Ha Yoon was shameless. She inwardly cursed Teacher Gan, then sighed at her limbs returned to their near-yesterday state.
"Anyway, what time is it?"
"Morning roll call is still a ways off, so sleep more."
"Then couldn't you have done this later?"
Ha Yoon protested, rattling her stiff limbs like toys.
The sight was so ridiculous that Kim Seon-ah bit her lip to stifle a laugh.
If it weren't still dark before dawn, Ha Yoon would've snapped at that expression for sure, but luckily, her eyes weren't adjusted enough to pierce the gloom, so she let it slide.
Once she'd barely passed that hurdle, Kim Seon-ah said in a calm voice.
"But I need sleep too. I spent all night dealing with Teacher Gan, so I figured I'd get this done early, right?"
"Oh, yeah..."
Ha Yoon clamped her mouth shut and looked at Kim Seon-ah. Come to think of it, Kim Seon-ah had been negotiating with Teacher Gan to lighten her punishment—offering her own body in the process.
Recalling what Hong Ryeon had said to Kim Seon-ah, Ha Yoon let out a long breath and muttered.
"Sorry."
"For what?"
"Just... for putting you through this because of me. Sorry."
Her whole life, she'd never felt sorry for anyone.
Even when her mistakes hurt others, she'd doubled down shamelessly, and as a trainer at the academy, that trait intensified—she tormented trainees without a shred of guilt.
But seeing Kim Seon-ah sacrifice her body for her sake stirred regret instead of defiance.
She didn't know why. Was it because Kim Seon-ah showed kindness without expecting anything? Or a change from becoming a victim herself?
One thing was clear: She felt sorry for Kim Seon-ah.
At Ha Yoon's words, Kim Seon-ah blinked, then murmured in surprise.
"I never thought I'd hear something like that from you, Ha Yoon..."
"W-what? Can't I say it?"
"It's not that you can't... but there are people you should say it to first, before me."
Hong Ryeon, Baek So-ra, Ryu Jin-ah. At that, Ha Yoon pouted.
"Why should I apologize to those bitches? They tormented me too, so we're even."
"Ha Yoon. Do you really think it's the same?"
"What's different...?"
Ha Yoon grumbled and turned her back to Kim Seon-ah. She wasn't just saying it—she truly believed it.
Her tormenting them and feeding them semen, or them tormenting her and making her drink piss—what was the difference?
'Pisses me off just thinking about it again.'
Ha Yoon squeezed her eyes shut, recalling yesterday afternoon.
Filling her belly with piss, then pissing it out, forcing her to drink it again in a vicious cycle... For a full hour.
And when they couldn't produce more, they pooled theirs for her to drink. It was enough to drive anyone mad. If she'd still been a man, it'd have been nothing—a single punch's worth...
As Ha Yoon stewed in those thoughts, Kim Seon-ah sighed softly at her turned back.
She hadn't really expected Ha Yoon to apologize to those three. In fact, doing so now would likely make things worse.
Hong Ryeon, the ringleader, harbored deep resentment toward Ha Yoon. Better not to apologize at all.
Still, Kim Seon-ah wished Ha Yoon would apologize to them—to Hong Ryeon. Ha Yoon's sins were heavy; lightening them even a bit would ease her own mind too.
Not that she'd leave otherwise. With that thought, Kim Seon-ah slipped into the bed.
"W-what are you doing?! You have your own bed!"
"Ahh—I'm so tired—"
"Hey! Don't ignore me!"
Ha Yoon squirmed, but Kim Seon-ah easily pinned her down and hugged her from behind.
Now lying side by side facing the same direction, Ha Yoon muttered in disbelief.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"How to put it... Don't you like this kind of thing?"
"What kind?"
"Hmm... Sharing warmth under the covers? Not in a naughty, skin-to-skin way, but just feeling each other's body heat. Like when you slept with your parents as a kid..."
"Never done that."
"...Pardon?"
"I said I don't know."
Ha Yoon was an orphan. She'd never shared space with parents to begin with, so she couldn't relate.
To her, bedtime was cold and lonely—even at the academy, where she could embrace women freely.
"I'm an orphan, so I've never experienced sharing warmth or whatever. I don't know what it's like."
"...I'm sorry. I said something thoughtless."
"It's fine. How would you know if I never told you?"
Ha Yoon inhaled deeply and exhaled like she was spitting it out.
"What about you? Sounds like you had a decent family."
"...Yeah. Ours was just an ordinary, harmonious home."
Her parents and her—three people living like any other family. In middle school, she discovered her judo talent and swept competitions. In high school, she switched to academics for college exams.
Even with her fickle choices, her parents supported her without complaint, and she got into one of the top universities.
The polar opposite of Ha Yoon's life. But instead of jealousy, Ha Yoon muttered in exasperation.
"Good at sports, good at studies. Exactly the type I hate."
"Ahaha... But we ended up here together anyway."
No matter how lowly or talented, they were both sex slaves now, treated equally.
And that wouldn't change even after half a year, once they left.
"Hey, Ha Yoon."
"What now."
"Can't you say thanks?"
Breaking the brief silence with that, Ha Yoon blinked blankly before turning to Kim Seon-ah.
"What?"
"Say thanks to me."
"...Out of nowhere?"
"I think I deserve it. Don't you?"
Of course, she'd be grateful a hundred times out of a hundred. But demanding it suddenly? Out of left field.
"Well, it's not that, but..."
"Then say it. 'Thanks, Seon-ah.'"
"Wait, why make me use your first name...?"
"Don't like it? Then I won't force you."
"No, I will, but..."
But should she? It felt like she was getting swept up in Kim Seon-ah's pace. Ha Yoon made a puzzled face, then slowly opened her mouth.
"Th, tha..."
Just saying "thanks" made her face burn red. She'd said it before, but sober and deliberate? Mortifying.
She stammered a few more times, squeezed her eyes shut, and muttered.
"Thanks, Kim Seon-ah."
"Not Kim Seon-ah. Seon-ah."
"No, this was plenty effort..."
"Not Kim Seon-ah. Seon-ah."
"Ugh..."
Whispered firmly into her ear, Ha Yoon squeezed it out.
"Thanks, Seon-ah..."
"See? You can do it if you try, Ha Yoon."
"Ughhh..."
Ha Yoon bowed her head as gentle hands stroked her hair. Kim Seon-ah smiled softly at the sight, then pressed her body close.
"From now on, shall we sleep like this?"
"W-what? Every night from now on?!"
"Shh, don't yell. The others are still sleeping."
"You're the one saying weird stuff!"
"So... you hate it?"
"Of course...!"
Squeeze—arms wrapped tighter around her, and Ha Yoon flinched. Warmth seeping through clothes, soft breasts pressing against her back...
"Really?"
"Y-you... Aren't you acting different?"
"Am I? I feel the same..."
"You've definitely changed! Totally!"
The first day, she'd been bawling her eyes out, but now she was smooth as could be. Despite Ha Yoon's words, Kim Seon-ah smiled innocently.
"That's not the point right now. Do you hate sharing a bed with me, Ha Yoon?"
"Ughhh..."
Ha Yoon groaned in agony. Honestly? She didn't hate it. Sharing body heat was nicer than expected.
But instinct screamed she shouldn't allow it. Like crossing some line. She just didn't know what line.
After agonizing, she gave up and muttered.
"Fine... Do whatever you want."
"Then, take care of me starting today, Ha Yoon."
"You too."
She had no clue what "take care" meant here. Ha Yoon replied anyway, sighed, and closed her eyes.
Contrary to expectations that company would keep her awake, sleep came swiftly.
More peacefully than ever.