Chapter 48
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Reverse Service
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By the time morning broke, Ha Yoon's situation hadn't changed much.
The clothes she had been dressed in were stripped away, fitting her status as a pet, and she still had to crawl around on her elbows and knees. Even washing required someone's help, and for breakfast, she had to bury her face in the bowl on the floor.
But it wasn't as if nothing had changed at all. At the very least, there were no tormentors. To be precise, there were, but no one dared to touch her recklessly.
Hong Ryeon's group was in a disadvantageous position after the previous day's events, so they could only grit their teeth and watch from the sidelines. Yoon Se-rin, meanwhile, looked bewildered by the sudden change in her collar's owner, glancing back and forth between Hong Ryeon and Kim Seon-ah while keeping her distance.
"Hmph."
How does it feel to have control snatched away in just one day? Ha Yoon sneered at Hong Ryeon, who was glaring at her.
But that lasted only a moment. A soft poking sensation on her cheek startled her, and Kim Seon-ah said with a pitiful look on her face,
"Don't pick fights first thing in the morning. Just finish your meal."
With that, she peeled the banana that had poked her cheek and held it out.
"Here, say ahh."
"...I can eat it myself!"
"Eat it yourself? When you're all tied up like that."
"My hands are fine! If you just hand it to me, I can eat it on my own!"
As Ha Yoon said, her arms couldn't move at all, but from the wrists up, she had some freedom of movement.
"Is that so? Then go ahead and try."
At her words, Kim Seon-ah placed the banana in Ha Yoon's hand as if to say, "Be my guest." Feeling its size fill her palm, Ha Yoon turned her head and took a big bite.
"Munch munch... See? I can do it."
"It's too early to say that."
"Hmph, too early my ass. I'll eat it all right in front of you... Huh?"
Ha Yoon tried to repeat the motion but let out a suspicious sound when she couldn't reach the banana.
"Wh-what...!"
No matter how much she stretched her neck, with her arms immobile, she couldn't eat the banana at all.
Her jaw flailing wildly as she shook her head looked utterly pathetic, but instead of pointing it out, Kim Seon-ah snatched the banana from her hand and said,
"There, you tried it. Now you get it? You absolutely can't eat it alone."
"Kuh..."
"Now behave and say ahh."
"...Ah, ahh—"
This was humiliation at its finest. Ha Yoon's face flushed red as she nibbled at the banana being fed to her bit by bit. Kim Seon-ah gazed contentedly at her shame-filled expression as she accepted the food.
"...This is rotten-sweet first thing in the morning."
Jin Si-won, who had been watching the scene from the side, muttered quietly.
Still, breakfast passed peacefully, unlike the day before. At least there were no sudden slaps or kicks. It was a bit embarrassing, but compared to yesterday, it wasn't all that humiliating.
The morning physical training was the same. The tape binding her limbs was a little looser, but crawling on elbows and knees was still agonizing.
"Sorry."
"Eek—!"
Kim Seon-ah smacked Ha Yoon's butt as she fell and whispered softly.
Unlike yesterday, she was walking at Ha Yoon's pace, so whenever Ha Yoon tripped, only Kim Seon-ah administered the punishment.
Though the collar's owner had changed in a single day, Teacher Park wasn't saying anything because Kim Seon-ah was actively punishing Ha Yoon, unlike before.
This allowed the two to stay close, which was a good thing, but Ha Yoon gritted her teeth and grumbled,
"C-can't you hit a little softer? It hurts like hell...!"
"I'm hitting as softly as I can. It's because you keep falling, Ha Yoon."
"You try being in my position! Who wouldn't fall! Ugh!"
As she spoke, she stumbled and fell again. Ha Yoon opened her tightly shut eyes and looked up, meeting Kim Seon-ah's gaze.
With a sly, curved smile in her eyes, Ha Yoon said awkwardly,
"You know? Softly, right? Oof!"
Smack! Unlike before, the palm carried a bit of emotion, bringing tears to her eyes.
And so the morning training ended. The following indoor session was much the same.
As Kim Seon-ah wiped Ha Yoon's face, dirtied from orally pleasuring the pussies of trainees who had made mistakes, she said,
"I heard from Teacher Gan that Teacher Choi is back."
"What the hell is that bastard's rush to return so soon?"
She had known his minor injury would let him return in a day, but hearing he'd actually done so made her sick to her stomach.
If it were me, I'd have taken a full week off. Needlessly diligent. As Ha Yoon grumbled like that, Kim Seon-ah asked,
"Aren't you worried, Ha Yoon?"
"About what?"
"Teacher Choi's back. He's probably sharpening his knife..."
"I know that much."
It wasn't that she wasn't worried and thus so calm. Worry wouldn't help anyway.
It was a kind of resignation. She'd sensed it was all over the moment she failed to kill Teacher Choi.
"It'll work out somehow."
At worst, probably something like the sensory-blocked orgasm torture from before. Ha Yoon muttered, trying to play it cool.
—
The time worrying about the afternoon passed, and the afternoon truly arrived. Ha Yoon swallowed hard under Teacher Choi's gaze looking down at her.
Would he kick her? Or use tools to force orgasms relentlessly? Maybe both. Certain her bones would break, Ha Yoon steeled herself for the violence to come.
Teacher Choi, seeing Ha Yoon's pale face staring at him, finally spoke.
"Hong Ryeon, bring a chair."
"Yes."
W-was he planning to beat her with a chair right from the start? Ha Yoon trembled at the sound of Hong Ryeon fetching the chair.
Thud.
"Eek!"
She let out a shrill scream at the chair placed right in front of her. But no blow came. After shivering with her face pressed to the ground, Ha Yoon cautiously lifted her head when nothing happened.
Teacher Choi didn't meet her eyes but looked at the other trainees and said,
"Generally, the ones you serve are men, but occasionally, you'll have to serve women too."
To women who felt sexual desire for their own sex, or those who took pleasure in abusing the weak. Satisfying them couldn't be solved by just clenching your pussy well. They lacked cocks, unlike men.
To please them required precise training with mouth and fingers. Feeling their wary glances, Teacher Choi pulled scissors from his shirt's breast pocket.
"Gasp..."
A faint red glint on the blades—the same scissors she'd used to stab him. He approached the gasping Ha Yoon with them in hand. This time he's really going to stab me. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the pain.
But again, no pain came. Snip-snip. A sense of liberation followed the cutting sounds. Cautiously opening her eyes, she saw her taped limbs freed.
"Stand up, Ha Yoon."
"Y-yes...!"
Dazed, she obeyed Teacher Choi's command. Her legs numb and wobbling, she struggled not to fall.
Looking up at Teacher Choi, who towered two heads taller, Ha Yoon shivered faintly. She couldn't fathom why he'd cut the tape binding her limbs.
Regardless, Teacher Choi grabbed her shoulders, turned her toward the trainees, pulled her close into his embrace, and said,
"As you all know, Ha Yoon's personality is utter trash. Arrogant, cruel, and selfish to the core."
"Y-yes?"
Caught off guard by the sudden character assassination, Ha Yoon stared blankly at Teacher Choi. But he wasn't done.
"If you encounter women to serve, you'll meet types like this. Maybe even crueler. Today, I'll teach you how to serve such people using Ha Yoon."
Then he pulled something from his pocket—a palm-sized syringe filled with translucent liquid. Ha Yoon asked in a terrified voice,
"W-wait, what's that...?"
"A drug that dulls sexual sensitivity. TS Victims are far more sensitive than normal women, so we use this to even it out."
"It's not drugs... right?"
"Of course, as you say, Ha Yoon, the ones you serve might use illegal drugs. But you have no choice. Become crippled from beatings or an addict—you're just their property."
Having swiftly bound her upper arm with a rubber band, Teacher Choi expertly found a vein and inserted the needle. Ha Yoon winced at the piercing pain.
Squish— As he pushed the plunger, the drug flowed into her body. Once he removed the rubber band, a chilling sensation spread from the injection site throughout her body.
"Ugh..."
Hugging herself in fear as the mysterious drug coursed through her, Ha Yoon wore a terrified expression. But after a few minutes with no odd reaction, she looked at Teacher Choi curiously.
"Move your arm."
At the order, Ha Yoon cautiously lowered her hugging arms. Teacher Choi reached out and grabbed her large breast.
"Ack!"
Without holding back, he squeezed hard, drawing a pained groan from Ha Yoon. But it didn't end there. He pressed the breast firmly, then yanked the nipple roughly. Each time, Ha Yoon shook her head, voicing her pain.
...Weird. It just hurts?
She questioned the lack of pleasure. Normally, even such rough handling would arouse a TS Victim's body, wetting her pussy. But now, her lower half was bone-dry. Only plain pain.
Had her sensitivity really dropped to normal levels? As Ha Yoon pondered, Teacher Choi, confirming the drug's effect, said,
"Ha Yoon, call the name of a trainee to serve you."
"A trainee to... serve?"
"You're the one receiving service now, handling TS Victims. You're familiar with it, so you can do it."
Ha Yoon's jaw dropped, blinking for a moment. Then, a mischievous grin spread as she whipped her head around and said,
"Hong Ryeon, come here!"
"That damned bitch..."
Hong Ryeon grumbled as if she'd expected it, but Ha Yoon just beamed.
It was time for revenge.