Chapter 49
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Reverse Service (2)
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After fetching a chair at Teacher Choi's command and sitting back down in her spot, Hong Ryeon gritted her teeth and rose to her feet at Ha Yoon's call.
Ha Yoon flashed a cheeky grin, utterly unfazed as Hong Ryeon marched over with heavy steps.
How much had she suffered at Hong Ryeon's hands since arriving here? Punches, kicks, and even the humiliation of having letters carved into her shoulder with a ballpoint pen.
Just yesterday, she'd been forced to carry two people on her back on Hong Ryeon's orders, enduring on her elbows and knees while drinking piss for hours.
It stung—not just the pain, but the injustice and rage of being dominated by someone who wouldn't have dared make a peep back when she was a man, back when she was a trainer.
But revenge had always been out of reach. By the time Ha Yoon adapted to this place, Hong Ryeon would long since have graduated and left.
So Teacher Choi's words felt like a once-in-a-lifetime golden opportunity to Ha Yoon.
'She's done for.'
Who would've thought this body could ever dominate another trainee?
It was a chance that wouldn't come twice. Ha Yoon planned to 'educate' her thoroughly this time—make sure she'd never defy her again.
As Ha Yoon mulled this over with a sinister smirk, Hong Ryeon loomed right in front of her, leaning in with a cocky stance and whispering down.
"Let me warn you upfront—don't think this is your big moment to go wild. Teacher Choi wouldn't just hand you a chance like this for no—ugh!"
Slap! Ha Yoon's hand cracked across her cheek. Hong Ryeon clutched her face, staring in disbelief, but Ha Yoon just tilted her chin up defiantly.
"Teacher Choi already said it—I'm the one receiving service. That means right now, I'm your owner. So you'd better watch your words from here on out."
Ha Yoon jabbed a finger at the swell of her breasts poking through her clothes. Hong Ryeon whipped her head toward Teacher Choi, as if seeking confirmation.
He didn't say a word—just crossed his arms and nodded.
It shouldn't have fazed her, but her face soured anyway.
"Oh? Can't control that expression?"
"...I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize. Just take the hit!"
Without hesitation, Ha Yoon lifted her foot and stomped down on Hong Ryeon's knee. Once wasn't enough to vent her frustration, so she hammered it down several more times.
Hong Ryeon clenched her teeth, stifling a scream successfully, but her leg buckled. She dropped to one knee with a wobble.
Staring down at Hong Ryeon's lowered head, Ha Yoon felt a rush of catharsis for the first time since entering Hope Education Academy.
The ten-centimeter height difference had always forced her to look up—now the tables had turned, letting her wash away months of pent-up resentment.
Ha Yoon let out an excited breath, settled back into the chair, crossed her legs, and addressed Hong Ryeon.
"You aren't tapping out already, are you? We haven't even started. If you collapse now, it'll be a problem. I've got a lot I want to make you do."
Beating her black and blue all day sounded tempting, but it wouldn't align with Teacher Choi's educational goals and would likely get halted midway.
So Ha Yoon intended to torment her strictly within the bounds Teacher Choi would allow.
Now, where to start? As she pondered, her eyes met Hong Ryeon's—she'd caught her breath and lifted her head.
Those eyes burned with thick resentment and fury. Normally, it would've made her flinch, but right now, it was perfect justification.
Ha Yoon smirked and raised her sole, slapping Hong Ryeon's cheek with light smacks.
"Why the glare? Dying to hit me back? Too bad—I'm the owner, and you're the slave."
"...I wasn't thinking—ugh."
"If you're gonna say that, at least keep those eyes open properly."
She pressed her sole firmly into the center of Hong Ryeon's face. Hong Ryeon ground her teeth.
It didn't hurt. The soft sole, free of calluses, felt warm and almost soothing against the slapped cheek.
But the humiliation burned. Her feet had been bare on the dusty floor moments ago, caked in grime with a faint, musky scent.
Above all, being pinned under Ha Yoon's foot was utterly degrading.
Still, Hong Ryeon endured and replied.
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
"That's a given. But is that your answer?"
Kim Seon-ah, watching from the side, pressed a hand to her forehead and sighed at the sight of Ha Yoon smugly grinding her sole into Hong Ryeon's face.
'How's she gonna handle the fallout acting like that?'
Jin Si-won, staring wide-eyed, felt the same.
'God, she's so infuriating.'
No wonder Hong Ryeon had ground her teeth in rage all this time. The moment her chance came, Ha Yoon was raking at everyone's nerves. Back when she was a man, it was obvious she'd have done the same.
If it'd happened to her, she might be burning with revenge like Hong Ryeon now...
...or maybe, surprisingly, enjoying it because it suited her tastes.
As Jin Si-won pondered seriously, Ha Yoon shoved Hong Ryeon's face away with her sole and propped her chin up.
"That's not how we do things here. Forgot already after just a few months?"
"..."
"Let's see... First, lick my feet clean? They're kinda dirty here."
The dust felt gross. At those words, Hong Ryeon squeezed her eyes shut, exhaled quietly, then opened them and spoke.
"Understood."
She slowly reached up, grasped the foot, parted her trembling lips, stuck out her tongue long, and licked up the sole.
In the same instant, her face was kicked away, and she toppled backward with a thud. Clutching her nose, Hong Ryeon glared at Ha Yoon as blood trickled through her fingers.
Instead of apologizing, Ha Yoon grumbled something else.
"Ack, that tickled."
The tongue on her sole had been unexpectedly itchy, making her leg jerk involuntarily.
Ha Yoon scratched her head awkwardly at the lingering sensation, then tilted her head at Hong Ryeon clutching her face.
"What're you doing? Not finishing?"
"...Just a second, my nose is bleeding."
"Handle that yourself. We've got a long way to go. Hurry up..."
Hong Ryeon seethed at the sight of Ha Yoon spreading her toes invitingly. Education be damned—she wanted to bite off every one of those tiny digits.
Do I even need to hold back? Killing this bitch would complete my revenge anyway. With that thought, Hong Ryeon lowered her hand from her nose.
Blood still dripped steadily, but she ignored it and stared at Ha Yoon.
"...What? Those eyes again? Want another hit?"
Ha Yoon had clearly forgotten her own suffering here, turning arrogant the instant she gained the upper hand—classic Ha Yoon. Fueled by that, Hong Ryeon lunged forward to snap off those toes.
If not for the hand grabbing her shoulder.
"Hong Ryeon, use this."
It was Baek So-ra. She was holding out the clothes she'd been wearing. But Hong Ryeon didn't need it.
After punishing Ha Yoon, a nosebleed would be the least of her worries.
She tried to shrug it off, but the grip tightened painfully. As her eyes narrowed, Baek So-ra whispered in her ear.
"Just hold on a little longer. We've still got a whole month here, right?"
Hong Ryeon halted her charge and turned to Baek So-ra.
Those turquoise eyes pierced right through her. After staring into them for a long moment, Hong Ryeon took the clothes and wiped her face.
The bleeding had already stopped in that brief time.
"...I'll help you wash those later."
"Sure."
Baek So-ra hugged the soiled clothes and retreated with quick steps, satisfied.
"How long you gonna make me wait? Dawn's gonna break at this rate."
Ha Yoon wiggled her foot impatiently. Fresh anger surged, but recalling Baek So-ra's words, Hong Ryeon approached again, took hold of the foot, and said.
"I'll do it right, so no more kicking."
"Depends on your performance."
Hong Ryeon took a deep breath at the teasing tone, then began licking carefully.
Unlike before, she went slowly over small areas. Ha Yoon giggled—Pffft—but didn't kick.
Once the sole was clean, Ha Yoon spoke.
"Don't forget the toes. One by one, nice and thorough, got it?"
"...Yes."
Hong Ryeon replied and took the big toe into her mouth.
She rolled it with her tongue and sucked gently. It didn't tickle, but it stirred something oddly arousing. Hong Ryeon licked and sucked each toe meticulously.
Ha Yoon's lips twitched as she watched. Once even the pinky was done, she rubbed her saliva-slick foot over Hong Ryeon's breasts and said.
"Good girl. Now the other one."
"Yes..."
Hong Ryeon gritted her teeth and repeated the process. Ha Yoon felt her own breathing grow ragged watching.
Weird—she'd never gotten excited by this as a man. Was it the drugs after all?
But Teacher Choi had said they dulled sexual sensitivity.
So this was pure perversion—her own nature getting her worked up.
'A masochist and a sadist. Anyone hearing this would call me a psycho slut.'
Ha Yoon chuckled to herself. Meanwhile, Hong Ryeon finished the other foot with a deep exhale and looked up.
"All... done."
"Yeah, that's my Hong Ryeon. Spotless."
"Thank you..."
Even as the sole pressed firmly into her chest, Hong Ryeon kept her voice steady.
"Now, make me satisfied on your own."
"...Pardon?"
"Figure out how to please me. Do I have to spell it out?"
Or you'll get punished if you fail. Hong Ryeon glanced at Teacher Choi.
She tried to, anyway—but the sole slapping her cheek forced her head back.
"Why look at Teacher Choi? Look at me. I'm your owner right now... right?"
"...Yes. My mistake..."
"Good. Now do it right."
Ha Yoon draped one leg over Hong Ryeon's shoulder with a languid expression. Hong Ryeon ground her teeth, dredging up memories.
How did Ha Yoon—Ha Seung-jin—like it?
It wasn't hard to recall. He'd always loved thrusting his dick into either hole.
But when ordered to take initiative as a trainee, he preferred starting from the bottom.
Hong Ryeon glanced at the leg on her shoulder, stuck out her tongue, and licked the soft calf.
"Eek!"
A ticklish giggle escaped.
Undeterred, Hong Ryeon licked upward past the knee still faintly bruised, over the protruding bone, to the tender inner thigh.
By then, the ticklish laughter had turned breathy and wet. Glancing up, she saw Ha Yoon flushed, staring down.
"Hah... hah..."
A slight shift in gaze revealed her pussy clenched tight and slick with arousal.
Getting this worked up from so little—even the sensitivity drugs couldn't hide her perversion.
Hong Ryeon sneered inwardly, finished lapping the inner thigh, and headed for the pussy.