Chapter 50
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Reverse Service (3)
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The tightly closed crevice was pried wide open by slender fingers.
A voice swallowing a gasp echoed from above her head, but Hong Ryeon let out a soft exhale as she gazed at the pale labia that matched the girl's light hair color.
"Hic…!"
Perhaps due to the sensitive situation stimulating her most delicate spot, Ha Yoon let out an aroused moan even from that fleeting touch, instinctively clamping her hand over her mouth.
It was the complete opposite of the confident demeanor she'd shown just moments ago.
Hong Ryeon sneered at the sight, stuck out her tongue long and flat, and slowly licked upward along the spread labia.
"Hngh…!"
Ha Yoon could no longer hold back and burst into a moan.
The sensation of soft, wet, and hot flesh lapping at her sex was utterly different from anything she'd felt as a man.
Even with her sensitivity reduced to that of an ordinary woman, it was this intense—what would it be like once she returned to normal? She couldn't even imagine.
Her waist trembled uncontrollably, her thighs twitching and trying to clamp shut on their own.
But this was only the beginning. Hong Ryeon smirked at the exaggerated reaction and pressed her extended tongue firmly against the protruding clit.
Then, using only the tip of her tongue, she stimulated it rapidly.
"Heek, hngh…!"
Ha Yoon's face twisted grotesquely under the crashing waves of pleasure.
She'll suffer more if she holds back, Hong Ryeon thought, then captured the now-swollen, erect clit between her lips and sucked it with a wet smack.
"Uh, ah…?"
In that instant, Ha Yoon felt fireworks exploding before her eyes. When she came to, she was clutching Hong Ryeon's head tightly with all her limbs.
She felt thighs slapping irritably against her, as if annoyed by the suffocation, but her body was rigid, unable to move an inch.
After a long while, once she'd finally calmed down, Hong Ryeon gasped for air and abruptly stood up. Her flushed face suggested she'd been holding her breath quite a bit.
Ha Yoon stared at her blankly, mouth agape. But Hong Ryeon ignored the gaze entirely, roughly wiped the love juices from her face with her hand, and turned to Teacher Choi.
"Isn't this enough?"
"Even with her sensitivity lowered to a normal woman's level, she came this quickly. Quite skilled, isn't she."
"She's graduating in a month. She has to perform at this level."
Of course, it was entirely thanks to Ha Yoon that Hong Ryeon could do this so well.
During the two months he'd been here, how much had she tangled with Baek So-ra and Ryu Jin-ah?
Even after Ha Yoon messed up, lost her trainer position, and left the academy, she'd kept having sex with Baek So-ra regularly.
She was already proficient with women. She didn't even need this kind of training.
But despite Hong Ryeon's words, Teacher Choi shook his head.
"The drug's effect lasts 30 minutes. There are still about 10 minutes left, and Ha Yoon, playing the majority owner role, hasn't said to stop."
"...So that means I have to keep servicing her for the remaining time unless Ha Yoon says to stop?"
"Exactly."
Hong Ryeon smiled at that.
"Understood."
At first, the idea of sexually servicing Ha Yoon had been utterly revolting, like death itself. It reminded her of when Ha Yoon was a man, and above all, it galled her to obey her commands.
But now? Ha Yoon was lost in the afterglow of climax, utterly helpless.
Her sensitivity, even reduced to a normal woman's level, had her body flushed and hypersensitive.
In essence, control had already shifted to her.
She had about 10 minutes to torment Ha Yoon. Hong Ryeon kicked the dazed girl over with her foot.
"Whoa?!"
Ha Yoon tumbled down with a thud, came to her senses while rubbing her ass, and whipped her head around to glare at Hong Ryeon.
"What the hell are you doing?! Wanna die?!"
She was still oblivious to the shift in power, screaming like that—it was downright comical.
Hong Ryeon sauntered over leisurely, then suddenly dropped low and pounced when close enough.
Startled by the sudden attack, Ha Yoon turned to flee, but it was too late. Hong Ryeon embraced her back and slammed her body down toward the floor.
"Urk!"
Against her will, Ha Yoon ended up staring at the ceiling. She thrashed to escape, but Hong Ryeon's legs tangled with hers, forcing them wide open and immobilizing her.
Exposed fully to the others, Ha Yoon flushed red and shrieked.
"You crazy bitch! Mmph!"
"Shh… Be quiet, now?"
Hong Ryeon clamped a hand over her mouth and carefully rose. Now Ha Yoon was trapped in her embrace, utterly restrained.
"I told you, didn't I? This is your chance—better not blow it. Teacher Choi wouldn't give a golden opportunity to just one person."
Ha Yoon shook her head violently at the whisper in her ear, but the strength gap was clear.
She's as stubborn as ever, Hong Ryeon muttered inwardly, sliding her free hand downward.
"Mmph-!"
Squelch— The drenched pussy easily accepted her fingers.
Ha Yoon writhed even harder at the invading sensation, but it wouldn't last. A little fingering, and she'd be moaning again in no time.
But simply servicing Ha Yoon like this wouldn't do. Hong Ryeon released her mouth and gripped her throat instead.
"Khek…!"
A choking gasp escaped, but she didn't loosen her grip. If anything, she squeezed harder as her fingers delved deeper.
Ha Yoon clawed at the arm around her neck, but the fingers plunging into her pussy quickly sapped her strength, leaving her limp.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—
"Hngk, hek, hnghek…"
Her face turned blue then red, eyes glazing over. Relentless fingering made pussy juices squirt out with a splurt.
It was practically rape, but Teacher Choi didn't intervene.
Some owners tormented their TS slave victims sadistically, while masochistic types enjoyed being tormented by those of lower status. And women who enslaved victims for sexual reasons tended toward the latter, unlike dominant men.
Of course, he wasn't completely hands-off.
"Hong Ryeon, if you're choking her, control the pressure. Normal women don't have your recovery, so wounds linger and heal slowly."
"Got it."
"Khurk! Huk! Haaak…!"
As if she'd never gripped hard, Hong Ryeon loosened at Teacher Choi's words, and Ha Yoon greedily sucked in air. Her throat stung enough to guess finger marks were embedded.
"Huk, ngh?!"
"Rested up now?"
But the breather was brief. Unlike before, Hong Ryeon wrapped her arm fully around the throat. Ha Yoon desperately wedged her hands in for space, but it was anticipated.
"Grk, ahak…!"
Her clit, now several times more swollen, was pinched and twisted, making Ha Yoon drop her raised hands like a fool.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—
"Nghaat, ngooh…!"
Her face contorted hideously under the nonstop fingering. Tongue lolling, panting like a beast—it looked utterly vulgar, no matter her beauty.
Hong Ryeon crooked her ravaging fingers to scrape the inner walls as she withdrew, sending Ha Yoon's body into violent spasms. Wordless screams as she squirted wildly.
Ignoring it, Hong Ryeon pinned the thrashing body and looked to Teacher Choi.
Her eyes asked if time was up; the answer was no.
Without hesitation, her hand went to the clit. She squeezed the squishy nub, twisted, yanked—like a child abusing a pacifier, manhandling it wildly.
Ha Yoon's body convulsed as if it couldn't take more. She fled the merciless fingers tormenting her sensitive spot, but they pursued relentlessly.
Even pressing her waist to the floor, or arching skyward in climax—they followed.
Fireworks exploded in her head again, and Ha Yoon realized something was wrong.
It had started with her ravaging Hong Ryeon, but somehow it had reversed.
Impossible as a man. He never relinquished control once seized. But as a victim, reversals happened often.
No, she could never seize control in the first place. Those once beneath her feet were always above her head when she snapped to.
She was forever underfoot—no one else ever was.
This time was no different. She'd thought she'd grabbed control, only for Hong Ryeon to steal it, leaving her throttled, legs pinned, clit brutally abused.
Why am I such a premature, oversensitive mess even with lowered sensitivity? The question hit as she climaxed again. She couldn't count how many.
Orgasms chained endlessly, like nonstop ejaculation, fireworks of pleasure unrelenting.
Lower body limp, bladder emptied, trembling legs and thrashing body, clit rigid and aching—still no end.
The sensitivity-lowering drug had worn off. And it had a side effect.
All pleasure felt during its duration returned doubled, redoubled. Ha Yoon felt her whole body as one giant clit. Even air brushing it triggered climax; sweat trickling did too.
She could no longer scream in human words. Rasping guttural cries, limbs splayed, body shuddering violently.
Then, with a pop, her vision blurred. Warm liquid trickled from her nose as Ha Yoon blacked out.