Chapter 51
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: Masturbation
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“Why do you keep charging in like that?”
At Kim Seon-ah's scolding, Ha Yoon hung her head low and said nothing. It was quite ridiculous even from her own perspective.
She'd started off so full of vigor, only to end up with her throat choked and climaxing over and over. The image of Hong Ryeon sneering as she walked away when Ha Yoon finally came to her senses was still burned into her mind.
As she ground her teeth in frustration, a stream of warm water suddenly poured down from above, startling her into a yelp.
“Hot-hot-!”
“Huh? Is it too hot?”
“N-no, it's not hot... the drug's effects are still lingering...”
“Oh, oh, that.”
Ha Yoon hurriedly made excuses as Kim Seon-ah checked the shower temperature, her face turning awkward in an instant. The aphrodisiac-lowering drug that Teacher Choi had used—she'd only learned after class that it had side effects.
Apparently, the pleasure felt while under its effects came back several times over. For a while, her body would be hypersensitive, much like right after climax.
Of course, neither Teacher Choi nor the other trainers would give trainees something harmless. They administered single-dose drugs that wouldn't cause lasting damage anyway.
In any case, Ha Yoon's body was excessively sensitive as a result. Even lukewarm water felt scorching to her.
She couldn't exactly douse herself in cold water either. It would surely feel like icy blades slicing into her skin.
Kim Seon-ah knew this too, so after a moment of contemplation, she spoke with resolve.
“Just bear with it a little. I'll wash you quickly.”
“No, no, wait a sec—gyaaah-!”
“Did those girls rent out the whole shower room or what...”
Yoon Se-rin muttered in disbelief at Ha Yoon's screams echoing through the showers.
Such a minor mishap aside, the day's routine came to a safe end. Ha Yoon carefully continued her four-limbed crawl, now somewhat accustomed to it, and asked Kim Seon-ah,
“Are you heading to that guy again today?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
The fact that Kim Seon-ah had made some kind of deal with Teacher Gan to lighten Ha Yoon's punishment was practically common knowledge. More than half the trainees knew about it.
The only ones who might not were Shin So-hyeon, Yoon Se-rin, and Han Su-ah. Thinking this, Kim Seon-ah spoke to Ha Yoon, who looked troubled for no reason.
“No need to worry. Teacher Gan's a bit grumpy, but he treats me decently in his own way.”
“Treats you decently? That bastard?”
“Yeah, well. Not as bad as I thought?”
Honestly, it wasn't as brutal as she'd braced herself for. From the stories, she'd expected fingernail-pulling or burning tortures, but the worst was hours of nonstop orgasms.
Of course, that was still grueling, but compared to her fears, it was manageable.
“So you don't need to feel sorry or anything. It was my choice, and besides... nah, maybe I don't need to say it.”
“If you say so, I won't push... but...”
Ha Yoon mumbled hesitantly.
“Still, if it gets too tough, tell me. I might not be able to help, but I can at least comfort you...”
“You know I want to show this version of you to the Ha Yoon I first met, right?”
“What the heck, dude.”
Ha Yoon turned her head away in embarrassment at Kim Seon-ah's giggling. As she'd said, Ha Yoon knew she'd changed a lot since the beginning.
But she had no choice. Trying to protect her old self here would only bring pain.
'And I was the one who tormented those girls the best back then...'
It was ironic, really. As a man, she'd shattered the trainees' outside identities, yet here she was, unable to endure and changing herself.
“Hyup?!”
“Ah, sorry. Didn't mean to startle you.”
Lost in thought, a sudden hand gliding down her back made her shriek in surprise.
Kim Seon-ah thought Ha Yoon was getting good at feminine squeals now, but waved her hands at the glaring girl.
“The drug's effects are still there, right? Don't you need to take care of it before trainer duty?”
“You could've just said so—why scratch my back?”
She couldn't admit it was because the reaction was funny. Even with Ha Yoon's guilt, she'd surely flip out.
“Take care of it, huh...”
Regardless of Kim Seon-ah's thoughts, Ha Yoon muttered and sighed deeply. The way to resolve the aphrodisiac-lowering drug's side effects was simple: keep releasing until the effects wore off.
Via masturbation, sex, whatever. Of course, it would fade naturally over time, but tonight was the issue.
She couldn't thrash in bed, waking from sheets brushing her skin or soaking the bedding. As Kim Seon-ah said, she needed to handle it somehow. But how?
Sex? Not even worth considering. To do that, she'd have to go to the trainers and act coy—adapt or not, she wasn't that desperate.
Rubbing against other trainees was an option, but besides Kim Seon-ah right there, no suitable partner came to mind.
Jin Si-won wanted to, but that was off-limits, and Ha Yoon had no desire for that with her yet anyway.
That left masturbation, but honestly, even that wasn't easy. Five days as a victim and trainee: she'd been fucked countless times and serviced others, but never touched herself.
'Masturbation seems the lesser evil, though...'
At least she could control that. After agonizing, Ha Yoon sighed heavily and muttered,
“I'll... handle it with masturbation...”
“Do you know how?”
“I'm not a kid. Think I don't know that much?”
Even without experience as a woman, she'd poked enough holes with these fingers—dozens, hundreds.
A pussy was a pussy, even if it was hers. The method shouldn't differ... Ha Yoon thought, then realized something.
“But in this state, I can't even masturbate, let alone use my hands?”
Still under pet punishment, limbs bound tight, walking on joints. Moving her arms only let her slap her huge breasts uselessly.
She might have masochistic tendencies, but she wasn't crazy enough to get off on self-abuse. Probably.
So, for masturbation, she needed help. Or someone to untie and retie her. And only one person fit.
Reaching that conclusion, Kim Seon-ah awkwardly said the same.
“...Shall we move somewhere else?”
“Yeah...”
When the hell does this punishment end?
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“Why here of all places?”
The two arrived at the Multi-Purpose Practice Room A—the site of yesterday's Hong Ryeon trio fiasco.
“No better spot I know. This one's secluded enough from yesterday, and no one should come...”
“But Hong Ryeon might.”
“Ah.”
Kim Seon-ah belatedly realized, letting out an exclamation.
“Jeez.”
“What... she probably won't. They've got stuff to do.”
“Stuff? They're as idle as us.”
Hong Ryeon handled roll call, but beyond that, she had nothing.
Roll call started as trainers dumping tasks on idle trainees—not a big deal.
Just checking numbers morning and night. Otherwise, same as any trainee.
“Still, they've got their own group stuff.”
“Come to think of it, Ryu Jin-ah was off on her own all day today, huh?”
Hong Ryeon stuck with Baek So-ra, but kept distance from Ryu Jin-ah. Probably fallout from yesterday.
“That girl looked like a dog that lost its owner—hilarious.”
She'd expected it when Ha Yoon blocked her, but seeing her slump was funny.
As Ha Yoon chuckled recalling it, Kim Seon-ah, peeling tape, gave a pitiful look.
“Don't laugh at others' misfortune. Besides, Ryu Jin-ah got that way trying to help you.”
“Hmph, she helped Hong Ryeon torment me before, so it evens out.”
“But she apologized later, unlike you.”
“Whose side are you—gyaaah!”
Riiip— The tape pulling skin made Ha Yoon scream and roll. Normally a sting, it felt like flesh tearing.
“Ow, does it hurt that much?”
“Felt like my skin was ripping! You did that on purpose?!”
“Why would I? And ripping fast hurts less than slow.”
“W-wait! Kyaaak!”
Riiip-riip— Tape torn off in seconds, Ha Yoon shivered, hugging her freed arms. Her body burned like it'd been scorched.
“You devilish bitch...”
“Who's the devil? Anyway, wanna start now?”
“Start what...?”
“Masturbating, duh.”
Kim Seon-ah said casually, hand on hip.
“...You know, even if it's true, some things need tact.”
“You're saying that to me...?”
“No, it's weird, but 'masturbate' and all...”
You weren't the type to say that. Ha Yoon's look made Kim Seon-ah shrug.
“You're not the only one who's changed here. So, you doing it or what? If it's hard, I can help...”
“No need?!”
Ha Yoon yelled, face flushed.