Chapter 56
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: Reunion
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Following the man in the suit, they arrived at an incredibly spacious room—one large enough to easily accommodate thirteen people without issue.
"You can change into your outfits here."
At the man's words, Kim Seon-ah whispered with a puzzled look on her face.
"Outfits? What the hell does that mean?"
"This isn't the academy, and we're entertaining VIPs. They can't send us out in these sackcloth rags."
"But outfits... where would they even...?"
Kim Seon-ah's words trailed off unfinished. The man had wheeled in a rack loaded with clothes.
No, before that—could those even be called clothes? Ha Yoon grimaced and muttered under her breath.
"No idea whose idea this was, but damn, they went full pervert with the order."
The garments hanging on the rack were what people called bunny girl outfits.
But they were completely different from standard bunny girl costumes.
Starting from the chest down, they were made of a transparent material that fully exposed the stomach and lower abdomen. The coverage below was so minimal that even a slight mishap might reveal her pussy or clit.
Ha Yoon wasn't the only one stunned by the shocking design—groans of dismay rose from here and there. Teacher Gan clapped his hands to quiet the commotion and spoke up.
"Alright, enough fooling around. Hurry up and get changed. The citizens are waiting for their service, after all."
Under Teacher Gan's mediation, the trainees approached the man one by one to receive their outfits. Fortunately, everyone got sizes that fit perfectly, avoiding any mishaps with ill-fitting clothes.
They must have handed over the measurements from the body scans. Ha Yoon gritted her teeth as she changed.
Since it was a corset-style outfit requiring help from someone else, she and Kim Seon-ah assisted each other.
As a finishing touch, they pulled white stockings up over their thighs, resulting in an appearance that was utterly depraved.
Ha Yoon glanced at herself in the mirror and felt her face flush involuntarily. The high heels made her taller, improving her proportions compared to usual.
Of course, the heels also made her walk wobble like a drunkard, but after some practice, she figured she could manage decently.
"Hm?"
In the mirror, she noticed someone fidgeting restlessly.
Upon closer look, it was Ryu Jin-ah. She still hadn't dressed properly and was frantically trying to hold up the slipping outfit.
Why was she still struggling like that? Did she not have anyone to help her?
Normally, she could've just helped each other with Hong Ryeon and Baek So-ra...
'Come to think of it, things have been awkward between those three lately.'
Realizing it a bit late, Ha Yoon called out to her.
"Hey, Ryu Jin-ah."
"Uh, y-yeah? W-what?"
"Come here."
Ha Yoon crooked her finger, and though Ryu Jin-ah looked displeased, she shuffled over anyway.
Ha Yoon turned Ryu Jin-ah's body around and pulled up the zipper on her back while saying,
"You still getting the cold shoulder?"
"W-who's fault is that?!"
"Yours, obviously."
Wasn't it obvious? Ha Yoon harbored no real lingering feelings toward the three of them anyway. If they hadn't picked fights from the start, they never would've crossed paths.
If they hadn't gone out of their way to mess with her, seeking revenge and all that nonsense—then playing the rescuer while denying it—they wouldn't have drifted apart.
"Self-inflicted wounds from the get-go. Shouldn't have begged to be saved."
"Y-you... How dare you say that...? And if I hadn't saved you—"
"Kim Seon-ah would've. You three would've been hauled off by the trainers for punishment."
"Ugh..."
Unable to deny it, Ryu Jin-ah dropped her head and bit her lip. Ignoring her, Ha Yoon tightened the outfit so it wouldn't slip and said,
"There, done. Consider this payback for saving you?"
"...Do whatever you want."
Ryu Jin-ah muttered that and stormed off.
What an ungrateful bitch. After Ha Yoon helped her for once, she watched Ryu Jin-ah's retreating back—
"Oh ho~ Everyone's here already!"
The door burst open, and a plump-faced man entered. One trainee was still half-naked, in the middle of changing, but he nonchalantly wiped his profuse sweat with a handkerchief and approached the trainers.
"Teacher Choi, Teacher Gan. Everyone made it on time. I was worried you'd be late."
"We trainers are always punctual, aren't we?"
"Heh heh, indeed."
Seeing their familiar exchange, Kim Seon-ah approached curiously and asked,
"Who's that guy?"
"Kim Sang-cheol, director of Hope Education Academy."
"Whoa, the director?"
She blurted out in surprise, but Ha Yoon regarded the pig-like man in human form—Director Kim—with a familiar expression.
She already knew the academy director would show up for civilian service duty.
This was a chance to meet the city's influential figures, after all. It was the dozenth or hundredth time; pretending otherwise would be tough.
"Haha... Oh, right. I heard there's a new trainee named Teacher Ha among the latest batch?"
Ah, shit. Ha Yoon scowled deeply just as Director Kim's beady eyes darted around, scanning the trainees.
They landed precisely on Ha Yoon among the two unfamiliar faces, and he smiled with his eyes while raising a hand.
"That sour-faced trainee over there must be Teacher Ha."
"As expected of you, Director. Sharp eyes."
"Heh heh, I have a good eye for people. So, Teacher Ha—or should I say, what's your name now?"
"Ha Yoon."
"Ah, so you're Ha Yoon the ex-teacher? I wanted to see you anyway. Come here, trainee Ha Yoon."
Ha Yoon wanted nothing more than to refuse, but she dragged her unwilling feet over to Director Kim and Teacher Gan.
Director Kim eyed her up and down in the sheer bunny girl outfit and said,
"You've turned into quite the alluring woman, Teacher Ha."
"...Thank you."
At the response, Director Kim blinked in brief surprise before patting Ha Yoon's head.
"Heh heh. Not like you at all to be so meek. Normally, you'd be snapping back. Must be thanks to the trainers' education, eh?"
"You're too kind."
"Anyway. The reason I called trainee Ha Yoon is because of a specific request."
"A specific... request?"
Ha Yoon, fantasizing about smashing the greasy lump petting her head, widened her eyes at the word.
It was her first civilian service—how could anyone request her specifically? And single her out, no less.
Under that gaze, Director Kim cleared his throat and said,
"Someone who knew trainee Ha Yoon from before the transformation... A VIP mentioned knowing you. You could've said something sooner."
"No, I have no idea what you're talking about..."
"Hm? But they spoke as if they knew you very well..."
Even so, nothing came to mind. Back when she was Ha Seung-jin, not Ha Yoon, she'd never even met these so-called VIPs.
With a blank stare, Director Kim gave up questioning further.
"Well, if you don't know, nothing to be done. Alright, trainees?"
All the trainees, changed and waiting, turned to Director Kim at his call.
The pig, receiving nine pairs of eyes, rubbed his jowls and said,
"Shall we go? Time to serve the citizens."
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The elevator heading to the upper floors carried the initial black-suited man, Director Kim, and the nine trainees.
'Fucking sweat stench.'
Ha Yoon pinched her nose and grimaced. Even standing still, Director Kim's dripping body odor choked her.
The other trainees and the suited man were no different, coughing awkwardly and loosening their choking neckties.
"Ha Yoon... I think I'm gonna suffocate."
"Just hold on a bit. We'll be there soon."
Ha Yoon looked up at the indicator light as Kim Seon-ah leaned on her shoulder, mumbling woozily.
47th floor. With a clear ding, the doors opened, filling the elevator with fresh, cool air.
"Huff..."
The suited man near the front gasped greedily and exited, followed by Director Kim and the trainees.
The party venue was vast. The space could hold at least two hundred, yet only about twenty people mingled, chatting or clinking glasses over drinks.
Ha Yoon had expected a raucous VIP bash, but it was surprisingly subdued. The music echoing through the hall was classical, making it feel more like an intimate gathering than a party.
"Has Director Kim arrived?"
"Oh—President Hong!"
As Ha Yoon glanced around, a tall, handsome man approached and greeted them.
Director Kim bowed low, belly protruding unheeded, nearly touching the ground.
"How have you been?"
"Same as always. Please take good care of us today."
"Of course."
Director Kim chuckled.
"Like last time, one by one?"
"With this many, as I mentioned, everyone together except for the one pre-requested."
"Ah, right, right. Trainee Ha Yoon?"
"Yes?"
"Over here."
Ha Yoon approached when abruptly called, and Director Kim placed a hand on her exposed shoulder.
"This is Ha Yoon. She even worked as one of our trainers before."
"Ho, quite the unique background. From trainer to trainee at the same place."
"Tell me about it."
Ha Yoon twitched her eyebrow at the chuckling voice. But showing displeasure here gained her nothing, so she bowed her head to hide her face.
It was futile, though—her chin was soon gripped and lifted. President Hong appraised her face this way and that, then muttered regretfully.
"Hmm, such a shame. If you hadn't been requested ahead of time, I'd have taken you..."
"..."
"Can't be helped. Ha Yoon, right? Go to that person sitting over there. That's who you'll be serving today."
"Understood."
Ha Yoon bowed her head and turned, wobbling in her unfamiliar heels across the red wine-colored carpet toward the sofa where only the back of a head was visible. She took a deep breath and said,
"...Thank you for requesting me. I'm Ha Yoon, assigned to civilian service duty for the day—"
"You little—"
"...brat."
Ha Yoon frowned as a woman popped her head out from behind the backrest.
A woman with long, straight black hair. She definitely seemed familiar, but Ha Yoon couldn't place where from.
As she stared uncertainly, the woman grinned widely.
"You rape me that brutally and you don't remember? It's me, Han Seol-ah!"
"...Han Seol-ah?"
"Your memory like a goldfish? Say something, Master."
"Ugh, such a pain..."
As Ha Yoon's expression soured at Han Seol-ah's barb, the man whose back she'd seen turned to look.
Finally seeing his face, Ha Yoon visibly panicked and pointed accusingly.
"Y-you guys...!"
"We go way back, right?"
Her betrayer sex slave and her owner. The two smiled brightly and greeted her.