Chapter 65
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Cigarette
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Vroom—the smooth exhaust note of the van gliding along the road.
"Mm…."
Ha Yoon slowly opened her eyes at the sound.
Where am I…?
The question flashed through her mind for an instant, but she soon realized this was the inside of the minivan she'd ridden in on the way to community service.
"Ugh…!"
Ha Yoon struggled to shove off the person collapsed atop her like a blanket and looked around.
Half-naked girls were sprawled haphazardly over the seats. All of them had their eyes closed, either passed out or fast asleep, not stirring in the slightest.
She probably looked no different from them until she'd regained consciousness.
"Uwgh…! Haa, ah…!"
As that thought crossed her mind, her head began to throb like it might split open. Ha Yoon clutched at it and let out a stifled scream.
It wasn't just her head that hurt. Every inch of her body ached so badly it was almost unbelievable she'd only just noticed. Her lower holes hurt the worst of all.
What the hell did they do to my body to make it hurt this much? Tears welled up from the pain, and Ha Yoon panted for breath. At the same time, fragmented memories from the day before floated to the surface.
In those memories, she was screaming in ecstasy without a moment's rest. She'd been impaled countless times on Woo Shin-hyung's massive cock, toyed with relentlessly by Han Seol-ah, flailing in waves of pleasure.
The most horrifying part was that the candy Han Seol-ah had given her must have been some kind of drug, too—it kept her from passing out or losing consciousness no matter what they did to her.
Because of that, Ha Yoon had felt the impulse to just die amid that hellish sea of pleasure. The endless ecstasy had gnawed away at her mind.
Even now, not all the memories had fully resurfaced, probably due to the drug's aftereffects. If they all came back, she'd have a hard time staying sane.
Ha Yoon wiped the nosebleed trickling down and lifted her weary face.
If only I'd woken up in the dorm instead of here.
It was already cramped enough without the trainees sprawled out like corpses around her. Whether from the drug's side effects or not, her head pounded and her stomach churned—she felt like vomiting right then and there.
But if she did it here, she wouldn't even be able to rest once they got back. Ha Yoon clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle a dry heave and lolled her head back limply.
Her gaze drifted to the trainee she'd pushed off her body.
Shin So-hyeon, huh.
She'd figured it was either her or Baek So-ra based on their similar builds when shoving her off, and sure enough, it was Shin So-hyeon. Her ever-present glasses were nowhere to be seen, leaving her bare face marred by bruises everywhere.
Her assigned VIP must have had quite the sadistic streak. Looking closer, she could see more bruises peeking out from under her fresh clothes, not just on her face.
They'd linger for weeks on a normal person, but as a TS victim, they'd fade fast by the time they reached the academy.
"Haa…."
Once they got back to the academy, she'd crash immediately. With that thought, Ha Yoon closed her eyes.
Of course, closing her eyes didn't make the nausea go away.
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The minivan finally pulled to a stop some time later. Despite the elapsed time, Ha Yoon was still the only trainee awake.
Teacher Park and Teacher Choi, seated up front, got out and began hoisting the trainees over their shoulders one by one, carrying them into the dorm.
Ha Yoon, who was at least somewhat functional, climbed out on her own and leaned against the van with a sigh. Breathing the fresh air after escaping the stuffy confines eased her churning stomach a bit.
"You're awake."
"…Yeah."
As she stood there, Teacher Choi approached. She'd half-expected him to order her around, but he just silently carried on with the trainees.
Teacher Park did the same. It was like they'd rehearsed it—the exact same words, then straight back to hauling girls inside.
She figured they were leaving her alone because of the exhaustion from community service and it being a mandatory rest day, but it didn't seem like that was the reason.
With Teacher Choi carrying the last trainee inside and Teacher Park driving off to park, Ha Yoon was left alone. Suddenly, she patted herself down as if remembering something.
Han Seol-ah's "gift"—the cigarettes and lighter—came to mind. But the oversized T-shirt barely covering her lower half had no pockets.
…She said to leave three.
She had no desire to obey, but if she didn't have exactly three left next time they met, she'd be punished for sure.
Grimacing, Ha Yoon let out a sigh.
"Oh! Good thing you haven't taken them yet."
"Teacher… Park?"
She was about to head to the dorm and crash as planned when Teacher Park came jogging back from parking, calling out in relief. Ha Yoon eyed him warily.
Ignoring her, he rummaged in his pocket and pulled something out.
"Here. The VIP assigned to you insisted I give this to you."
"This is…."
It was the cigarettes she'd just been looking for—a small box labeled "Red" and the lighter. As Ha Yoon reached out, her open hand suddenly clenched into a fist and shot upward.
She glared—what the hell?—and Teacher Park grinned.
"You know smoking's forbidden for trainees, right?"
"…I know, but this was a gift from the VIPs…."
"Even VIPs can't interfere with academy policy."
He opened the box, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with the lighter. Smoke billowed out. Eighteen left now.
"Reds, huh. Your taste, right? I prefer Golds myself."
"What do you want? …."
"No need for that weird formal speech when it's just us."
"Spit it out. What do you want?"
"There he is—Ha Seung-jin, the real you."
Teacher Park chuckled and exhaled another plume of smoke—right into Ha Yoon's face.
Her eyes watered from the stinging haze, but she glared harder, refusing to back down. Undeterred by her stare, he continued.
"Nothing much. Just heard something amusing."
"Amusing? What…."
"You have to leave three for next time you meet the VIPs, right?"
"How did you—never mind."
No need to ask. Either Woo Shin-hyung or Han Seol-ah had tipped him off. She'd thought it suspicious from the moment they handed it over as a "gift," but to think they'd set this up.
As Ha Yoon ground her teeth, Teacher Park snickered and took another drag.
"Tsk, you shouldn't snatch gifts from VIPs like that. You know they never give anything out of kindness."
"How could I not take it when they offered?"
"Fair point."
It might come with strings attached, but refusing would be rejecting their "goodwill," guaranteeing hell later.
No matter their intentions, trainees serving them had no real choice.
Teacher Park knew that full well. He was just screwing with her.
"Not saying I'll make it impossible, though. I'll let you have one when you're with me."
"…And the price?"
"Price? What price?"
"You're not doing me favors for free."
He wouldn't overlook policy violations without something in return. Hell, a trainer giving a trainee any leeway was suspicious to begin with.
Trainers were kings in the academy, VIP gifts or no.
Teacher Park took a final deep drag, flicked the butt away, and spoke.
"Obviously not for free. Let's play a simple game."
"Game?"
"When you want a smoke, come find me. Make me cum, and you get one."
"…Make you cum?"
"But only if you do it before you climax three times."
One ejaculation before three orgasms. It sounded advantageous at first. Use her mouth and hands—no pussy involved—and she wouldn't cum at all.
But Teacher Park had the strongest stamina of the three trainers, fucking for so long it bordered on boring. Though he could finish quick if he wanted.
Could she really make him cum with just technique, no pussy? Seemed impossible.
"…And if I refuse?"
"No skin off my back. I'll just smoke them all."
"Tch."
She'd probed just in case, but no surprise there. Ha Yoon clicked her tongue, and Teacher Park added:
"Accept the game, and I won't touch them otherwise. No worries."
"Otherwise?"
"I said one cig if you make me cum before three orgasms, right? Fail, and I smoke it."
Figures. Ha Yoon swept back her hair with a sigh.
"What if I accept but don't come?"
"Then the game's off, right? You come four times a week. No exceptions."
Four times a week… They'd redraw assignments in a month, so minimum sixteen visits. He'd smoked one already—eighteen left.
All failures meant only two left, breaking Han Seol-ah's "leave three" order. Had he planned that, too? Ha Yoon stared at him in disbelief.
"…You sneaky bastard."
"Sneaky? Call it smart. Anyway, I'm horny now. Cool?"
"W-what? Horny how?"
"Don't play dumb. Haven't cum in two days—dick's aching. I'll save you one cig, so blow me."
"Wait, I'm not in good shape right n—ngh…!"
Squelch—the sensation of his cock plunging into her pussy snapped her head back.
Damn bastard. At least do foreplay before you shove it in.