Chapter 66
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: Cigarette (2)
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"Damn bastard."
Ha Yoon forced her trembling legs to carry her toward the showers. Fortunately, she hadn't passed out from it, but after being creampied three times, her belly felt heavy.
On top of that, she hadn't gotten any proper rest, so her condition was in the worst shape possible. She desperately wanted to collapse right then and there and close her eyes, but she felt too filthy to just sleep it off like this.
'It'd be nice if Kim Seon-ah were here right now...'
"Hic... sob..."
"...What the hell is that noise?"
Groaning as she entered the showers, Ha Yoon perked up her ears at the sound of sobbing coming from somewhere inside. It seemed like there was someone already in one of the shower stalls.
She shuffled in, still naked, and spotted someone slumped in the corner of the shower room, crying their eyes out. Ha Yoon squinted at her for a long moment before finally speaking up as if she'd just realized who it was.
"Shin So-hyeon?"
"Hic... H-Ha Yoon? What are you doing here...?"
"What do you think? I'm here to take a shower. Ugh..."
Clutching her belly, Ha Yoon turned on the hot water. As the warm stream poured down over her head, she let out a long sigh and squatted down, spreading her flushed pussy open with her fingers.
When she pressed firmly on her abdomen, semen gushed out in a thick flood.
"Haa... fuu..."
'That fucker came so damn much.'
He hadn't pulled out even once while unloading, so she had no idea just how much he'd dumped inside her—but seeing it now, it really was a ridiculous amount.
As it kept pouring out in waves, she briefly worried about getting pregnant, but quickly realized what a stupid thought that was.
TS Victims didn't menstruate for at least a year after onset anyway. No periods meant no ovulation, so pregnancy simply wasn't a concern. She didn't know the exact reason why, but at least she didn't have to worry about it right now.
After a year passed, she'd probably ovulate and menstruate like any normal woman, which could lead to pregnancy—but that was a problem for future her.
As she emptied out the semen, Shin So-hyeon mumbled in a sniffly, teary voice.
"...You've got it rough too."
"If you're looking to lick each other's wounds, you've got the wrong girl."
"Wh-who said I wanted that...!"
"Then what?"
"Ugh...!"
Shin So-hyeon flinched at her words. Having drained all the semen from inside her, Ha Yoon stood up on wobbly legs and swept her wet hair back.
"I don't know what happened to you, and I don't care to. If you want comfort, go find someone else. Like Jin Si-won or whatever."
"Si-won unnie hasn't woken up yet..."
"I know. If Jin Si-won were around, you wouldn't be bawling your eyes out here alone."
"You really... No wonder Hong Ryeon hates you."
"Took you this long to figure it out?"
Ha Yoon stuck out her tongue mockingly. Shin So-hyeon trembled with rage.
Watching her like that somehow eased the despair she'd felt while getting railed by Teacher Park.
As Ha Yoon grinned and continued her shower, Shin So-hyeon muttered in a choked voice.
"Doesn't... doesn't it piss you off? Getting treated like this?"
"Of course it does. Every damn day here is shit, and I want to kill them all."
"Then just run away from this place! You're a Trainer, so you must know the layout of the academy like the back of your hand!"
"Sure, sure. Say I do run away like you want. Then what?"
"Then...!"
Shin So-hyeon trailed off, unable to continue, and hung her head. Ha Yoon giggled at the sight.
"Why can't you finish the story? 'The human rights activists will help me' or some bullshit like that? Though it'd be pretty funny coming from the ones who sold you out in the first place."
"..."
"Hey, I was a Trainer, so yeah, I know this place inside and out, just like you said. I know exactly what's here."
Where the CCTVs were, which spots were blind, where the fences had holes. She'd worked here for four years—how could she not know?
Shin So-hyeon lifted her head at Ha Yoon's words. Seeing hope flicker in those dark eyes, Ha Yoon cut her off before she could speak.
"But why haven't I escaped? That's because I was a Trainer too."
"...What do you mean?"
"You know what happens to girls who get caught trying to escape from here?"
She didn't. There was no way she would. Stories like that never made it to the news or human rights groups. And even if they had, a low-level grunt like Shin So-hyeon wouldn't have heard them.
Ha Yoon stepped closer to the clueless girl and expertly swept her leg, knocking her to the floor. Shin So-hyeon yelped in pain as she hit the ground and looked up at her.
"Ack! What the hell was that?!"
"First, they chop off your legs."
"...What?"
"So you can never walk again. You tried to run off on your own, after all. Next time, they break your arms."
"It hurts! That hurts!"
Shin So-hyeon screamed as Ha Yoon ground her heel into her arm, but Ha Yoon kept talking.
"Even if they break your arms, you heal in about a week—but without proper treatment, that week is pure agony. So they lock you in solitary for it, no food, no water."
Shin So-hyeon just groaned in response. Ha Yoon twisted her foot back and forth on the arm as she continued.
"By the end of that week, even the fiercest bitch turns into a meek little lamb. Begging for food, spreading her pussy and whining that she doesn't want the pain anymore. Sure, if you behave, you might get to be a Trainee again—but anyone who's tried to escape once can never be a Trainee again."
Criminals in society got prison time, but at least they had a shot at re-entering society eventually.
Trainees didn't get that chance. One mistake, one sin, and it was over for them. Ha Yoon leaned down toward Shin So-hyeon, whose face was pressed to the floor.
"So what do you think happens to a TS Victim who can't be a Trainee anymore?"
"They... die?"
"You remembered what I said, huh? Well, technically, they don't die. It'd be a waste to just throw away a pretty, sturdy Sex Slave like the rest of us Victims."
"Then...?"
"Keep listening. Once you get out of solitary, they take that arm you still have and saw it off without anesthesia. You feel every bit of your flesh tearing and the terror of losing your last limb."
Shin So-hyeon gasped. Now she finally understood what "escape means death" really entailed. Grinning wickedly, Ha Yoon went on.
"And just like that, you've got yourself an onahole with just a pussy and mouth left. The way they treat Victims like that is way worse than what we go through now. They're kept in boxes barely big enough for their limbless bodies, pulled out only when needed."
"That's... a human rights violation...!"
"And this is any different?"
Ha Yoon truly believed it. They had no rights either way—now or then.
But at least now they were treated like sentient beings. That way? They were nothing but objects.
"Me kicking you and stepping on you right now? That's nothing compared to that. So this is your last warning: quit dreaming about escaping."
"...And if I don't want to?"
"Then don't."
"What?"
"What, you think I'd desperately try to stop you?"
Ha Yoon sneered down at the dumbfounded girl staring up at her.
"I don't give a shit if you get caught escaping and lose your limbs, or if you manage to hole up somewhere. I'm only warning you because I hate watching a dumb bitch do something stupid."
"Ugh..."
"You wanted directions, right? Check behind the admin office where the Trainers hang out. There's a hole in the chain-link fence there. No CCTV, so you can only spot it with your own eyes—and as you know, nights get busy for the Trainers. If you're gonna run, aim for then."
If you're confident you won't get caught, that is. Ha Yoon muttered to herself as she lifted her foot. Then, as if their conversation had never happened, she resumed her shower.
Ignoring Shin So-hyeon's gaze as she sat there rubbing her stomped arm.
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It was evening, but the dorm was still steeped in a heavy gloom.
Everyone had come to their senses shortly after returning to the dorm, but after all the abuse they'd endured, most of them were still unsteady on their feet.
Ha Yoon, who had showered and gone straight to bed, was no exception. Sitting there with a blank expression, she muttered to herself.
"I could really go for a smoke..."
Maybe because she'd smoked one there, or because she was suddenly aware of having cigarettes available—or who knew—but her old cravings as a pack-a-day smoker were creeping back.
If this were right after arriving here, in a completely new body that had never touched one, or if she'd just been missing the equipment, these thoughts wouldn't have hit her.
'Come to think of it, I've got one saved.'
Should she smoke it after dinner? Ha Yoon scratched her head, considered it, then shook her head.
No way was she wasting something she'd gone through hell to get after less than a day. She should save it for when she absolutely needed it, when she had no choice.
...But today had been rough, so maybe tomorrow she'd start being good.
"What're you fretting about?"
"Oh, Kim Seon-ah."
Ha Yoon looked up at Kim Seon-ah. The girl usually had endless stamina and never showed fatigue, but even she looked shadowed after her first civilian service duty.
"Nothing much. Just... debating whether to do something or not."
"They say if you're hesitating between doing it or not, don't do it. But what is it? Nothing weird, right?"
"It's not weird. More importantly, you okay?"
"Honestly? Not great. My memories are kinda fuzzy..."
From the looks of it, she'd been drugged too, knowingly or not. As Ha Yoon sighed and shook her head, she suddenly felt arms wrap around her.
"...What the—?"
"I don't remember much, but it feels like you were desperately looking for me."
"Wh-when did I ever—mmph."
Come to think of it, Han Seol-ah had said she'd cried out Kim Seon-ah's name while drunk and drugged.
Blushing as she recalled it, Ha Yoon felt Kim Seon-ah nuzzle her cheek against her head and speak up as if remembering something.
"Oh, you know what? So-hyeon met the head of that human rights group she used to work for."
"The head?"
"He was one of the service targets, apparently."
"And who told you that? Let me guess—Jin Si-won."
Instead of answering, Kim Seon-ah squished her cheeks and nodded.
'The human rights group leader was a VIP. Hilarious.'
Preaching about TS Victim rights on the surface while shaking their ass behind closed doors. Then again, the ones who'd sold out Shin So-hyeon weren't exactly saints—their leader wouldn't be either.
Human rights types were never normal anyway.