Chapter 7
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Parade Ground Run (2)
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“Isn't it over since someone fell?”
One of the trainees muttered in dissatisfaction.
It wasn't wrong. Teacher Park always signaled the end of the long run by pouncing on the first straggler. Hong Ryeon glanced back and forth between the collapsed Ha Yoon and Teacher Park before turning her head away.
“It's fine. If he says run, we run. That's the rule, isn't it?”
The trainees recalled the order: obey every command from a trainer. They each let out a sigh and began running.
Watching the trainees take off, Ha Yoon exhaled harshly. She couldn't remember ever feeling this drained in her life. She'd never lacked stamina before, yet just a gender swap had turned her into this.
Despairing. That was the thought running through Ha Yoon's mind when a shadow fell over her head. It was Teacher Park, who had descended from the platform and approached her.
“Ha-ssi, you okay?”
“Huff... huff...!”
She wanted to snap that this didn't look okay to him, but even that was a luxury she couldn't afford. More than anything, what terrified Ha Yoon was the certainty that Teacher Park wasn't approaching out of kindness.
Teacher Park—real name Park Jin-won—was an ex-sergeant with a soldier's sturdy build and endless stamina. He'd been a high school track athlete, so the military suited him perfectly.
Put another way, he was a man born with an insanely virile nature. He'd thrown in his resignation right after committing to long-term service and left the army to become a trainer at the academy—all for the chance to fuck victims without limits.
In short, a guy obsessed with women and sex. Ha Yoon eyed him warily, but instead of slapping her, he squatted down to meet her gaze.
“Your stamina's gotten way too weak. How're you gonna last six months like this?”
“Shut... up...!”
“But our Ha-ssi, your spirit's still alive!”
Haha! He laughed and patted her shoulder. Ha Yoon grimaced. That large hand, callused from years in the military, struck with the same force as when she'd been a man—it felt like outright violence.
But she didn't have the strength to swat it away. She staggered under the repeated pats until suddenly he threw an arm around her shoulders.
“Anyway, Ha-ssi, how's it feel being a woman?”
“...What.”
“You've been fucking like crazy up till now. How's it from the getting-fucked side? Oh, have you tried jerking off yet?”
“Crazy bastard...”
“Hey, is that really something to curse over?”
Teacher Park sounded genuinely aggrieved.
Ha Yoon knew he meant no harm. That was the problem—no malice, yet he spouted crap like that.
Among the trainers at the academy, Teacher Park was one of the more normal ones.
He was obsessed with women and sex, sure, but unlike Ha Yoon in her old days or Teacher Gan, who lashed out violently at the slightest annoyance, Teacher Park never resorted to beatings himself.
Do your duties and follow orders—no touching. Some military code or whatever. He didn't bother disciplining trainees with violence.
Instead, he substituted with the rod between his legs. Plenty of trainees figured a beating was better than that. Hours of “discipline” pounding away beat nearly dying from a couple of Teacher Gan-style blows.
Of course, Ha Yoon ranked him among the worst. He beat when he felt like it and loved sex.
Still, his relatively mild personality meant the question came from pure curiosity. But annoying was annoying. Ha Yoon scowled deeply.
“Fuck, you came all the way down here just to ask that shit?”
“What else? Or should I shove my dick in you?”
“You're insane!”
Even squatting, he wiggled his hips suggestively. Ha Yoon recoiled in horror, trying to pull away.
But the iron grip on her shoulder held her fast.
Teacher Park spoke leisurely.
“Don't be like that. I'm not planning to fuck you hard just yet.”
“That means you're gonna pound me later!”
“If you were in my shoes and another trainer showed up as a trainee, you wouldn't fuck them?”
“...No.”
Even Ha Yoon would've charged right in and fucked them senseless if another trainer had transformed and entered the academy. Especially if they were still a virgin.
“If it were you, you'd have fucked Ha-ssi the second she stepped off the bus. Us? Physical exam's done, dead last in PT, and you're still a virgin. How gentlemanly is that?”
“Ugh...”
Infuriating, but he wasn't wrong. Honestly, it was miraculous she hadn't been penetrated yet. She'd expected a dick inside her within ten minutes of arriving.
Especially with Teacher Gan scraping her pussy with his fingers during measurements—she'd thought it was inevitable, yet he'd only beaten her. Relieved as she was, Ha Yoon couldn't figure it out.
Why aren't these bastards touching me? She voiced the question aloud.
“What the hell are you guys preparing?”
“Preparing what? What're you talking about?”
“Like Teacher Gan said, you're not giving us veteran perks or some shit. Since when were we that tight?”
“C'mon, Ha-ssi, don't be like that! How many laps have we run together? How many girls have we fucked side by side!”
“Fuck, I told you not to phrase it like that.”
Ha Yoon scowled at his words. Undeterred, he protested in an aggrieved tone.
“Teacher Gan or Teacher Choi, maybe, but not me. We're pretty close, right?”
“Well...”
Not wrong. Excluding Teacher Choi and Teacher Gan, who holed up in their areas off-duty, the free-spirited Ha Yoon and active Teacher Park crossed paths often.
Plus, Teacher Park was sociable, so even the arrogant Ha Yoon had been somewhat friendly with him. Remembering that, she couldn't stay too cold.
“Still means you're gonna fuck me.”
“That's our job. Can't overlook that, even I.”
“Fuck...”
“Teacher Park.”
Ha Yoon was about to spit something nasty when a voice came from behind. They both turned.
A woman with model-long legs, perfectly shaped breasts, and hair like blazing flames.
“Oh, Hong Ryeon!”
It was Hong Ryeon. Sweating profusely, she glanced at Ha Yoon pinned under Teacher Park's arm.
“Straggler's out.”
“Straggler? Who?”
“Yoon Se-rin.”
“Yoon Se-rin again...”
Teacher Park muttered as he scanned the parade ground. He soon spotted a chestnut-haired trainee sprawled on the track—the same one who'd complained when Ha Yoon collapsed.
“Getting bored of the same girl every month, but rules are rules—gotta do it!”
Grinning like a mischievous kid, Teacher Park stood and started stripping off his shirt. He twisted and stretched. Sudden as it was, Ha Yoon and Hong Ryeon just watched with jaded eyes.
Finishing his stretches, Teacher Park crouched like a track star at the starting line, then bolted forward.
For his near-190cm bulk, the speed was incredible. Sand kicked up with thuds echoing across the ground. The chestnut-haired trainee, Yoon Se-rin, lifted her sweat-drenched face.
“Eek!”
She scrambled up and tried to flee at the sight of him charging.
Teacher Park bellowed heartily.
“Yoon Se-rin! You've still got energy left!”
“Kyaaah—!”
A scream so girly it was hard to believe she'd been a man just a month ago. Even as a guy, facing a massive dick flopping with insane speed barreling toward her, she'd have screamed the same.
Despite the distance, Teacher Park closed in fast. Yoon Se-rin yelled in fury.
“No! Someone fell first—not me—ack!”
Yoon Se-rin felt wronged. A month at the academy, countless PT sessions, but she was always the first straggler in long runs, fucked by Teacher Park.
Today, with newbies dropping early, she'd thought she was safe. What the hell? As she fumed, Teacher Park narrowed the gap and reached her.
“Gotcha!”
“Kyaaak!”
Log-like arms wrapped her waist, hoisting Yoon Se-rin skyward. She landed right on Teacher Park's rigid cock.
“Urk—”
No foreplay—just her pussy lips parting as it plunged to the deepest spot. Breath caught from the sensation. But after a month of repetition, her body was primed, no pain. Instead, her heated, slick walls clenched tight around it.
Teacher Park's fucking had no finesse. Just hip thrusts fitting the position. Doggy-style now, pounding with meaty slaps. But his raw power and size—length and girth—made the monotonous motion plenty stimulating.
“Hng, haah, ngh...”
Her terror-stricken face flushed red, leaking aroused moans. Yoon Se-rin didn't want to sound like a bitch in heat, but the steady rhythm hammering her insides forced the noises out.
“Aang, ang, noo...”
-Slap! Slap!
“Hngaa...!”
Her dangling toes stretched rigid, thighs tensing.
Not sweat but sticky fluid dripped from her crotch, soaking the ground. Even as Yoon Se-rin shuddered through climax, Teacher Park's hips never stopped.
Flesh slapping flesh echoed across the parade ground. The trainees averted eyes in relief it wasn't them—or blushed faintly, fidgeting fingers. Ha Yoon watched enviously.
If I had a dick, I'd be fucking like that.
After two more shrill screams from Yoon Se-rin, Teacher Park finally pulled out.
Seemed satisfied at last, but something was off. Normally, he'd fill her up and leave a puddle of white cum on the ground. Nothing here.
The punishment usually ended after one load, but it wrapped early. Trainees murmured.
Ignoring them, Teacher Park slung the near-fainted Yoon Se-rin over his shoulder, dick swinging, and addressed the group.
“Outdoor exercise ends here! One-hour rest, then assemble in the indoor practice room. Everyone be there on time!”