Chapter 72
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 72
Chapter Title: Cigarettes (8)
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“You really hit the jackpot. Stuck to the trainer until morning routine kicked off—must’ve been nice, huh?”
“Kgh...”
At Hong Ryeon’s mockery, Ha Yoon flushed red with shame and trembled, but she couldn’t muster a retort.
And why would she? She’d already been seen limp and spent after getting impaled on his cock. Any excuse now would just sound pathetic, so she was better off keeping her mouth shut.
Ha Yoon thought that as she scrubbed at the soaked floor with the rag in her hand.
It was the exact spot where she’d just had intense sex with Teacher Park moments ago. She’d been ordered to clean it spotless before he left, leaving her no choice but to mop it up.
The morning routine had, of course, been canceled. Even for Teacher Park, going all night into the morning with nonstop sex was exhausting—he didn’t give a damn about duties or anything and just crashed.
‘I’m dying of fatigue too...!’
She’d slept a little, but only a little. It wasn’t even real sleep, just passing out, so her exhaustion hadn’t lifted. And right after waking up, another round of brutal sex had left her body feeling like a thousand pounds of lead.
On top of that, she had to handle the cleanup alone. All she could feel was resentment. It’s not like I did this by myself—why do I have to clean it all up?
...Though, to be fair, she’d squirted enough to drown the place. Still, this was too much.
‘And now two cigarettes confiscated, counting this one...!’
Since the morning sex counted toward their bet, she’d lost two smokes in a single day.
Now she had fifteen left. With about four weeks until she met Woo Shin-hyung and Han Seol-ah, that was a serious problem.
‘I have to secure at least three, no matter what.’
Even if she blew twelve of her remaining chances, just three successes would do it.
She wouldn’t get to smoke anymore, sure, but at least she’d avoid punishment from Woo Shin-hyung and Han Seol-ah.
Damn it, she shouldn’t have smoked yesterday. As Ha Yoon grumbled inwardly and kept mopping, Hong Ryeon—who’d been watching her—blurted out,
“You lot, what the hell are you scheming?”
“I’m about to drop dead here—what bullshit are you talking?”
“Spit it out honestly. Kim Seon-ah melted Teacher Gan to cut your punishment, and now you’ve got Teacher Park skipping daily morning routines to keep you around. What are you two up to?”
What kind of nonsense is this? Ha Yoon tossed the rag into the bucket it came with and shot to her feet.
“Scheming what?”
“Kim Seon-ah buttered up Teacher Gan to lighten your punishment. And Teacher Park’s been holding you all day, ditching routines he never missed before. Isn’t it reasonable to suspect you’re recruiting them?”
“Recruiting? Over something that trivial? You into conspiracy theories or what?”
Ha Yoon stared at her in disbelief as she grabbed the bucket’s handle and hoisted it.
“Move. I wanna crash in the dorm now.”
“I’m not done. What about Teacher Choi?”
“Why drag his name into this?”
“Shin So-hyun went to him and hasn’t come back—like you. And Jin Si-won, who’s tight with her, is cozying up to you. Your handiwork too?”
“What the hell... Wait, Shin So-hyun hasn’t come back?”
Ha Yoon started to snap back at Hong Ryeon’s endless theories but froze at the name, blurting the question. Hong Ryeon smirked like she’d caught her red-handed.
“See? It is your plot.”
“Forget that—keep talking. What do you mean she hasn’t come back?”
Ha Yoon asked anxiously. No way she actually escaped, right? Hong Ryeon replied flatly.
“Beats me. I heard she’d show up for afternoon routine, so I came looking for you. She’s probably subbing for Teacher Choi’s afternoon shift—bad luck.”
“...Never mind, then.”
Ha Yoon sighed and shook her head. It wasn’t common, but trainers on duty often used their trainee as a substitute the next day’s afternoon routine.
Plus, from what Teacher Park had said, they already knew she was plotting an escape—so this was clearly her punishment.
“So, gonna admit it now? What you’re planning with the trainers?”
“If I could recruit those bastards, you’d be dead already, you bitch.”
She would’ve had all three gang-fuck Hong Ryeon around the clock, then shipped her off to prison or the army via civic support.
Ha Yoon flashed her the middle finger—thumb between index and middle—and shoved past Hong Ryeon’s shoulder as she trudged off.
“Ack, fuck.”
Of course, thanks to the size and strength gap, it was Ha Yoon who got shoved back.
She scurried away, avoiding Hong Ryeon’s retard-stare, stowed the cleaning tools, and headed to the showers.
After a quick rinse, she returned to the dorm—and someone barreled into her arms.
“Ha Yoon-ssi, why’re you so late! I was worried sick!”
“Got nabbed by that bastard Teacher Park. Took forever to get out.”
No need to guess—it was Kim Seon-ah. Ha Yoon hugged her back naturally.
As they shared the brief reunion, Jin Si-won edged closer from behind Kim Seon-ah, asking cautiously,
“Uh, I get you’re back now, but... did you hear about So-hyun-ie?”
“Shin So-hyun? Oh, yeah.”
She’d forgotten for a split second. Ha Yoon led them into the corridor and spoke quietly.
“To the point: they found out she was trying to escape.”
“What? You told them?!”
“No chance. I stuck to the story—she was badmouthing Teacher Park.”
“So the trainers already knew.”
“Yeah, exactly.”
Jin Si-won muttered in disbelief at Kim Seon-ah’s confirmation.
“They knew... How? Who...?”
“Who else? Place is crawling with eyes from the start.”
“Eyes? ...Oh.”
Ha Yoon pointed to the surveillance cameras lining the corridor. Jin Si-won bowed her head, realization dawning late.
She’d roamed the academy plenty with Shin So-hyun, so she knew the cameras were everywhere.
But they’d disguised their wandering as hunting for secret meetup spots, so she hadn’t thought they’d get caught.
She was right, actually. The footage Teacher Park showed wasn’t of her with Jin Si-won—it was Shin So-hyun alone, back when she’d first arrived, scouting the place.
No need to spill those details. Ha Yoon shrugged.
“End of the day, she got nabbed before any escape or attempt. Count it as lucky.”
“But she’ll get punished... You think she’s okay?”
“Okay? Doubt it. Overheard on the way down—she’s Teacher Choi’s sub this afternoon.”
“Ah...”
Jin Si-won’s shoulders slumped at Ha Yoon’s words. No clue what she was enduring, but it was surely worse than the sensory seal and nonstop forced orgasms she’d suffered.
Still, way better than getting limbs hacked off or shipped to prison or the army. Ha Yoon stretched lazily and said,
“Anyway, clock’s ticking, so you handle convincing Shin So-hyun. I’m crashing.”
“Huh? Sleeping now?”
“I’m wiped? All night wasn’t enough—morning too, stuck with that guy?”
Getting caught till morning was karmic payback, in a way, but Ha Yoon shamelessly pinned it on Teacher Park and let out a huge yawn.
She headed straight to her bunk, flopped down, and shut her eyes without hesitation.
But it was short-lived.
“Ha Yoon-ssi, Ha Yoon-ssi, get up.”
“Ugh, ugh... I just lay down...”
Ha Yoon groaned and rolled over at Kim Seon-ah’s voice shaking her.
It felt like not even ten minutes since her head hit the pillow—why wake her already? What’d I do wrong?
“Only ten minutes till afternoon routine. Get late, Teacher Choi punishes you.”
“What? Time flew that fast?!”
Even Ha Yoon bolted upright at Kim Seon-ah’s follow-up. She whipped her head to the clock—yep, spot on.
‘No way. I just closed my eyes!’
Am I dreaming? She grabbed Kim Seon-ah’s cheek and yanked.
“...What the heck?”
“Testing if I’m dreaming. Agh!”
“Then pinch your cheek, not mine.”
No mercy—her cheek stung like it was being torn off.
Fine, not a dream. Rubbing her burning cheek and blinking back tears, Ha Yoon heard Kim Seon-ah rub her own.
“Anyway, hurry—everyone else is gone.”
“Got it... Ow.”
Ha Yoon grabbed her stomach sullenly as her belly growled.
“Ha Yoon-ssi? What’s with your stomach? Hurt?”
“Nah... just hungry...”
Teacher Park made her skip breakfast; nap skipped lunch. Sex burned stamina, and no food meant even stepping was tough.
She clutched her seemingly shrunken belly—then an apple and banana were thrust in her face.
“Figured, so I saved your share. Can’t drop it on the floor like last time and get caught—chow down quick here, stash wrappers for bathroom later.”
“Kim Seon-ah...!”
“Save the thanks, eat. We’re cutting it close.”
Ha Yoon nodded furiously, wolfing the apple and banana in both hands. Juice splattered her clothes and fingers, but it fueled her up in time.
Ha Yoon and Kim Seon-ah bolted to Teacher Choi’s classroom. Relief—no sign of him yet.
But something else caught their eyes. In the classroom center, desks shoved aside to clear space: a wooden horse.
Not just any horse shape. Its back peaked in a sharp triangle—the infamous triangle pony.
And bound tight atop it, Shin So-hyun screamed silently through her ball gag.