Chapter 73
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: Cigarette (9)
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“Oh...”
An exclamation slipped out involuntarily. I'd figured that after getting caught trying to escape, she wouldn't be in for a good time—but I hadn't imagined this.
Shin So-hyeon was perched atop the triangle horse, just like Ha Yoon had been in the past: thoroughly restrained with earplugs, a blindfold, and a ball gag.
It might've been tolerable if that was all, but her knees were bound together, and ten-kilogram weights hung from each ankle.
She was already supporting her full body weight on her groin against the protruding saddle. Adding those weights on top? The pain had to outweigh any pleasure by far.
No telling how long she'd been like that, but if it was measured in hours, any normal person would've gone into shock by now. Only a TS victim could've endured it this long.
“Ack!”
“If you're here, sit down. What're you doing blocking the way?”
“Ugh... Sorry...”
Lost in those thoughts, a fist came flying down out of nowhere. Clutching my head, I whipped around to glare—and there was Teacher Choi.
Kim Seon-ah was right beside me, so why was he only snapping at me? Still, instead of firing back, Ha Yoon meekly lowered her eyes and slipped into an empty seat.
Mouthing off here could've put her up on that triangle horse instead of Shin So-hyeon. Rubbing the swelling lump on her head, she watched as Teacher Choi spoke from the front of the classroom.
“Among the people who'll become your owners, some prioritize tormenting you over just fucking you. Like Shin So-hyeon there, abandoned on that triangle horse for six hours straight with toys jammed inside her all day.”
“S-six hours...?!”
Jin Si-won, who'd been shooting worried glances at Shin So-hyeon with a tense face, muttered in disbelief.
Ha Yoon wore the same expression. Six hours of that? It was straight-up torture. As those thoughts crossed her mind, Teacher Choi continued.
“So today, we'll build up your pain tolerance.”
Wait, what? Ha Yoon stared in shock. The other trainees looked just as grim. Pain tolerance? The name alone screamed agony ahead!
Ignoring their reactions, Teacher Choi pulled out his tools.
The riding crop I'd seen before, the nine-tailed cat-o'-nine-tails, and a standard whip...
“Is he insane?”
Why were they all whips? Staring in disbelief, Ha Yoon watched as Teacher Choi approached Shin So-hyeon with the nine-tailed one and addressed the room.
“I said pain tolerance, but pain itself doesn't build immunity. Repeating the same pain doesn't make it hurt less over time.”
Snap! The nine lashes raked across her back, bowing it like a drawn bow. A crunch echoed like she was grinding her teeth to dust, but Teacher Choi didn't flinch.
“Shin So-hyeon here took this whip for a full hour. And even after all that, she jerked just like the first hit when I struck her now.”
'Anyone would react like that to a sudden strike when they can't see.'
Ha Yoon eyed Teacher Choi dubiously, muttering inwardly.
“Pain doesn't build tolerance. But with enough hits, you learn to stifle your screams. That's what I call pain tolerance.”
With that, he swung again. Nine red welts bloomed vividly across her pale back.
“Of course, we won't start hard. Everything we'll use today is weaker than commercial BDSM toys. They're rubber, not leather, so they won't hurt that much.”
“Does rubber hurt less than leather?”
“Bullshit. Rubber or leather, a whip's a whip—it hurts the same.”
Ha Yoon scowled at Kim Seon-ah's whisper. Not exactly the same, though.
A leather whip at the same force would tear skin; rubber would just sting like hell. But enough rubber lashes, and the skin splits anyway—pain's pain.
'Word games.'
He'd started mild, but it wouldn't end after a couple swats.
Damn this pain tolerance crap. Handjobs or blowjob practice would've been way more useful. Ha Yoon sighed.
“Hong Ryeon, front and center.”
“...Yes.”
Hong Ryeon rose, unable to hide her trembling. Even she looked terrified of pain training.
Hand on the doorframe, baring her pale back, Teacher Choi unrolled the whip and said,
“Five lashes. But every scream adds one. Falling down adds one too.”
“Understood...”
“Count them.”
He swung.
Whoosh! The air whistled as the whip cracked across Hong Ryeon's back.
Crack!
“O-one...!”
Crack!
“Two...!”
Her face flushed beet red, sweat and tears welling up.
But she gritted her teeth, counting steadily. Her legs shook like they'd give any second—yet she endured all five without screaming or collapsing.
Five stark stripes etched on her back. Teacher Choi nodded approvingly.
“Excellent. Worthy of our longest-serving trainee.”
“Th-thank you... ngh...”
“Back to your seat. Next, Ryu Jin-ah.”
“...Yes.”
Baek So-ra quickly supported the shaky Hong Ryeon back to her spot. Ryu Jin-ah watched them wistfully, sighed, and passed by.
The lineup continued: Ryu Jin-ah, then Baek So-ra, Yoon Se-rin and Han Su-ah, and finally Jin Si-won.
Not everyone handled it smoothly. Yoon Se-rin and Han Su-ah couldn't stay composed like the first three. Yoon Se-rin took twenty lashes, sobbing and writhing. Han Su-ah passed out.
Jin Si-won didn't scream, but she kept buckling, racking up ten extras.
Ha Yoon couldn't laugh, though.
'Fuck... what if I cum from it?'
She had to admit her masochist streak now. She'd climaxed from beatings plenty.
But not in front of everyone—that'd be mortifying.
She wasn't some degraded exhibitionist yet. Biting her nails anxiously, she heard Kim Seon-ah called.
“Ugh... can I handle it...?”
“No clue—just grit your teeth and bear it. Even if they chip, who cares? Teeth regrow anyway.”
“Easy for you to say...”
Kim Seon-ah huffed and shuffled to the spot, soaked from prior leaks and squirts. But the trainer behind her loomed larger than the discomfort.
“Count.”
“Y-yes...”
Her seventh time saying it, she bowed her head and squeezed her eyes shut. Snap! Fierce pain lanced across her back.
“One...?”
But she blinked wide in surprise.
Snap! Snap! Lash after lash, she counted calmly.
'...Doesn't hurt that bad?'
It stung, sure. But enough to make her scream and flop like the others? Nah.
Steady through all counts, she turned. Teacher Choi said,
“...Some are born with natural pain resistance. Looks like you're one, Kim Seon-ah.”
“Thank you...?”
Not sure if thanks were in order. Feeling the lingering ache, she scratched her head dazedly and returned. Ha Yoon gaped.
“...What the hell kind of body is that?”
“Ahaha...”
Explains how she shrugs off Teacher Gan's sessions.
“Ha Yoon.”
Teacher Choi called. Ha Yoon rose with a sigh.
“Y-yes...”
Forget others—worry about herself. Unlike Kim Seon-ah, she was hypersensitive to pain.
'How do I survive this?'
The slick spot amplified her dread. She'd likely fare worse than Yoon Se-rin or Han Su-ah—maybe even squirt like Jin Si-won.
She'd be the biggest mess this class, no doubt.
'But when's he starting?'
Usually, they stood and it began with “Count.” Nothing yet. Maybe prepping? Glancing back—
“...Huh?”
The whip's color was off—same black, but subtly different. Leather, not rubber.
“W-wait! That's leather, isn't it?!”
“Count.”
“Just wait—”
Slash! Sharper than before, it tore through the air.
“—Aaaack...”
Crack! Burning heat spread across her back. Ha Yoon blacked out without a scream. But the next combo snapped her awake.
“Aaaahhh—!”
“Extra count.”
His dry voice rang out. Ha Yoon clawed the door with her nails. No defiance left. It felt like her back was sliced open—searing agony.
“Don't count, and it'll go on forever.”
“Why leather just for me—kyaaah!”
“Extra count.”
Ha Yoon screamed till her throat tore. Like oil-soaked flames raging endlessly.
Untenable in her right mind. She wanted to pass out—but couldn't stay under.
Her consciousness flickered; blackouts were brief. The pain was too intense.
Forget climax worries—no pleasure, just torment. Trembling, she hugged herself and mumbled,
“Why... why me...?”
“Someone had to feel a real whip's power.”
Teacher Choi swung again.
Hong Ryeon—who'd finished first—bit her lip, shuddering, and looked away.
She'd endured the real leather whip at the end of her early days here. She knew the pain.
How much time passed?
Ha Yoon's back was a mangled ruin, half-lidded eyes vacant from repeated blackouts. Blood dripped, pooling on the floor. Teacher Choi wiped his sweat calmly.
“Class dismissed.”