Chapter 79
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: Shin So-hyeon
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“Hah... huff...!”
Her breath came up to her chin, but Shin So-hyeon didn’t stop running.
The physical training over the past two months at the academy hadn’t been entirely useless. Even as she gasped for air, she still had some stamina left.
By now, they’re probably doing evening roll call at the academy.
And it wouldn’t take them long to notice she was gone.
But Shin So-hyeon was confident she wouldn’t get caught. The moment she escaped the academy, she’d used a method she already knew to remove the ID collar from her neck and made it down the mountain.
Even if they realized she was missing, they’d obviously search the academy grounds first. Time was still on her side.
But it’s too early to relax.
Shin So-hyeon gritted her teeth, thinking of Teacher Choi, who had tormented her.
The day she’d decided to escape, when Teacher Choi had called her over—it couldn’t have been a coincidence.
Being summoned wasn’t unusual in itself. But him calling her periodically to harass her had some ulterior motive behind it.
Shin So-hyeon figured it was because the trainers knew about her escape plan. The harassment had started right from the day she’d made it.
But who the hell had told them? It hadn’t taken her long to figure that out, either.
Jin Si-won was the only one she’d told about the plan.
She wouldn’t even help me, and now she’s betrayed me.
Shin So-hyeon believed Jin Si-won had reported her plan to the trainers.
From the moment she’d said she was escaping, Jin Si-won had seemed reluctant. She must have snitched to the trainers to stop her from running away.
You bitch. When I suggested we escape together before, you said you would.
Shin So-hyeon held back the tears threatening to fall and kept her legs moving quickly.
Whether Jin Si-won had betrayed her or not, what was done was done. Shin So-hyeon, who had been charging toward the city lights in the distance without hesitation, gradually slowed her pace and scanned her surroundings.
With the ID collar removed and her black hair and black eyes not standing out, she probably wouldn’t look like a TS victim at first glance. At most, people would just think she was a pretty girl.
But her white clothes were filthy from rushing down the mountain, and her indoor slippers were caked in dirt. She looked suspicious as hell.
And common sense says you’d report a girl like that to the police.
No matter how confidently she acted, without new clothes, she’d still look shady. That much was obvious.
Shin So-hyeon moved to avoid people’s eyes and soon found a clothing donation bin. It was locked tight, but that was no problem.
She took the small piece of wire she’d been carefully holding onto (made by straightening a paperclip) and fiddled it into the lock.
She’d removed her ID collar the same way. The collar’s functions were state-of-the-art, sure, but the lock holding it on was straight out of the old days. A simple wire like this could open it.
Of course, this was only possible because Shin So-hyeon had been a human rights activist. She’d practiced quickly removing ID collars from rescued TS victims, so she could do it flawlessly.
Click. The sturdy lock sprang open with a sound. Shin So-hyeon immediately opened the bin and rummaged for something wearable.
I can’t cover my face first. I’m on the plain side, so wearing a hood would actually draw more attention.
Fit didn’t matter. Flashy colors were out, too. She needed something as neutral as possible, but not suspicious.
After a long search, she found a white top and a light checkered skirt. She even scored sneakers that fit her feet decently. Shin So-hyeon stuffed the clothes she’d taken out back into the bin, locked it up, slipped into an alley, and changed.
Her lack of panties left her feeling chilly down there, but finding clothes at all was a stroke of luck. She threw her old outfit far down the alley and gathered her thoughts.
First, I need money.
The road ahead was long, and walking would get her caught for sure. She needed cash, but after escaping, she had no intention of getting a job. Shin So-hyeon sharply eyed the people passing through the alley.
When a certain man caught her eye, she approached with a leisurely but quick stride, hooked her arm in his, and said,
“Oppa!”
“Wha—?! Who... who are you...?”
“Come on, it’s me. Anyway, I’ve got something urgent. Mind coming with me for a sec?”
“Uh? Uh, sure...”
The man followed her with a flustered, shy voice.
The reason she’d picked him was simple. He just looked like he didn’t have much luck with women and lacked experience.
The fact that he’d follow a pretty girl who suddenly clung to him, without even knowing where they were going, meant he probably wasn’t the aggressive type. He was perfect for what Shin So-hyeon needed right now.
She led him deep into the alley she’d just come from. Only then did he seem to realize something was off and say,
“B-but, who are you? Where are we going...?”
“Mister, I need money. Can you spot me some?”
“W-what?”
“Not for free, of course. I’ll fuck you.”
With those words, Shin So-hyeon lifted her skirt. Naturally, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, so her smooth pussy came into view. The man let out a gasp, his face turning red as he covered his eyes with his hand.
“S-suddenly like this...!”
“You followed me because you’re into stuff like this, right?”
“W-well, you suddenly asked me to come along, so I just...!”
“Whatever. How much you got in your wallet?”
“W-wait a sec...”
The man hurriedly opened his wallet, counted his cash, and told her. It wasn’t a ton, but it was enough for her needs. Shin So-hyeon held out her hand and said,
“Give me that money, and I won’t leave you disappointed.”
Of course, Shin So-hyeon didn’t want to sell her body like some whore. But she needed money and had no normal way to get it, so this was her only option.
“B-but...”
Even after her words, the man hesitated. Figuring she’d have to prove it first, she yanked his pants down in one go.
“Guh!”
His underwear came down with them, exposing his dick instantly. He sucked in a breath, but Shin So-hyeon grabbed it without hesitation. Just that made the limp thing stiffen up hard in no time.
Smaller than the trainers’.
It wasn’t small by average standards, but compared to the trainers, it lacked in length and girth. He’d probably feel wronged if he heard that, but Shin So-hyeon shook the cock back and forth in her hand.
“Huff...!”
Slap-slap-slap-slap! The man lost his mind to the small hand jerking his dick.
As Shin So-hyeon had predicted, he’d lived a life with little experience with women. And now a pretty stranger was giving him a handjob in a back alley—he was in absolute bliss.
“I-I’m gonna cum!”
So it didn’t take long. As he twitched his hips and cried out, Shin So-hyeon took the tip into her mouth.
“Huff...!”
The soft lips and hot air in her mouth stimulated the glans, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. Spurt, spurt—his cock throbbed as it spewed semen.
Shin So-hyeon swallowed the cum shooting into her mouth, then gave it a cleaning blowjob before pulling away.
He came again from her merciless sucking on the post-orgasm cock, but she took it in stride. Compared to the trainers’ massive loads, it was nothing.
“Pwah. See? Believe me now?”
She’d cleaned his dick spotless, but the man was already limp on the ground, twitching. His slack-jawed face was one of total satisfaction.
“...Well, you look satisfied already, so I’ll take the money.”
She took the cash from his dropped wallet, left the man sprawled in the alley, and headed out. The semen smell lingered on her hands and in her mouth, but she washed it off at a nearby park.
Next, she went to a hardware store. It was late, but they were still open, so she bought duct tape and a kitchen knife. The odd combo drew a suspicious look from the owner, but Shin So-hyeon acted completely above board.
With her purchases, she headed straight to the main road and hailed a passing taxi.
“Taxi!”
She got in and told the driver right away,
“Jang Nam-ik Human Rights Office, please.”
“Sure thing.”
The driver replied casually and took off at an easy pace.
Shin So-hyeon leaned back against the seat and stared out the window.
The Jang Nam-ik Human Rights Office was run by Jang Nam-ik, the head of the activist group she’d once been part of.
The reason she was heading straight there was simple.
You damn pig bastard. I’m going to kill you.
Originally, she’d planned to go straight home after escaping and lay low until things quieted down. But after meeting Jang Nam-ik during community service, her goal had changed to killing him.
Revenge played a part, but what he’d said there had shocked her.
I didn’t realize he’d sold out other comrades besides me.
Suddenly, she recalled the people who’d stopped showing up at the group. She’d been furious, thinking they’d just lost faith in the cause and quit.
But actually, they’d all become TS victims and been dragged off to academies matching their hometowns.
Just like her. Sure, he had plenty of loyal followers, but there were also many who’d genuinely fought for human rights.
To betray and sell them out—she couldn’t forgive that.
Killing him won’t change much, but at least it’ll avenge me and the others.
As she thought that, the office came into view in the distance.
Shin So-hyeon felt the knife in her pocket and glared at it with eyes burning with hatred.
I’ll kill you for sure.