Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Shower Room
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"What the hell are you?"
Shhh—the sound of falling water echoed around, and rising steam made everything ahead blur.
But the face of the woman glaring daggers in fury stood out clearer than ever.
Yoon Se-rin, the trainee who'd just been pounded by Teacher Park until she passed out. Ha Yoon, caught off guard mid-shower by this sudden confrontation, shot back in an irritated voice.
"What?"
"What the fuck makes that bastard Teacher Park so nice only to you!"
"Fuck, how the hell should I know?"
It was absurd for Ha Yoon too. She'd figured Teacher Park would force himself on her and take her virginity.
But he hadn't—not because of anything she'd done, just because the asshole felt like being whimsical.
So for this bitch to flip out on her out of nowhere? It was ridiculous. Ha Yoon rinsed the shampoo suds from her hair roughly, turned her head, and said to Yoon Se-rin,
"I wanna know what the fuck those bastards are scheming too."
If he'd just fucked her good and hard, shitty as it would've been, she could've written it off. But they beat the crap out of her no problem, yet skipped the actual fucking? That just made her uneasy.
These weren't the types to hold back forever, so why hadn't they pounced? No clue what they were plotting.
But words like that didn't land with Yoon Se-rin, who'd just been royally screwed by Teacher Park minutes ago.
She stepped right up to Ha Yoon and said,
"Come to think of it, you seemed chummy with Teacher Park. Even when you first got here, that fucker greeted you like 'Teacher Ha' or whatever... Don't tell me you used to be a trainer here?"
"A one-month stint, but you've got some brains, huh?"
"Fuck, for real?"
Yoon Se-rin gasped at Ha Yoon's calm admission, but it only pissed Ha Yoon off more.
What was the big deal about her having been a trainer before this? Why the overreaction? This bitch hadn't even been around back then. The trio who'd actually been there weren't batting an eye...
"For real, that fucker Teacher Ha?"
Maybe not. From where she was showering a bit away with Hong Ryeon, Ryu Jin-ah raised her voice and approached.
The space wasn't huge to begin with, already cramped by Yoon Se-rin, and now even tighter with Ryu Jin-ah squeezing in.
Plus, with a good 10cm height difference, all that was visible were two pairs of breasts like water droplets.
"Is that true? You're Teacher Ha?"
"Three months now, Ryu Jin-ah. Ack!"
SLAP!
"Who the fuck said you could call me by name?"
That fucking bitch. Ha Yoon clutched her slapped cheek and winced.
"Ryu Jin-ah."
Then Hong Ryeon's voice came from afar. Ryu Jin-ah whipped her head around, clearly pissed.
"Hong Ryeon! You heard her, that bitch is that fucker!"
"Who said don't hit her? Daily routine ain't over. If you're gonna hit, skip the face and anywhere visible. Oh, and the pussy too."
She's still a virgin—can't risk tearing that hymen, right? Hong Ryeon muttered as she enjoyed the cascading water.
Ryu Jin-ah stared at her in disbelief, then grinned at Ha Yoon.
"Hear that? You're fucked."
"Grown a lot, have we, Ryu Jin-ah? Think this body's got me too weak to handle yo—"
"Why's your tongue so long? Bet you're a pro at blowjobs."
Talking smack and swinging? Ha Yoon clutched her struck breast and ground her teeth.
Breasts were a woman's weak spot, huh? The shock made sense now. So fucking big, yet no cushion at all.
Ha Yoon muttered that as she lunged at Ryu Jin-ah, who was winding up for another punch.
"Fucking bitch, you think I'll take this forever!"
Back in the day, she'd trained in boxing. Sure, quit in middle school, but her natural physique let her overpower any average joe easy.
Ryu Jin-ah's punch looked like slow-mo to her right now.
Ha Yoon thought that, dodged, and went for a counterpunch.
"Ack!"
"Ah, shit! Stay still!"
But the fist veered toward her face. Caught off guard by the path change, Ha Yoon clutched her face as Ryu Jin-ah panicked and yelled.
Per Hong Ryeon's advice, she'd aimed for tits and gut, avoiding the face.
But this dumb bitch suddenly jerked her head up. Ryu Jin-ah, flustered even after landing it, said,
"You okay? Nose bone ain't broken, is it?"
Like your pussy-ass punch could break it. She wanted to snap that, but her hands on her face felt something wet trickling.
A bloody nose from that weak shit? Humiliating. Ha Yoon ignored the welling tears and glared at Ryu Jin-ah.
"Shut up. You think a sex slave like you gets to pity me?"
"W-what? Sex slave? You're one now too!"
"How the fuck am I like you, you vir—bitch!"
"Even when I'm worried...!"
Ryu Jin-ah clamped her mouth shut and snarled at Ha Yoon.
"Guess trash like you don't change even after this."
Then she slammed a kick into Ha Yoon's gut. Urk—totally unexpected, Ha Yoon clutched her stomach and crumpled.
Ryu Jin-ah panted, glaring down at the trembling girl, then turned to Yoon Se-rin, who'd been staring blankly.
"What're you doing? Step on her."
"Uh, huh?"
"You picked a fight 'cause she pissed you off too, right? Step on her."
Then she demonstrated, grabbing the wall and stomping the crumpled Ha Yoon.
Yoon Se-rin flinched at the brutal sight but hardened her face, lifted her foot.
"Ack, ugh, eurgh..."
Two feet alternating, no mercy, stomping every inch—no catching a breath.
All Ha Yoon could manage was instinctively shielding her head with her arms. Pointless, since they'd ignored it from the start.
"Don't mind 'em. Wash up and get out. Gotta prep before lessons."
The other trainees whispered at the savage scene, but Baek So-ra's words made them ignore it and focus on showering.
For a while, the shower room filled with splashing water and scream-like gasps.
It ended only after most trainees had left.
"Hahk, hahk..."
Ryu Jin-ah panted, eyeing the huddled, sporadically twitching Ha Yoon. Midway, Yoon Se-rin had glanced nervously and bolted, so she'd done it solo.
But that was enough. Enough to vent some rage at Ha Yoon—no, Ha Seung-jin.
Ryu Jin-ah took a deep breath, spat, and muttered,
"Fucking bitch. Serves you right."
A thick liquid dripped from above onto her face, but Ha Yoon couldn't lift her head.
THUD!
"Urk!"
Ryu Jin-ah gave one last stomp, turned to waiting Baek So-ra, and said,
"Let's go."
"Yeah."
Baek So-ra glanced at the huddled Ha Yoon and walked past.
Even after their footsteps faded, Ha Yoon stayed curled up awhile. Then, at last, she raised her head.
The shower room was empty. Only lingering dampness from the showers remained; the thick steam had cleared long ago.
Made sense. Most trainees had already left while she was getting beaten.
Finally over. Ha Yoon stared blankly, tried to stand, but quickly clutched herself and slumped back.
"Aaaah..."
Probably cracked a rib or something. Had to be, hurting this bad. As she endured, thinking that—clack—the shower room door slid open.
Shit, had Ryu Jin-ah come back for more? She turned, but it was someone unexpected.
"Ah, there you are."
Kim Seon-ah, in her blue tablecloth-like outfit, let out a short sigh of relief like she'd found her.
"Ryu Jin-ah and Baek So-ra just headed out, so I figured... Didn't think you'd still be at it."
"You... why'd you, cough, come?"
"What else? To help you, Ha Yoon. Whew, look at those bruises."
Kim Seon-ah adjusted the water temperature on her hand, then sprayed it over Ha Yoon's body.
"Eek..."
Warm water hit her cooled skin, warmth returning. The throbbing pain eased a bit too, relaxing Ha Yoon's scrunched face.
Only after washing the spit from her hair did Kim Seon-ah turn off the water and ask carefully,
"Can you stand on your own?"
"I can handle that mu—ack...!"
"I'll help you up."
As side pain buckled her knees, Kim Seon-ah rushed over to support her. Ignoring her clothes getting soaked, her help let Ha Yoon finally stand and exit the showers.
"Sit here for now. I'll dry you off."
Kim Seon-ah sat her down, fetched a towel, and wiped her down since she could barely move.
Ha Yoon stared at her with indescribable eyes, then blurted,
"Why're you doing all this for me?"
"'Cause you looked pitiful."
"Huh?"
What a random answer. Pitiful, so what? Before Ha Yoon could retort, Kim Seon-ah continued,
"I know. You used to be one of those trainers managing victims like us, and you tormented a lot of 'em. I don't think what Ryu Jin-ah did was wrong. Sounds like she got hurt by you before."
"Then..."
"But you helped me. Gave advice when I got here..."
That was just her blurting shit to vent anxiety. Whatever Ha Yoon thought, Kim Seon-ah went on,
"And we're in the same batch, right? Never been in the military, but I heard batchmates are batchmates for life."
"This ain't the fucking army, idiot..."
Ha Yoon snapped, but really to hide the sudden lump in her throat. Knowing or not, Kim Seon-ah kept talking.
"Oh yeah, they said to gather at the indoor training hall. Gave us weird clothes too. Know what's up?"
"Ah, fuck."
Oh right, that. Ha Yoon's face soured like the emotion never happened.