Chapter 85
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 85
Chapter Title: Counseling Room (2)
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“Don't just stand there blankly. Come sit down.”
“Yes.”
At Woo Shin-hyung's words, Ha Yoon replied weakly and sat in the chair opposite them.
Once seated, no conversation followed. Under the two pairs of eyes steadily watching her, Ha Yoon naturally lowered her gaze.
“It's a bit different from last time, huh?”
Woo Shin-hyung said with a smile at the sight. Asking what was different was pointless. Ha Yoon knew exactly what he meant.
A month ago, when the three first met, Ha Yoon hadn't fully shed her personality from her days as a man.
Of course, that was still somewhat true now, but even while being punished, she was filled more with thoughts of revenge against those inflicting the pain than admitting her own wrongs.
So, despite knowing she needed to impress the VIPs, her attitude subtly brimmed with dissatisfaction. She obeyed orders meekly, but it was clear she didn't want to.
Naturally, Woo Shin-hyung saw right through it. He wasn't inexperienced with misbehaving TS Victims, even if not as extreme as Ha Yoon. That's why that day, he enjoyed it a bit more intensely than usual. He used drugs and poured excessive pleasure on her—more than any TS Victim could endure.
Whether because of that or not, the current Ha Yoon didn't exude that dissatisfied air from before. Obedience—no, submission suited her better now.
As Woo Shin-hyung gave her a look laden with that meaning, Ha Yoon clamped her mouth shut instead of replying.
Silent affirmation. But she had no choice. The memories from then were hazy and unstable, but her body remembered clearly.
“I saw you had cigarettes earlier. Did you follow my orders properly?”
“Yes.”
At Han Seol-ah's words, Ha Yoon held out the cigarettes she'd been gripping tightly under the table.
“Exactly three left, just as I said. You must've sweet-talked Teacher Park pretty well, huh?”
She'd tried to make sure not a single one remained. She didn't say it outright, but the smile on her face conveyed that much.
Ha Yoon kept her gaze down without answering when suddenly a hand approached, grabbed her chin, and yanked it up. Pitch-black eyes curved like crescent moons gazed down at her.
“Ha Yoon, I asked you a question. How'd you sweet-talk Teacher Park?”
“...I made a bet with Teacher Park too.”
“A bet? What kind?”
“If he could make me climax three times before he came once, I'd give him one...”
“Ah-ha. And that meathead actually pulled it off?”
Han Seol-ah said, widening her eyes in slight surprise.
It made sense—TS Victims generally had more sensitive bodies than average women. Meanwhile, most Trainers were former athletes or from similar fields.
Even Teacher Gan, the smallest Trainer at Hope Education Academy, had a boxing background. So, for a TS Victim who climaxed easily even against an ordinary man to make a Trainer cum before her third orgasm was nearly impossible without serious skill.
Knowing that, Han Seol-ah pressed on.
“How'd you do it? That can't have been easy. And in just a month, succeeding three times?”
“It wasn't three times—just once. The other two, I saved ahead of time before starting.”
“I see. Then tell me slowly and in detail how you made that one success happen.”
“Well...”
Ha Yoon felt her tongue stiffen at the demand for an explanation. But dawdling risked Han Seol-ah's unpredictable wrath, so she steadied her breath and continued haltingly.
“...While Teacher Park was showering, I hugged him from behind and stroked his cock with my hand.”
“Mm-hmm, and?”
“Teacher Park was startled at first but quickly regained his composure. It wasn't his first time with that kind of attempt, and I knew it. So I pleasured his cock like usual. And when he was completely off-guard...”
“When he was off-guard?”
“I licked his asshole.”
Ha Yoon squeezed her eyes shut as she said it. The memory flooded back. She tried to shove it away with other thoughts, but Han Seol-ah stared at her in shock.
“My god, rimming already? And it's only been a little over a month since you became a TS Victim?”
“...I had to, or I wouldn't have followed your orders.”
“Even trying to obey, for someone who's barely been a woman to lick a man's ass already—impressive.”
The tone sounded like genuine praise, but the content and Han Seol-ah's expression made it obvious mockery. Ha Yoon flushed crimson, clenching her fists under the table.
Han Seol-ah watched Ha Yoon tremble with humiliation and made a fuss dramatically.
“Oh dear, did I say something wrong?”
“...Not at all.”
“Right? I just called impressive what is impressive. What man-turned-woman in just over a month could lick another man's ass?”
Ha Yoon squeezed her eyes shut at the voice that no longer hid its ridicule.
She might not be able to hold back if she saw Han Seol-ah's mocking face. But despite her efforts, Han Seol-ah spoke coldly.
“Ha Yoon, what are you doing? I'm looking right at you—don't close your eyes.”
Before she could respond, the hand on her chin vanished, replaced by a massive slap to her right cheek. The blow was so hard it made her reel; Ha Yoon clutched her cheek in daze, staring blankly at Han Seol-ah.
But the slaps didn't stop there. Slap! Han Seol-ah struck the other side too, then spoke in an icy tone without even breathing hard.
“Don't look away when I'm staring at you. Unless you want to die.”
“Y-yes...”
Ha Yoon mumbled blankly, as if entranced.
'Psycho bitch.'
Woo Shin-hyung, watching from beside her, muttered inwardly. Speaking it aloud would set Han Seol-ah off again, but it was true.
Classic bully who preyed on the weak. Of course, that's why he kept her around—she amused him.
After landing two slaps, Han Seol-ah plopped back into her seat and stuck a cigarette in her mouth. She pulled a lighter from her eco-bag and tossed it to Ha Yoon.
“Light it for me. You ruined my mood.”
“...Understood.”
Ha Yoon flicked open the lighter with a click, brought the flame to the cigarette tip, and watched it catch with a faint hiss as the end charred to ash.
Han Seol-ah exhaled smoke like a sigh and turned to Woo Shin-hyung.
“Master, want one too?”
“Sure.”
Woo Shin-hyung didn't refuse and took a cigarette. Without being asked, Ha Yoon lit it for him just as she had for Han Seol-ah.
Seemingly satisfied, Han Seol-ah handed over the last one.
“Here, you have one too.”
“...Thank you.”
Ha Yoon bowed her head slightly, lit it, and as she deeply inhaled the smoke, a wave of pathos washed over her at her own situation.
Rebelling against the Trainers might just earn a light punishment, but defying these two could mean vanishing without a trace.
The Academy might complain about a missing Trainee, but a bit of cash would turn it into a story of her escaping and dying in an accident—easy as pie.
So yeah, being a TS Victim, a Trainee, felt pretty pathetic.
'Is that why that bitch Shin So-hyeon flipped out?'
Ha Yoon let out an inward hollow chuckle at the unbidden thought.
I must be stressed. Thinking like this proves it.
With three smokers puffing away, the already cramped counseling room filled with acrid haze.
From outside, it might look like a fire, but Ha Yoon, somewhat accustomed now, just felt a slight sting in her nose—bearable enough.
“Ha Yoon, hand.”
“Pardon?”
Ha Yoon reflexively questioned the sudden command, but at Han Seol-ah's narrowed eyes, she hastily extended her hand.
“Why my han— Aaagh!”
Sizzle— The faint sound of flesh searing rang out. Ha Yoon screamed in agony, tears welling as she stared at the cigarette now pressed to her palm. Trembling, she glared at its holder.
“Wh-why...”
“No ashtray handy. Saw your hand, so...”
Han Seol-ah replied casually, as if it were nothing. Ha Yoon's eyes bulged in fury, but it didn't last. Han Seol-ah grabbed her other hand.
“I used your right, so left's for Master!”
“W-wait— Hyaak!”
Woo Shin-hyung pressed the cigarette butt to her left palm without hesitation, drawing another scream. Only after the sizzle fully stopped did they release her hands.
Ha Yoon tremblingly examined them. Right in the center of each palm was a charred, hole-like burn mark.
“Haha, looks just like stigmata!”
“That's blasphemy.”
“Who cares!”
Han Seol-ah, once a churchgoer, knew it best. Comparing a cigarette burn to the stigmata was outrageous. But since becoming a TS Victim, she no longer believed in God, so she had no qualms.
Blasphemy or not, if it was fun, that was enough. Woo Shin-hyung shook his head, watching Han Seol-ah giggle and Ha Yoon shudder at her hands.
“Enough clowning around. We should get moving. Lots of places to hit today, right?”
“Oh, right! Yeah! Got carried away reuniting after so long.”
“Agh...!”
Han Seol-ah seized Ha Yoon's still-hot hand, drawing a pained groan, but ignored it.
“Let's go! Shopping time!”