Chapter 89
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 89
Chapter Title: Night, Hotel
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“...Gasp!”
By the time Ha Yoon opened her eyes, the sun was already dipping below the horizon. She stared blankly at the scenery drifting past the window, then suddenly jolted upright with a start, her body twitching.
‘When did I fall asleep?’
The last thing she remembered was an intense wave of pleasure slamming into her head. After that, she had no idea if she'd lost consciousness or if the overwhelming ecstasy had simply wiped her memory clean—nothing came to mind.
But one thing was crystal clear: she'd passed out, which meant she hadn't been able to properly satisfy the VIP's desires. The realization wrapped her in an uncontrollable wave of anxiety.
Of course, if she thought about it, it was Han Seol-ah's fault—the VIP's slave—for pushing her too far. But given their relationship, Woo Shin-hyung would undoubtedly blame Ha Yoon for not enduring it rather than faulting his own slave.
‘The holiday's still got a long way to go...!’
Woo Shin-hyung had borrowed her until 9 a.m. the next day. But Ha Yoon didn't seriously believe he'd return her to the academy on time. The academy director himself groveled before VIPs like him—why would they bother with punctuality?
Even Teacher Park, who had made that promise, probably assumed she wouldn't be back on schedule. It had happened plenty of times before. Ha Yoon was trembling in terror, wondering what torments she'd face for wasting time by blacking out, when—
“Oh, you're awake?”
“Ah, eek.”
“Why so jumpy?”
Han Seol-ah, seated in the passenger seat, turned her head and spoke. Ha Yoon flinched. A small, incredulous laugh followed, but Ha Yoon remained tense.
“Aren't you hungry?”
“I-I'm f-fine—!”
Ignoring her, Han Seol-ah kept talking. Ha Yoon tried to insist she was okay, but her stomach let out a loud, betraying rumble.
She grimaced and clutched her belly with her arms. Giggles erupted from the front seat.
“No need to hide it. We're heading to eat right now anyway.”
“Eat...?”
“Yeah. Movie's off the table, so we're just going to the hotel to rest.”
Of course, “rest” probably didn't mean what it sounded like. Why else drag her out of the academy?
As Ha Yoon pondered this, the car carrying them veered away from the city center. It wasn't far, but the streets grew noticeably quieter.
And there, in the distance, loomed a massive hotel. Ha Yoon couldn't tell how upscale it was, but when they arrived, an employee approached, took the keys from Woo Shin-hyung, and handled parking.
Did the Sunwoo Group have influence here too? Woo Shin-hyung didn't act as arrogantly as he had at the department store, though. It was probably just a nice, ordinary hotel.
Ha Yoon cautiously scanned her surroundings as she followed behind.
“Why have you been hunching like that since earlier?”
“P-Pardon?”
Han Seol-ah approached suddenly and asked. Ha Yoon stammered in response. It was obvious she was on edge, so Han Seol-ah tilted her head.
“Don't tell me you're nervous because it's your first time at a place like this?”
“That's part of it, but... places like this just don't suit me...”
More precisely, she felt diminished by them. Coming from the gutters, the glittering space made her fidgety and ill at ease.
Hearing that, Han Seol-ah looked at her in surprise before smiling and stroking her head.
“Ha Yoon has such a cute side. But you should get used to it. You'll be coming to spots like this endlessly from now on.”
“Endlessly? What do you...?”
Did she mean they'd keep dragging her out of the academy like this every time? Ha Yoon stared at her in confusion, and Han Seol-ah tilted her head.
“Huh? Didn't I tell you when we met last month?”
“W-Well, I don't really remember that meeting clearly. Everything's... fuzzy.”
“Oh, the drugs? Well, it's no big deal to explain again.”
Han Seol-ah muttered to herself and nodded before addressing her.
“After you graduate, you'll come to the Master.”
“...Me?”
“Yeah. Isn't that great? Being with the Master.”
As if it were. Seeing Han Seol-ah grin innocently, Ha Yoon wanted to bite her tongue.
Wasn't it just a fancy way of saying he'd keep her around to torment forever? For the first time, Ha Yoon regretted ever messing with Han Seol-ah in the past.
If she hadn't, she wouldn't have been caught right after transforming, nor ended up as Woo Shin-hyung's slave.
But it was too late for that. Before she knew it, Ha Yoon found herself seated in a serene, upscale restaurant.
Her sweat-soaked clothes had been changed at some point—when she woke up, she was in a semi-dress that fit right in with everyone else's attire.
But with her cherry blossom-like eyes and hair color, all eyes were on her. Amid the soft classical music, she caught snippets of whispers from nearby tables.
Han Seol-ah must have heard them too, but she asked calmly,
“Do they still only feed you oatmeal at the academy these days?”
“Yes.”
“Such a weird rule. Forcing trainees to eat tasteless oatmeal. I've lived like this for over three years, and let me tell you—skipping that junk and eating like everyone else doesn't affect your figure at all.”
“That's because the diet isn't really about maintaining figures...”
The oatmeal supplied to academies nationwide came exclusively from one food company. Its owner was the family of a politician who had been a key figure in passing the transformation syndrome laws.
In short: corruption.
“Is that so? I thought they just skimped because they didn't want to waste good food on trainees.”
That played a part too. Oatmeal was dirt cheap in bulk, easy on costs, and low-maintenance—which was why it became the staple.
“As expected from a former Trainer—you know all this stuff I didn't.”
It wasn't because she was a Trainer. Anyone paying a little attention could find it with a quick search; it was that well-known.
Of course, Ha Yoon had learned it precisely because she was one—thanks to her chatty colleague, Teacher Gan.
“...Yeah, exactly.”
Instead of correcting her, Ha Yoon just played along.
Meanwhile, their ordered dishes began arriving one by one. They were a feast fit for emperors, leaving her quietly stunned. Han Seol-ah chuckled.
“Eat up. Once you're back at the academy, you won't even see food like this for ages.”
“Don't talk like you're paying. I'm the one footing the bill.”
“Aww, just let me pretend for a bit.”
Woo Shin-hyung spoke in exasperation, and Han Seol-ah instantly clung to him, acting all cutesy. The sight killed Ha Yoon's appetite. But Han Seol-ah's next words made her face harden.
“Well, I'm not kidding about eating a lot. You can't just pass out like last time tonight. Got it?”
“...Yes.”
Night. Somehow. Ha Yoon carefully sliced into the fist-sized steak before her and brought a piece to her lips.
It was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.
After the lengthy meal, they arrived at their reserved room. But contrary to Ha Yoon's fears, Woo Shin-hyung didn't pounce right away. He flopped face-down on the bed and told Han Seol-ah,
“Gonna sleep for a bit.”
With that, he let out even breaths and passed out. More tired than expected? Ha Yoon stared blankly at him until Han Seol-ah took her hand.
“You know the Master's hot, but no time to gawk.”
“Huh?”
“Time to wash up. He didn't say it, but you stink of sweat.”
Instinctively, Ha Yoon lifted her arm and sniffed. Sure enough, sweat wafted from her skin—mingled faintly with perfume. Come to think of it, she'd sweated buckets from those rotors buzzing inside her during sex.
“We wiped you down and sprayed perfume before changing your clothes, but you still need a proper wash. If you want to impress the Master.”
“...Understood.”
She didn't particularly want to impress him, but refusing didn't appeal either. Pissing her off wasn't smart. Ha Yoon nodded, and Han Seol-ah led her by the hand to the bathroom. Her steps were confident—she'd clearly been here more than once or twice.
Opening a door revealed a spacious bathroom, big enough for five people. The bathtub was equally massive, filled with water.
Before Han Seol-ah could say anything, Ha Yoon stripped off her clothes. Now that she was aware, her body felt grimy. She wanted to scrub it clean immediately. As Ha Yoon undressed, Han Seol-ah started doing the same.
Ha Yoon didn't ask why she was stripping too. Instead, she eyed her warily. Remembering the bathroom ordeal from their last encounter, she half-expected a repeat.
“Why the stare? Scared I'll jump you?”
“Honestly? Yes.”
“Don't worry. I just came to wash up too—purely.”
Han Seol-ah smiled innocently, as if to prove her harmlessness. Ha Yoon didn't buy it for a second.
And her suspicions proved right once they were washing and slipped into the tub. Han Seol-ah sidled up, her hands fondling Ha Yoon's breasts before quickly sliding lower.
“Eek...! Y-You said just washing...!”
“But you're the one seducing me, Ha Yoon. Shaking those huge tits around.”
I didn't! Ha Yoon protested inwardly while moaning aloud.