Chapter 98
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 98
Chapter Title: Submission (2)
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Ha Yoon arrived in front of the infirmary but didn't go inside right away.
"Hoo..."
She let out a sigh, her face twisted in an expression like she'd immediately shove a cigarette in her mouth if she had one, then ruffled her hair.
She couldn't deny that, aside from the first month, life had been pretty easygoing up until now. Trainer duty had mostly fallen to Teacher Park, with Teacher Choi occasionally stepping in, and Teacher Gan barely at all—you could say he was nonexistent. At this point, it was practically no different from slacking off, considering she was still at the Hope Education Academy.
But a summons from Teacher Gan at this timing? It felt off somehow.
'...No way did Seon-ah pull some stunt like I did.'
It wasn't impossible. If she'd stuck to Teacher Park like glue for meals, Kim Seon-ah was more than capable of the same. Plus, she frequented the infirmary so often it was practically her dedicated post with Teacher Gan.
This summons might even be an extension of what happened in the multipurpose practice room before.
'Still, he probably won't go too hard on me.'
She didn't exactly trust Teacher Gan, but she could trust Kim Seon-ah. Surely, her friend wouldn't let anything too brutal happen. With that thought, Ha Yoon stood and approached the door.
...Maybe she should loaf around a bit longer before going in. That was the idea flickering through her mind when she heard footsteps from behind.
The soft patter suggested bare feet. In the academy, only trainees went barefoot, so she could guess who it was.
Ha Yoon turned her head slowly with a smirk.
"What, sneaking up on me like—"
Thwack. Heat bloomed on the back of her skull, stars exploding in her vision. Her body crumpled against the door, limbs going limp. Strength drained from her entire frame. In her flickering consciousness, like a stuttering lightbulb, she realized someone had struck the back of her head.
And that someone was probably Kim Seon-ah. But why? As her body slid down the door, Ha Yoon's lips twitched.
"Ugh, ack..."
No proper words came out. It was only natural after a blow to the nape. She mumbled incoherently a few times before blacking out.
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When she came to, everything was pitch black. Had she gone blind? Her heart lurched at the thought, but then she noticed a soft cloth over her eyes and exhaled shakily.
"Mmph..."
At the same time, a splitting pain throbbed in the back of her head. And something was stuffed tightly in her mouth. A gag... no, a ball gag? Saliva dribbled as she let out a pained groan.
"Slurp, you're awake? Mmm..."
"Mmgh?"
Kim Seon-ah? Ha Yoon turned her head toward the voice. Predictably, the blindfold blocked everything.
But it was unmistakably Kim Seon-ah's voice. The wet sucking sounds told her she was blowing someone—probably Teacher Gan's cock. As that realization hit, another wave of head-splitting pain made Ha Yoon gasp.
She wanted to demand why the hell she'd done this. But with the ball gag distorting her mouth and her body bound tight, she couldn't even speak, let alone get closer.
As Ha Yoon groaned, the sucking sounds continued. They grew more intense, followed by gulping swallows—Teacher Gan must have cum. Moments later, footsteps approached right up to her face.
"Sorry first off. Does your head hurt a lot?"
That's what you call an apology? Ha Yoon grumbled inwardly. Unaware, Kim Seon-ah just kept talking.
"I didn't plan on this from the start. But after thinking it over, I realized there was no other way."
Ha Yoon felt a hand gently stroking the back of her head. Amid the touch, something odd—a bandage, probably.
Made sense; she'd been hit hard enough to knock out cold, so there had to be bleeding. The apology wasn't entirely fake; Kim Seon-ah's hand kept fussing with the bandage edges.
"But I had to do it this way. It's the only way to break that attitude of yours a little."
"Mmph."
"Frustrating not to talk, right? But I can't take it off yet... Twelve hours from now."
...Twelve hours? Ha Yoon wondered if she'd misheard. That would be past morning, right into the start of daily routines. What the hell were they planning to do, leave her like this that long? The question answered itself soon enough.
"Don't worry about routines. Teacher Gan told the others he'd be giving you intensive training for a few days."
"Mmph?!"
Intensive training made her choke out a gasp. Of course—when she was a trainer, she'd locked trainees she wanted to play with all day under the guise of "intensive training" for days on end.
"It won't be forever, though. Just three days. I'll be here too."
Kim Seon-ah meant it as comfort, but it fell flat. Ha Yoon thrashed to escape her bonds. No use—her chair-bound body wouldn't budge.
Arms lashed tight to the armrests, ropes around her waist and neck tethering her to the backrest, legs wrapped multiple times around the chair legs.
Visualizing it, Ha Yoon paled. Worse, two small holes beneath her seat tormented her further. Sweat beaded as Kim Seon-ah murmured pityingly.
"You've figured out what's coming, huh? But it's too late now."
With those words, something covered her head, extending to her ears and blocking all sound. Just like what Teacher Choi had done early in her academy days. Recalling it, Ha Yoon jerked wildly—but futilely.
Unlike her struggles, toys began attaching one by one. Rotors clamped firmly to each nipple—two per side. Massive vibrators, slathered in gel, plunged into her pussy and ass. Even her clit got crushed under a fixed electric massager.
Feeling the devices settle in, Ha Yoon's breaths grew ragged. If they all activated at once, who knew what would happen.
And Kim Seon-ah had said twelve hours before release. Sheer terror gripped Ha Yoon. Teacher Choi's session had been barely three or four hours—this was triple that?
Her mind would shatter first. Pleasure turning to agony, smashing her brain. She'd cease to be herself. Terror-stricken, she screamed—muffled by earplugs, but screaming nonetheless.
A hand settled on her shoulder—soft skin, Kim Seon-ah's. Light pats like reassurance made Ha Yoon swallow hard.
She knew it was the signal. And sure enough, the toys whirred to life all at once.
Vibrations hit. They swelled, shaking her whole body—like lying on ground during an earthquake.
But the energy focused on erogenous zones. Dangerous spots where stimulation stabbed pleasure straight to the brain. With sight and sound blocked, her other senses sharpened beyond normal—common knowledge.
Ha Yoon's body was hypersensitive. Climaxing would be effortless.
She came. Came again. Again. Over and over. So many times climax lost meaning.
The toys buzzed relentlessly against her sensitive flesh, flooding her brain with ecstasy. No resistance possible. Bound head to toe, all she could do was claw the armrests or curl and splay her toes.
Ragged breaths exploded past the gag. Ears plugged, but she knew her muffled screams were pathetic.
She couldn't stop. Without them, the ceaseless pleasure waves would overwhelm her.
Sweep away her mind until she forgot who she was. Even as her throat grew raw, Ha Yoon kept screaming.
But she couldn't endure forever. Twelve hours, Kim Seon-ah had said. Had an hour passed? No—probably not even thirty minutes.
Bound and deprived, time crawled slower than expected—she'd felt it before.
'Cumming, gonna cum again...!'
Ting. A sharp sting in her fingers, a nail ripping off from clawing too hard. Pain flared, but she kept scratching. It anchored her amid the bliss.
Temporarily. Soon, even pain felt good—her masochistic side twisting it into pleasure.
Ha Yoon cursed her body inwardly.
'Damn this sex slave body! How can pain feel this fucking good?! Ah, cumming again, keep cumming...!'
Each orgasm dulled her mind further. Thoughts looped on cumming pointlessly as drool poured from her gagged mouth. Dazed, she mumbled internally.
'Seon-ah please save me don't wanna cum anymore gonna cum again pussy ass turning dumb Teacher Gan please stop this nipples feel good clit harder aaaah—'
It was incoherent chaos, unworthy of human thought.
Pitiful for Ha Yoon, already crumbling—but only two of the twelve hours had passed.