Chapter 21: Corruption and the Reward Soldier (1) [R-18]

That morning, Seojin’s eyelids fell shut like heavy blocks of lead.

When the goddamn bugle call woke her, her entire body ached as if it had been crushed in someone’s hands.

Her shoulders slumped as though weighed down by sandbags. Every joint felt swollen with a fiery heat, and her skin pulled taut whenever she tried to lift her arms.

The insides of her thighs were so swollen she couldn’t have shown them to anyone. Because of it, even taking a single step was like swallowing a small blade.

And yet—

“Mmm…”

More than one pair of hands were kneading her breasts as she woke. It was the worst morning yet.

“Hey, I bet you guys are getting scattered to different barracks soon.”

“That bitch was fucking delicious. Amazing, even sharing her pussy with the other bastards.”

Seojin lagged the furthest behind during the grueling run. Ahead of her were the loudmouthed pricks who were spreading news about her to the other TS soldiers.

After that, there were no late passes, no exceptions, no considerations. Before them was only ‘Trainee Kang Seojin.’

Physical exhaustion gnawed away at her mind.

After another day or two, even the cardio she had been confident in became difficult, let alone the drills. Seojin had no idea how the days were passing.

But when she returned to the barracks, the only reality that existed was that the same thing would happen to her all over again.

Sunday arrived, and an announcement echoed through all the barracks.

「We will now announce this week’s top-performing reward soldiers.」

The title sounded as if it were wrapped in gold, but for the TS soldiers, it was a moment closer to a verdict.

「Barracks 105, Moon Sang-hyeok. Barracks 106, Kim Do-yoon.」

The names being called were unfamiliar.

Most of the TS soldiers had never seen their faces or exchanged a word with them. But now… they would become men to whom they had to offer their entire bodies.

At that moment, the barracks door flew open. The drill instructor who had been clinging so persistently to Taeyoung stood there, his face expressionless.

“Prepare to stand by. You three, follow me.”

Amidst it all, the futile hope of getting the ‘least terrible’ of the men weighed heavily on her heart.

It was no different for Seojin, who was already busy sucking another man’s cock. She even thought that dealing with one of these new men might be better than the entire barracks.

“Alright, you bastards, that’s enough.”

The drill instructor who had come to collect Seojin saw the scene, smirked, and ordered her to put her uniform back on as the disappointed men in the barracks watched.

There was no need to try too hard for a single day; it was a foregone conclusion that a top reward soldier would emerge from this barracks, where everyone was already crazy for Seojin.

“Ah, fuck. You’re dead when you get back,” the man who’d been forced to pull his cock from her mouth muttered, making sure the drill instructor couldn’t hear.

Seojin ignored him, her trembling hands straightening her clothes. But there was little to put on; her underwear had been taken by them long ago. The parts of her flesh that rubbed against the fabric screamed in silent agony.

Inside the drill instructors’ office, male trainees stood in neat lines, waiting for their turn. A single document lay on the desk, brought in by the instructor just moments before.

「This Week’s Reward Soldier Rankings」

The higher the number, the sooner you could choose.

“Number 1, Kim Do-yoon.”

“Sir!”

“Make your selection.”

Do-yoon stated the name with confidence.

“Trainee Kang Seojin!”

The drill instructor nodded. A checkmark was drawn next to the name on the document.

“Number 2, Moon Sang-hyeok.”

“Trainee Yoon Taeyoung!”

“Confirmed.”

The names continued.

The designated soldiers chose, and the chosen names disappeared one by one from the list. Someone picked Iseo, another chose Hyunjin.

One chose because she ‘looked pretty,’ another because of a single glance they’d shared during a run.

By the time the drill instructor’s hand stopped moving, the TS soldiers, who had been waiting in a small adjacent room, came face to face with them.

“…Hh.”

Seeing Seojin, who had once been the most resolute of them all, sitting there with empty eyes, the other TS soldiers couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity, but none of them could say a word.

There was nothing the TS soldiers could do.

Hyunjin had her arms crossed. Her chin was slightly raised, but her fingers were trembling. Iseo, surprisingly, blinked her eyes calmly, while Taeyoung cursed, Ha, fuck— and tried to calm herself down.

And then there was Seojin. She kept her head down, staring only at the tips of her feet.

“Numbers 1 through 3, to this room. Number 4, you can do it here.”

A door opened, and the drill instructor’s orders followed. The instructor who assigned the TS soldiers—numbers 1 through 3, excluding number 4 who would remain here—seemed like the devil himself.

Seojin was number 1.

If she maintained this rank, she would receive the highest grade in the performance-based reward system that would later determine their unit assignments. But was there anyone left who cared about that? She silently moved her feet.

The place Seojin entered was a small room.

On the floor was a mat covered in plastic sheeting. In the corner, a tray held wet wipes and a dry towel. The bare minimum of hygiene provided under the name of the military. But she knew the meaning of this space more clearly than anyone.

The number 1 trainee, who was already inside, had the build of a drill instructor and was just as sturdy as the men from before. And yet, upon seeing Seojin, he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck as if he’d wandered into a red-light district on his own.

“Ah, uh… This is my first time doing something like this…”

“……”

“So, I worked hard because of you… Please, take care of me.”

His lips trembled as he spoke. His gaze fled whenever she tried to meet his eyes, and his hands repeatedly clenched and unclenched the hem of his clothes.

Seojin watched him for a moment before lowering her gaze.

Then, instead of speaking, she knelt and slowly began to unbutton her shirt. Her fatigue-worn fingers undid the buttons as if by memory. It’ll be better to just get him off quick, drain him dry, and send him on his way.

“Hey, whoa…!”

The man standing before her swallowed hard and looked away. It was palpable without a word being said. In this room, she was clearly the calmer one.

“…Uh, I… I’m just really nervous…”

If not pity, it was the clumsy vocabulary of a young man with little experience with women. His large hand hung uselessly in the air, lost.

For the first time, the corners of Seojin’s lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

This human awkwardness was actually better. She placed her hands on the floor and slowly leaned forward, moving closer to him. Her long, soft hair brushed against his knees before his groan could even escape.

“Then just stay still.”

H-Her tits are huge…!

His vision filled with a mound of flesh he would never see outside. As if that wasn’t enough, whenever she lowered her arms slightly to crawl, her red, swollen nipples brushed against his leg.

“Aah…”

Seojin let out a low moan but didn’t stop moving toward him. The man’s erect cock twitched shamelessly inside his pants.

They surely used the same soap, but he thought he could smell something sweet on her body. He hadn’t even touched her yet, but he felt like he was about to cum.

“…Ah.”

When Seojin’s white hand landed beside his knee, as gently as if stroking a person, the boundary was unequivocally breached.

The number one reward soldier, Kim Do-yoon, couldn’t take his eyes off Seojin, who remained still before him, her body lowered.

She looked like someone hiding a smile that said, ‘I’ve prepared for this day.’ She slowly withdrew her hand and brought her knees slightly together.

Even while kneeling, her posture was not the least bit humiliating.

A body like this… really exists.

His eyes slid from her unbelievably large breasts to the flat stomach beneath them, then to her hips, which were wider than her chest, and down to her thighs.

She hadn’t fully undressed yet, and he wanted to rip away the shirt that still hung on her, but he didn’t want to break the spell of this seductive act, to see just how far she would go.

He secretly clenched his fists. If this was the reward for crawling through hell for the past few weeks, he would gladly capture the North Korean army if they invaded, just to thank them for the opportunity to boost his performance record.

Is this… a dream or what…

Even the small breath Seojin exhaled as she parted her lips was so sexy he wanted to drink it all in.

As her shirt slipped down, her shoulders, her collarbones, and what lay beneath were slowly revealed. It was truly beyond imagination. A body he’d never even seen on a screen.

Faint marks meant her skin wasn’t as immaculately pale as her face, but every time her heavy breasts swayed slightly, his reason threatened to snap.

“…Are you… gonna do it right away…?”

It was a stupid question.

His hand cautiously touched Seojin’s thigh. The moment their skin met, her muscles flinched ever so slightly. And yet, she closed her eyes and nodded as if giving permission.

Is she really… really okay with this?

Do-yoon swallowed hard.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he wrapped his entire palm around her thigh. It was soft. Hotter than he’d imagined, and so… white.

The flesh of a woman he could do anything he wanted with. His heart pounded. The sensation rushed straight to his fully erect cock.

“Haah…”

A breath that sounded like a moan escaped him. At the sound, Seojin lowered her torso even further. Her breasts were still barely held in place by a few buttons, but they swayed with her every movement.

Seojin lowered her gaze and finally undid the last two buttons on her shirt.

Her skin was completely exposed. With a soft jiggle, her nipples were revealed, and the line of her cleavage deepened.

For the man named Kim Do-yoon, looking away now would be impossible, even if it meant biting off his own tongue. He gathered his courage, squeezed her thigh, and watched her reaction.

He was sweating profusely as he tried to meet her eyes, but her gaze wasn’t on him. It was fixed on the fervently swollen crotch of his pants.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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