Chapter 25: Yoon Taeyoung (5) [R-18]

Right after the unit assignments were announced, Yoon Taeyoung veered off course instead of heading back to the barracks.

—The drill instructor’s office.

She went to find the man she always fought with, cursed at, yet had fucked more deeply than anyone else. She knocked, and the drill instructor opened the door and saw her. Taeyoung strode inside as if she owned the place and glared up at him.

“You… what the hell was that useless stunt you pulled?”

“Fuck, I figured you’d miss me when I’m gone.”

As always, they spat the words out, feigning toughness, but a subtle, lingering emotion seeped through.

Avoiding his damn annoying gaze, Taeyoung, who had been leaning against the door, ran to him and threw her arms around him.

“You’re so fucking annoying.”

Taeyoung stroked the drill instructor’s chest, quietly listening to his heartbeat. At the reaction of this fully ripened woman, the corner of the drill instructor’s mouth crept up in a smirk. He didn’t bother with a reply, simply resting a hand on top of her head.

“Hey. For the next three days, you’d better make damn sure I can’t forget you.”

“Bullshit.”

“That’s the only way I’ll even think about using my leave to come see you.”

The look in his eyes as he spoke was neither a challenge nor a joke. He looked down at Taeyoung and whispered.

“So, do it right.”

Taeyoung grabbed the collar of his uniform and tore it open. His infuriatingly handsome face, lips pressed into a firm line. The mouth that spouted nothing but bullshit was, for this one moment, unbearably tender.

“…You really think you’ll die without me, don’t you?”

“You’re the one who’s going to die.”

A smirk played on his lips as he pulled her in by the waist. Their breaths drew closer, their gazes locked. It wasn’t a fiery look, but it was heavy with unspoken things.

“Do it hard. Hard enough to leave a mark.”

“Is that an order?”

“…Yeah.”

After a long moment of standing in silence, he finally began to move. With each slow push of his hands raising the hem of her clothes, Taeyoung held her breath.

Despite the bright sunlight outside, the window here was always covered by a curtain. Using the darkness to her advantage, Taeyoung dug her nails into his back and whispered.

“Just three days. I’m going to live off this memory for the rest of my life, so you’d better be ready.”

The drill instructor laughed it off.

“Careful, or you’ll be dripping for the rest of your life just thinking about me.”

“Acting like you’re hot shit.”

Taeyoung pushed him back as she continued to kiss him, then pulled away, panting for breath.

“You call this a kiss? You fucking amateur.”

The drill instructor lifted his chin and thrust his hips forward. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk.

“And yet you still came looking for me? All that fucking wasn’t enough for you? God, you’re cute, you little bitch.”

“If I offered my body, the line would stretch across the entire training ground. Listen to you spouting bullshit.”

The drill instructor lifted her by the thigh and whispered, his words a strange, searing heat as he spoke, his lips almost licking her earlobe.

“When there’s nothing you love more than my cock.”

Taeyoung gritted her teeth. His voice was so deep and hot it was maddening, making her want to curse. She tried to push him away with her hands but ended up grabbing his hair, stumbling.

“You bastard… what the fuck did you do to me…”

“I got you addicted. You think you can ever get out what I’ve left inside you?”

“Hah… If I get pregnant, I’ll come running straight to you, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“Already planning on getting knocked up? What a fucking gold digger.”

Their eyes met. Her pupils swam with a mixture of hatred and desire for him.

“Don’t blame me if your career goes down the shitter.”

They crashed into each other again. Tongues brushed, teeth clashed, hands scratched at skin.

What they shared wasn’t love, but addiction. It was hatred, but it was also desire.

“So fucking annoying.”

As his cock began to rub between her legs, Taeyoung scoffed and pulled the drill instructor closer by his shoulders, as if trying to rip them from their sockets. An emotion that felt seared into her eyes rose to the surface.

The moment he inhaled, her lips latched onto his neck.

“For a drill instructor, you sure talk a lot. So what, does this mean you win because I came and threw myself at you first today?”

“It means I have permission to spread you open just like this.”

The drill instructor answered in a low, dry voice. His hand, already on her waist, was reading her every reaction.

“I’ll fucking kill you. Tomorrow, I’m going to ruin you. I’ll sketch the size of your dick and hand it out to all the trainees.”

“Go ahead. Do it. I’ll still be their superior no matter where I go.”

“……You pervert.”

Even as she said it, Taeyoung couldn’t stay still, roughly shoving him away as he tried to meet her lips. But the drill instructor grabbed her by the waist and sat her down on the table.

“Three days left. Come every day.”

“You can’t get it up for anyone else anyway, you premature fuck.”

They mocked each other, but their eyes never parted. Taeyoung spread her legs, facing his familiar, erect cock.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Taeyoung whispered into his ear.

“Since it’s come to this, should I cum on your face today?”

This time, it was her tongue that licked his earlobe.

“Don’t you worry. I’m going to make sure you can’t pull your mouth away from between my thighs later.”

He gripped her waist and began to thrust, hard. From the table to the floor, then to the wall. Their space shifted continuously, without a moment to breathe.

Thump, thump!

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small office.

Without needing to decide who went first, they burrowed into each other, trying to hold, bite, and claw until the other’s breath gave out.

“Is this… the best you can do?”

“No, that’s a line I save for when you’re trembling on top of me.”

The drill instructor’s grip on her body was still tight enough to tear her apart.

“Trembling already?”

“Hah, ugh, I’m saving it up to cum on your face, you bastard.”

“Then spread ‘em. Whether you give out first or I melt away, we’re seeing this through to the end today.”

Lately, they had been locked in a daily battle of pride over who could make the other come first. The sex had only grown more intense because of it, showing no signs of stopping.

“Fuck… Fuck, you fucking asshole… Aack!”

Taeyoung clawed at his forearm, gasping for air. Curses flew from her mouth, but today, like every other day, her body was already betraying her, revealing that she had already lost.

“Hey, you’re clenching so tight~”

“I’ll kill you… Fuck… Stop saying things like that…”

“Then make me stop. Can I pull out, then?”

“Don’t!”

The word shot out of her in an instant. Taeyoung squeezed her eyes shut. The voice was sharper than a breath.

Before the drill instructor’s movements could even stop, Taeyoung pushed her own body forward.

“Ha, hey… you—”

“Shut up… and just move.”

A small, low mumble. It was decidedly not kind, but it was neither a command nor a plea. It was simply a single, honest confession from Taeyoung.

The drill instructor’s eyebrows twitched for a moment.

“Hah… you’re trying your damnedest to get off now, aren’t you?”

He grinned as he looked down at her. Taeyoung clenched her jaw instead of answering. Her cheeks flushed red, and her eyes grew wet. He let out a low laugh and gripped her waist firmly.

“Where do you think you’re going? Without my permission.”

It was instantaneous. The drill instructor snatched her control away in a single move, returning to a deep, rough rhythm. A shiver ran down Taeyoung’s spine, and a low moan, “Ku-eut…!” escaped her lips.

“You come so easily, so why? Why do you keep acting tough, trying to beat me?” he whispered, his voice dripping with scorn. Taeyoung flinched, her shoulders twitching as she panted instead of screaming. Her body was betraying her, reacting far too quickly.

“No matter how much you run your mouth and fight back, I was the first one inside you, and I’ll always be the one to make you finish. Understand, Taeyoung?”

“……Hnng, fuck…”

She tried to curse, but the emotion laced in her voice was closer to a deeper dependence.

Taeyoung’s body was lifted in his arms, thoroughly soaked. Her legs, weak from an orgasm she’d lost count of, were limp as she was held in his embrace.

“Ha… haah… haht…”

Through ragged breaths, she looked up at him, completely broken. But the man acted as if he still hadn’t had enough.

“You came again, you fucking bitch. You really can’t hold it in?” he whispered with a low laugh.

Taeyoung bit her lip. She had been the one trying to seize control. But he always starved her until the very end, expertly breaking her down.

“…Shit, stop…”

“What is this bullshit? You get off and you can’t even satisfy me?”

The drill instructor gripped her waist and, once more, thrust deep inside.

“You son of a—bitch!”

A loud scream tore from her, and Taeyoung instinctively clung to his shoulders. Her body had realized it couldn’t escape or win long before her mind had, and now, she too had surrendered, a low, lewd moan slipping from her lips.

“Aahng, haht, euung…!!”

“Just let me come once, you pathetic cunt.”

“No. I… I can’t…”

Taeyoung shook her head.

“Kyaaa—aht!”

Her scream only spurred on the man’s lust, echoing through the small office. The rhythm that threatened to steal her breath, its depth and speed, were now beyond what she could handle.

“No, no… stop… really…!”

But the drill instructor only pressed his lips firmly to her ear and whispered.

“When you say no, has it ever stopped?”

And then—that final thrust.

A pleasure that shook her entire body lifted Taeyoung completely. Her whole being screamed that she was his woman. She clung to him unconsciously, her cunt refusing to let him go.

“Ugh, you fucking bitch…”

His cock, which he had been forcefully holding back every time he was about to come, finally gave in to the pressure of her clenching walls and found its release.

By the time Taeyoung’s moans and ragged breaths subsided, it was all over. Only then did the drill instructor let out a breath and stroke her damp hair.

“……You satisfied now? Care to admit you lost?”

Taeyoung panted for a long while before weakly punching his chest and muttering.

“…Bullshit.”

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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