Chapter 167: Discipline Must Be Enforced [R-18]

Panting, she muttered to herself as she slowly brought her knees together and bent forward.

Taeyoung wiped away the semen that had dripped onto his thigh with the back of her hand, then reached for his groin again.

“Hah, that’s right.”

Muttering, Taeyoung wrapped a hand around his cock.

It was still only half-limp, but she could feel it slowly growing larger again at her fingertips.

“If it weren’t for this, why else would I be here with you?”

As she spoke, she began to stroke him slowly, alternating between her palm and the back of her hand.

Her wet fingertips, the dried spit and semen clinging to her skin—it all combined to create an increasingly lewd sound with every movement.

The drill instructor looked down at her and chuckled.

“So? You want to live with this thing?”

Instead of answering, Taeyoung tightened her grip.

The heat that filled her palm, the slow, pulsing throb—she swallowed another curse.

Fucking bastard, always saying the shittiest things…

The drill instructor crossed his arms and leaned back, stroking the kneeling Taeyoung’s hair.

“Ha. You think you’ll find a man as understanding as me once you’re back in the real world? A career soldier is a good catch, isn’t it?”

Her hand moved more intensely, and the drill instructor let out a snort, his brow furrowing.

“Bullshit. It’d be fucking awful.”

“Your mouth is running wild, but your hand is working so damn hard. Just like you.”

I’ll keep remembering this moment, so how the fuck could it be ‘good’?

Besides, society? Discharge? Talk of the future meant nothing to Taeyoung. Right now, she was just trying to vent this helpless frustration through sex with him.

Harder than a moment ago, his cock asserted its full presence in her hand.

The moment she felt it, Taeyoung lowered her head and lightly pressed her forehead against his lower abdomen.

Her eyes were squeezed shut.

“So now… put it in.”

“Did you learn nothing from before?”

Teach her one day, and she’s already acting up the next. The drill instructor seemed to pity her stupidity.

“Ugh, stop it—you fucking bitch…”

The words slipped through her lips.

At that, the drill instructor’s frown slowly eased. His sharp eyes softened, a testament to the authority he possessed.

“What was that?”

He leaned down and lifted Taeyoung’s chin.

“Say it again.”

Taeyoung opened her eyes and met his gaze, wondering for a second if she’d crossed a line, before looking away and speaking again.

“What? Why, you fucking bitch? How long do you want me to keep you hard!”

The words tumbled out, even from her parched lips.

For the drill instructor, whose eyes were already filled with the hierarchy and discipline ingrained over nine years of military life, a distinct fire ignited.

He let go of her chin with a flick and shoved her shoulder with his forearm, spitting out a single command.

“You’re the bitch—you fucking cock-slut. Get on all fours.”

As if accepting the dog-like situation she had brought upon herself, Taeyoung planted her hands on the floor.

Knees apart, arms outstretched to the ground. His sharp kicks adjusted her posture until she was in a punishment hold.

The slickness that had spread between her thighs was now smearing the floor.

“Taeyoung, you were doing so well. Why are you like this? I show you a little affection and you think we’re on the same level?” the drill instructor asked.

Taeyoung pressed her lips together and refused to look up at him.

“Let’s try that again.”

“…Put it in…” Taeyoung managed to squeeze out.

Before long, her back, lacking both the muscle and the patience to hold the position, was severely arched, and her hands on the floor were trembling pathetically.

He tapped her plump buttocks with his cock.

“More.”

“Please…”

The drill instructor laughed, as if tossing pity to something insignificant.

“Hey. Even if I favor you, it’s only been two days.”

Far from letting her up, he climbed on top of her prone body.

“That’s all it’s been. But when someone shows you affection, isn’t it better for our relationship if you act affectionate back?”

He grabbed her drooping breasts with both hands, adding his own weight as he pressed the head of his cock against the entrance to her cunt.

“Just let your knees touch the ground.”

The drill instructor’s words were indifferent.

Her arms, barely holding her up, had already begun to tremble like they were vibrating.

Her arms were already faltering and her back was crushed under his weight, so it was only a matter of time before her knees gave out. He was just controlling when it happened.

“You crawled all the way here begging me to put it in. So why are you being so defiant?”

Unable to lift her head, Taeyoung could only see his thighs between her own legs. She let out a hollow laugh, then gasped as the head of his cock brushed between her cheeks.

As he physically expressed his displeasure, Taeyoung couldn’t hold back any longer, shaking her head as she spoke.

“Ahk… Fuck, I just… have to act pretty… right…?!”

He was pleased by her rebelliousness, but only because of the pleasure that came from breaking that spirit.

“You say you’ll act pretty, but your mouth is still so foul,” the drill instructor said coolly.

With those words, he squeezed her breasts hard from below.

“Hahk—!”

“Your knees are about to touch, you know.”

“Heuk, haah… Ah, I really… can’t hold this position… anymore…”

“How long has it been? Don’t whine about a punishment your squad mates do just because you’re a girl.”

At that, Taeyoung felt a surge of anger, wanting to scream and ask if those bastards also had him riding them and squeezing their tits, but she just shook her head frantically.

“No… no, no… I, I really, really, fuck, I’ll really… act pretty…”

Her words overlapped as her breathing grew ragged.

Her ass rose higher on its own, and with her words, Taeyoung spread her legs wider.

A corner of the drill instructor’s mouth lifted into a slight smirk.

“What… am I going to do with you?”

The drill instructor pushed his knees into the back of Taeyoung’s, pressing down.

“Aack—!”

“Stupid, headstrong. A total bitch.”

She was shocked as hell, but thanks to him, she could now support her weight with her entire calves.

Thinking the hierarchical punishment was over in favor of his mockery and contempt, Taeyoung let out a sigh of relief, but then he drove his hips forward.

“Kkeuk…!! Haaak…!”

All the way.

In a single, fluid motion, he pushed all of himself into her wet passage.

The sensation of being split open from within made Taeyoung’s spine tremble as she swallowed a scream.

Her back arched like a bow, and her arms, braced against the floor, nearly gave out.

“I almost fell for it again. Is this you, ‘acting pretty’?”

The drill instructor looked down at Taeyoung’s back, his smirk widening.

His hands were still clutching her tits, pinning her down without an inch of space between them.

“Try to act cute… like this part of you is.”

Even when he held still, the folds of her cunt twitched and contracted, trying to close the gap he had forced open.

“Haak… Ah… Eut…!”

He thrust his hips again. And then, without a pause—

Thrust, thrust, thrust!

“Haa… Heuk… Ahng…”

As her hips swayed with his slick, invading rhythm, she shifted her hands on the floor and lifted her head toward his chest.

She hesitated, looking utterly mortified, but finally opened her mouth.

“…Drill Instructor, Jun-hyung…”

“Heh.”

Hearing her say his name, he looked amused, a strange curve forming on his lips.

The drool, sweat, and slickness dripping from the woman beneath him were staining the floor.

“Ahng… Haa, Choi Jun-hyung, Jun-hyung, oppa…!”

It wasn’t a sudden wave of pleasure or an unexpected jolt of pain.

It was as if she was trying her best to follow his order to act cute, and a kind of crazed satisfaction flickered in his eyes.

“A bastard who used to have a dick is calling me ‘oppa’ so easily.”

His words were mocking, but from the way he was fucking her, Taeyoung knew he didn’t hate it.

“Ugh, heut…!”

Pressing Taeyoung’s body down, he stirred inside her pussy even more obscenely.

“Aren’t you going to say more?”

If anything, he was the one demanding it.

Jun-hyung deliberately moved his fingers from her breasts to her hardened nipples and squeezed.

“…Jun-hyung.”

The name she called out was quiet.

“Look at her, calling me ‘Jun-hyung’ like we’re friends when I’m nine years older.”

“Aish, c’mon… Jun-hyung, oppa.”

His lips were so close they almost brushed her nape.

“Oppa, do it more… Harder…!”

Fucking bastard. As if ‘oppa’ is such a big deal.

It was a provocation she had chosen herself.

But even for Taeyoung, who had done it with a spiteful, “I bet you didn’t think I would,” this was a path that only she didn’t recognize as one of even deeper submission.

“That’s right. That was a little cute.”

Jun-hyung straightened up, releasing her breasts and gripping her waist firmly instead.

Taeyoung’s knees ached on the bare floor, but it was easy for him to pin her pelvis with both hands and pound into her.

“Haa… Ahng… Uuht…”

Taeyoung was increasingly swept up in his rhythm, and her hands on the floor kept sliding forward.

Each time her body gave way and slipped, his arms would drag her back.

“Keep calling my name. Until I stop.”

The words were a declaration: the moment you stop, I’m done.

“Jun-hyung… oppa… Oppa, more…”

Obedience and pleasure, emotion and power, all mixed together in a battle where it was impossible to tell who was more lost.

Even breathing out loud was becoming difficult.

The moans caught in her throat wouldn’t escape, and her hands repeatedly scratched and slipped on the floor.

“Ha… Ah, euk…”

As he drove deep inside her, the feeling grew steeper. His hands were locked onto the small of her back, showing no sign of stopping.

The joking tone was gone now. Sweat beaded on Jun-hyung’s forehead, and his bloodshot eyes no longer held only the emotion of punishment.

As a drop of sweat fell from the tip of his chin onto Taeyoung’s back, her hips bucked one more time.

She had been biting her lip out of pride, but in the moment he pushed through with a final, breath-stealing thrust, Jun-hyung took a short, sharp breath from inside Taeyoung.

He knew he couldn’t stop.

And without a word, the other knew it too.

Jun-hyung’s body shuddered. The moment the strength left his hands, which had been pressing her down so hard, he froze, buried deep inside her.

For a long moment, they stayed like that.

Only the sound of their ragged breathing swirled between them.

The strength drained from the hands on her back, and for a brief second, his upper body rested against hers, as if leaning on her.

This was just supposed to be a way to blow off steam.

It had started as an obsession to tame a defiant TS soldier in the training center, but the sexual chemistry was fucking, insanely good.

Jun-hyung pulled out and slowly got up.

Sweat dripped onto his chest, the heat between them cooling.

When he looked back, she was collapsed on the floor without him to support her, just panting for breath.

“Don’t make that face.”

Damn bitch, she’s sexy.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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