108 – Interlude (2)

Once the previous classes had all left, there was no one who could stop Hayoon from running wild in the dormitory.

Of course, it wasn’t like it was any different before, but she was practically the most senior member now, and none of those who came after her had as nasty a personality as Hayoon, so no one dared to defy her.

With nothing to hold her back, Hayoon harassed Jo Yeonhwa in front of others and bullied noticeable trainees, just like she did back in her teaching days.

“Why is that bitch acting up so much when she’s about to leave?”

When Nam Juwon said this with a sigh, the three junior trainees, including Hwang Mina, nodded in agreement.

“Last time, I just made eye contact with her and got slapped…”

“A slap is lucky… I ran into her in the bathroom, and she suddenly dragged me away and… sob.”

“She said she didn’t like my face…”

They comforted each other, lamenting what they had suffered at the hands of Hayoon. Of course, with so many victims, one might think they could just band together and get rid of her.

And someone actually voiced that idea, but Nam Juwon was startled and stopped them.

“Absolutely not! Hayoon used to be a teacher, so she has connections with the guys here! If we mess up, we’ll end up like Jo Yeonhwa, got it?”

“R-really?”

Of course, it was impossible to know if she really had some kind of connection. Hayoon was occasionally raped by Mr. Park during work hours and frequently abused by Mr. Choi during afternoon sessions.

Besides, a few months ago, she was confined by Mr. Gan for several days under the guise of intensive training, wasn’t she? For a while, the stench of semen emanating from her body was so strong that everyone instinctively covered their noses, so it was hard to believe she had any connections.

But even so, Nam Juwon didn’t even consider the idea of taking down Hayoon with numbers. More than anything, whenever Hayoon’s behavior became too much, Kim Seonah would appear and quickly sort things out.

Wasn’t it said that she learned judo? Nam Juwon shuddered, remembering Kim Seonah instantly grabbing Hayoon, who was playing with Jo Yeonhwa and giggling, and slamming her to the ground.

“…Anyway, don’t talk about taking her down or anything. She’s leaving in two weeks anyway. There’s no need to waste energy; she’ll disappear on her own if we just stay still. Let’s just ignore her.”

After all, Hayoon treated the other trainees like bugs or toys, except for Kim Seonah. The way she saw them as nothing more than something to play with, let alone talk to, made their skin crawl, but that would be over in two weeks.

‘Still, I want to get revenge in the end.’

Nam Juwon secretly made plans and dismissed the gathered trainees. There was still plenty of time left.

While Nam Juwon was plotting, Hayoon was riding in a car driven by Woo Shinhyung.

The purpose was simple: to show her the house she would be living in before her discharge in two weeks. She couldn’t understand why he had taken both of her mandatory days off for something like that, but she found out once they arrived.

‘This is a house?’

After waiting in the car for the gate to open, a vast garden unfolded before them. They had to drive further through it to even see the mansion, which gave some idea of how large it was.

Compared to the studio apartment she lived in… it was probably big enough to fit dozens of entire studio apartment complexes. Hayoon glanced over the well-maintained garden with a strange expression before turning her gaze to the mansion.

The mansion was relatively small. Of course, it was only small compared to the vast garden; it was still the size of a swimming pool. Did a house where only two people lived really need to be this extravagant? Hayoon wondered as she got out of the car.

“So, what do you think of the house you’ll be living in?”

“I don’t know what to say, it’s amazing in many ways.”

Han Seolah approached and asked. Hayoon answered honestly. Frankly, she couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was. She thought it was incredibly wasteful, but she also thought it was cool.

‘The place I’ll be living in from now on?’

And she also felt a strange sense of anticipation. Of course, it wasn’t like she was a tenant or a guest; it was a place where she would be living as a slave, but living in such a magnificent place was no ordinary thing. As Hayoon was thinking this, Han Seolah grabbed her hand and led her away, saying,

“The inside is even more amazing. I’ll give you a tour, so come on.”

“W-what about Master?”

“You guys go ahead and look around first. I’m going to have a smoke.”

Woo Shinhyung, who still hadn’t gotten used to the title, leaned against the car and took out a cigarette. Hayoon instinctively swallowed at the sight of the cigarette after so long, but she had no choice but to follow Han Seolah, who was urging her on.

And as Han Seolah had said, the inside of the mansion was truly amazing. The interior was so well-maintained that there wasn’t a speck of dust to be seen, and priceless paintings of unknown origin hung on every wall, along with objects that looked expensive at a glance.

Even Hayoon, who was clueless about luxury goods, could easily tell that the value of each item here was beyond imagination. But Han Seolah moved around without hesitation, throwing off her shoes carelessly as if she were already used to it.

Hayoon, who had been hesitant, had no choice but to move boldly, pulled along by Han Seolah. If she stumbled and broke something while following her timidly… she was already a slave, but she could become a slave in another sense as well.

“This is the bathroom. This is Master’s workspace. This is the study. This is also a bathroom…”

There were so many rooms that they never seemed to end, no matter how many doors they opened. Besides, she couldn’t understand why there was a separate bathroom outside when there was already a bathroom inside each room.

What was the point of making it like this? Hayoon thought in disbelief. Still, it wasn’t like she had gained nothing.

Woo Shinhyung seemed to have a talent for painting, surprisingly. In the workspace she was shown, there was a large palette with mixed paints, and various paintings were scattered haphazardly.

Looking closely, she noticed that they had similar colors to the famous paintings hanging on the wall, so they were probably Woo Shinhyung’s works as well. She frowned when she saw nude paintings of Han Seolah here and there. What a disgusting couple.

While she was thinking that, the room tour was almost over. Most of them were empty rooms that could be used as guest rooms, but the following introductions were for the actual residents.

“This is Master’s room! You always have to knock before entering. I’ll tell you again when you get discharged and come back, but remember it in advance.”

“Do I really have to knock?”

“If you’re really curious, try it. For reference, it took me a week!”

A week for what? Judging from Han Seolah’s energetic appearance, it didn’t seem like a big deal. Hayoon brushed it off and moved on to the room next door.

“This is my room. Master and Hayoon can come and go as they please, so if you can’t sleep at night, don’t hesitate to come?”

“Y-yes…”

As if she would. Hayoon vowed never to go to Han Seolah’s room and moved to the last room. And what she saw when the door opened was a heart-shaped king-size bed and various tools.

I think I know what this is without an explanation. As Hayoon stood there with a blank face, Han Seolah twisted her body and said,

“This is Master and my love nest. We each have our own rooms, but we spend most nights here.”

Hayoon’s expression soured at the sight of her speaking secretly as if she were making a confession. And now, she would be included in it and rolling around with them as well.

I didn’t really want to know that. As Hayoon was thinking that, she suddenly realized that something was missing.

Han Seolah seemed to have realized it belatedly as well, as she clapped her hands and said,

“Oh, right! I almost forgot. I should have introduced you to the place where you’ll be staying, Hayoon! I put a lot of effort into decorating it yesterday to show you.”

“…A lot of effort?”

“You can look forward to it.”

Her smiling face was ominous. Hayoon followed Han Seolah, who was wiggling her butt and walking ahead, with an uneasy expression. And her expectations were not wrong.

“…What the.”

“How is it, do you like it?”

The first thing she saw was a sign on the entrance that read [Hayoon’s House♥]. Hayoon looked at it and slowly scanned it from top to bottom. Then, she closed her eyes, thought for a moment, took a long breath, and asked Han Seolah.

“This is, a doghouse, isn’t it.”

“A doghouse! Where else can you find such a luxurious doghouse?”

As she said, it was luxurious. There was a small air conditioner inside, as well as pillows, blankets, and convenience items like a tablet PC.

But the overall appearance was definitely that of a doghouse. There was a leash attached to a stick that looked like a stake. It was lying on the ground as if it didn’t have an owner yet… but it was obvious who would be wearing it.

Hayoon rubbed her neck for no reason and asked.

“Is this really where I’m going to live? There are so many rooms?”

“You don’t like it?”

Like it? Are you fucking kidding me? Hayoon had those words right on the tip of her tongue, but she wasn’t foolish enough to spit out what she was thinking right away like she used to. Hayoon swallowed it, smiled awkwardly, and said.

“It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just that there are so many rooms, is there really a need to live in a place like this? I thought it was a waste…”

“So you don’t like it. I see…”

But no matter how gently Hayoon spoke, Han Seolah didn’t listen and mumbled in a gloomy voice as if she were hurt.

“I spent all day yesterday preparing this for Hayoon…”

‘If you’re going to prepare something, at least prepare something decent.’

Hayoon thought to herself. Han Seolah was muttering in a depressed voice, but even so, this was not right. What had she done wrong to have to live in this cramped (although it was cramped, it was wide enough for her body) doghouse? There were so many rooms.

“I guess there’s no choice. Then Hayoon’s room will be my room-“

“On second thought, this place seems pretty good!”

“Really?”

Even so, sharing a room with that bitch was not right. Hayoon shouted in a deliberately cheerful voice, and Han Seolah smiled broadly as if she were relieved.

Fucking bitch. As Hayoon cursed inwardly, Han Seolah picked up the leash that had fallen and handed it to her, saying,

“I chose this thinking of Hayoon, too? It’s made of a material that doesn’t irritate the skin, so it’s okay to wear it for a long time!”

“W-wow… what a great, I mean precious thing…”

“I knew Hayoon would appreciate it. Do you want to try it on now?”

Hayoon, who responded to Han Seolah, who was smiling brightly and handing her the leash, with a trembling smile, took it and muttered.

“O-of course I have to try it on. It’s a gift from Cunt, I mean Seolah…”

Then, she put on the leash. It was made of a good material that tightened appropriately without making it difficult to breathe. No matter how vigorously she moved her head, her skin didn’t chafe.

Maybe it’s not so bad after all… That’s when Hayoon was muttering while looking at the mirror placed inside the doghouse.

“It’s a little empty with just the leash, so it would be nice to use these together, right?”

“W-wow…”

Han Seolah brought a dog ear headband and an anal plug with a tail.

Fucking bitch. Hayoon cursed inwardly, but she had no choice but to accept it.