65 – Tobacco

Vroom—the sleek exhaust of a car speeding down the road.

“Ugh…”

The sound roused Hayoon from her slumber.

‘Where am I…?’

The question flashed through her mind, but she quickly realized she was inside the van they’d taken for community service.

“Ugh…!”

Hayoon struggled to push off the person slumped on top of her and looked around.

Semi-nude girls were sprawled haphazardly across the seats. Whether they were all unconscious or simply asleep, they remained motionless with their eyes closed.

She probably looked no different from them before she regained consciousness.

“Ugh…! Haa, ah…!”

Hayoon clutched her throbbing head and let out a stifled scream.

It wasn’t just her head that hurt. Pain radiated from every part of her body, so much so that she wondered how she hadn’t noticed it sooner. The worst pain, of course, came from her lower orifices.

What on earth did they do to my body to make it hurt this much? Hayoon gasped for breath, tears welling up in her eyes. At the same time, fragmented memories from the previous day floated to the surface.

In those memories, she was constantly moaning. She was repeatedly impaled by Wooshin Hyung’s massive cock and teased relentlessly by Han Seol-ah, writhing in pleasure.

What was truly horrifying was that the candy Han Seol-ah had given her must have been some kind of drug, because even as she was being violated, she couldn’t pass out or lose consciousness.

As a result, Hayoon felt an overwhelming urge to die in that sea of excruciating pleasure. The endless pleasure had eroded her sanity.

The fact that her memories of the previous day weren’t fully returning was probably due to that. If they all came back, she would surely be unable to maintain her sanity.

Hayoon wiped away the nosebleed that had started and lifted her head with a weary expression.

‘I wish I could have woken up in the dorm instead of now.’

Being crammed between trainees sprawled like corpses in the already cramped seats was a nightmare. Whether it was a side effect of the drugs or not, her head throbbed and her stomach churned, making her want to throw up.

But if she did that here, she knew she wouldn’t be able to rest even when they got back. Hayoon gagged, covering her mouth with her hand, and weakly leaned her head back.

Then, when she opened her eyes, she turned her gaze to the trainee she had pushed off of her.

‘Shin So-hyun, is it?’

When she pushed her off, she thought it was either Baek So-ra or Shin So-hyun since they were about the same size, and it was Shin So-hyun. She wasn’t wearing her usual glasses, and her bare face was covered in bruises.

Her assigned VIP must have been quite sadistic. Looking closely, she could see bruises not only on her face but also under the clothes she had been changed into.

The injuries would probably last for weeks, but since she was an Infected, they would likely fade quickly by the time they arrived at the training center.

“Haa…”

I should just go to sleep as soon as I get back to the training center. Hayoon thought to herself and closed her eyes.

Needless to say, closing her eyes didn’t make the nausea go away.

It was some time later that the van finally came to a stop. Despite the passage of time, Hayoon was still the only trainee who was conscious.

Mr. Park and Ms. Choi, who had been sitting in the front two seats, got out of the van and began carrying the trainees inside the dorm, one by one, slung over their shoulders.

Hayoon, who was relatively okay, got out on her own and leaned against the vehicle, sighing. Getting out of the cramped and stuffy van and breathing in the fresh air made her feel a little less nauseous.

“You’re awake.”

“…Yeah, I guess so.”

Ms. Choi spoke to her. Hayoon wondered if she was going to be ordered to do something, but she silently continued to carry the trainees.

Mr. Park was the same. As if they had rehearsed it, they both said the same thing and were busy carrying the trainees.

Hayoon wondered if they weren’t being bothered because they had been overworked during community service and it was their mandatory day off, but that didn’t seem to be the reason.

As Ms. Choi carried the last remaining trainee into the dorm and Mr. Park drove the van away to park, Hayoon, left alone, rummaged through her clothes as if she had suddenly remembered something.

She was thinking about the cigarettes and lighter that Han Seol-ah had given her as a gift. But the large t-shirt that barely covered her lower body had no pockets.

‘…She told me to leave three cigarettes.’

She didn’t want to follow that order, but she knew she would be punished if she didn’t do as she was told when they met again.

So Hayoon frowned and sighed.

“Oh! Good, you haven’t left yet.”

“Mr. Park…?”

Hayoon was about to head back to the dorm and sleep, as she had planned, when she saw Mr. Park approaching, exclaiming that it was a good thing, and looked at him with a sullen expression.

Regardless, he rummaged through his pockets and pulled something out.

“Here, this. The VIP you were assigned to insisted on giving it to you.”

“This is…”

The cigarettes she had been looking for, a small box labeled “Red,” and a lighter. Hayoon reached out to take them, but Mr. Park closed his hand and raised it into the air.

Hayoon looked at him with a “what are you doing?” expression, and Mr. Park grinned and said,

“You know this, but trainees aren’t allowed to smoke, right?”

“…I know that, but the VIPs gave those to me…”

“No matter how important the VIPs are, they can’t interfere with the training center’s rules.”

He said that, opened the box, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth. Then, he casually lit it with the lighter and exhaled smoke. That left eighteen cigarettes.

“Red, huh? Was this your preference? I prefer Gold, though.”

“What do you want? …”

“You don’t have to use that weird honorific when it’s just the two of us.”

“Stop beating around the bush and get to the point. What do you want?”

“Now you sound like the Hayoon Seung-jin I know.”

Mr. Park chuckled and exhaled smoke again, clearly aiming it at Hayoon’s face.

Tears welled up in her eyes from the stinging smoke, but she glared at him, thinking that she couldn’t afford to lose her composure. But he didn’t care about her glare and said,

“I don’t really want anything, I just heard an interesting story.”

“An interesting story? What’s that…”

“This, you have to leave three cigarettes, right? For when you meet the VIPs next time.”

“How did you… no.”

There was no need to ask how he knew. Either Wooshin Hyung or Han Seol-ah must have told Mr. Park. She had thought it was strange when they gave it to her as a gift, but she never imagined they were plotting something like this.

Hayoon ground her teeth, and Mr. Park chuckled and put the cigarette in his mouth.

“That’s what happens when you eagerly accept gifts from VIPs. You know they’re not going to give you anything out of kindness.”

“Then how can I not accept it when they offer it?”

“That’s true.”

If you accept it, there’s definitely some ulterior motive, but if you refuse, you’re rejecting their goodwill, and you’re sure to have a hard time.

No matter what the other person’s intentions are, the trainees who serve them have no choice.

Mr. Park knew that too. He was just saying it to tease Hayoon.

“Well, I’m not going to stop you from smoking completely. I’ll let you smoke one at a time when you’re with me.”

“…What’s the price?”

“Price? What price?”

“You’re not going to do it for free, are you?”

There was no way he would turn a blind eye to breaking the rules without any compensation. In the first place, it was strange for a teacher to do a favor for a trainee.

Whether they received it from a VIP or not, the teachers were like kings in the training center.

Mr. Park took one last puff, flicked the ash off the cigarette, and said,

“Of course, I wasn’t planning on doing it for free. Let’s play a simple game.”

“A game?”

“Come find me when you want to smoke. And if you can make me cum, I’ll let you smoke one cigarette.”

“…Make you cum?”

“But only if you don’t cum three times first.”

Cumming once before she cums three times. At first glance, it seemed like she had the advantage. If she used her mouth and hands to induce ejaculation without using her vagina, she wouldn’t feel any orgasms.

But Mr. Park had the most stamina of the three teachers and had such long sex that it seemed like he had delayed ejaculation. Of course, he probably didn’t really have delayed ejaculation. He could cum quickly if he wanted to.

Would it be possible to make Mr. Park cum with just her oral and manual skills without using her vagina? No matter how she thought about it, it seemed impossible.

“…What if I refuse?”

“It doesn’t really matter if you refuse. I’ll just smoke them all.”

“Tsk.”

Hayoon tried her luck, but it was as she expected. Mr. Park said as Hayoon clicked her tongue,

“If you accept the game, I won’t touch you unless there’s a special reason, so don’t worry.”

“A special reason?”

“I said I’d give you one cigarette if you make me cum once before you cum three times, right? If you fail, I’ll smoke that cigarette.”

I knew it. Hayoon swept her hair back and sighed.

“So if I accept the game and don’t smoke?”

“Then the game won’t work, will it? Come at least four times a week. No matter what.”

Four times a week… They were supposed to reassign the VIPs in a month, so that was at least sixteen times. And Mr. Park had just smoked one cigarette, so there were eighteen left.

If Hayoon failed every time, she would only have two cigarettes left, and she would be breaking Han Seol-ah’s order to leave three. Was he planning this all along when he smoked one cigarette? Hayoon looked at Mr. Park with a dumbfounded expression.

“…You sly bastard.”

“Sly? Call it being clever. More importantly, I need to pee, is that okay?”

“Wh-what? What do you mean you need to pee?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. I haven’t done anything for two days, so my dick is throbbing. I’ll save you one cigarette, so give it to me.”

“Wait, I’m not feeling well right now, ungh…!”

With a squelch, Hayoon’s head snapped back as she felt his cock plunge into her vagina.

That bastard. At least do some foreplay before you fuck me.