99 – Submission (3)

Ha-yoon blinked blankly.

Had she lost consciousness for a moment, or had she kept her eyes open but simply not seen? She couldn’t tell which, but at some point, she could see again. The cloth covering her eyes was gone, but she didn’t know when it had disappeared.

Had twelve hours already passed? She wasn’t sure. Her mind felt empty. Ha-yoon let out a faint breath.

The air was thick and carried a musty odor. It was a mix of smells: the ammonia of urine, the distinctive scent of arousal fluid from an Infected, and the smell of male semen.

Normally, she could quickly identify what caused each smell, but that was impossible for Ha-yoon now. She slowly rolled her eyes, looking at the window where sunlight streamed in. For some reason, she felt a strong urge to go to that warm, sunlit spot.

But her body was still bound. Even when she tried to move her arms, the skin of which was scraped raw by the ropes after all her fingernails had been torn off, they didn’t budge. Or perhaps she hadn’t even moved her arms at all.

How did one even move their limbs? She couldn’t recall anything except how to breathe instinctively. She felt no sensation in her arms or legs. It was as if she’d been anesthetized. Ha-yoon shook her head, the only part of her body she could move.

Only then did the chair she was tied to creak and shift slightly. But that wasn’t enough to escape her bonds. As Ha-yoon thrashed about, her face contorted as the ropes tightened around her neck.

“Ugh…”

It was like a child complaining about not getting what they wanted. The gag was no longer in her mouth, so she could have formed sentences if she wanted to, but Ha-yoon only made mumbling sounds.

The mumbling soon turned into sniffling sobs. But she didn’t cry loudly like a child. She seemed to lack the strength, only shedding silent tears. It was as if she subconsciously realized that crying and wailing wouldn’t help her escape.

Was this a temporary regression? Doctor Gan, who had been watching her from a chair, wore an intrigued expression. She must have scanned the inside of the infirmary, but hadn’t noticed him. That was why she was just sniffling and shedding tears like that.

He considered watching a little longer, but Doctor Gan realized it was almost lunchtime and decided to prepare in advance. He detached a broken vibrator lying on the desk from its button cord and threw it at Ha-yoon.

“Ah!”

Thwack! The vibrator struck her forehead and rolled onto the floor. Ha-yoon’s gaze, along with her forehead which was starting to swell red, slowly shifted to Doctor Gan.

“If you’re awake, the first thing you should do is say hello, Ha-yoon.”

“Hee…!”

Ha-yoon let out a shrill scream and pushed against the floor with her legs as if trying to escape. But it was futile, as the chair was firmly fixed in place and she was only able to lift her heels about halfway. After several attempts to escape failed, tears began to well up in Ha-yoon’s eyes.

“Are you crying again? If you keep crying, I’ll put the devices back on you.”

“N-no, I don’t want to!!!”

My ears are ringing. Doctor Gan frowned involuntarily. Her voice was probably hoarse, but he couldn’t understand where such a sound was coming from. It must mean she was mentally cornered.

“I don’t want the devices. I’m sorry. I won’t cry. So please, just not that… Heu, heuek!”

Ha-yoon, who had been muttering in a panic, turned pale. Perhaps it was because she was reminded of the memories of being constantly brought to climax. She seemed to be in a mild state of shock. She gasped for breath as if her throat was blocked, and her limbs moved uncontrollably.

A normal person would immediately untie her and take action, but Doctor Gan simply watched Ha-yoon’s seizure.

After a few minutes, Ha-yoon’s condition stabilized again. Her high healing ability worked not only on physical wounds but also on mental ones. That was why all Infected had to undergo training at the academy for a long six months.

No matter how strong the healing ability of an Infected was, with its inherent tendency to revert to its original state, it couldn’t undo what had been ingrained over a long period of time.

Doctor Gan approached Ha-yoon, who was panting for breath. As his shoes clicked closer, Ha-yoon’s face paled again.

But that was all. She didn’t go into shock like before. He was simply approaching. Doctor Gan went behind her, stroked her disheveled hair, and opened his mouth.

“Isn’t it interesting? Kim Sun-ah, who offered her body to me to protect you, is asking me to help her subjugate you.”

At the name Kim Sun-ah, Ha-yoon’s head, which had been drooping, lifted. But Doctor Gan grabbed her pink head and pressed it down, saying,

“It was a strange experience. I’ve been a teacher for years and seen all sorts of things, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone who sacrificed herself to save someone else try to subjugate the person she saved.”

“Heuek…!”

“Did you two fight or something? Is that why Kim Sun-ah asked me for such a favor?”

Of course, Doctor Gan knew that wasn’t the case. It was a bet between the two of them. It was just that the content was extreme, and Kim Sun-ah was using any means necessary.

Ha-yoon didn’t answer immediately. She was still suffering from regression symptoms, and she was frightened by Doctor Gan, who was pressing down on her head as he asked.

Of course, Doctor Gan didn’t care about Ha-yoon’s condition. He reached between the ropes binding her body and squeezed her large breasts without mercy, as if milking a cow.

“Aah!”

“You have to answer when I ask, Ha-yoon. Have you already forgotten?”

“No, heuek, I’m sorry. I’ll answer right away…”

Ha-yoon was about to cry, but she remembered Doctor Gan’s threat from earlier and widened her eyes to hold back the tears. But she couldn’t help but sob.

“We didn’t fight. It was just a difference of opinion, heuek, so that’s why.”

“A difference of opinion? Tell me more about it.”

“I, I was bullying a trainee… Heuek!”

“Bullying? Can you tell me how you were bullying her?”

Ha-yoon, who was sobbing as her breasts were squeezed again, slowly spoke. The things she had done to Joo Yeon-hwa, venting her anger on her, flowed from her mouth one by one.

As Ha-yoon confessed, adding apologies here and there as if making a confession, Doctor Gan told her to skip the nonsense and punched her chest.

The impact was so strong that Ha-yoon gasped and involuntarily shed a tear. And Doctor Gan didn’t miss it.

“Did you just cry?”

Ha-yoon’s pupils shook wildly as he whispered, his face close to hers. But she couldn’t lie. She didn’t have the courage to brazenly say she hadn’t cried when he had clearly seen her.

“…I’m, I’m sorry.”

A voice as small as a mosquito’s hum came out. Ha-yoon hadn’t consciously said it. But the moment she said it, the tears she had been holding back began to flow.

The resignation that it was over, the despair of having to taste the pleasure of having her mind burned in endless darkness again, and the fear of Doctor Gan, who would carry it out.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

As those things mixed together, Ha-yoon repeated the word “sorry” like a broken radio.

‘Twelve hours is definitely more like torture than training.’

Watching her, Doctor Gan wasn’t flustered or guilty. He simply regarded it as trial and error and thought about the next step.

But that was that, and this was this. Doctor Gan grabbed her nipples with both hands and pulled.

“Sorry, heeut?!”

“The devices I was using broke down due to overload, so I’ll punish you directly with my hands. Aren’t you grateful?”

“Yes, yees! Thank you, aah!”

Ha-yoon couldn’t finish her sentence and gasped for breath. It had only been a short while since she had been struggling in the pain of pleasure for twelve hours, but her pussy was already wet again from having her nipples tormented.

She had already leaked so much urine and arousal fluid that the floor around the chair was darker than the floor in the rest of the infirmary.

When she belatedly remembered that, she felt her mouth and throat parched. It was like a dry desert, so dry that she didn’t know how she hadn’t noticed it until now.

Ha-yoon gasped and said urgently.

“Do, aahng, ctor…!”

“Why are you calling me?”

“My, heueung, my throat is so dry…”

At those words, the hands that had been tormenting her nipples stopped. Ha-yoon, panting for breath, looked at Doctor Gan with a puzzled expression at the sudden stop.

And seeing his cold, hardened expression, she wondered if she had done something wrong and became restless.

Was she too presumptuous? Was it wrong for a trainee to say such a thing? If she had been a teacher and heard such a thing, she would have slapped them until their cheeks burst, telling them to quench their thirst with blood.

Thinking that, she felt like she had dug her own grave. Ha-yoon’s face turned into a weeping expression.

“You’re thirsty. So you’re asking for water?”

“Heueu, th, that’s not it…”

“If that’s not it, then you’re lying to me? Then the punishment-“

“N, no! Water! I just want to drink water!”

At the word “punishment,” she screamed as if having a seizure, and a smile formed on Doctor Gan’s cold, hardened lips.

“You really seem thirsty. Then I can’t refuse.”

Ha-yoon was relieved at those words. But she couldn’t help but make a weeping face again as she watched Doctor Gan stand up and start unzipping his pants.

“D, Doctor Gan?”

“Didn’t you say you were thirsty? The water purifier is far away, so use this to quench your thirst instead.”

With those words, his hidden cock was dangled in front of her face. Even though she was regressing, she knew what that action meant.

Ha-yoon, who was about to say something, lowered her head.

“…I don’t want to.”

It was a faint voice. But it gradually grew louder and reached Doctor Park.

“I don’t want to! I just want water, not pee! I don’t want to!”

Ha-yoon, who had been shouting as if having a seizure, was exhausted and gasped for breath again. And she swallowed as she saw Doctor Gan’s eyes looking down at her without a word.

“Th, that’s, that’s, that’s…”

Incoherent words were repeated. She had blurted it out in a fit of anger, but she regretted it later. She should have endured it. She should have just drank it. Ha-yoon made a weeping face and made excuses.

Of course, that didn’t change the result. Doctor Gan’s hand slowly rose. And the open palm gradually closed, forming a fist.

Ha-yoon watched it and smiled while crying.

With a thud, her mouth was filled with blood.