Chapter 10: Yoon Taeyoung (4) + Woo Hyunjin (1) [R-18]
by MeherThe man running effortlessly beside her smirked and looked down at her.
Taeyoung turned her body away from the drill instructor.
Her whole body ached. Especially down there. It was uncomfortable the entire time she ran. She wanted to pretend nothing had happened last night, but the instructor casually kept pace beside her, a sly look on his face.
“So hot for me last night, and now you’re playing dumb? Did I go too hard on you? No strength left?”
“Shut the fuck up, you crazy bastard.”
Taeyoung gritted her teeth and kept running forward.
But the instructor jogged alongside her, unfazed, and continued to talk.
“You were clinging to me like crazy. Don’t tell me you’re already in heat again?”
Taeyoung glared at him.
“This fucking son of a—”
“Ah, ah. Now, run.”
The instructor slyly reached out, plucked the strap of her bra through her shirt, and snapped it like a rubber band. Spurred on by the infuriating gesture, Taeyoung clenched her jaw and ran with everything she had.
After lunch, the trainees were heading back to their barracks. The TS soldiers’ barracks was on the complete opposite side of the parade ground, a location that was both conspicuous and isolated.
As Taeyoung walked across the dirt field, she dragged her feet, her troubled mind on full display.
“Hey.”
A sudden force grabbed her wrist, yanking her back.
“…The hell?!”
When Taeyoung spun around, the drill instructor was grinning roguishly as he pulled her behind the barracks.
“Isn’t this a little cold, after the passionate night we shared? You could at least say hello.”
“…!”
With a playful smile, the instructor pushed her against the wall. He forced his knee between her thighs.
The light friction, the heat of his leg brushing against her through their clothes, sent a powerful jolt through Taeyoung.
“…What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“How’s this?”
His leg pressed against her core as he moved.
“You leaking yet?”
“Ha…!”
Taeyoung blushed reflexively.
“This son of a bitch…”
“Haha, why so worked up?”
The instructor pushed his leg in a little deeper and pressed lightly on her waist. A shudder ran through her body against her will.
“It’s so obvious it’s true.”
“Shut up!” Taeyoung screamed.
But the response from between her legs was far more honest.
The instructor smiled leisurely and whispered next to her ear.
“Think carefully. If you want me to fuck you, you’d better be good, right?”
He blatantly stroked her below and slowly unbuckled his pants.
“Looks like he’s been wanting to say hello since this morning, too.”
Taeyoung let out a hollow laugh.
“You’re a hopeless bastard. Why are you showing me your pathetic little hard-on?”
Taeyoung was deliberately baring her teeth, but her body was already responding. This was a different sensation from last night.
Ignoring her words, the instructor gripped her waist firmly and pushed his cock deeper against her.
At first, it was just a tease, but the moment the brushing sensation became something more than a mere touch, Taeyoung sucked in a sharp breath.
“…!”
The instructor moved slowly, but with clear purpose. Citing her exhaustion, Taeyoung only turned her gaze away, not putting up a strong fight.
Not even when he let his pants drop to the ground.
“Hey.”
Before Taeyoung could answer, the instructor lifted her up effortlessly. And in one swift motion, he plunged his erection deep inside her cunt.
“—!”
In that instant, Taeyoung’s back arched. Her body, lifted off the ground, trembled as it clung to his.
“Fuck… Be honest now.”
The instructor held Taeyoung’s body tight and rocked his hips.
“Wait… Ah, haah…!”
Taeyoung grabbed his shoulders. Suspended in the air, she couldn’t move her own hips. She had no choice but to sway with the rhythm he created.
Her lightly trembling thighs, the tight inner muscles clenching around him, held him fast.
“Don’t tell me you thought last night was a dream? What a shame, because you definitely got fucked raw.”
The instructor’s low voice tickled her ear. Taeyoung could only gasp for breath.
“You’re already fucking soaked again.”
The instructor moved his hips with a leisurely yet persistent rhythm. Once, then again—
At the sensation, Taeyoung’s hands gripped him even tighter.
“Haah, fuck… No…”
But it was already too late.
The heat that started inside her flowed down her legs. The dirt floor grew damp.
“Pathetic little cunt.”
The instructor smirked and pressed his hips deeper. Taeyoung couldn’t say a word, already completely lost in their coupling.
“Fuck, you’re not even sucking my dick, so why are you swallowing me up like this?”
Her reaction only made him thrust more violently. Taeyoung’s breasts bounced in time with his rhythm.
“Haah, fuck…! Aahng…!”
Taeyoung closed her eyes and surrendered her entire body to the pleasure. They hadn’t shared a single kiss, but no two people could be more deeply entangled.
Theirs was a bestial relationship, instinctively coveting, biting, and devouring each other.
“I guess you and I are a perfect match. You take it so fucking well.”
The instructor laughed, satisfied, and stirred deep inside her.
“Ah-heuuung…!!”
Once again, evidence of her climax trickled down to the ground below.
The instructor took a few short breaths. Then, with a final push, he poured everything he had inside her.
“Haah… Fuck, that was good.”
When he set her down, Taeyoung was limp, still clinging to his shoulders. The instructor swept her hair back with one hand.
“Good luck with the rest of your duties, Trainee Yoon Taeyoung.”
He smirked, giving a slight nod with his chin. Then he pulled up his pants and slowly turned to leave.
“Oh, and I can’t call you tonight. Someone else is using the instructor’s office.”
With that, the instructor tapped Taeyoung’s cheek lightly.
Tap, tap.
In a daze, Taeyoung stared at the ground. At the dark, wet patch on the dirt. And… her own pants, lying carelessly on the floor.
“…Fuck.”
She kicked the ground irritably, trying to cover the remaining traces with fresh dirt.
Then she picked up her pants, pulled them on, and walked quickly toward the barracks. As if nothing had happened.
But the sensations coursing through her body did not fade so easily.
*
That night, the night the instructor had warned Taeyoung his office would be unavailable, the one to cross its threshold was Woo Hyunjin.
Hyunjin took a deep breath. The stuffy air filled her lungs. Tension hardened her body from the tips of her toes up.
“Drill Instructor, this is Trainee Woo Hyunjin.”
Slap, slap—
The sound of slippers hitting the floor echoed in her ears. The instructor who had relentlessly explored Seojin’s cunt the night before was sitting on the sofa. His posture was relaxed.
“You’re here.”
A slow voice. The instructor’s eyes raked over her, from top to bottom.
Hyunjin stood without a word. Naturally, she didn’t like his gaze. But she couldn’t run away, either.
“What are you doing? Sit.”
He tapped the sofa with his fingertips. Could she refuse?
No, and what would refusing change?
Hyunjin pressed her knees together and clenched her fists. Knowing she couldn’t refuse, she didn’t bother with any strange acts of defiance.
She cautiously approached and sat down.
As if she were someone who had been submissive from the start. The instructor smirked, looking down at the woman who, despite her demure posture, had the face of an aloof, chic cat.
“Trainee Woo Hyunjin, do you like cats?”
It was a random question. Unable to grasp his meaning, Hyunjin blinked slowly.
“…Excuse me?”
“I have a cat, but I haven’t seen her in a while since I’ve been here.”
He patted his own lap.
“So you can fill in for her.”
“…?”
Hyunjin couldn’t hide her bewilderment. But the instructor calmly reached a hand out to her.
“A trainee has to do as she’s told, right? Come here.”
After a moment of hesitation, she perched gingerly on the edge of his lap. The instructor casually wrapped an arm around Hyunjin’s waist and pulled her closer.
“That’s right, good girl. My cat at home is a lap cat, too.”
Her small frame felt like it fit perfectly in his hands.
“But she gets fucking pissy when you try to pet her.”
His hand immediately slid down her side, tracing her flank until it reached her thigh. Hyunjin instinctively tried to twist away, but the instructor pulled her in tighter and chuckled.
“I wonder what our Trainee Woo Hyunjin will be like?”
The instructor’s hands moved without restraint. They brushed her nape, traced the area behind her ear, and then gripped her thin, firm waist.
Hyunjin’s lithe, cat-like body. Her ordinary B-cup breasts, her delicate pelvis, her narrow waist. For a slender woman, she was quite well-proportioned.
The feel of her in his palm was good.
“…Ha.”
The instructor’s hand moved lower, lightly squeezing her thigh.
“Let’s see…”
His hand swept down her thigh and delved inward. Hyunjin kept her lips sealed and her expression neutral, but the tips of her fingers twitched minutely.
He licked his lips, his gaze fixed on the way her uniform pressed against her cunt.
The instructor grinned roguishly and flicked open one of Hyunjin’s buttons. At the sudden contact, Hyunjin’s eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.
“Take this off.”
Hyunjin said nothing, only glaring at the instructor. In the end, he grabbed her shirt himself and pulled it open.
Her moist skin and slender collarbones were revealed. Her breasts, though small, formed a pretty curve that drew the instructor’s gaze.
He expertly cupped the back of her neck. As he gently stroked her soft skin, Hyunjin’s shoulders flinched slightly.
His touch traveled lightly down her collarbone. Hyunjin bit her lip, suppressing her reaction, but the more she did, the more mischievously he pressed on.
“Haha, look at you, holding it in. Fucking cute.”
He slowly bit the tip of her ear.
“Haat!”
Hyunjin tried to hold back, but a sharp moan escaped her, and her breathing grew subtly faster.
In that moment, the instructor tore her shirt off completely and tossed it aside. Hyunjin’s short hair fell around her face, revealing her delicate shoulders.
“Ha, fuck… This is better than I expected.”
Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)
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