Chapter 166: Yoon Taeyoung, Discharge D-2 [R-18]

“…Seriously, this fucking whore.”

At the sight that greeted him, the drill instructor let out a disbelieving laugh.

Even though he was the one who’d ordered her to come every day, Taeyoung was now wearing nothing but a single piece of underwear, a communal towel wrapped loosely around her waist.

A bitch who actually does what she’s told.

She stood there fidgeting, the towel tied so precariously it looked like it would fall open with the slightest movement.

“Hurry… Aren’t you going to let me in?”

Her breathing was ragged.

Her eyes, sharp and narrowed, darted around, terrified someone might see. She’d chewed on her lips so much they were cracked and dry.

The drill instructor left the door open, crossing his arms as he looked down at Taeyoung, savoring the sight.

“Uh-oh, what’s with that attitude?”

He scoffed and stepped toward her.

Each footstep seemed to make the floor vibrate. As he got closer, Taeyoung’s hand gripped the edge of the towel tighter.

“Should I call some people over to see this?”

No. Or maybe it’s better if he’s close?

She fucking hated herself for even wondering if she could hide in his arms if someone saw her.

The drill instructor swiped a thumb across her lips.

He deliberately rubbed the cracked part, feeling the rough texture before pushing his thumb right into her mouth.

“Yoon Taeyoung—”

“Umpf…”

“You should be saying something like, ‘Oppa, hurry up and fuck my pussy’—then maybe I’d be a little nicer to this pathetic body of yours.”

He spoke in a low, slow, mocking drawl.

And yet, he was already hard, fully intending to fuck her. He was just enjoying the foreplay of humiliating her with his words.

Taeyoung wanted to bite down on his finger hard enough to sever it, but she just clenched her jaw.

Saying it out loud would be a mortal blow to her pride, but she knew he was the only one who could protect this body and satisfy its needs. She knew better than anyone how her body trembled at the mere touch of his finger.

His thumb entered her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut at the salty taste on her tongue.

Her cheeks flushed as saliva pooled in her mouth.

“Hey, you… right now… like this, in the doorway. You like sucking my finger that much?”

“…Hah…”

Unable to answer, Taeyoung slowly rolled her tongue in her mouth.

When the drill instructor pulled his finger out, a clear trail of saliva was left on her lips. He chuckled at the sight.

“You’re going to suck my cock just like that later, right?”

“Cut the shit and just… let me in already.”

Even as she said it, Taeyoung couldn’t stop the hand that slipped between her legs.

The drill instructor grabbed the edge of her towel and gave it a single tug. It fell—thump.

“Aah—!”

“Are you crazy? Who said you could scream?”

The piece of cloth slid down her thighs and dropped to the floor.

The drill instructor nudged it inside with his slipper and pulled Taeyoung in.

“You talk a big game, but your pussy’s already wet, isn’t it? My Taeyoung.”

As the door closed behind her, Taeyoung turned to lock it, but the drill instructor grabbed her chin with one hand and forced her to face forward again.

“Why? Let’s put on a little show. For anyone lucky enough to be listening outside, or anyone who actually comes in.”

And with that, he slammed her against the door.

His knee pushed its way between her legs.

The hand that had held her face now lifted her thigh, while his other hand was already stroking her cunt, pushing inside.

“Hah…! You, you dog…!”

A shiver ran down Taeyoung’s spine.

She tried to cover her mouth, but his fingers moved too skillfully, leaving her no time.

“Can’t be helped, knowing we only have two days left. Fucking hell, you clamp down so tight with just one finger in you.”

“Be, be quiet…”

“That’s your job.”

His words made Taeyoung’s breath catch.

When she was alone, she missed this man. When she was with him, she wanted to scream and curse at him like a bitch.

Overwhelmed by the filthy, thrilling feeling, she couldn’t get any more words out. Instead, she grabbed the waistband of his pants with her own hands.

Fuck, you motherfucker…

The drill instructor let out a low, mocking laugh.

“Ha, where else would I find a bitch begging for cock like this?”

He let her undo his clothes while he kept fucking her with his fingers, addicted to the way she tried to stop him.

Her lips brushed against his jaw as she tried to block his torment, and Taeyoung stuck out her tongue to lick his neck.

“Fuck… huh? What kind of bitch gets fucked like that yesterday and still begs for more?”

He slowly removed his hand. Even without him holding her thigh, Taeyoung’s leg was wrapped tightly around his.

The drill instructor grabbed her ass.

“You’re talking too much for someone with a little dick hard as a rock…”

She thought he would surely push it in right then and there.

That’s what Taeyoung had thought.

She had already wrapped her thighs around his waist, and she was soaked and waiting, but the drill instructor just pressed his heavy, erect cock against her stomach.

“…Ugh.”

As the head of his cock pressed into her lower abdomen, it felt like it was stimulating her uterus from the outside.

Seeing her tilt her chin up as if telling him not to thrust, the drill instructor’s lips curled into a smirk.

“Hmm, maybe it’s because I’ve been eating the same bitch over and over. I don’t think I can get fully hard.”

Taeyoung’s eyes trembled with resentment and a hint of jealousy. The drill instructor, however, just smiled leisurely.

“Give me that mouth-pussy.”

“What?”

Taeyoung tilted her head back and glared at him.

“That’s some fucking delusion, you bastard… Yours has always been tiny. This is as big as it gets.”

They both knew his cock was fully swollen.

Taeyoung’s tone said he should just get on with fucking her, but he was just teasing her, delaying his entry into her pussy, so he smiled without a hint of being hurt.

“Bend over quietly. Don’t make me curse you out first.”

…He’s the absolute worst, so annoying. What the hell is wrong with this guy?

Taeyoung knew that no matter how much she glared or tried to start a fight, this fucking man wouldn’t back down. So, infuriatingly slowly, she slid down between him and the door, sinking into a crouch.

And she opened her mouth.

He caressed her cheek, then brought his hardening cock to her small mouth.

“Yeah, I like it when you look at me like that, too.”

At his words, Taeyoung squeezed her eyes shut and, once, twice—pushed her head forward, her mouth slowly filling.

Saliva pooled, her lips parted, and her tongue slicked the underside of his shaft, adding a sheen.

The drill instructor gripped her head and slowly moved it back and forth.

The slick feeling inside her mouth, the small gasps of breath escaping her lips—it all made him completely hard again.

“Ah, you really are prettiest like this.”

Having broken her fucking temper, he pushed her head down deeper.

Her eyes flew open and a gagging sound escaped her throat, but Taeyoung didn’t pull back.

Now, she was swallowing him on her own, tightening around him on her own.

When her strength began to fade, the drill instructor’s hand fisted in her hair. His fingers were a rough, hard chain wrapped around her scalp.

That hand rocked her head slowly back and forth, then, at some point, began to move mercilessly.

“Gag, umph…!”

Taeyoung’s eyes closed at the thick, hot sensation plunging deep into her throat.

Her tongue was pinned to the bottom of her mouth by his cock, the roof of her mouth pressed hard. Saliva slipped from her lips, dripping down her chin.

The drill instructor scoffed and pushed her head down harder and harder. Taeyoung’s eyes fluttered with a sudden gag.

“Taeyoung, my little trainee who can’t live a single day without Oppa’s cock.”

The drill instructor pulled her chin up and pressed her head down hard one more time.

The head of his cock pressed against her throat, and the stimulation brought tears to Taeyoung’s eyes.

“Ah—sorry. It’s a little big for you. You know that, right?” the drill instructor whispered without pulling his cock from her mouth.

He twisted his hand, gripping her long hair tighter, dominating her to the point where she didn’t even need to move.

“Umpf—, hngh…!”

But it also stopped her from twisting her head away to escape. He held her hair in a death grip, refusing to let go.

His fingers were dug in so deep her scalp tingled. Seeing her gasping for air between them only excited him more.

“Still, crying your eyes out over it.”

It was a pain no man could ever understand, not unless he’d sucked another man’s hard cock himself. He didn’t stop moving his hips, forcing her mouth to tighten around him until the very end.

“That’s it, that’s it. I’m coming—”

Then, just as Taeyoung was streaming tears and snot, unable to breathe, he unleashed the stimulation he’d been holding back. A warm, thick liquid burst into her throat.

Her throat convulsed. With no time to swallow, the hot semen kept flooding in, and Taeyoung couldn’t even breathe properly as she beat against his thighs.

“Gack… Heueup…!”

Swallow. All of it.

While you look at me with those eyes.

His gaze was a command.

Only after his own afterglow had passed did he slowly release her hair and let her go.

Taeyoung remained crouched, gasping for breath.

White fluid mixed with saliva dripped from her chin. Her whole body had been tensed, and the slick she’d leaked had puddled on the floor.

The sight brought a satisfied smile to the drill instructor’s face.

“Oh, right. I was going to fuck you standing up, but I came instead.”

The bastard was so shameless, especially with his cock still hard enough to touch her nose.

“…Fucking bastard. You piece of shit…”

“Yep. Yep. I know. You loved it, right? I know you did.”

Taeyoung, her face a mess of tears, snot, and semen, hurled curses at him, but he possessed the unshakable confidence of a man who had tamed her.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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