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    The hallway was bathed in dim light.

    When the drill instructor pounded on the door from outside, Do-yoon, dragging his sweat-soaked clothes, pulled it open. The two-hour reward, a brief taste of heaven, was over.

    “…Hah.”

    A glimpse through the heavy steel door revealed Seojin, her body covered in all sorts of marks, roughly wiping his semen from between her legs with a tissue. She didn’t bother to hide her disgust, her brow deeply furrowed.

    “Hey, Trainee Kang Seojin! Cut the crap and get out here.”

    Seojin glared at the waiting instructor before obediently heading out. Her legs trembled, but she walked with a stiff resolve. She refused to give them another excuse to lay a hand on her.

    She ran a hand through her disheveled hair and stepped into the barracks as if nothing had happened. She hadn’t even walked particularly fast, yet the journey to the next hell felt far too short.

    The bastard whose dick she’d been sucking before she was called away was the first to greet her. A strange silence hung in the air of the barracks.

    “Hey, was it good?”

    Seojin walked past him and silently took a towel from her locker, rubbing her thighs. Wordlessly.

    From somewhere outside the door, she could hear someone’s proud retelling of their experience, punctuated by laughter. The sound was a sharp, vivid contrast to the silence within.

    “Are you ignoring me?”

    The barefoot man grabbed a fistful of Seojin’s hair and yanked her head back. Too exhausted to even be angry, she simply frowned and looked up at him.

    “I’ve been fucking waiting for you. That shitty reward soldier system… want me to raise some hell with you to get rid of it?”

    Then he shoved his stinking cock at her.

    A man’s greed once again filled Seojin’s mouth. She didn’t want to think. For a moment, she wondered if it wouldn’t be easier to just bite down and get sent to the guardhouse, but then she thought of her parents.

    At times like these, even a thousand years of passion would have cooled. This wasn’t a game; she only had one life.

    “Ah, right. You’re only here because you wrote one of those complaint letters. I can’t have you getting me kicked out when I was just about to claim you. Guess I can’t help you after all.”

    He sneered, taunting her.

    Seojin’s glossy hair was twisted in the man’s grip as he shook her head. Not wanting to even look at his fucking face, she closed her eyes and sucked his cock with all her might.

    “Do it from the back. Fuck, it’s like a tollgate for my throat.”

    Even that seemed to please the man, because he came inside her mouth with a final, sloppy thrust. He shoved her forward, and only then was her head free.

    Fucking bastard. My neck almost snapped.

    Seojin slowly rolled and stretched her neck before she could finally lean against the wall. The moment she did, other men swarmed her like insects.

    “Today… which of our Seojin’s holes should we explore?”

    “How about her armpit? Hey, have you ever tried it?”

    “Does this bastard have an armpit fetish?”

    The world was full of all kinds of fucking freaks. Her body was exhausted, but it would all happen regardless of her consent anyway, so she let her consciousness drift far away, as if she’d put on noise-canceling headphones.

    At this rate, I’ll be able to sleep while getting fucked.

    *

    The next morning in the mess hall, the stars of the show, surprisingly, weren’t the TS soldiers. It was the top-performing trainees who had spent two hours with them, one-on-one.

    Amid the clatter of ladles scooping soup, the thud of combat boots, and the clanking of meal trays, someone spoke quietly.

    “Hey, who’d you get yesterday?”

    “That one, Kang Seojin. The one rumored to have the best body of all the bitches.”

    “Ah, shit…”

    “Seriously, I’ve never seen a body that firm in my life. When you wrap your hands around her… it’s just… you know. Fucking that.”

    “With those tits, did you do… this?”

    The trainee next to him made a gesture, sliding his cupped hand up and down, mimicking a tit-fuck.

    “Why the fuck else would I have a dick? She’s kind of a pain in the ass, but you just come instantly.”

    “Whoa…”

    “Isn’t this bastard just a premature ejaculator?”

    At the next table, another soldier paused with his spoon in mid-air.

    “Hey, what about you?”

    “The gyaru-like one. She talks a lot of shit and acts all cocky, but once it was just the two of us, she got real quiet. You know why girls who act tough are the best? Fuck… it was the very definition of a hot, steamy night.”

    “Isn’t that guy on drugs or something?”

    “You wouldn’t know if you haven’t tried it. Kids, go on now.”

    “Taking recommendations for the next round. Raise your hand now before you get caught.”

    A man scraping his tray with a spoon smirked to himself. He reverently set down his utensils as if to say that mere food had no place in a description of his Iseo.

    He leaned back, his posture arrogant, as if the memory alone was enough to give him another erection.

    “From now on, I will consider any attack on my Iseo an attack on me.”

    My Iseo? Did you get married to a TS soldier?”

    “Tsk, you bastard. Our Iseo is an angel. Just… a true angel.”

    “He’s got the worst case of it. Shouldn’t we call a medic?”

    “She doesn’t even say anything, she just comes and lets you hold her. It’s so fucking healing. My Iseo… she gives you love. Plus, she comes so fast, she makes you think you’re amazing at it.”

    The man mimed grabbing and thrusting into Iseo’s waist, as if recalling her body that very instant. Then he let out a satisfied sound, like he’d just chugged a beer.

    “Suddenly got vulgar, didn’t I? But fuck, I just got back from paradise.”

    “That’s exactly what it feels like. Seriously, like you’ve died and come back to life.”

    “If I get picked again next week, who should I choose…”

    “Worry about that after you get picked, you loser.”

    Then, another soldier added quietly, while his buddies next to him were busy flexing their biceps and playfully arguing that the others were no match for them.

    “But I heard the real legend is Woo Hyunjin. The one who’s hiding her true strength.”

    “Oh yeah. The one with the short hair who doesn’t talk. Did you hear from the guy who got her?”

    “Heard he couldn’t get a single word out of her. What a loser, right?”

    Elsewhere, the top trainee who had been paired with Hyunjin had long since returned, but it was his barrack mates who were in an uproar.

    “No, you asshole, don’t interrupt. That’s the point. She just takes it all with that blank expression, won’t make eye contact, won’t say a word. But every single one of her fingertips is alive.”

    “Ooh, so it’s like she’s pinning you down in reverse? I bet that works for guys who are into that kind of thing.”

    “It doesn’t just ‘work,’ it’s fucking hot. The way I see it… it’s the kind of thing that could lead you down a dangerous path, you know?”

    “Heh, like, ‘Please step on me’?”

    “Fuck, this guy’s already imagined it.”

    “But her tits are smaller than the other girls’.”

    The mess hall was a sea of laughter, filled with all kinds of hand gestures. Once it started, it became their own little party, with rumors and experiences serving as the main course.

    By the fourth week, even the men who hadn’t touched them directly would often harass them as if they had a Bluetooth connection to their bodies, all thanks to the mountain of stories.

    “Hey, when you girls are in the tanning machine, does it open up down there? I heard if you spread your pussy, it’s all white around it, is that true?”

    “How the fuck would a bastard I’ve never seen before know what my pussy looks like, you fucking piece of shit!”

    Whenever that happened, it was Taeyoung’s job to retaliate, sometimes by throwing her spoon. Even when Hyunjin and Iseo tried to stop her, it seemed she couldn’t feel better until she’d let out a torrent of curses.

    Of course, that was always followed by a fiery session of sex with the drill instructor under the guise of “discipline.” By this point, it seemed as if she might even be starting to enjoy that time.

    “Hey, hey, who was the guy who got our Iseo last week?”

    A trainee who had just shoveled in a mouthful of rice mixed with kimchi looked up and spoke. The man next to him stopped drinking his soup and lifted his chin.

    “Me. Why?”

    “How was she? Still the same?”

    The soldier acted as if he were asking after an ex-girlfriend, his eyes seemingly welling with tears. The man who had been with her was silent for a moment before putting down his spoon. He closed his eyes briefly, then uttered a single sentence.

    “…From now on, I’m going to live my life only getting first place.”

    “Whoa, what? It was that good?”

    “Seriously, I found my ideal woman. She’s soft and gentle and just melts into your arms, and her breasts are… wow… I can’t say any more about what happened with her.”

    “This bastard’s about to break the unwritten rule. Spill the details, quick.”

    At a table behind them, someone rested their chin on their hand and groaned.

    “Kang Seojin is the complete opposite. She’s fucking gorgeous, but… she’s quiet, and scary. It’s just… like she’s looking at me like I’m a piece of trash.”

    “Still, I heard her tits are huge.”

    “With a regular shirt on, she’s basically a button launcher. I almost lost my mind the second I saw her, but that’s the problem. She’s so much of a goddess that I felt like a pig.”

    “Kim Do-yoon was with her for two weeks straight and then hit rock bottom, didn’t he?”

    “Still, he must have saved the country twice in a past life.”

    “Fuck, turns out he was a great man who shared his blessings with the common folk.”

    Amid the murmuring, another voice cut in.

    “With Woo Hyunjin, I felt like I’d cum if she just cursed at me with those eyes.”

    “Why is someone like that a reward soldier and not a drill instructor? Someone should go recommend it as a lifelong career for her.”

    “Even if it means getting fucked by the drill instructors every day?”

    Meanwhile, any mention of Taeyoung had gradually started to disappear from their conversations.

    She and the drill instructor were at each other’s throats almost daily, their bodies clashing to the point that others had seen them. As a result, whenever someone tried to start something with Taeyoung, the other guy would just become a broken record about the drill instructor, and she would fire back openly.

    “Isn’t that bitch probably fucking the instructor right now? I heard she just sighs her way through the reward soldier time.”

    “Someone said they saw the two of them in the bathroom together. There’s even a rumor they did it behind this building.”

    “Wow, and she thinks we’re boring?”

    “Shit. Is the drill instructor a god or something?”

    She, who had been the most frequent subject of gossip due to her harsh, emotional responses, was now being branded with a new title, one more intense and peculiar than “reward soldier”: “The Drill Instructor’s Exclusive.”

    And ironically, that was the very thing that played a decisive role in changing the trainees’ attitude toward her.

    The drill instructor, the man Taeyoung despised more than anyone in the world, was truly becoming her shield.


    Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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