Chapter 24: Unit Assignment [R-18]

“Hey, just say you’ll do it! Then I’ll let you lie down without a fight.”

The session of violating Seojin in front of a crowd of men was in full swing. Naked, Seojin was being punished—forced to hold onto the bed frame, knowing that if she faltered and sat down, she would land directly on a soldier’s cock.

The men demanded she become their sex partner even after they were discharged, asking for masturbation videos. Seojin just kept shaking her head.

“Fuck, we can’t even have our phones because of you bitches. If I had one right now, though… hngh…”

After about twenty minutes of this standoff, the strength in her arms and legs began to give way.

“Trainee Kang Seojin, prepare for your interview.”

The drill instructor opened the door, delivered the message, and was about to leave. But then he walked over, struck her breast hard, and shattered her balance.

“Ugh!”

“Nnngh…!”

Seojin’s body, which had been barely holding on, lurched forward with the heavy sway of her breast and impaled itself on the erect penis of the man waiting below. The trainee beneath her let out a deep groan.

“Consider it a freebie. Get out here now.”

“You… son of a… bitch…!”

At the order to come out immediately, Seojin glared at the drill instructor from her position on top of the trainee, who was now fucking her like an animal, panting heavily.

But the instructor just shrugged and left.

The man, fully hard inside her, had waited so long for this, but the time constraint meant he ended up shooting his load inside her in just three minutes.

“Damn, the drill instructor is a fucking asshole, but then he does something like this and you realize he’s not so bad after all.”

He muttered this as he rubbed his semen on her ass.

Seojin pulled herself off him, roughly wiped herself clean, and put on her uniform. She jammed the military cap, which felt colder than usual today, deep onto her head and made her way to the interview room.

The air changed the moment the door clicked shut.

Seojin sat on a chair that looked like a display stand placed in the middle of the wall. Three men sat before her. They wore no uniforms, no rank insignias. Just black suits and silver tags.

“Trainee Kang Seojin. We have reviewed your records from the past four weeks.”

One of the men said, looking down at a file.

“Physical metrics are excellent. Physical fitness evaluation in the top 3%. Psychological resilience is above average. And… your service record is also excellent.”

At those words, Seojin’s eyes narrowed slightly. Service record. The one word every TS patient eventually had to confront.

“Do you have a preferred unit assignment?”

“…A front-line combat unit.”

“The reason?”

She remained silent for a moment before speaking.

“I want to do something… that I can actually do.”

That single, held-back sentence seemed to return her to the Seojin who had been preparing for special forces. She clenched her hands on her knees and looked at them.

A steadfast young man. But the faint throb in her lower back from the sex just moments ago sent a sharp pulse through her, reminding her that was all in the past.

One of the administrators smiled faintly. Another nodded and took notes.

“We will begin the examination.”

The last administrator pulled on a pair of latex gloves and approached her.

“The examination will proceed in three stages.”

The administrator, holding a measuring tape, skipped the pre-checked height and weight and began meticulously recording everything else: the length of her arms and legs, making her bend over to measure the exact size of her breasts, fondling her nipples until they were fully erect to measure their protrusion.

“…Hah.”

Seojin clutched her breasts as if she had been thoroughly tormented and stared at them. This was the one place where she absolutely could not resist, but the displeasure and hostility showed in her eyes.

Regardless, the administrator continued, measuring her hips and the length of her labia, then thrusting his fingers deep inside her to check the tightness.

“Ugh…!”

His unusually bony fingers were more stimulating than she expected. The administrator seemed to catch the scent of semen that hadn’t been fully cleaned out, and his brow furrowed.

“Were you engaged in activity right before coming here?”

“…Yes.”

It wasn’t voluntary, of course, but all they needed was a yes or no.

“This explains why your service record is so high.”

Though he was clearly annoyed by the smell of another man’s semen, it didn’t seem to be a negative factor. The administrator stripped off the gloves, threw them in the trash, and finished checking Seojin’s file.

“Physical dimensions, response index, sensory sensitivity… all excellent.”

Seojin couldn’t see the scoring sheet, but she knew that none of this was of any use for the front-line unit she had requested.

This, then, had to be a test of her suitability for a different kind of unit. Seojin squeezed her arms, thinking of the skills she could no longer showcase.

“This concludes the interview. Your unit assignment will be decided within three days.”

When the exit door opened, a cold hallway draft brushed against Seojin’s cheek. After a brief bow, she walked past them, the sound of papers being placed into a file folder echoing behind her.

She walked away in silence, her footsteps neat and crisp, as if reflecting her personality. Her expression didn’t change, but the storm of emotions inside her was slowly beginning to settle.

Please.

She knew full well she had nowhere left to retreat. Even though this place still judged them based on “marketability,” the officer had mentioned her participation in regular training and her physical fitness, so perhaps she still had a chance.

Whether her senses were sharp or her reflexes were fast, what mattered to her now was something else entirely.

Iseo, who was waiting for her turn on a bench in the hallway, looked up. The corners of her lips curved into a gentle smile, as sweet as ever.

Seojin met her gaze for a moment before looking away.

“…Good luck in there.”

She nodded at Seojin’s curt, tossed-off words.

“Thanks.”

Iseo’s smile remained, but the air left behind Seojin’s back felt suffocating.

Back in the barracks, Seojin sat silently in front of her locker. She held a towel in her hand and repeatedly wiped her dry face.

Out of habit, she wiped the marks on her neck, her arms, and under her breasts. There was nothing left to wipe, but she couldn’t stop.

One day passed like that.

And then another.

During the endless cycle of roll calls and morning runs, she always stood in the back row, turning at the end of the line every time.

In front of her were the gazes of her peers, offering their attention. The drill instructor’s eyes, which no longer asked any questions. By now, none of it was overwhelming, but it wasn’t comfortable either.

It might not be today.

Even as she thought that, her ears were pricked, listening for the sound of their names being called from anywhere.

Just… let it be decided quickly.

Then, on the third and final day the administrator had mentioned, it was late afternoon.

The administrator’s voice flowed clearly from the barracks’ broadcast speaker.

[Trainees Hyun Iseo, Kang Seojin, Yoon Taeyoung, and Woo Hyunjin, assemble in the conference room on the third floor of the Second Education Building.]

A brief silence fell over the barracks. Seojin, who had been in the middle of sucking a soldier’s cock, paused and swallowed hard. Her secretly clenched fist was slick with cold sweat.

…It’s time.

The man whose cock she was servicing let out a breath, as if about to speak but holding back. Someone else muttered jokingly, “Fuck, there she goes.” Seojin paid no attention to any of it.

Finishing up with the cock in her mouth was a quick affair. Seojin straightened her clothes and walked out, careful to keep her steps from looking too light.

“…I’m leaving.”

Leaving this fucking training center.

The four of them gathered in front of the conference room door in the Second Education Building, looking at each other in silence. Among them, Seojin’s face was the calmest, but her eyes held a tangled mix of suppressed longing and a sliver of resignation.

“…You scared? Anywhere has gotta be better than here.”

It was Taeyoung who broke the awkward silence. She, too, looked full of anxiety, but it seemed she was currently at the high point of her characteristic emotional rollercoaster.

“…Yeah.”

But before she could say more, the administrator opened the door. Their names were called one by one, and they took their seats at the table in order. After a short silence, a calm voice spoke.

“I will now announce the final unit assignments.”

Seojin, whose eyes had been dead for so long, sat up straight, her gaze fixed forward, now gleaming with anticipation. To her sides were Hyunjin and Taeyoung, and Iseo. The sound of their breathing spread quietly through the room.

“I will now announce the final unit assignments for Trainees Hyun Iseo, Kang Seojin, Yoon Taeyoung, and Woo Hyunjin.”

The administrator’s voice flowed out, emotionless, accompanied by the rustle of paper. The order, as mentioned before, was based on the number of nominations from the high-ranking reward soldiers.

“Trainee Hyun Iseo.”

Thwack. The sound of a file being turned.

“VIP Unit, Hall 3. Priority assignment by designation.”

“…Yes.”

Iseo’s voice was as gentle as ever, but it held a strange shyness, still fresh, and her lips curved into a small smile. Like a blooming flower, her hands rested demurely on her lap.

Seojin didn’t turn her head.

“Trainee Kang Seojin.”

The administrator’s gaze seemed to dull slightly. He stared at the paper for a moment before speaking.

“VIP Unit, Hall 2. Assignment without designation.”

“…”

Seojin’s breath caught in her throat. She tried to erase all expression from her face, but her jawline tightened noticeably. She swallowed deeply, as if trying to suppress something.

Why did everything she built always crumble? Forcing her emotions not to show, she gave a slow nod and a short reply.

“…Yes.”

“Trainee Yoon Taeyoung.”

The tone became a little lighter.

“Scheduled for follow-up training at the 5th General Training Depot. General service branch under consideration based on drill instructor’s recommendation.”

Taeyoung made a tch sound, as if clicking her tongue, but her gaze remained fixed on the floor.

Even in front of the administrator, she muttered a quiet, “Ah, shit…” before sitting still again.

“Trainee Woo Hyunjin.”

“Scheduled for follow-up training at the 4th General Training Depot. Autonomous placement based on interview results.”

Hyunjin said nothing. True to her nature, she simply nodded quietly without so much as raising an eyebrow.

The administrator gathered his papers and concluded.

“This concludes the assignment announcement. As of today, you will all be managed according to the procedures of your respective units before being transferred. The two assigned to the VIP Unit will not participate in further training and are to be on standby at all times.”

Thwack, thwack—

The sound of documents being organized overlapped with the movements of the four women as they rose from their seats.

Iseo glanced at Seojin beside her. The same gentle smile.

“Hey, Seojin. I’m… glad we’re going together. Do you think we’ll see each other there?”

“…I doubt it.”

Seojin replied curtly and stepped past Iseo.

The door opened, and a meaningless, cold wind swept through the conference room. One person felt that wind as an opportunity.

Another felt it as just one more punishment.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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