Chapter 7: Yoon Taeyoung (1) [R-18]

The door to the drill instructor’s office slammed shut, and the lock clicked immediately after.

“Alright. Shall we begin?”

The instructor, the one who had watched the longest out of the three yesterday, turned slowly from the door and gave Taeyoung a relaxed smile.

He had been naturally backing her toward the wall from the moment she entered. His attitude suggested he held all the cards.

“What the hell are you so smug about?”

Taeyoung ground her teeth, glaring at the instructor. The moment she’d stepped into this place, she knew with bone-deep certainty what kind of situation she was in.

But she didn’t want to be intimidated. Suppressed anger and pride spurred her on.

“Oh, we already decided the order. We’re each going to have a taste before we start the ‘training’.”

The instructor said it so casually, as if he were explaining a simple daily routine.

“So I’m first. I won at rock-paper-scissors. And I picked you.”

Taeyoung’s fists clenched the instant she heard him. The absurd reality made her head spin. But she repeated to herself inwardly.

Don’t back down. If I lose, it’s over.

The instructor walked slowly toward her and stopped right in front, a look on his face that seemed to confirm she had nowhere left to retreat.

“Why don’t you lie down on the sofa?”

“…What if I don’t want to?”

Taeyoung replied curtly, mixing informal speech into her words. But the instructor didn’t seem to care at all. He just curled his lips in an amused smirk.

“Then I guess I’ll have to push you down myself?”

Suddenly, Taeyoung’s body was shoved backward. A large hand pressed down on her shoulder, and she instinctively balled her fists.

Fuck, as long as I don’t let him push me around—

She quickly gathered her thoughts. It would be over if she just let him push her back. If she lost the upper hand now, she would never get it back. So she decided to provoke him instead.

Taeyoung abruptly straightened up and stared into the instructor’s face, her eyes filled with defiance.

“Hah, cut the crap. You’re just not confident enough to do it in front of the others, are you?”

The instructor’s expression froze for a second. Then he let out a low chuckle.

“What’s this?”

Taeyoung gritted her teeth. But the instructor remained composed.

“So the bitch who was unbuttoning her shirt and putting on a show for all the men on the training ground is going to help me out?”

Taeyoung laughed as if she found the idea ridiculous.

“I wouldn’t do that for a piece of shit like you.”

The instructor seemed even more amused by her reaction, frowning slightly.

“—I like the feisty ones. They clench up so nicely.”

Taeyoung instinctively took a step back, but the instructor gave her no room to escape.

He moved closer and whispered to her.

“You can’t run away like that.”

Then, Taeyoung suddenly shot her hand out and grabbed him firmly below the waist, where he was now far too close.

The instructor’s eyebrows shot up slightly at the unexpected counterattack.

“Fucking tiny,” Taeyoung whispered with a sneer.

The instructor’s expression hardened for a moment.

“If I were still a man, a guy like you would be on his knees in the bathhouse, being my personal soap dish. Because you’re so fucking small.”

The instructor stared at Taeyoung, then let out a smirk. He lightly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his crotch.

“Ha, this is fun.”

The instructor slowly leaned in and whispered.

“Putting up a fight for a girl who’s just going to be whimpering once she’s getting drilled.”

Taeyoung said through clenched teeth.

“…Wanna bet? Five minutes.”

A glint appeared in the instructor’s eyes.

“You talk a big game, like you’ve touched a few girls in your fantasies. I’ll give you credit if you can make me come with just foreplay. If not, you make sure I never have to see your fucking face again.”

The instructor smiled for a moment at Taeyoung’s proposal.

“Ah, fuck. You’re trying to wound my pride, aren’t you? Fine, I’ll play along. Go ahead.”

To create as much distance as possible between them, Taeyoung crossed her arms and jutted her chin toward the clock on the wall behind him.

“No tricks. We start on the hour, by that clock. Keep your promise.”

The instructor chuckled and raised his wrist to check his own watch.

“A watch… well, you need to know I’m not cheating either. Fine.”

He took a step forward, pushing Taeyoung toward the sofa. She seemed to resist, but then she lifted her chin and smiled cockily as if it were nothing.

“Ah, don’t you back out now. You made a brave bet, you better see it through to the end, right?”

He slowly reached out, grabbing a handful of Taeyoung’s hair and messing it up. The pressure was light, but definite.

Taeyoung took a deep breath.

Five minutes. I just have to last five minutes.

Tick, tick, tick. The second hand moved toward the top of the hour.

She gritted her teeth, ready to endure with enough force to tear the sofa’s leather.

But the instructor paid her no mind. He simply twisted the hand tangled in her hair, exposing the nape of her neck.

As his moist lips brushed against her neckline, Taeyoung’s body flinched instinctively.

…More sensitive than I thought.

Her heart began to race against her will. But Taeyoung desperately maintained her expression and smirked.

“What’s that? Don’t you know how to do it properly?”

The instructor snorted derisively.

“We’re just getting started and you’re already bluffing?”

He wrapped one arm around Taeyoung’s waist and pulled her in. Her hips naturally pressed against his body.

The hard muscle of a man’s body pushed against the soft curve of her waist.

The sensation made Taeyoung’s body tense up for a moment.

…No, it’s nothing. I just bumped into a man’s body.

Taeyoung told herself that, but the instructor’s hand was already moving slowly from her waist, up her back, and then downward. He whispered lowly.

“Hey, is this your first time with a guy?”

Taeyoung reacted to the clumsy question by slamming her hand down hard on the sofa.

“Does it look like it!?”

“Whatever.”

But the instructor was unfazed. Instead, he playfully buried his face in the crook of her neck, nuzzling against her.

“The girl yesterday had huge tits. Yours are a little small, huh?”

A vein popped on Taeyoung’s forehead.

“Fuck, are you comparing me right now?”

“Well, bigger is better, isn’t it?”

The instructor watched Taeyoung get worked up as if it were a fun show, his hand slowly stroking down her thigh.

“But small ones have their own charm. They’re firm and fit perfectly in your hand.”

In fact, Taeyoung’s breasts were a C-cup, not small at all. His hand slid from her waist to her side, his fingers brushing satisfyingly under her breast.

Taeyoung desperately tried to look unfazed, her eyes defiant. But at the same time, a strange tension spread through her entire body.

As if to regain her senses, she whispered lowly.

“…You promised I wouldn’t have to see your face again if you can’t make me come in five minutes. One minute’s passed.”

The instructor chuckled lowly, whispering in her ear.

“Don’t worry. I can already see you coming back here, naked and begging for it.”

Taeyoung narrowed her foxy eyes and glared at the instructor.

“You crazy bastard.”

Even though her body was reacting sensitively, she still thought she had the upper hand.

After all, all she had to do was stay still for five minutes. And when it was over, she could laugh in this bastard’s face and leave.

But the instructor just smiled leisurely.

“I’m not going to ask for more time, but I’m going to start taking your clothes off now, okay?”

The instructor lightly grabbed the waistband of Taeyoung’s uniform and slowly pulled it down. Taeyoung instinctively flinched and tried to step back, but he was right behind her, steadying her.

“Scared?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Taeyoung gritted her teeth. But the instructor just smirked and unbuttoned her uniform top, one button at a time. As they came undone, the tight fabric slid softly off her shoulders.

The instructor’s gaze, which had been glancing her up and down, changed completely.

“Whoa, you should just walk around naked. This is way better.”

His eyes shone with primal instinct. Taeyoung’s skin was smooth and firm, enhanced by a tan. The instructor reached out as if in admiration and wrapped his hands around her waist.

“Did you tan on purpose after you changed?”

Taeyoung tried her best to ignore her pounding heart and shrugged.

“Why do you care? Are we friends?”

But as the instructor’s hands wrapped around her waist and slowly slid lower, Taeyoung desperately forced her body to remain rigid.

“Why not? We’re already doing this, we might as well get friendly. Are you getting nervous already? I haven’t even touched you yet.”

The instructor smoothly moved his hand behind Taeyoung’s back. He lightly tugged on her bra strap.

With the small sound of the clasp coming undone, the pressure of the bra was released. The tight fabric covering her nipples slid away softly.

For a moment, Taeyoung raised her hands to cover her chest. But the instructor caught her wrists and said in a low voice.

“If you cover yourself up like that, I might just have to tie you down.”

Taeyoung gritted her teeth, but the instructor’s touch grew bolder.

His hand cupped her breast, squeezing it gently.

For the first time, she looked straight up at the instructor.

“…”

Taeyoung’s lips felt dry.

“Ha… haah…”

It wasn’t intentional, but her body was reacting on its own.

The instructor didn’t miss it.

“Well, well. You acted so feisty, like you weren’t interested… but you’re getting turned on, aren’t you?”

Taeyoung tried to retort, but his hand moved slowly, his fingers pressing deeper into the flesh of her breast.

Realizing her body was responding instinctively, Taeyoung’s face flushed bright red.

The instructor smiled with even more leisure and whispered in her ear.

“You didn’t think five minutes could feel this long, did you?”

Taeyoung desperately tried to hold her breath, but as if he’d been waiting for it, the instructor began to slowly stimulate her most sensitive point, his thumb brushing up against her nipple.

At his touch, Taeyoung’s back arched and a ragged breath escaped her lips.

“Fuck…!”

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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