Chapter 269 Scheme to Divide -17
Chapter 269 Scheme to Divide -17
Pale skin, and upon the soft yet tantalizingly curved buttocks, vivid red handprints stood out in sharp relief.
Jiha gently stroked the spot where his handprints remained.
"......Ngh."
Pairan trembled and started to lower her head, then froze. She had just remembered that lowering her head meant Jiha would hit her.
For a grown woman to be spanked on the buttocks was humiliating enough... and having to endure it without a word after being struck was unbearably hard.
"You can talk, can't you? Go on, bark."
"......Just get on with it."
"With what?"
Jiha hadn't even taken off his pants yet. Though his arousal had swollen with excitement, his face revealed absolutely nothing.
When Pairan turned her head to look back at him with anger creeping into her gaze, Jiha struck her left buttock again.
Smack!
"Hnngh......."
Pairan exhaledless cry and lifted her head. An hour ago, she could never have imagined herself in this situation—stripped below the waist, getting her backside slapped. No, the very idea of receiving this kind of punishment from a man simply didn't exist in her mind.
"Talking back again?"
"Wh-what do you......."
"Your master is still Asira, and you can't accept me. That's it, isn't it?"
"......."
Hit directly on the mark, Pairan bit her lower lip in resentment.
A woman pretending to be the man—in the end, it was a hierarchy fight. Pairan the hound had a powerful rejection reflex: she could not accept Jiha as a new master who had appeared above her head, above Asira.
"Fine. Keep talking back."
Jiha spoke coldly as he grabbed a handful of Pairan's hair. Securing the dark blue ponytail in one hand, he used the other to slowly explore her buttocks. He caressed the trembling flesh that had been struck repeatedly, then quietly pressed against her rear hole.
"Ngh, nghh......."
Unable to endure the shame, Pairan shook her hips to try to escape, but with her hair held fast, it was useless. Enjoying the reaction, Jiha slid his fingers down toward the cleft.
"Wetter now. Does getting hit excite you?"
"D-don't touch me......."
Pairan squeezed her thighs tightly together, trying to block Jiha's fingers from entering. But Jiha offered no soothing—he slapped her right buttock instead.
Smack!
"Ah, ahh......."
Smaack!
"St-stop......."
Smmaaaack!!
"I-I hate this."
As Jiha kept striking the same spot with gradually increasing force, Pairan's voice grew weaker. Her head was held fast so she couldn't properly look back, her lower half was stripped bare, the man's blows were steadily intensifying, and her buttocks were stinging. A situation mortifying enough to make her want to die—but there was no way out.
The tightly pressed female thighs seemed to lose their strength, then parted slightly to the side. Only a finger-joint's width apart, but still... it was surrender—she didn't want to be hit anymore.
"Spread them wider."
Smmmaaaaaaack!!
"S-stop. I-it hurts......."
Pairan finally couldn't hold out and spread her thighs further. It was already humiliating enough to be gripping the back of the sofa and displaying her bare buttocks in front of a man—opening her legs of her own accord was unbearably shameful. But it was better than continuing to be punished by Jiha.
"Good."
Jiha slowly massaged the buttocks he'd been striking. As the man who had been driving her relentlessly now caressed the punished spots, as if to say she'd done well, as if to say he wouldn't hit her anymore, Pairan unconsciously felt relief.
"Haaaaah......."
As she gave a long sigh, sticky nectar trickled down her pale thighs. The foreign sensation of it running down her legs made Pairan's face flush hot, and her thighs twitched with the urge to hide it. But Jiha did nothing else—he just kept quietly kneading her buttocks.
The woman desperately wanted to close her legs and conceal the nectar that had seeped out, but her instincts warned that doing as she pleased would bring even worse punishment. So Pairan could only let out pitiful, aching moans.
"P-please......."
She wished he would just do something, anything—yet Jiha, who surely knew exactly what he was doing, simply kept kneading her buttocks with firm pressure, then releasing them gently, repeating the cycle. Paradoxically, this only made the nectar overflowing from her cleft grow thicker.
The relief of being handled gently gradually became pleasure, stirring her virgin body awake. The fact that she was on all fours like a dog, displaying her backside to a man, was mortifyingly shameful and humiliating—but deep down, she was admitting that it was better than being hit.
Proudly solitary, she who had fought relying on nothing but her own sword now wore the face of a woman.
"Please what?"
"......."
"You still don't know who I am, do you? How long am I supposed to indulge you?"
As Jiha's voice dropped, Pairan's face filled with terror. She had fought without flinching no matter the opponent, but now she was nothing more than a frightened, weakened female. The realization shocked her more than anyone else.
She didn't want to acknowledge her own weakness, her submissive heart. But the more she resisted, the more she would only be tormented. Above all, she was ashamed that her own body was aroused, and the agony of showing that to the man she had despised made her want to die.
But Jiha gave her no opening.
"Bark."
"......."
"Bark."
As Jiha growled, Pairan shrank into herself completely and opened her mouth.
"S-something......."
"A person speaks, a dog listens."
Jiha gave her ponytail a slight tug, making her turn to face him. Pairan, trying to hide her disheveled expression and frightened face, could not resist his grip and looked back.
"Ah......."
The moment their eyes met, she was utterly terrified and quickly cast her gaze downward. An animalistic reaction—the knowledge that she must not go against Jiha had become visceral inside her. He had truly been gentle with her before, and this was the final chance.
"If you want forgiveness, bark properly."
Pairan's shoulders flinched. Stripped bare and exposed to the male's ferocity, she had become a cowering female.
Her pride in her own skill, her self-esteem that she could hold her own and speak her mind against anyone—once all of that was completely shattered, all that remained was a fragile woman.
"You think Barjet is beneath you, don't you? You dismissed her as a slut who fell for a man's words?"
"......."
"At least Barjet barked. She wasn't a coward who kept her mouth shut and curled up like you."
Jiha mocked and berated her as he spoke.
"From the very first time we met, you came at me with a sword, didn't you? You thought I was a worthy opponent because I had Asira? Are you out of your mind?"
"......."
"Even if you got lucky and beat me, did you think you'd walk away unscathed?"
At the point when he first met Pairan, Jiha had already established the Investigative Committee and was effectively ruling Waris. He already had five Uniques in hand by then, so... killing Pairan would have been trivial.
The reason Jiha had let Pairan live was because she held valuable information. She could also be used in dealing with Lowchen. But that usefulness was nearing its end.
"Asira doesn't ask for favors, but she asked me to go easy on you, just for your sake, so I kept you alive. I even taught you with your own body what happens when you act up. And you still haven't come to your senses? Just how long do I have to put up with you? I'm drowning in work, and I'm supposed to keep dragging along a woman who isn't even mine?"
"That......."
"It's tiresome now. Want to just die here?"
Jiha grabbed the back of Pairan's neck with his hand. With a surge of Mana, he could snap it—Unique or not.
"......."
Pairan knew instinctively that this was no idle threat. This man did not keep anyone alive who refused to submit. The fact that he had spared her meant he really had been indulging her—and she felt in her bones that Asira had begged him to give her a chance. And that this was her last one.
"......S-stop."
"Stop what. Stop wanting to live?"
Jiha spoke quietly as he gathered his Mana. Pairan's voice grew desperate.
"......I don't want to die."
"Will you swear loyalty."
Pairan didn't answer right away. She wrestled with herself for a long while. She now understood deep in her bones that this wasn't merely begging for her life—she would have to become Jiha's subordinate, and Jiha would never tolerate insubordination from his people.
"......If you make Lady Asira happy, then I'll follow you."
When Pairan added a condition, Jiha frowned. In her own mind, she was swallowing humiliation and swearing loyalty, but she still hadn't acknowledged Jiha as her superior. At best, she was treating him as her master's spouse.
"So if I abandon Asira, you'll come at me with a sword?"
"......Yes. If that doesn't sit well with you, kill me now."
Pairan's voice was fully resolved. It was a firm declaration that she would rather die than ever submit to such a man.
"Ah, fine."
It was enough to keep her alive for now. As Jiha released her neck, Pairan sighed from the depths of her chest. She could really have died—the relief of having barely survived washed over her.
She had been through countless dangerous places and perilous battles, but she had never felt such a sense of crisis as she did now. And all from a single man!
As Pairan gasped for breath, Jiha spoke sharply.
"Then bark again."
"......Wh-what."
Pairan's voice was thoroughly cowed. Even though she had barely managed to set a condition, she was still crushed under Jiha's oppressive presence. She could no longer even dream of resisting.
When Jiha slowly started rubbing her buttocks with his palm again, Pairan grew even more frightened. Right now the touch was gentle, but he could make it hurt at any moment. No—something even more painful and terrifying than before might be waiting.
This male intended to extract total submission.
If she wanted to live, she had to show her belly.
"That......."
Pairan knew it and opened her mouth, but the words wouldn't come quickly. Having lived a rough life, she knew about matters between men and women, but she had never put such explicit expressions in her own mouth. She had tended to regard them as vulgar and kept her distance.
Knead.
The hand kneading her buttocks began to apply more pressure. A warning. As the force steadily increased, Pairan reflexively blurted out the words. She wasn't in a position to be picky.
"P-put it......."
"Put what."
"Y-your, reproductive organ......."
At the roundabout expression, Jiha snorted and glared at her. The female, realizing the male was still angry, shrank her head down even further.
"That....... Inside me....... Put it...... please."
Face flushed red with shame, Pairan pleaded in a trembling voice. The woman who had scoffed and dismissed him, who had absolutely refused to acknowledge Jiha as her superior, had finally submitted.
But Jiha didn't move right away. He simply held Pairan's ponytail in silence and toyed with it.
"Ah......."
Was the male satisfied? Or wasn't he? Pairan found herself watching him anxiously. Even if she had managed to squeeze the words out, she now understood that if they didn't satisfy the man, they meant nothing—she would only suffer a worse fate.
"H-hurry......."
"Who am I?"
"......."
"I asked who I am, Pairan Amaut."
At Jiha's question, Pairan closed her mouth. But knowing that silence wouldn't be forgiven, she forced down her emotions and answered.
"A-a superior......."
"That's all you've got."
Jiha snorted, but decided it was time to move on to the next stage. To break her further, he needed to show her a real lesson.
"Fine, whatever."
Jiha pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion. His arousal, which had been standing from anger moments ago, had cooled. He had been prepared to snap Pairan's neck if it came to that—he had turned coldly rational.
But as he took himself in hand and pressed against Pairan's wet cleft, the blood rushed back quickly and he began to stiffen. Say what you would, but pinning down a woman who'd been acting up and putting her in her place—there was no way not to be excited by that.
"Ah......."
Pairan let out a frightened moan as she watched the male swell and harden so rapidly. The rigid spearhead pressing firmly against her parted slit—she unconsciously tried to pull her hips away, but Jiha grabbed her buttocks and held her down. The thoroughly spanked flesh, frozen under the man's restraint, could no longer move.
"Aah......."
So it was really happening. Pairan looked back over her shoulder with an expression that couldn't hide it. As if wishing the hard object about to drive into her was a mirage, as if she wanted desperately to deny it—Jiha smiled at that face.
"Let's see how impressive you really are."
Pinning down the female who wanted to flee, the man thrust his hips forward.