Level 8 - Tilted Playground (4)
Code 3142. The Heart Queen tattoo was etched on her lower abdomen, where the uterus is located, and she'd awakened a trait that generated electricity. She didn't seem like a bad person since she treated Gongju kindly, but she talked so much it was noisy. So when I punched her in the gut earlier, she shut up right away, and her massive breasts jiggled for great impact. Anyone could see this body was made to be punched in the belly.
For that reason, I decided to call her Belly Punch.
"We said we'd start with her, right?"
"At least 3142... no, Belly Punch cares for the kids. 3137 cares for them too, but as you saw, she's too timid to communicate well with them."
"So we'll train Belly Punch first and have her manage the ones below her."
That was definitely the top priority. Of course, I'd already force-fed them the basics as a stopgap, but that was just temporary.
"Wh-what are you doing...? Don't tell me you're a Master? If the other Masters find out—Guhk!?"
"Shut up."
I'd let only Belly Punch speak since it'd be boring if they all stayed mute forever. But the moment I did, she started yammering again. Still, she was a victim too, so I felt a little sorry seeing her in so much pain.
"Let's see, Jeong-ah said that if the pain itself vanishes due to the impact feel, it loses its flavor."
I'd planned to mod her into a masochist, but converting pain purely to pleasure would make true masochism unlikely. That conclusion came from a natural masochist, so I trusted it. Instead, she needed to feel the pain but link it to pleasure—add pleasure on top of the pain. So when pain hits, pleasure naturally follows. Engrave that into body and mind, and she'll evolve into a masochist naturally.
"When you feel pain, pleasure proportional to it spreads through your body. You didn't know that? Study if You Don't Know."
I started drawing over her existing Heart Queen tattoo in the same color. I set it so it wouldn't glow when activated. This tattoo had to stay completely hidden until she became my perfect personal masochist punching machine.
"Belly Punch, sorry. Does it hurt too much? I should've been more considerate since you were so noisy. But you weren't considerate either and kept blabbing, so we're even?"
"Pl-please stop, Master. If you break the rules like this..."
"Who's the Master?!"
My fist slammed into her belly, her uterus sinking in like a button, and a burst of air escaped her. But it was totally different from her earlier groans. A subtle tremor in her voice. Traces of female bliss lingered in the pleasure.
"Hau♡ H-heuk, heuk... What was that just now...?"
"Feels good, right? It'd be really sorry if it was just painful. You're a victim too."
"Feels good? I-I don't know. Scary, it's weird..."
Oh right, these girls deliberately avoid sexual education. They only learn it after assignment to a Master, for the purpose of submission.
"First, I'll tell you why I hit you. I'm no Master. Hmm, yeah. Since I'm the one teaching you, let's go with Teacher."
"What are you even—Hauwk!? Huak♡"
She talks too much. When the teacher speaks, you listen quietly without backtalk. Questions are for after permission. Disrupting class is wrong.
"Why, why..."
"When the teacher speaks, you say 'Yes.' Didn't they teach you that?"
"Y-yes, they did."
Good girl. I gently stroked and massaged her uterus, which I'd been pounding hard until moments ago. It was red and swollen in the shape of my fist—deliciously ripe.
Smack! A light slap with my palm, and with a juicy sound, Belly Punch's face twisted in soft pleasure.
"Ha-eung♡ My belly feels weird..."
"That's what feeling good means. It feels good because my hand touches you."
"It feels good when Teacher's hand touches me?"
"That's right."
Her eyes still brimmed with suspicion toward me. But she was scared I'd hit her belly again, so she stayed cautious. So cute when she's quiet.
"Your pussy's already soaking wet. Did getting hit feel that good?"
"Pussy... soaking? What's that?"
"Whoa, these Masters have some extreme tastes."
She really knows nothing. It felt like training Ayoung, but that was just her being weird. Here, they raise all the girls with this biased education?
"You know the term 'pussy.' You just don't know why it gets wet when you feel good."
That matched Ayoung. By the way, do they even know how babies are made? Kinda curious.
"So, do you know how kids are born?"
"Kids? The transporters bring as many as needed from outside..."
"No, before that."
Belly Punch looked shocked by the question. They seemed to lack even the basic instinct that babies need to be born. Or do they not care about origins?
"Isn't it weird to bother bringing them from outside? Why not make them here from the start?"
"I... never thought about it."
"That's because Masters defy natural routes, but it's too much for Belly Punch to figure out, huh?"
"Probably."
"Wh-what blasphemy...! The Masters try to make everyone happy!"
"Shut up."
One, two, three. This time, consecutive hits to her belly. Lately, with all the stress piling up, it felt so refreshing. And she gets pleasure from it—win-win education time. Perfect.
"Euek♡ Heu-euk♡ Pl-please♡ Uuk♡ Uung♡ Haa... Hii!?"
Smack! She looked ready to cum, so I added another hit. Her belly rippled, her body shuddered, and sticky pussy juice squirted out.
"Your first orgasm from a belly punch—perfectly suits your name. Right?"
"Hauuu♡ It's weird♡ I peed myself..."
"Not pee. Or is it? Hard to tell."
Clear and sticky—looks like pussy juice. But touching it tingles. Like a mild electric current?
"Ah, low-frequency massager vibe."
Who knew her juices had this function. Belly Punch might be more useful than I thought. Ayoung's are like a downgraded version, but this is worth occasional variety. No need to chase only the most intense.
"This counts as minor pain too."
I gathered her juices and massaged them into her body. Starting from her flushed lower belly, up to her uncontrollably jiggling massive tits, until they glistened.
"Eut♡ Stings♡ Hau-eut!? Haak♡ Haak...!"
"Definitely easy to conquer."
I could probably train her without much effort, even without traits. First time since Ayoung and Jeong-ah it felt this straightforward. Probably because, like Ayoung, she's experiencing sexual pleasure for the first time.
"So vulnerable sexually before Master assignment. Good for me."
"Hau-eut♡ Ag-again, something weird's coming! Hiiik!?"
Pushu-shuk! This time, beyond juice—even real piss gushed out. Intense pleasure must've relaxed her bladder.
"Good, you pissed yourself filthy knowing what it'd mean, right?"
"S-sorry! Forgive me just once—!? Hii?"
She didn't predict this and got me dirty too. That pisses me off, so I gotta vent. Common sense.
So hit her.
"W-wait! Geheuk!? Hu-ooh♡"
Thud! Not a fist this time. I raised my leg high and heel-stomped her.
"Hieeek♡ W-wait... It hurts... Why does getting hit make me happy♡ Ha, haeuk♡"
"See? Getting hit by me makes you happy, right?"
She was starting to feel it—how good it feels when I hit her. Fresh off an intense squirting orgasm, amplified by sharp pain. Her brain must be melting in pleasure, too good for normal thinking.
"Y-yes♡"
"Then from now on, it's not punishment—it's a reward. You behaved well, so first reward incoming."
I aimed precisely at the tattoo and slammed my fist. No anger this time—just massaging her uterus deep inside. Maximum vibration transfer.
"Kuh-haeuk♡ Heu-euk♡ Hoo-ook♡ My brain's melting♡"
"Feel that? Your uterus trembling inside. Remember that sensation well. Hup!"
Thwack! Her soft flesh enveloped my fist juicily. It dipped in briefly, then her uterus pushed back—the feedback tingled my knuckles. I watched her orgasm in satisfaction.
"Heuuung♡ Head's melting♡ Sparkly♡"
"Whoa, just from punches and her clit swelled up huge."
I noticed while applying her juices to her pussy. Damn, her clit's massive. Her nipples were huge too, come to think of it.
"Pretty big sizes. Lewd body like it's modded from the start—love it."
But she's actually a clueless virgin who just had her first orgasm from a belly punch. Masters are trash, but gotta admit they know how to curate.
"Gongju, sorry, got any thin string or cord? Sturdy stuff."
"Figured you'd need it, so I brought some."
"Thanks."
Working with my Gongju is too convenient. She anticipates everything I need. Makes me so happy thinking how much she cares. Truly lovable.
"So, tie it tight around her erect clit and nipples. Now you can pull like piercings, right?"
"Hii!? Hurts, ugh!? Huaaang♡ Th-there too much♡ Ung, ah!"
Now, time to shove my dick down her clueless throat. I stood, stuffed my cock in her mouth, and handed the string on her nipples to Gongju.
"Mmph, uumph!?"
"No biting with teeth. Take it all the way."
"Heu-heuk♡ Uuk!?"
The angle locked in. Gongju yanked the string hard. Belly Punch's tits pulled forward, dragging her face deep onto my cock.
"Uuk!? Kek, keu-heuk♡"
Taut string brought intense pain—no, pleasure—to her nipples. Her forcibly opened throat was stuffed full by my cock, delivering heavy bliss. Just from this, satisfaction bloomed on her climaxing face.
"Hey, no getting satisfied yet?"
Now for some rough pistoning.