Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Thorough Discipline
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"Have you been a good girl?"
Lee Hyunwoo opened the bathroom door.
Lee Ye-rin inside the tub was trembling violently.
She wasn't shaking from pain or fear.
Stress.
The overwhelming stress of being trapped in the tub, unable to do a thing, was what made her body quake.
"Untie me! Hurry up! Untie this! Untie it, damn it! Fuck! Untie me, you bastard!"
And there was Lee Hyunwoo, appearing right in the middle of it all.
She unleashed her fury on the very man responsible for putting her in this state.
If she didn't spew some curses, she'd lose her mind.
Lee Hyunwoo curled up the corner of his mouth.
Sure enough, the last "education" session had been far too lenient.
And blocking her out? That hadn't helped one bit.
There was an old saying passed down from the ancestors:
Animals and appliances only listen when you beat them.
"Really, now. You forget as soon as I tell you. Forget every damn time. What the hell is this? Huh? We're just hurting each other."
"You, you fuck— Kyaa! H-Hyunwoo!"
He seized a fistful of her hair and yanked hard.
The searing pain, like her scalp ripping off, forced Lee Ye-rin to flip her attitude in an instant.
As expected, you couldn't deal with a psycho bitch like her through words.
Just grabbing her hair was enough to change her tune—look at that.
Today, he'd carve true education and manners deep into this bitch's body.
"Noona. I told you, didn't I? Just listen to me, and everything will work out fine. So why the fuck won't you listen? Huh?"
"Aaak! Hyunwoo, it hurts!"
"Then it hurts. You fucked up, so you take the punishment. Today, I'll make damn sure it's burned into your body—how you're supposed to act from now on. What happens when you ignore me."
Lee Hyunwoo grabbed the shower hose with his free hand.
He cranked on the cold water and blasted it straight into Lee Ye-rin's face.
"Ek! Gah! Glub! Stop! Haf! Just a sec! Stop!"
With her hands bound, all Lee Ye-rin could do was thrash her head side to side and scream.
As if that would make the deluge of water spare her face.
Lee Hyunwoo kept the shower raging without mercy.
"Paha, ha! Ha!"
Crazy bitch she might be, but she wasn't dumb.
Lee Ye-rin quickly figured out how to breathe easy under the spray.
Shut her eyes tight, mouth gaping wide—breathe through it only.
Made her look hideous, but at least she could suck in air.
"Stop! Stop it!"
Having gulped down a full lungful, Lee Ye-rin shrieked like a maniac.
Lee Hyunwoo shut off the faucet.
"You really want me to stop?"
"Yeah! Stop! What the hell is this? Don't! It's torture! Cold and awful!"
"Then how about we end things between us right here? If you're cool with that, sure."
Lee Hyunwoo spoke flatly.
He knew for a fact she wouldn't back down here.
Any normal person would.
Hell, they'd have cut ties after the last incident.
But Lee Ye-rin was a crazy bitch.
Her obsession ran too deep to block like this.
"Why does it always circle back to that?"
"Forgot why you're getting punished? Or just not thinking?"
"Why me! What did I even do wrong! All I did was love you!"
Love?
The unexpected word cracked Lee Hyunwoo's expression for a split second.
But he smoothed it over fast.
"You love me?"
"Yeah. A ton. You're my first love."
"Hilarious. And the bitch who loves me pulls this shit?"
"W-what! Love makes you wanna see 'em sometimes. Five days blocked? Way too harsh!"
"Ha, fuck me. Hopeless. Whatever. Point is, you won't leave my side even if it kills you, right?"
"Yeah! Never ever!"
"Then suck it up. You pissed me off with your stunt. Gotta vent some rage."
"Kyaaa! Gah, hwa...! Haaa..."
Lee Hyunwoo unleashed the cold water again.
It jetted from the showerhead, drenching her face.
But barely any effect this time.
She'd cracked the code on shower torture.
Time for the next level.
"Out."
Lee Hyunwoo untied the belt cinched around her waist in the tub.
He dragged her out onto the bathroom floor—water dripping everywhere, but who cared.
Flung her onto the bed, slammed all the windows shut.
Drew the curtains tight.
No sound getting out, not even a whisper.
"Still no clue what you did wrong?"
Lee Hyunwoo declared it like fact.
Lee Ye-rin, sprawled on the floor, scrambled up and shook her head.
"N-no! I'll be good, really. I get it now, what I did wrong. Won't happen again. So let's not do this. Hyunwoo, please?"
"Nah. Still looks like you don't get it. Not your style to think straight anyway. So I'll etch it into your body."
One belt still lashed her wrists.
The other dangled in Lee Hyunwoo's grip.
He looped it around her neck.
Tied it off like a necktie knot.
"From here on, every hit, you yell 'I am a naughty beast.' Skip it, and it hurts worse. Repeat: what'd I say?"
"No! You psycho... Grrk...!"
No shrill scream—just a guttural choke from deep in her gut.
Lee Hyunwoo had toed her solar plexus.
"Up."
"Kuhuk... H-hurts. H-Hyunwoo... Owww..."
"Duh it hurts, slut. Hit you to make it hurt. Up. Not moving? Ignoring me again, you fucking bitch?"
Thwack!
Lee Hyunwoo rose and soccer-kicked her ass.
Full weight behind it—sharp crack like splitting leather.
"Aaaak! Hurts! It huuurts!"
"Then get up, you fucking bitch."
Lee Hyunwoo yanked the leash viciously.
To dodge more blows, Lee Ye-rin floundered upright.
"Hwik..."
Tears finally spilled.
Lee Hyunwoo's response: ice cold.
"Cry, and it's worse. Cut it."
"Eup..."
"Repeat: 'I am a naughty beast.'"
"I am... a naughty... beast. Hic..."
"Good. Every hit from now on."
Crack!
His hand whipped across.
Her head snapped sideways.
Light force on the palm.
She lived off her face—couldn't scar it bad.
"Kyak! ...Guk!"
Slapped out of nowhere, words failed her.
Lee Hyunwoo planted another kick.
Stomach this time.
She wheezed, clutching air, rolling across the floor.
"Last chance. Say it on every hit. Easy, right? Goldfish gets it. Again."
Crack!
Palm slammed her prone tits.
Fleshy smack echoed through the room.
"Kwik! I-I! Am a naughty beast!"
"Kukuku, there you go. Again!"
The violence dragged on amid desperate screams.
Phrases he drilled into her varied.
"I am worse than a dog bastard."
"I am a trash bitch."
"Whore dying to spread for the whales."
And so on.
Pure intent to demolish her self-esteem, her confidence.
Mission accomplished.
Lee Ye-rin had her psychosis, sure—but sky-high ego too.
Without it, she couldn't shrug off her issues with "I'm hot anyway."
That pride? Shattered under fists and filth.
The pressure blew past her stress threshold.
"Uuuh..."
Lee Ye-rin whimpered pathetically, curling up.
She'd learned: act out against his wishes, get beat.
No cursing to vent, no tantrums.
Just pain.
Pain sucked.
Stuck, she only mewled pitifully.
"No weird noises."
"Hup..."
One word, and her whimpers died.
Hours of work paid off.
Lee Ye-rin obeyed like a trained attack dog.
Yeah—even a psycho bitch could manage that.
Put another way: she'd been capable all along, just refused.
Dog bitch.
"Still wanna stick by me? After all this?"
"..."
Silence.
Lee Hyunwoo smirked.
"Answer."
She did.
"Y-yeah! Even if I'm a crazy trash bitch, I lo-love you..."
"Good. Then training round two. Repetition builds skill. This time, no scripted lines—spit your real feelings. Old phrases okay, but no repeats."
"...!"
Her eyes widened.
Hell all over again?
Bad call saying she wanted to stay?
Too late.
Lee Hyunwoo gripped the leash.
Dumb talk now meant dog-beating time.
Battered into submission, she took her medicine.
Hours more.
Finally, training over.
Her pretty face? Wrecked.
Cheeks swollen blue past red.
Tits, solar plexus, gut, ass—no unbruised skin.
Yet she was glad.
Just relieved the nightmare ended.
"That was rough, huh?"
Lee Hyunwoo asked softly.
But she swallowed hard, frozen—nothing like her usual self.
Lessons sunk in deep.
"Answer."
"A-a little rough... but fine. My fault."
"Yeah. You're getting it now."
Lee Hyunwoo hugged her gently.
The warmth nearly brought tears.
"Sorry... Won't screw up again."
"Nah, mistakes happen. You're no saint. Just re-educate next time. No sweat."
Tears? Sucked right back in.
Scary.
Too fucking scary.
His promise of more hell? Maddening terror.
So why couldn't she say "leave" or "done with you"?
Why no thought of it at all?
The love, maybe?
"Never! Won't act out ever. I'll obey you. For real."
"Hm. Time will tell. Good work anyway. Bed. Ass up, legs spread."
"Got it."
Words barely out, she scrambled onto the bed.
Ass high, doggy style.