Moaning Ahhn for a Male Just to Get Fucked
You have spanked the target female's ass to your heart's content, radiating the superior presence of a male!
Submission has slightly increased!
0% 》 10%
S-class Superhuman Jung Sujin is an extremely dangerous being.
If you do not raise her affection quickly, you may be killed.
After spanking her ass, I discovered that her submission had risen — slightly.
Hnn... Yeah, it really wasn't going up easily. I'd figured she'd be even tougher than Baek Hanyoung, but I didn't think it'd be this bad.
And besides, picking fights over her dancing isn't going to work anymore.
If I provoked her for no good reason, it'd only breed resentment. I didn't want that. So I sat back and watched.
And so Jung Sujin ended up dancing for about two hours. Perfectly. Seriously. With an attitude and form so flawless I couldn't have found a single thing to nitpick if I'd tried, she mastered the dance I'd so shamelessly forced on her.
As an idol, she's genuinely incredible material, isn't she?
Of course, I wasn't a professional trainer, so I couldn't launch into some long-winded technical breakdown. But dancing well isn't some abstract concept — it's objective, isn't it? Being able to move like a professional after a mere two hours is impossible unless you've got extraordinary talent.
"Good. You've improved a lot."
"Haaaah... Thank you!"
She finished on a dazzling note and stopped dead in place. Not a single drop of sweat on her. Her stamina was clearly monstrous too.
Isn't great stamina actually a huge problem? It's going to be exhausting when you finally fuck her.
You shut the hell up. Sitting quietly is how you actually help at times like this!
"Alright. That's enough. At this point, I'd say you're about fifty percent of the way there."
"F-Fifty percent? There didn't look like there were any mistakes at all."
"It'd look that way from the outside. But you're still lacking substance. You need to learn how to burn hotter. You know it yourself, don't you? You could do better... you're just settling. Telling yourself this is good enough."
No — the truth was she'd shown me a perfect line. Anyone watching could have told you there wasn't a single flaw to pick at.
"...Yes. You're right."
"Tsk, tsk. That's why you'll never be more than first-rate. You sell a few albums and suddenly you think you're something special? Don't flatter yourself. There's always a higher floor. Far above first-rate, there's the absolute elite."
The group currently carrying the entire weight of K-pop on its back was none other than Dugun Dugun Heart Attack. If that wasn't world-class — what they called world-tier — then who the hell was?
"The absolute elite...! You're saying I can become that too?!"
"If you can change the mindset you're carrying around, yes."
It was nothing but me tearing her down for the sake of tearing her down... and yet Jung Sujin looked like she'd just been profoundly moved. Ha. From where I was sitting, it was almost too absurd to process.
Well, whatever. Good news is good news. I bit back a laugh and pulled out my phone.
"We'll start the second dance now. The first one is still rough, but it's not so bad I can't stand to look at it. So we can move on to the next stage."
"Y-Yes! Teacher!"
At some point, her form of address had shifted to Teacher. Hmm... Good. I could take that as proof that things were proceeding smoothly.
"Now try this one."
"Th-This is...!"
The next dance was far more explicit than the first. It was called twerking — knees dropped low, ass shaking in a display so blatant it left nothing to the imagination. Making her do it in a skirt that short was basically the same as announcing, out loud, that I wanted to stare at all that pale flesh.
But Jung Sujin—
"Yes! I'll do it!"
To my amazement, she said she'd do it! Had the punishment from earlier actually landed? Or had she somehow been moved by my completely baseless lecture?
Either way, an unreadable determination had settled into Jung Sujin's eyes. That much was real.
"I'll begin!"
She called it out with total confidence, dropped her knees just slightly, and turned her ass toward me. Then she started shaking it — fast, up and down.
Obscene was the only word that fit. Nothing else came close. The short hem of her skirt kept riding up, flashing pale ass-flesh that had already flushed a heated red.
I genuinely couldn't take it. I kept telling myself this was supposed to be nothing more than a duty — but looking at that, my cock swelled rock-hard all on its own. I swallowed hard and fought, desperately, to hold myself together.
Hoooo...
I let my pulse settle, piece by piece, then looked at her again. I prepared a line so cold even I had to admire it — and let it fly.
"Your head still isn't in the right place."
"What?"
"I'm saying it's pathetic. Your eyeline, your angles — everything's a mess. You'll never climb to the absolute elite like this, you know that? No. This won't do. You'll have to be punished again."
Jung Sujin's eyes wavered at that. Was she afraid of getting her ass spanked by me again — or was she enjoying it?
Either way, it was obvious she'd decided to obey. She lowered herself and pushed her ass out toward me.
"Who said I was going to spank your ass? That huge, useless thing... put it away."
"I-I'm sorry."
"Don't tell me you... felt something while I was punishing you?"
"What?"
"I'm asking if you felt sexual desire! Do I have to spell it out with my own mouth before you get it? Unbelievable."
A beautiful woman shrinking into herself is a gorgeous sight no matter how many times you see it. And when the woman doing it is vastly stronger than I am, it makes my chest feel downright majestic.
A shame, but this is as far as the punishment goes.
Could I keep spanking her ass and push her submission higher? In my experience, repeating the same action rarely works. So I'd need to switch tactics soon enough — but using "punishment" as an excuse to shove my cock into this woman's pussy... that was going to be extremely, extremely difficult.
But I've laid the seasoning on just right. That should do it.
Getting Jung Sujin to start sinking into the pleasure I gave her was already a massive gain, as far as I was concerned. And once you've taken your profit, you also have to know when to walk away.
"Hooo... That's enough practice for today."
"What?! T-Teacher."
"You don't even look like you want to learn. Why would I keep teaching you? Just go."
"..."
She bit down on her lower lip. Was she angry? Please tell me she wasn't. If she was, I was a dead man. My body gave a faint tremble.
"I understand..."
"Good. Glad you got the message. Head back now."
"Yeees~"
She dipped her head in a little bow and turned to leave. Thank god. She wasn't angry. I let out a long, heavy breath and watched her go.
Time to move to the next stage.
Kim Yerin's plan had better work. I waited for night to fall, my chest tight the entire time.
"Haaaah..."
Jung Sujin let out a deep sigh — the first real crisis of her life pressing down on her — and sank onto a bench, dragging her hands down her face.
In all the years she'd been alive, she had never once hit a wall. Born into an absurdly wealthy family, she'd never experienced anything resembling want; and from the moment her secondary sexual characteristics came in, she'd awakened as an S-class Superhuman and been showered with every kind of "respect" the world had to offer. Nobody would have dared to give her a hard time. Even if someone had tried, the government would have handled it before she ever found out.
So what the hell was this newly appointed trainer supposed to be? He'd hurled every kind of insult right in her face — and then he'd gone and spanked her ass with his bare hand.
Ugh! If I could do whatever I wanted, I'd really...
If she could do whatever she wanted, she would have done something to him. But every word out of his mouth had sounded, to Jung Sujin's ears, completely reasonable. So she couldn't do a thing. She squeezed her eyes shut and had no choice but to sit there and take the stress.
"You don't look so good."
"Ah, Yerin-unnie!"
She'd been sitting on the bench with her head in her hands, even her fingers trembling, when someone suddenly spoke to her. It was Kim Yerin — the newest member to join Dugun Dugun Heart Attack today. They hadn't talked much, but they were in the same group now, so Jung Sujin put on a bright smile and welcomed her.
"Uugh... I-it's just...!"
"I can tell just by looking. It's about what happened earlier, right? It's nothing. You just shake it off and get back up."
"Do you... happen to know the Teacher...?"
"Yeah. We knew each other from another practice studio. Don't let the look fool you — I hear he's a star instructor."
Kim Yerin fed Jung Sujin the lie with practiced ease and, inwardly, let out a long breath of relief. No matter how precious a request from Baek Sehyun was... dying was still a terrifying prospect.
"Don't take it so hard! In a few days you probably won't even remember it happened."
"Thank you..."
"Mm! Don't just sit here. Want to go somewhere else? I know a good place."
Kim Yerin smiled. Take the bait... Please, take the bait.
"Y-Yes! I'll go."
"Great."
Fortunately, Jung Sujin took the bait. Straight into a pit of despair plunging all the way down to ruin.
You're a female too, when it comes down to it... You'll fall for Sehyun. You fucking bitch.
Looking at a girl younger and prettier than herself, Kim Yerin let her jealousy run wild.
