The Spanking Lesson
"Sehee, hello there?"
A woman approached, a bright yellow headband perched in her hair.
"Uh… who… hngh♡… are you?"
After everything she’d encountered since arriving in this world, it was only natural to be wary of every new face. The breathy moan that slipped out undercut the caution somewhat.
"I’m Ihana. We’re in the same class. Lee Ihana."
It was unmistakably her first time seeing this girl, yet something about her felt eerily familiar. Where had she seen her before? No matter how hard she tried to place it, the memory refused to surface.
"Ah, that crazy bitch."
"Pardon?"
She looked a little like Lee Haeun. The hair color was different, the facial features completely altered, and most of all, her chest was… vastly larger than that insane woman’s.
"It seems your education has been rather neglected."
"Hm? Did you say something?"
The words had been muttered under her breath, too quiet to be caught.
"Sehee, shall we go prepare for the next class together?"
"What… is the next class?"
When she glanced around, the other students were already streaming out of the classroom. Siwu had vanished from his seat as well.
"Hehe, you’ll find out if you follow me~"
She seized my hand and began dragging me away.
*******
Wow.
The place Ihana led her to was an enormous indoor gymnasium, easily the size of a soccer field. Between Siwu’s oversized house and this, everything in this world seemed built on a comically massive scale.
"Sehee! Hurry, hurry!"
"Ugh… r-right."
Doing her best to steady her oversensitive body, she followed behind Ihana.
The destination turned out to be a row of tiny rooms along one wall of the gym. Each one was smaller than a reading cubicle, barely large enough for a single person.
"What exactly is this place…?"
A perfectly round hole had been cut in each door, just big enough for a human head. Some kind of ball game? No matter how she looked at it, the purpose refused to click.
"Hehe, let me help you."
She grabbed my wrist with surprising strength.
It hurts! That hurts!
"Hngh… let go and talk properly."
"Just wait a moment, okay?"
-Clack.
That sound… she had definitely heard it before.
With powerful hands, Ihana forced my wrist into a pair of handcuffs attached to the square wooden frame.
"Now we just need to put your head through!"
"W-wait— haaah♡!"
She shoved my head into the largest opening. Something cold and heavy clicked shut around my neck like a collar.
"Ha… Ihana?"
"Yes? What is it?"
"This… no matter how I look at it, isn’t it weird?"
"Weird? It’s perfectly normal class preparation."
With only my head trapped inside the box, my body was left bent over, hips thrust out obscenely. The interior was pitch black; I couldn’t see even an inch in front of my face.
"Hyat♡!"
A sudden rush of cool air against my bare lower half. Though I couldn’t see it, I felt my underwear being stripped away completely.
"What the— hngh♡—are you doing?!"
"Preparing for class, of course?"
From the neighboring boxes came the same metallic -clack, clack- of locks snapping shut. What was going on? Let me out. Please let me out.
"Second period is spanking class, remember?"
"Sp… spanking?"
What on earth was that?
"It’s when we give your bottom lots of nice, loud smacks like this!"
"But… why?"
Wasn’t that just violence? With all knowledge of female sexuality completely erased from her mind, she couldn’t even begin to process the act. Was being tied up like this really considered normal…?
"Sehee, this is a proper lesson, so… ‘You like it too, don’t you?’"
"……………"
She didn’t fully understand, but it somehow sounded right. Well… if you were a person living in this world, experiencing something like this at least once was probably natural. Getting fussy over something so obvious made her feel like a childish brat, and a pang of guilt followed.
"The boys will be here soon, so please get ready. You haven’t forgotten that this class covers both anal development and moaning practice, have you?"
"It’s… embarrassing."
The answer would have sounded ridiculous to anyone else—especially Siwu—but the truth was that she was embarrassed. Deliberately moaning to arouse men wasn’t something that came easily.
"It’s fine. Someone like you, Sehee, can do it naturally without even trying. After all, you were born with such a lewd body, weren’t you?"
-Smack!
"Haaung♡?"
Her palm landed firmly on my exposed rear.
******
Ihana—or rather, anyone paying attention would have realized it was Haeun—was, to put it simply, bored out of her mind.
"Get up."
The girl before her already looked mentally shattered, yet somehow clung to the barest thread of consciousness. Haeun hadn’t even given her a chance to speak, so she didn’t know the girl’s name and had nothing to call her by.
-Crackle.
Maybe this will get a reaction?
The house was full of torture devices, including plenty of electric shockers. She picked up one of the smaller units lying nearby and pressed it against the girl.
-Twitch.
The reaction was minimal, like a dead insect giving one last involuntary jerk. At this point she honestly looked deceased, but the faint rise and fall of her chest proved she was still alive. Since this was a game, true death didn’t exist anyway. The Master simply wanted her kept in this state, so Haeun maintained the broken doll exactly as ordered.
But this is so boring…
The Master took pleasure in watching people sink completely into despair. Haeun, on the other hand, preferred lively toys that reacted beautifully. Not that she held any resentment toward her Owner.
-Bzzzzt.
"Hueee……"
In the silence, she continued prodding the girl lightly with the shocker while her thoughts wandered.
Ever since their own story had ended, the Master rarely touched her anymore. He’d said he lost interest in a toy that was already “finished.” From Haeun’s perspective, it was a tragically disappointing situation. She wished he would play with her just a little more.
"Shall we go see Sehee?"
If the Master found out, he might get angry… but honestly, even that didn’t sound so bad. She already knew the academy’s location and had prepared a matching uniform.
"Hehe, let’s go then, shall we?"
A woman’s transformation is her own business.
She was confident in the makeup and disguise techniques she’d mastered in her previous life. A jet-black wig, bright cheerful makeup, and—
"This is absolutely essential when going out!"
She slid the breast pads into place. She had no real complaints about her own chest, but bigger was always better. Call it self-satisfaction.
After pushing her breasts up as far as they would go, she headed for the academy.
********
The academy was incomprehensibly larger than any school she had attended in her past life, yet navigating it proved surprisingly easy.
"Hngh♡ Haaaaah♡"
Of course it was. All she had to do was follow the most vulgar, shameless moans echoing from inside a classroom. Within minutes of entering the academy, Haeun had located Sehee.
Hehe, looks like the aphrodisiac I gave her is working perfectly.
The drug’s effect was unmistakable. Sehee wore an expression of pure desperation, surrendering herself to raw instinct even while surrounded by onlookers. She was an absolute treasure.
Even if it’s only for a little while…
As long as she didn’t get caught, it was fine. She could enjoy herself quickly before the Master noticed. Getting caught might even be fun. Either way, every option was pure profit with zero downside.
******
"See? She’s moaning so vulgarly already."
"Hngh♡ Haaang♡"
It was only spanking, yet strange waves of pleasure kept surging through her. She knew she was supposed to moan, but exposing herself like this to a classmate was mortifying.
"Hngh… s-stop it♡!"
Why?! Class hadn’t even started yet! Why was she doing this?
Doing it during class might count as studying, but this was simply violence. Pure violence.
"Hehe, more! Louder! Moan even more obscenely for me, Sehee!"
"Hngh♡ Ang♡ Hyaang♡ Haaaaang♡"
The break was only ten minutes long—that was all the time Haeun had to enjoy herself. She wanted to savor every second. Of course, simply hitting harder wasn’t enough. A little finesse and patience made the cries far more beautiful.
This is seriously unbelievable.
She had only been striking her lightly, yet every time she paused, Sehee’s hips twitched as if disappointed. How could someone who had only recently awakened to lewdness react so eagerly? It was enviable and, precisely because of that, incredibly entertaining.
"Sehee? What are you doing?"
At that exact moment, Siwu appeared.