Spanking (2)

"Sehee? What are you doing?"

Siwoo's voice came from behind her, as if he'd appeared out of nowhere. His tone was strangely ambiguous—sounding both angry and amused at the same time—as he addressed the disguised Ha-eun.

"Who are you?"

Ha-eun had been fairly confident in her makeup skills, so she hadn't been caught right away. She had a few options. She could simply claim to be a friend, or she could literally turn tail and run without looking back. But that perverted streak of hers became the problem.

"Hehe, hello Master! It's me—Lee Ha-eun!"

Up until the moment she'd arrived here, Ha-eun had wrestled with some internal conflict. But the instant she saw her Master Siwoo, her mind filled with nothing but the desperate desire to be degraded. Well, she had at least managed to keep from being recognized by Sehee; she'd approached Siwoo and whispered it to him. Rather than thinking about how to get out of this situation, her priority had been figuring out how to make her Master torment her even more. So she confessed first.

The whole reason Ha-eun had come here in the first place was to relieve her sexual frustration. She'd been using Sehee to satisfy some of that urge, but the scales between tormenting Sehee versus serving her Master had tipped decisively toward the latter. There wasn't a shred of hesitation left in Ha-eun.

Sehee couldn't see it directly, but Ha-eun's eyes were sparkling with intense anticipation. Just imagining it was enough to make her pussy grow slick and wet. In terms of disposition, she was an S who loved tormenting others and at the same time a hopelessly extreme M who loved being beaten—an all-around pervert in every sense. Any kind of punishment was pure pleasure for her.

However...

"Oh, I see."

From the beginning, Siwoo was a man who found far more interest, amusement, and pleasure in other people's disappointment and despair. Whipping Ha-eun or raping her right now wouldn't be punishment for her—it would be a reward. Unlike Sehee, who would burst into tears the moment she was raped, Ha-eun would enjoy it. Therefore, Siwoo had zero desire to do anything that might actually help someone feel good.

"W-why are you ignoring me...? It's me, Ha-eun. I disobeyed your orders and came out here!"

Ha-eun felt a little disappointed. I did something wrong, didn't I? You have to punish me. So she asked him directly.

"Yeah, sure, I get it. Why? Should I hypnotize you too?"

"What? R-really?"

Hypno-play was practically an unimaginable reward for Ha-eun. Since the number of times he could cast hypnosis per day was limited, the fact that he was offering to use one on her made her genuinely happy.

After that, Siwoo began typing something on his phone.

"Here, look at this."

He held the smartphone screen out to Ha-eun.

None of the things she was hoping ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for could be considered normal, yet those were exactly the kinds of hypnosis she wanted most.

But as mentioned before, Siwoo derived the greatest pleasure from betraying people's expectations. He could practically be called a psychopath. Therefore, the single word he had typed on his phone was:

Ah, damn it...

To Siwoo, Ha-eun was nothing more than a toy he'd already used up. An old toy might still be fun to play with, but it could never compare to a brand new one. He'd only kept her around because she still had some uses left in certain areas. But Sehee was different. To Siwoo, Sehee was an excellent toy in every sense—high performance and highly entertaining. Therefore, Ha-eun, who could only get in the way right now, was better off being put away. He hadn't sent her home because he figured she might be useful again someday, but that was all.

In the end, Ha-eun collapsed with a thud, fast asleep.

"Sehee, did you wait for me?"

Then he walked over to the bound Sehee.

Sehee felt in real time that something was going terribly wrong.

First, her body was currently restrained, so she couldn't run away.

Second, class was about to begin in earnest, which meant she had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to quietly participate in the lesson.

The bell that now felt like it might give her PTSD. Who would have thought a school bell could sound so horrifying?

"Huuuugh♡"

Her body reacted as if preparing itself for Siwoo's imminent arrival.

Even so...

"G-get lost..."

She still had her pride. After all, the girl had just threatened her moments ago. No matter how much this was "class," she didn't want to cry for that bastard. It wasn't like he'd only been mean to her once or twice, but no matter how dignified she tried to sound, her current pose was nothing but restrained and helpless. The fact that no dangerous animal would ever be scared in a position like this was truly unfortunate.

Even if I spoke normally, I wouldn't be scary? Shut up!

"Sehee, did you prepare yourself like this just for me?"

"Ugh... As if. That girl named Hana brought me here and did this."

"Kkuk kuk."

Siwoo laughed lightly, as if she were utterly pathetic.

Step. Step.

Then, like a hunter approaching captured prey, he walked toward her slowly but with heavy, deliberate steps.

"S-stay away... ugh!"

She knew she was being rude. Interaction between male and female students during class was mandatory. It was only natural for boys to develop the girls and for girls to provide corresponding service and various other tasks in return. But she simply didn't want to do any of that for him. She'd rather be labeled as an ill-mannered bitch.

If she'd originally been a real woman, maybe it would be different, but since her mind was still that of a woman, she especially hated Siwoo, who was clearly trying to break her.

"Uwaaaaaaaaah!"

She twisted her body as much as she could. She moved her legs frantically to prevent Siwoo from getting closer. From the outside it must have looked utterly disgraceful, but she thought it was at least somewhat effective at keeping him at bay.

There was only one problem.

"Haa... haa..."

This body had pathetically terrible stamina. Since she couldn't see anything in front of her, she could only thrash around blindly, trying to keep him from approaching. As a result, she tired out extremely quickly. It was so bad she wondered if this body had never exercised once in its life. Utter garbage physical condition.

Siwoo simply watched with curiosity, wondering how far she would go. The fact that she was panicking and moving even more wildly from just a light touch made it even more entertaining to watch.

"Are you done?"

"............"

...She was exhausted. It hadn't even felt like a few minutes, yet she already wanted to collapse onto the floor. But the restraints wouldn't allow her to slump properly, so she ended up on her knees, barely catching her breath.

Thud!

"Hyat?"

As if refusing to let her rest even for a second, Siwoo kicked her ass with his foot without using his hands.

"Get up, you bitch."

"Hngh♡..."

He didn't wait for her to stand. He kept kicking her repeatedly. Whenever she tried to get up, he'd kick her again to make her fall. What was even more ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠unfair was that, despite the situation, her body was clearly feeling pleasure from it.

"What the... ngh♡... hell do you want from me...?"

"I've been saying it from the start. Get up."

This son of a bitch! Between her depleted stamina and the waves of pleasure, she couldn't put any strength into her body. Even when she staggered and tried to stand, he hit her. And if she gave up...

"Ugh♡ Hiiik♡ Ha-eut♡ Hegh♡"

He kicked her even harder, with even more force.

"Heuk... please... just for a moment... stop..."

"Why should I? I'm developing you. You should be saying 'thank you,' Sehee."

"I am thankful, but... just a second... really, just a second is enough..."

Her vision was spinning, everything was dark, and her mind was dizzy. She just needed a moment to collect herself.

"Ah, if it's too hard, just tell me, Sehee. I'll fuck you anytime."

"Ugh♡ As if that would ever... happen!"

The moment she said that...

"Hahng! Hiiiik! Ha-eut!"

Apparently displeased with her answer, he kicked her wildly.

"Fine. If Sehee wants to have class that badly, I'll give it to her."

"Heut! Hng♡...!"

Even though she'd resolved not to let out any moans, lewd cries kept escaping her lips. Please, body, get a grip...

As something that felt like both pleasure and pain continued to assault her, it gradually became harder to tell the difference between the two. Being developed was one thing, but... this was on another level entirely.

The blows that the girl called Hana (Ha-eun) had given her earlier had been the kind meant to make someone pitiful—true spanking with the purpose of development. But what Siwoo was doing wasn't education at all.

"Heuk♡ Hehet♡ Ah-eut♡ Haeut♡!"

It felt far more like he was simply venting his anger, completely unconcerned with her circumstances. He treated her like an animal less than ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠human, showing no guilt whatsoever. His actions were incredibly rough.

"Hngh♡"

The moans themselves echoed inside the small room, making her feel like she was going insane. The sounds lingered in her ears like an echo.

S-save me...