Training the Delinquent Girl into a Human Toilet...♥
Hair that wasn't overly coarse.
Plump, parted pussy lips.
Looking at that adorable little pussy, how could anyone resist giving it a good smack?
Hyejin clutched herself with both hands, clearly in pain.
"W-what the hell was that! Hitting me out of nowhere…"
"Hmm? So if I give you a warning first, then it's fine?"
"That's—! If you're going to hit me anyway, at least say something… and just now was…"
"…Pretty bearable, right? I went easy on you."
"Yeah…"
That was the truth.
Admitting out loud, I'm a masochist—please hit me, would have been too humiliating to confess to the former loser she used to look down on.
Between the toys she'd glimpsed in the shopping bag and his sudden outburst, she must have already been bracing herself—half dread, half anticipation.
More importantly—
He forced down the lust boiling up inside him.
Right now, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in Hyejin's pussy.
Look at it—giving off that sharp, musky scent. The entrance looked tight enough to clamp down on his cock from every direction, and the way those plump lips would slap against his balls with every thrust promised the wettest, most perfect impact sounds imaginable. Even without trying it, they were a match made in heaven.
He deliberately looked away and stood up.
Then he pulled an item from the shopping bag.
A long, slender rod—a cane.
His master had told him that if you were just starting out in SM, beginning with a cane was the proper way.
And this particular cane? His master had personally traveled to Japan—the holy land of adult goods—to track it down. Crafted from the finest rattan of Toyooka City in Hyogo Prefecture, the absolute pinnacle of rattan craftsmanship.
Flexible, yet boasting durability that would never snap.
If it were a sword, it wouldn't quite rank as a legendary blade—but a fine piece of quality steel, at least?
More than enough for a beginner.
The moment Hyejin saw the rod, she covered her mouth with her hand.
She was clearly fighting back a gasp of admiration, trying not to let it show.
Her eyes brimmed with curiosity; she couldn't tear her gaze away from the cane.
He took her small, delicate hand and wrapped it around his cock.
She grabbed hold—
"Ahh… it's so hot."
"Because I'm turned on. You. You're so fucking hot right now. Look how fast my cock temperature just spiked…"
"Ugh… so vulgar…"
"And you're so refined?"
"Whatever. Just… give me a handjob?"
"No."
"Then what?"
Another round of the fellatio that had left him unsatisfied earlier?
First of all, Hyejin needed training.
From A to Z, he intended to remake her to his exact tastes—cane in hand.
"Suck my cock again. No… lick it. Thoroughly."
"Euhh…!?"
"You see the cane, right? If I sense a lack of effort, you get the smack."
Gulp.
Hyejin swallowed hard and stared at his cock with a grim, determined look.
Seizing the moment, he stripped off his T-shirt.
Whoosh—
Now both of them were completely naked.
In one hand he held Hyejin's collar; in the other, the disciplinary cane.
Hyejin gripped the shaft of his cock with one hand and cradled his balls with the other, as if cupping an egg.
Trembling, she stuck out her tongue and brought her face close to his cock, looking up at his bare body.
"Your abs… they're hot."
"That's basic. Lick. Do a good job, and I'll let you lick the abs too."
"Euhh… bet they'd taste sweet."
And then—
Hyejin's tongue touched his glans once more.
Lap— lap—
That small, cute tongue working over the head of his cock.
Utterly filthy. Utterly arousing.
His cock, which had softened slightly while he was setting things up, twitched and swelled back to full, rigid hardness.
And the threat about insufficient effort had been an excellent call.
Kim Hyejin would lick once—
Lap—
Then dart a sidelong glance upward, checking his reaction. She looked every bit the bitch slave gauging her master's mood.
…Not "looked like." She was a slave.
Hyejin went back to licking his cock the way you'd work a mushroom-shaped ice cream cone.
Lap—
But she kept doing it.
That sidelong glance.
A look that clearly wanted something.
Amused by the coquettish display, he brought the cane down on her ass.
Crack—
The cane was a bit short, so he had to lean forward slightly.
Her hair brushed ticklishly against his stomach.
"…Uh?"
But then—
What the hell was this?
The moment of impact sent a jolt from Hyejin's quivering ass, up through the cane, into his fingertips—and from there it flooded every cell of his body, his skull, his heart.
…What is this feeling? I've never felt a rush like this…
He struck her again.
Crack!
"Euuuhh…!!♥"
That same electric thrill again.
He stared blankly at the cane.
Was it because of Hyejin's moan?
Or was he getting off on the act of hitting her?
Or was it the way the marks swelled red exactly where the cane had landed—so obscenely erotic?
Hmm…
Again.
Crack—
"Euhh…!!"
"Ugh…"
This time, both of them moaned at once.
The sensation of striking her felt like a chemical reaction converting raw thrill into pure pleasure, flooding him with dopamine.
The single greatest pleasure he had ever felt in his life.
He raised his arm to hit her again—
And Hyejin looked up at him, eyes shining.
Bright. Sparkling.
So luminous they were almost ethereal.
A look he had never seen from her before.
That gaze meant she wanted something—and what she wanted was for him to keep spanking her ass.
"Don't just give me looks. If you want something, say it, you bitch."
"Euhh…"
Hyejin withdrew her tongue.
Then she turned her head slightly to the side and smiled.
"…You like it?"
"Yeah. You can just hit me… I'll lick carefully… so hit me…"
Hah.
She was the one urging him to hit her.
Didn't that kind of undercut the whole concept of "punishment"?
Eh, whatever.
Just hit her.
Crack—
"Aeuuuhh!!"
"You like it when I hit you? Huh?"
"Euuuhh…"
Oh-ho.
Now she was playing cute, too?
Trembling like some delicate little thing going, Please don't bully me—I'm just a fragile girl—
"What are you doing? Don't stop. Keep licking."
"Okay…"
Crack—
"Ahht!!"
"And from now on, use formal speech. Who the hell do you think you are, talking casual?"
"Huh…? Why would I…?"
"…You don't want to get hit?"
Hyejin pressed her lips shut.
Puffing out her cheeks—still trying to look cute.
"That's mean."
Only you get to do whatever you want?
What would it feel like for a delinquent queen to use formal speech with a former loser?
Pleasure versus pride. That was the question.
Hyejin seemed to reach a decision and opened her mouth.
"Then… only during sex? Using formal speech when other people are around would be kind of weird…"
"Hmm… if it's only during sex, then I have a condition."
"God, you want so many things… what is it?"
"…During sex, use formal speech—and call me Master."
"Master…!?"
"Yeah. Master. Anyone can see who's the owner here."
"Dosik, you…"
"…??"
"Never mind. Fine. I'll do it…"
A somewhat unsatisfying answer.
But she'd agreed.
Time to establish the hierarchy.
"Then go ahead. Say it."
"Master… please hit me…"
The word Master slipping from Hyejin's moist lips hit harder than he ever expected.
Kim Hyejin—once so proud, so high-and-mighty—on her knees before his massive cock, calling him Master.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Good girl. Now lick again."
"Yes, Master…"
Lap— slurp-slurp—
"Oh-ho?"
The instant she called him Master, Hyejin's technique transformed completely.
She'd gone from tentative, half-hearted glances to something that felt like a sex worker leveling up in real time.
Slurp— slurp—
Watch her struggle to take that thick cock while her tongue hunted the glans.
She worked the head and the slit with stubborn, relentless focus—like someone researching exactly how to drive him wilder.
Her disheveled hair—disheveled by his own hands—revealed flushed ears between the strands, and her shoulders trembled with a mix of shame and arousal that left no doubt about her sincerity.
He decided to reward her.
What a cunning little thing, hiding talent like this.
If he'd known sooner, he would have come for her much earlier.
Crack—!
"Euuuuph..!!"
Crack—
"Euph!"
Lap— suck-suck—
He timed each strike to her fellatio, and she drooled helplessly from the corners of her mouth.
That fluid had to be thick with his precum.
Mouth full of it, Hyejin forced out the words.
"M-Master. Please keep hitting me. I'll… make you cum."
Every time she spoke, her upper and lower teeth scraped across the glans.
Suddenly, the hard texture of her teeth stimulated the head of his cock.
Slurp— slurp—
Crack— crack—
The wet sounds of Hyejin's blowjob and the sharp cracks of the cane on her ass began locking into a tight, driving rhythm.
Perfectly in sync.
Then, after roughly twenty strikes, a question occurred to him.
How much more could Hyejin take?
He hadn't been hitting her that hard.
But her ass was swelling so badly he had to wonder if it was even okay.
Her face was growing more and more of a mess, too.
Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, and one drop rolled down her cheek.
"Hmm? Why are you crying? Does it hurt?"
"Euuuuph…"
Still holding his cock in her mouth, Hyejin nodded.
…So this is why they say you set limits and stick to negotiated play.
He pulled Hyejin's face off his cock.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he yanked her free—
"Euuuugh!! Uugh…"
Tears from her eyes and the slick fluids from her mouth were soaking her chest.
"Can you take a few more? Huh?"
"Euuugh…"
Instead of answering, she just kept crying.
"Should we stop?"
He asked—
"…No… thirty… I can take thirty more on a different spot…"
She said she could take more.
"Is that so."
Thirty strikes. He'd settle it within that.
He grabbed the collar of the limp, collapsed Hyejin and hauled her up.
"Eehk?"
"Come with me. There's something I want you to do."
The destination was the bathroom.
Crying wouldn't earn her any mercy.
Hyejin was his human toilet now.
He'd been needing to piss anyway—and once he was done,
there was something he wanted her to do.
With her mouth.
Clean his cock.