Chapter 19
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Hellish Spanking Discipline for Mir Ryuin's Plump Ass (1)
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[Research...? You, Stay, are going to research me?]
My bold declaration left Mir Ryuin so stunned she could barely respond, echoing the words back in disbelief.
The idea that someone like me—a mere F-rank nobody, a former test subject—would presume to study her, one of the world's richest powerhouses, the Lord of Magic, bearer of the Dragon title in human form, was utterly incomprehensible to her.
"Yes, it's my turn to study you now, Mir Ryuin. Makes sense, right? For the treatment to work, you need to feel my touch and reach climax. So, I need to research what it takes to make you climax."
[...You're right. Of course you are. I'm the one desperate to escape this curse as soon as possible.]
Mir Ryuin finally seemed convinced by my added explanation.
[But that word 'research'... it's just so hard to swallow. Because you're Stay, and I'm Mir Ryuin. How could you, Stay, possibly research me, Mir Ryuin?]
She accepted the logic but clearly bristled at the notion of an F-rank like me studying someone of her stature.
I got it, though. It made sense.
Just moments ago, she'd been offended enough by the suggestion that she was inferior to heroes on her level like May Luina and Dain Adamas to hold a grudge against me.
For someone with such towering pride, who saw herself as the pinnacle and everyone else as lesser, my words must have felt like touching her reverse scale.
[So, don't use 'research.' Say you're working hard to treat me. Change it to that.]
Mir Ryuin didn't snap outright since the reasoning held, but she firmly demanded I rephrase, refusing to accept being 'researched' by me.
The resolute, blunt words of the world-saving hero, the Lord of Magic Mir Ryuin, carried overwhelming pressure that could make one's heart sink and legs tremble.
Even the head of the Awakener Association, wielding near-absolute power, was said to yield when she spoke so directly.
As a mere F-rank, I had no choice but to bend.
"...Hmph."
If she weren't stark naked, shoving her tattoo-covered ass—wrapped like fishnet stockings over that plump rear—toward me, I surely would have.
Face-to-face, her words might have intimidated me, but what I faced now wasn't her perfect face. It was her plump, soft, ideal man-tank of an ass, begging the question of what kind of jiggle it'd make under a hard palm strike.
With that insanely tempting plump ass thrust out, her words carried zero pressure.
[Did you hear me? What was that gasp just now? Were you holding back a laugh?]
"N-no, not at all. You spoke so seriously all of a sudden, it just made me tense up and inhale. I'd never laugh at you, Mir Ryuin."
[...True enough.]
Still, she was Mir Ryuin. Pressure or not, that fact remained.
So, struggling to suppress the laughter bubbling up from how her ass seemed to 'speak' for her—knowing it'd spell doom if it burst—I complied with her request.
"Alright, no more 'research.' I'll put in the effort to get you so aroused you climax. I'll give it my all."
[...Hmph. Fine, try your best. As if a Stay like you could ever make me, Mir Ryuin, climax—or even feel a thing.]
Only then did she sound satisfied, haughtily urging me on as always.
She had every reason to act superior, but it only fueled my motivation, pissing me off in the best way.
Yeah, today I'd make her unleash an uncontrollable moan. I wouldn't stop until she begged, 'Please, no more!'
"Then, since the tattoos are concentrated on your ass, I'll start stimulating there. It might surprise you, so brace yourself."
[As if I'd be surprised by anything a mere Stay like you—]
SMACK!!!
[Kyaa?!]
Before she finished, I spread my right hand wide, twisted my waist, accelerated through shoulder, elbow, and wrist, and slammed her irresistible plump ass with full force.
Jiggle jiggle!
Her plump ass was softer and springier than expected, surpassing my prediction of a mere jiggle to unleash a full-on jiiggle jiiggle wave.
The spiderweb tattoos on that soft flesh rippled like waves, then snapped back with elastic perfection—a mesmerizing sight like modern art.
And this wondrous spanking spectacle didn't end there.
My large handprint was branded right on Mir Ryuin's ass.
On the lofty rear no one in history had touched—or even dared gaze upon straight-on—my handprint lingered like one of her tattoos.
That alone made me surge with more excitement than at any moment since entering her room.
[Y-you hit me? Stay hit my—my ass? You? Hit my ass without hesitation, full force...?]
While I basked in massive satisfaction, Mir Ryuin reeled from equal parts shock and dismay.
Not just interrupted mid-sentence, but slapped hard—fair enough.
[W-what the hell are you doing? Thinking you can do anything 'for treatment'...!]
Her frustration was understandable.
But it changed nothing: she was a vegetable, powerless, and I held all the control—the only one who knew how to lift the Eternal Prison curse.
"Huh? Don't tell me you don't know about spanking? Nothing beats it for ass stimulation."
So I cut her off again, speaking boldly as if she were clueless.
[S-spanking? Of course I know it! I said I have full knowledge of sex and masturbation. Spanking's basic. But was that it?]
Offended by the implication, the owner of the Epic ability Akashic Records insisted she knew it well.
But knowledge and experience rarely align perfectly, and her book-learned version clearly differed vastly from mine.
[Spanking's supposed to be light taps, like pre-injection pats, right?]
Exposing her virgin inexperience, she asked like someone who'd only read about sex.
Amazed she'd seek confirmation from me, I answered earnestly.
"No? Real spanking hits hard enough to make the ass jiiggle like that."
[I-it is? The books I read didn't say that.]
"Depends on the person. The spanking in your books was probably for small, skinny asses. Yours is huge—won't fit in my hands—plump, soft, and meaty. Light taps won't cut it. Needs a hard SMACK to transmit the sensation."
[Ah...]
Mir Ryuin sounded convinced.
Truth be told, I was a virgin too, just mimicking porn. No clue if it was 'proper' spanking.
I'd just wanted to smack that arrogant plump ass hard.
Obviously, admitting that would complicate life, so I nailed down my impromptu spanking lecture with a question.
"Did it hurt? If it rattled your bones, I'll adjust. First time spanking an ass as plump, huge, and soft as yours—might've overdone it."
[H-hurt? Uh, um. N-not really... Just startled?]
...It didn't hurt? I put my whole core into that smack?
I'd planned to blame her if she complained: 'Oops~ But how could I hold back with an ass like that? No one gets a shot at such a tempting plump ass!'
Didn't expect 'no pain.'
A bit flustered, I shook it off and played it cool.
"G-good. This intensity works then. To properly ring a national treasure ass like yours, I need full power."
[W-wait, no need to go that—]
SMAAACK!
[Kyaaak?!]
Faster than before, my left palm whipped like a lash, silencing her urgent protest as it struck her plump ass.
Jiiiiggle!
Harder and quicker, the ripple was bigger, deeper.
Now both cheeks bore vivid red handprints on Mir Ryuin's plump ass.
A profoundly demonic sight.
[H-harder... even harder...?]
"You commanded effort, so full power it is. While we're at it, one more...!"
SMAAACK!
[Kiiihut?!]
The hellish spanking discipline was just beginning.