The Raccoon's Sadistic Awakening
The arrogant raccoon Yoo Ji-kyeong had been getting these strange sensations during her back-to-back sessions with Seo Joo-hwan. Every time he went limp and spent, or when she pushed him beyond his limits to squeeze out even more cum with her own hands, her chest would tingle with excitement. It was a different kind of pleasure from the orgasms she got from sex itself.
At first, she thought it was just satisfaction from her plans working out so well. After all, seeing her video-learned knowledge pay off in real life had her thrilled. But that wasn't it. This pleasure, akin to an orgasm, came from controlling his cock at her whim and bending him to her will through sex.
She realized this while browsing various sexual knowledge in SEXUAL CLASS, as usual.
"What's this 22+ rating?"
How intense could it be to skip straight past 19+ to 22+? Curiosity piqued, Yoo Ji-kyeong clicked the video. And a new world unfolded before her eyes.
"Whoa... Hic, this stuff... Eek. Insane... gulp."
Bondage, stocks, spanking, trampling, shame play, blindfolds, food play. And dozens more SM plays in a grand feast. Yoo Ji-kyeong gulped repeatedly as she watched, then a idea struck her.
'If I train Oppa bit by bit...'
If I turn him into a body that can only cum—no, survive—without me, maybe I won't have to wait years?'
"...Heh♡"
Yoo Ji-kyeong's lips curved into a sly arc.
*
"Ugh. Done."
Seo Joo-hwan flopped onto the bed after finishing his writing. Using Concentration's Blessing always left his brain feeling fried. So when the buff ended, fatigue hit him like a truck.
"I'll wrap it up soon."
The volume of The Possessed Master is a Martial Arts Criminal, his first work since regressing, had already surpassed 400 chapters. He'd started in earnest from February, cranking out over 130 chapters a month. Compared to his old life of writing one day and scraping by the next, it was unimaginable speed.
Finishing a long novel in just three months.
"It's actually longer than I thought."
Seo Joo-hwan chuckled wryly. The Possessed Master is a Martial Arts Criminal was a remake of a work he'd failed to finish in his previous life, originally planned for max 300 chapters. But with his evolved talents and special abilities this time, it stretched far longer.
The amazing part? Despite the length, reader retention stayed high. Thanks to his continuously improving talents while writing.
His original Writing talent potential was B+, current grade C+. Now, current was B+, potential A+.
The upgrade showed in the comments praising his growing skill.
Seo Joo-hwan smiled ambiguously at the comments. As they said, The Possessed Master is a Martial Arts Criminal hadn't started with universal praise. Taste-makers called it solid, but others dismissed it as average riding the mass-post wave. No one called it a masterpiece, and ranks were indeed boosted.
But as his Writing grade rose, opinions shifted. Lately, some even hailed the endgame as masterpiece territory.
"Time to brainstorm the next one... Modern setting sounds fun."
Modern was a genre he'd never touched. He saw it as high difficulty, maybe even higher than martial arts. Martial worlds were fictional, but modern was familiar—readers' scrutiny was sharper. Add pro-knowledge elements, and difficulty skyrocketed.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, he pondered, then glanced at the door. Someone was due soon.
"Will she come today?"
The one on his mind: Yoo Ji-kyeong. Since resuming relations, she visited daily if possible, every other day at worst.
"She's coming over way too often lately."
Not that he minded. Her dramatic weight loss had her turning heads from sparse Publishing Content kids and guys alike. Even diet-obsessed girls envied her. A hot girl volunteering for sex? No complaints.
But one issue.
Seo Joo-hwan frowned, recalling their sessions.
'She's getting more intense by the day.'
Whatever she was learning, their sex grew wilder. Not from the start—just deep foreplay and hip techniques. But gradually: more nibbling on shoulders and neck. The bites were cute enough.
Three days ago: nipple pinching. Two days ago: "prostate massage" with a finger up his ass—total freakout.
Lucy teased innocently.
Didn't it feel good, Master?
'Well... yeah, it felt good.'
Prostate massage lived up to the hype—intensely good. He came so hard it was like pissing cum. And with prior foreplay, no pain.
But he protested.
"It felt good, sure. But foreplay's one thing—something going in the back? Kinda emasculating as a guy!"
Especially ambushed: 'Fuck, am I getting my ass taken?' Relief when it was just her slim finger.
"And it didn't end there."
Yesterday: subtle degradation talk while slapping his chest.
"She's definitely awakening to sadism..."
One of Yoo Ji-kyeong's fetishes was sadomasochism (Sado-masochism), blending both sadist and masochist traits. Possible. Not extreme yet, but unchecked, it'd go hard SM.
Lucy asked curiously.
Then why let it happen? You could refuse easily if you hated it.
True. He was allowing her sadistic plays. SM required consent.
Hmm. No masochist tendencies for Master, right?
"Huh? You can tell?"
Seo Joo-hwan perked up. His status window didn't show his own fetishes, unlike others. Did Lucy know?
Lucy replied meaningfully.
Really want to know? You've got quite the pervert streak—tons of fetish varieties. Might disgust you with yourself.
"...Am I that much of a perv?"
Some memories surfaced: extra thrill banging Jeong So-ra in the admin office, or Im Su-hee in the gym office. Min Ga-hee's F-cup paizuri fellatio? Divine. Choi Mi-hwa crying turned him on more than her prim look—messy and teary was prettier. Even using items on Jeong Ha-yeon sparked conquest lust: cold beauty melting into moans at his command.
He shook his head.
"Nah, any guy would get hyped there."
Step up if you wouldn't! Lucy giggled.
Kidding. No maso traits—that's my observation so far.
"Getting cheekier."
Seo Joo-hwan grumbled. Post-level-up, Lucy's emotions bloomed, leading to pranks. Made alone time less boring.
"So you don't know my fetishes either?"
Some guesses, but not exact. Rust who made me figured you didn't need to know your own—more fun discovering solo?
"Hmm. Fair. Kinda disappointing though."
Better that way? Some fetishes are too much to handle knowing.
"Ah... yeah."
He smiled bitterly, recalling a criminal's fetish post-regression: limb amputation, rape, murder. Better unknown. Curiosity could ruin you.
So, Master?
"Hm?"
Why accept Ji-kyeong's plays ultimately?
"Oh, that. No big reason. Farming points. Levels upped, more to spend."
Lust System at level 3 hiked costs. Daily double item pulls: 60k LP/month. Helchang's Blessing: 2k LP/day. ('Cheap next to Concentration's, though.') That one: 10 LP/min, full day 14.4k. Not constant, but monthly fixed costs topped 100k LP. Stockpiles held, but time to manage.
"Her fetish covers both sadism and masochism, so collect 'em both."
Reason for indulging her escalation. Recent achievements netted points. (Algophilia and Somnophilia already collected.) Just sadism/masochism left. Seemed imminent.
'Stop before it gets too hard.'
Poor control could lead to extreme. Points or not, no true M aspirations—if collection stalled past limits, he'd drop S-fetish hunt.
His phone buzzed on the desk.
Bzzz-!
"Ji-kyeong?"
KakaoTalk from her.
"Reward? Oh right."
Afternoon, She'd demanded 5-part series, promising reward on success. Stockpiles full, story near end—he agreed casually. Now it clicked: part of her play. SM had "missions" and "punishments."
'She mentioned punishment for failure too...'
Ignored it—what punishment? Spine chilled.
More KakaoTalk.
Seo Joo-hwan chuckled dryly.
"Blindfold play tonight?"
Fetish achievement imminent.
"...Feels weirdly good though."
Getting these texts from a girl. From Yoo Ji-kyeong, his sole "friend" in his past life? Never dreamed.
"Pfft. Guess I'll crash early like my raccoon wants."
Quick shower, then bed.
*
And at dawn.
"Urk?!"
Clank!Clank!