Park Dusik's Makeup Lesson (2)

The heavy iron door of the training ground slammed shut.

Park Dusik rose from his chair and approached me slowly.

Even his sweat stench assaulted my drug-soaked nose like a vicious stimulant.

Damn, this is driving me insane. My brain's all messed up…

"Nothing fancy for this makeup lesson. Awakeners prove themselves in real combat, after all."

His voice drifted over as he lightly stretched.

"Sparring. Hold out against ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my attacks for just ten minutes, and we're done for today. Fair enough, right?"

Sparring?

I let out a quiet sigh of relief inwardly.

I'd figured he'd use the demerit points as an excuse for something even more depraved, but this was surprisingly normal.

Yeah, sparring's better. Our stats might differ a bit, but I just have to endure!

I gripped my wooden sword tight, forcing strength into my wobbly legs.

But my thinking was way too naive.

Park Dusik was a total scumbag in personality.

I'd overlooked that he was a veteran Awakener with countless real battles under his belt.

"Let's begin."

His figure blurred in an instant.

Too fast!

No mercy from the start—he'd maxed out his body reinforcement with mana.

Thanks to Insight, I read his trajectory, but my drug-dulled body couldn't react at all.

Thud!

"Ack?!"

A dull impact echoed as I rolled across the floor.

My flailing arm had blocked a direct hit, but the shock reverberated through my organs.

Yet something was off.

It should hurt like hell, but at the tail end of the pain, a bizarre thrill bloomed.

Damn… the drug's messing with my body…!

Park Dusik didn't stop.

He hit just hard enough to keep me from collapsing, targeting spots where the pain would register clearly.

But the agony was still faint. Far from snapping me awake, my mind grew hazier with each heavy blow.

"Hngh, kghk, haa…!"

"What's wrong? Seo Eunha. You were pretty nimble in class, but now you're rolling around like a bitch in heat."

I couldn't even swing my wooden sword properly—just took his attacks with my body.

My eyes could track him, but my body wouldn't respond. It was maddening.

No way this counted as proper sparring.

I desperately tried to pull myself together.

"W-wait, Instructor…!"

Surprisingly, Park Dusik halted.

No way he'd actually listen…

Either way, I desperately needed a breather. I panted heavily.

"Kuhuhu… What's up? Break my arm like you did on the first day of practice?"

Damn that bastard.

Still hung up on that, huh…!

Guess snapping his wrist on day one had really gotten under his skin.

I forced out words in a choked voice.

"…I-instructor. Do you make other students spar like this if they miss class?"

"As if. No time to spar with every single one of them."

"Then why me…!"

"'Cause you're special, Seo Eunha. Skilled enough to snap your instructor's wrist, so you can handle sparring with me, right?"

With that, he charged again.

That brief chat? Probably just to crush my hopes.

His renewed assault ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was faster, fiercer than before.

"Kgh, ack, haaah…!"

This is insane. Why doesn't it hurt at all…♡

He was definitely holding back.

With his instructor experience, handling a half-broken me like a kid was easy.

But the power in his fists was real…

My body sought pleasure over pain first.

I finally couldn't hold out and collapsed to the ground.

"…Hm? Giving up already?"

"J-just… a break…"

"You gonna say that with a monster right in front of you?!"

He slapped my back like it was encouragement. The shout and vibration made my whole body tremble.

Just that sent pleasure rippling through me.

"Haaah♡"

My legs clamped together involuntarily, a sticky sensation seeping through my panties and shirt.

…Down there, fine—but up top?

As that question flickered, Park Dusik's massive hand started kneading my shoulder.

"Shoulder's all knotted up. Gotta loosen this in time. I'll give you a special massage."

"Kyaa…!"

He'd ditched even the pretense of sparring, mauling my shoulders wildly.

His palm engulfed my entire shoulder.

I felt the pulsing veins in that giant hand.

His heartbeat was so overpowering it drowned out mine.

Like my body was syncing with his.

Thump, thump.

My heart pounded so fiercely I worried about heart issues.

"Hngh, hnn…"

Moans leaked from my lips unbidden.

My body reacted on its own to the raw male presence right beside me.

Expecting more than just a shoulder rub.

…I clung to sanity only thanks to my disgust for him.

I swung my slender arm, slapping his hand away.

"Sparring… let's continue… even if I fall, don't stop…!"

I staggered to my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠feet.

Enduring ten minutes normally was impossible.

All I could do was writhe pathetically on the floor, praying for this hell to end.

"…Fine. No mercy this time."

Park Dusik growled low, pissed that I'd smacked his hand away.

Then he barreled at me like a tank.

Just endure a little longer… buy time…!

Even Park Dusik wouldn't cross the line in the training ground.

But if pleasure-addled me clung to him? That'd be true game over.

I thrust my wooden sword toward his invisible path.

Clang, crash!

"Gahk!"

I was the attacker, but I flew back.

I rolled across the training ground floor, trying to create distance, but he was already in my face.

I flailed wildly with the sword.

Thwap.

He snatched it effortlessly with one hand.

He furrowed his brow, growling low.

"That's it for your resistance?"

"…♡"

That feral look made my body react against my will.

A deep, male-only rumble vibrated something far inside me.

He pummeled my body lightly with his fists.

This wasn't sparring—it was blatant training.

The more pain, the stronger the drug's effect, and mystery fluid dripped between my legs.

"Haa, hngh…♡ Ngh, gh…!"

I couldn't stand properly and started to fall, but his hand seized my wrists.

One hand pinned both my wrists, the other ravaged me mercilessly.

Park Dusik slapped my breasts hard with his palm.

Smack!

"Hnn…!!"

As my huge tits jiggled, intense pleasure hit. First direct stimulation to an erogenous zone since the drug.

Like a crack in a full dam, I climaxed lightly, waist trembling.

Hoo— hoo—

No time to bask in the afterglow—his thick fingers raked my nipples wildly.

Just a uniform shirt for protection was no match for those rough digits.

"Nghrk♡ This… isn't sparring…"

"Sparring? You still calling it that looking like this?"

"Haaaah♡"

Sparring was over.

Just one-sided torment left.

Park Dusik obsessed over my breasts—tickling, kneading, even slapping brought vicious pleasure.

I screamed lewdly, twisting my body. But pinned by one hand, I couldn't fall—just rubbed my tits against him pathetically.

"Perverted bitch! Should've called you out sooner if I'd known you'd love it this much!"

"N-nooo♡"

He mocked me. I shook my head, not even hearing what he—or I—said.

Being trapped in his burly hand felt good, his rank sweat smelled good, nipples grazing his palm through the shirt felt good.

Above all, being toyed with by a sturdy male, unable to resist—this situation felt too good♡

Sane me would never think this, but I surrendered to the flow.

"Alright, let's end it with a bang."

Park Dusik spread his palm and advanced straight on.

My spinning eyes followed his hand.

No thought to block. Muscles melted, no strength or will left.

Just panting like a dog awaiting a treat.

His palm slammed my chest.

Splat, squish.

"Haguk—♡"

My breasts were seized. Stiff nipples ground against his palm, flattening.

Brain-burning sensation—muscles contracted, then relaxed.

Body out of my control. Waist bucked wildly, toes curled on their own.

Squirt, squirt—sticky fluid gushed from below.

I writhed insanely, moaning.

"Hng♡ Breasts, no… something's coming♡"

It didn't end there. I felt something surging in my chest, shuddering.

My own mana, uncontrollable, refluxed. It raced to my breasts in seconds.

A stimulus beyond pleasure—I gaped dumbly, moaning helplessly.

"Oogh♡ Can't come out… my mana♡"

Splurt. Sticky fluid erupted along my milk ducts. Mana concentrated in my breasts had liquefied and sprayed.

The ejaculation-like pleasure of fluid from my nipples half-knocked me out.

"—Ha, haha! Seo Eunha! Didn't expect you'd squirt breast milk too! You're a real genius!"

Park Dusik's eyes widened in surprise.

Not milk—my precious mana—but it looked just like tit juice.

He pulled out his smartphone and started filming me sprawled on the floor.

Flash! The burst made me shield my face instinctively, even dazed.

"N-no… don't film… please…"

Shame burned, but mana kept flowing.

Only after my shirt soaked through did it stop.

After pouring out mana fluid forever, I collapsed panting.

Park Dusik checked the photos with satisfaction, grinning sleazily.

"Today's makeup lesson was perfect… Clean up the mess on the floor before you go. You can manage that, right?"

"Y-yes, yesss…♡"

"Good. I'll keep these photos safe. Oh, and… a gift."

He sprayed perfume on my body.

Same aphrodisiac mist he'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠used slapping my ass before.

"…♡"

He sauntered out of the training ground.

Left alone, I lay on the cold floor, trembling in climax afterglow for ages.

At the end of the hallway, Baek Hayeon paced restlessly, checking her watch.

Afternoon practice had ended an hour ago.

Eunha's state at lunch kept nagging at her mind.

She looked so unwell, but she's not in the nurse's office. Where the hell did she go?

Worried, Hayeon couldn't leave school and wandered. She'd called a few times—no answer.

Then, a short text arrived.

So stiff and formal.

Normal Eunha would've added something like "Sorry Hayeon ㅠㅠ" with emojis.

Hayeon gripped her phone tight.

Anger at being stood up took a backseat to worry.

Eunha wouldn't do this… Did something really happen?

An ominous hunch tormented her.

I arrived home. No memory of how.

Came to on my bed.

Body heavy as lead, but the heat clawing my lower belly wouldn't cool.

"Haa, haa… That fucker Park Dusik…!"

That final mist he'd sprayed before I left the training ground.

"Good job on the lesson"—bullshit. Concentrated aphrodisiac gas for sure.

"Ugh, nghh…♡"

I twisted, clutching the bedsheets.