How to Take a Hit Without Getting Hurt
Early morning. There was one person heading to Principal Geum Yeoryeong's office.
"Ugh... Goddamn it."
It was Wi Seoyeon, walking while clutching her lower abdomen.
Stab stab—!
"Aaauugh!!"
The feeling that her uterus still ached from being beaten over the weekend hadn't faded.
'At that time, definitely...'
She'd definitely heard that strange voice saying something like "ten times sensitivity multiplier" before her entire body became unbearably sensitive in an instant. The violent pleasure she'd never experienced in her life had been handed to her.
"Three thousand times? That bastard was dead set on killing me."
If she just acted submissive for a moment, he'd try to torment her with that strange power.
Even if he tried to kill her, her body went rigid and her energy scattered, so all she could do was obey his commands helplessly.
"...Fuck."
It had all started from her attempt to kill that color-essence bastard. From the heart of justice — the desire to punish a criminal who harassed a female student in public.
Of course, the moment Geum Yeoryeong had fallen for Hwan Hyun, Wi Seoyeon's future had been nothing but a miserable "reverse rape" from the start.
"What did I do wrong...!"
Nothing. She'd just gotten unlucky, running into a guy whose brain was in his dick.
If there was anything she could call a mistake, it would be using him as a training dummy and then pulling him out at the end to slap his face, maybe?
"Haaah..."
Wi Seoyeon could only shed tears at her own pitiful state.
Knock knock.
"Come in."
She'd come to the principal's office because she'd been ordered to.
Geum Yeoryeong had definitely planned to entrust Wi Seoyeon's care to someone, to make both of them miserable.
"Chunho-nim?"
"Sit down first."
"...Yes."
The appearance was considerably different from usual.
The shirt she always wore up to her neck was gone, and her cleavage was shamelessly exposed between the coat.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have dragged you in like this..."
"No, it's fine. Rather, if that bastard's... ugh! If his desire were directed at me instead of Chunho-nim, that'd be a good thing."
She couldn't even call him that carelessly.
The fact that outside of private settings she had to call that filthy bastard "my lord" made Wi Seoyeon even more pitiful.
"Take this first."
"A paper bag? What's inside?"
"Mm... you'll know when you open it."
Wi Seoyeon tilted her head at Geum Yeoryeong's evasive attitude, but she could guess the reason immediately.
"...What is this?!"
"Clothes."
"This?"
"Yeah. I grabbed whatever was at home because you were in a hurry."
Could you really call it "a set"?
Inside the bag was a scrap of fabric so scant it was barely worthy of being called clothing.
"Is this a panty? This is pants, right?"
"...Yeah."
"And the top? There's only one piece of fabric left."
"That's the top."
"..."
Her mouth went dry.
She was freshly reminded of just how pathetic a state she was in.
"My lord told you to wear this? This wretched thing?"
"...I'm sorry, Seoyeon."
"Eeeek...!!"
She was furious.
She was frustrated.
But all she could do was obey the unreasonable.
"...I'm wearing it all."
She could manage to put the clothes on somehow.
Thankfully they covered her vital parts, though it was the kind of outfit where a slight movement would immediately expose her nipples.
"Thankfully it suits you. At that level, my lord should be pleased."
"Hrk... ugh... Why only me...!"
She'd have to go outside wearing this. She'd have to teach classes in this wretched outfit.
The reason was one and only: because she'd been marked by that perverted color-essence degenerate.
Geum Yeoryeong looked at her appearance with sympathy.
"Whether it brings comfort or not, let me show you how I wore it."
Slrrrk—!
"...!"
When Geum Yeoryeong unfastened the front of her coat, a naked body with nothing on underneath was revealed.
Uuuung!!!
"Haaauugh... As you can see, I'm in the same state..."
"Chunho-nim..."
"Go now. It's time to face my lord."
Geum Yeoryeong quickly covered herself with the clothes and turned away.
And right then, the punishment fell.
"...I'll be leaving now."
"Hyaat...! Right, don't forget to transfer to the principal's residence today, either?!"
Phwuuuut!!
"Hiiiyaah...!!"
Wi Seoyeon burst out of the room at full speed. Even the sight of the goddess she'd long admired in this shameful state was too humiliating to bear.
"I will definitely liberate you."
Wi Seoyeon burned with resolve — to save Geum Yeoryeong, who had been captured by Hwan Hyun's beast.
"Nnnghhh!! Maximum output sensitivity multiplier mode activated!!"
But she couldn't even begin to imagine that Geum Yeoryeong had already awakened to carnal pleasure because of Hwan Hyun.
She might spend the rest of the day locking the office door and cursing to herself.
"Kekekeke... What a sight. Even the instructor's got aching balls looking at our lord's dick, I see."
"I agree. For someone to inflict wounds on my lord's body and mind, receiving punishment like this is only just."
"Whoa, Seol-hwi even has a yin mark! As expected, anyone pierced by my lord's dick turns into a lust-beast...!"
Ilena and Cheonghwa each said a line, while Jinyul spoke her usual HitoMi-level words without any filter.
It was grateful that they always thought on my side, but...
Honestly, I was the one who provoked first.
"Pity. What a promising swordsman, and yet he loses himself the moment he has sex with my lord."
"I didn't know he'd turn out like that. He really only popped the cherry."
"Truly a waste. It feels like looking at Yuyeon."
That was Seol-hwi's brief impression of our instructor.
"What? Why does it feel like you're looking at me?"
"Why do you have to say it? You sound like a gold-digging bitch."
"What the hell is this woman?! If you smack a head like yours, the sound is clearer than a temple bell! And it's not that I like showing skin, I'm just hot so I—"
"Enough."
As always, Seol-hwi and Yuyeon were trying to out-yell each other until Cheonghwa stopped them.
"Please lower your voices. You're raising them so much. My lord could see you."
"Hmph. My apologies, my lord."
"..."
'No, it's fun. Keep going.'
Honestly, I thought the chemistry between those two wasn't bad. It was best to occasionally step in when things got too extreme and otherwise just watch.
"Hold on. Isn't that my clothes?"
"Huh? Does Yuyeon have something like that in your wardrobe?"
"Why are you making that face all of a sudden. Don't you know what I normally wear?"
"Ah."
She'd said she ran hot and only bought things with small coverage, after all.
"That might be the same thing as your clothes."
"You don't see people wearing like that outside of the Jujak Hall? Or maybe you just never saw anyone."
"Then I guess Geum Yeoryeong must have brought that."
"What? This"
After messing around with the student uniform last time, she'd apparently become a master thief.
"Everyone, attention."
Wi Seoyeon finally spoke.
"I trust you've been doing well in your free sparring. After all, improving your combat ability depends on your own effort."
"Yes."
"Today, as a continuation of last session, I'll teach you how to minimize damage when struck by an enemy's attack."
The art of taking a hit without getting hurt.
"Training dummy, come forward."
"...Me?"
"Yeah, Hwan Hyun student. Any complaints?"
What? Was he going to take out his frustration on me?
"No. I'll step out."
Whatever trick he was trying to pull, Wi Seoyeon couldn't fool me.
If he did something stupid again, I'd just use Soul Command and drive the sensitivity multiplier straight into him.
The three-thousand-times sensitivity multiplier clit stimulator—
"Hit me."
"...Yes?"
"Focus your energy into your fist and strike my danjeonbu."
So it was about striking me, not getting struck.
"Really hit me?"
"Yeah."
She clenched her fist. An opportunity to hit Wi Seoyeon like this in public didn't come often, so she gathered her energy into the most violent flow possible.
Wuuuung.
Gathering.
Compressing.
Wuuuung!!
She poured her energy toward the goal of tearing through.
Like using Wall Thunder that she'd realized last time.
Wuuuuuung!!!
Then, she heard the system's voice for the first time in a long while.
Hwan Kingdom Sword Method, Second Form: Wall Thunder.
...What?
She wasn't even using a sword right now, so how could the Hwan Kingdom Sword Method pop up?
✦ Ting! ✦
The understanding of Hwan Kingdom Sword Method (D) has increased.
Conditions met. The rank of Hwan Kingdom Sword Method (D) increases.
Oh?
She didn't know what it meant, but it sounded like something good had happened.
"...Flow it through and let it drain."
She was so dazed looking at the system window that she couldn't hear how to "take a hit without getting hurt."
Anyway, there was only one thing she needed to do.
As a training dummy, finish the job she was given.
"Yaaah!!!"
A powerful single strike flew toward Wi Seoyeon's lower abdomen. She thrust her fist through the yin mark that had appeared clearly on her stomach.
Crack!!
The moment unrefined pure violence touched flesh.
"Hnngh!"
Whoosh—!
As if it had been a simple physical attack all along, her energy flowed through her body and beyond, disappearing.
"...?"
No matter how tough an A-rank hunter's body was, it was more than enough to cause injury.
The compressed energy could have torn her internal organs apart the moment it touched her body.
"Mmnh... So this is how you remove the enemy's magic power and only take the physical attack."
Clap clap clap clap!!!
The other students watching broke into applause. They seemed focused on the fact that the energy passed through the body and dispersed.
But the lower abdomen where her fist had landed was turning red, and droplets of water were leaking from between Wi Seoyeon's legs — was that only visible to me?
"If there are no questions, then—"
"Instructor. I didn't get a good look."
She stopped her from trying to leave her seat. She hadn't really been able to see how it worked either.
"...Hwan Hyun student?"
"Show me again with someone else."
"...Fine. I'll... fine. Is there even anyone who wants to?"
The person who had caught her eye when everyone was clapping turned out to be someone clenching and opening their fist while smirking.
"I recommend Yuyeon student."
The fire-stick of our house — Yuyeon.
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