How to Take a Hit
"Hey, Yu Cheonghwa. You just watched that, didn't you?"
Yuryeong's eyes sparkled after witnessing Hwanhyeon's demonstration of a womb punch.
"What do you mean? The energy dispersed through her body, right?"
"No, not that. The physical attack went straight through."
"Of course. This isn't body enhancement—it's nullification of magical power."
She'd watched it properly, then. When Hwanhyeon's fist had hit her lower abdomen, the energy dissipated naturally, but the force of pushing remained unchanged, which was why that wet, slapping sound had rung out.
"If that had been me instead of him, I'd have been thrilled to get punched like that."
"Do it later. Besides, I heard that woman was coming to the estate today, so we'll need to establish authority anyway. But..."
She'd been watching with interest for a while now. Even if she could punish Wi Seoyeon later, making her look powerless in front of the students wasn't easy.
"I recommend Yuryeong student."
So when she was called, she beamed and dashed off with a bright smile.
"Yuryeong student. You look in a good mood for someone who intends to hit the main instructor?"
"Oh my, what are you talking about? Since our Hwanhyeon classmate said he couldn't see, anyone has to demonstrate, right?"
"..."
The feeling that she wasn't exactly thrilled was obvious.
Using body enhancement could injure a student's hand, so she could only take the hits raw.
Of course, Yuryeong didn't care. Her goal was to hit Wi Seoyeon, so she didn't care what happened—she just charged in.
"Here I go!!"
"Come at me."
She drew up fire energy. To show off a powerful strike, she wrapped both hands in flames and swung rapidly.
"...!"
Focus. Focus again.
Wi Seoyeon's eyes were locked onto the fist coming toward her.
This wasn't about diverting energy to the side—it was about letting it pass through her body without causing harm.
A level of concentration so extreme that it couldn't even be compared to simply swatting something away was required for this skill.
—Bwoeuk!
"Ugh...!"
But the result was that she'd only taken simple physical damage to her abdomen.
"Wait—! Simple physical attacks have nothing to do with what you're doing right now...!"
"Is this it? Then let's do it again!"
—Bwoeok!
"Grah!!"
This time the fist flew straight into her chest.
She'd come out saying she wanted to show what she'd done before, so why was she only doing meaningless physical attacks? And how could she not understand why her hands were wrapped in so much energy?
"Stop—"
"!"
Just as she tried to block, an ominous voice rang out—the very voice that had tormented Wi Seoyeon all weekend.
"Th-This is...!"
Her movements were forced. No—she was sealed. That was the more accurate word.
—Jjaak!! Bbak!
"Kkweuuh!!"
The chest plate she'd been shielding her chest with was pushed aside little by little, exposing her nipples, and her womb, reacting to the impact that had come through her abdomen, was producing unfamiliar pleasure.
"Don't—!! Ahh—!!"
An inappropriate sight for an instructor. It was humiliating to be unilaterally punched by a mere student in front of the students.
At some point, students who had been staring at her with cameras were annoying her.
"Haha, that slap sounds good!"
Until the lecture ended, Wi Seoyeon couldn't be freed.
It wasn't until the lecture ended and the other students had left that I released the Spirit Command.
"Hahh... Haah..."
Yuryeong had thoroughly beaten Wi Seoyeon.
She was an A-rank hunter with a sturdy body, so there probably wasn't any major issue, but it looked like she needed treatment.
"Heeey..."
I stopped messing around with Ilena's nipples and approached Wi Seoyeon.
"Ugh...! Hwanhyeon student...?"
"You should call me Master."
"...What are you talking about."
"(Master, there are other students next to us...)"
They were all my women anyway, so it didn't matter.
From now on, we'd be living together at the principal's residence. It seemed best to make the introduction sooner rather than later.
"Let's talk on the way home."
"Hwanhyeon student, you must use formal speech with the instructor..."
"Fuck that! You wanna try Sensitivity at 3000x?"
"...I'm sorry, Master."
She always has to make the easy road hard. It would've been better if she'd just come out like this from the start.
"You completely subdued Instructor Wi Seoyeon. As expected, you're the Master."
"...?"
Cheonghwa, who called me "Master" while looking at me, made Seoyeon's eyes go wide.
"Master? Do you mean...?"
"Didn't you know? Everyone still here has shared a bed with the Master."
"What?!"
I hadn't expected her to not know this.
Did she think I'd been sexually harassing some random female classmate?
"Let's talk about the details on the way home. Yuryeong, treat her now."
"Got it."
Yuryeong wrapped fire energy around her hands again, and this time she simply caressed Wi Seoyeon's abdomen.
"Ahh!"
The bruises and tears on Wi Seoyeon's abdomen vanished in an instant. I'd benefited a lot from Yuryeong's ability.
We who had stayed until the end in the training ground also headed home.
On the way back, Cheonghwa explained to Wi Seoyeon about my relationships with the other women, and details about our backgrounds.
How we were intertwined, and all the stories behind our origins.
"And so, starting from me, the first woman of the Master's, all the way to Ilena here—we devote ourselves to the Master."
"...Were those the Four Divine Halls? Then does that mean the Master was sexually harassing you all this time...?"
"If the Master holds affection for us, why would we refuse it?"
"..."
"That's right, Instructor. It's not that we mind—it's just that other people's eyes make us a little shy. But if the Master desires our bodies, we'd gladly offer them."
When Ilena echoed that sentiment, Wi Seoyeon's expression twisted with even more complicated emotions.
Even when we arrived home, her expression didn't relax.
"W-What am I doing this for...?"
"Cut the crap. He just wants to fuck our Hwanhyeon's hole, that's all."
"Yuryeong student, you must use formal speech with the instructor, shouldn't you?"
"Fuck off, you clothes thief. Take off what you're wearing."
That's right. Wi Seoyeon's current clothes were supposedly Yuryeong's, weren't they?
"W-What do you mean? I've never stolen anyone's clothes."
"I haven't seen a single person who actually buys those kinds of clothes."
"..."
That made sense. Who would actually purchase something like that as clothing?
"Take it off. We're indoors anyway."
"But I don't have anything to change into—"
"Take it off first. Those are Yuryeong's clothes that Yeoryeong brought anyway."
"Y-Yes, Master...ngh."
Wi Seoyeon, who reluctantly stripped on my command.
—Ssuheuk.
"What the hell? Fuck, you leaked all over my clothes?"
"...Sorry."
When she pulled down her pants, a transparent thread stretched out. She must have been feeling it from the impact to her abdomen.
"I'm completely naked, Master...ngh."
"Good job."
Wi Seoyeon stood naked in front of our six of us. Whether from embarrassment or something else, she fidgeted, and water gradually leaked from her pussy.
"I can't figure out how our Master turns into such a pervert just by asking women."
"Don't be like that, Seolhye. If you can take a hit right on the Master's dick and be fine, I think that's even weirder."
"..."
Wi Seoyeon could only hang her head, even after hearing the obscene remarks directed at her, overwhelmed by the shock that we were all one unit.
"M-Master... could you give me clothes to change into...?"
"Why? Going shopping?"
"I need to move my stuff here by today..."
Yeoryeong had said that Wi Seoyeon was definitely moving her residence here today. Had the preparations not finished yet?
Then, the voice of the person who had originally lived in this house was heard.
"No need for that. I already moved all of Seoyeon's stuff."
"...Huh? Chunho-nim, what do you—"
"Everything that was in your room at the instructor dormitory has been brought here."
It seemed like Wi Seoyeon's moving plans had been carried out diligently while classes were in session.
"As expected, our Yeoryeong is the best."
"Hehe, Master..."
I stroked the approaching Yeoryeong. She was the one who accepted my touch with a heavily stimulated expression.
A few weeks ago, this relationship was unimaginable. Yeoryeong had become completely fixated on the master-servant dynamic when she'd prepared to break Wi Seoyeon, and I'd just been calling her casually.
"Master, it seems you're treating Chunho-nim comfortably now."
"She said she wanted to throw away the old relationship."
"That's a proper attitude. I like seeing you gradually grow into the position of serving the Master."
Cheonghwa nodded with a satisfied expression. Yeoryeong also held a faint smile.
"Th-Then what should I do now, Master...?"
"Hmm? I haven't decided what to do with you yet."
I'd stripped her, but I hadn't decided what to do next.
"...Huh?"
Wi Seoyeon, with an expression of total bewilderment, moved according to my command.
"...Done."
"Wow... Hwanhyeon. I've thought this since before, but your pussy is so tight. Isn't that the real climax point?"
Yuryeong exclaimed, looking at her lower abdomen.
...She wouldn't be trying to kill me because she wants one too, would she?
"Mmhm... If anyone wants to give orders to our Instructor Wi Seoyeon, go ahead and speak up."
For now, the plan was to further demolish Wi Seoyeon's pride.