Pleasure From Punishment
Lee Jieun’s face grew redder and redder in this situation. She actually looked like she was enjoying it. In fact, her pussy juices were dripping steadily from her cunt, soaking her legs as they ran down.
Wait, this looks more like a reward…. I’d forgotten how lenient Kim Jina was when she punished her little puppies. Come to think of it, even when she punished me, the most she ever did was tap my nose lightly, hug me tight, or finish with forced cock-sucking. To Kim Jina, spanking on the ass must have felt like an incredibly severe punishment. But for Lee Jieun… fuck….
No, but seriously, couldn’t she just use telekinesis to spank her ass really hard? …If she were that kind of person, she would’ve done the same to me….
“Haah…♡ Unnie…♡ M-more…♡ Ah, no…. That’s not what I… P-please forgive meee…♡”
For a split second Lee Jieun’s true feelings slipped out before she panicked and tried to cover them up. It was an absurd sight. Of course Kim Jina didn’t notice and kept diligently delivering soft-intensity ass spanks.
Then she noticed that Jieun’s pussy had gone beyond merely being wet. It was now gushing like a drainage pump.
“You perverted puppy! Getting your cunt wet while you’re being punished! That won’t do. Time to spank that pussy!”
Kim Jina stopped slapping her ass and started giving Jieun’s pussy light, bouncy spanks. Under normal circumstances, being struck in the genitals—a human’s vital weak point—should have made her cry out in terrible pain. But Lee Jieun was a hunter who wielded near-superhuman mana, and Kim Jina’s spanking was pathetically weak. The combination only made Jieun enjoy it even more.
“Haaang…♡ My pussy feels so good♡ I-I normally…♡ hate being hit by men…♡ But when unnie does it like this…♡ it feels way too good…♡”
“Our puppy number two. So you’re a masochist? I thought you had a bit of an S side…. You were an M? Or both?”
“…N-no. I’m definitely an S. …It’s just that when unnie does it♡ it feels good…♡ No matter what it is, it feels good…♡”
“How adorable…♡ Our little puppy♡ Did I do too good a job raising and training you?♡ Have you already fallen head over heels for your owner?”
“Y-yes…♡ I’ve fallen for owner…♡”
No, you haven’t. You liar. You were a lesbian bitch who got wet for Kim Jina from the start. I thought about exposing her right then and there… but that would probably turn into an all-out war with Lee Jieun, so I held back. Looking at how things were unfolding, even if I forced Jieun’s homosexuality out into the open, Kim Jina might just shrug and say “Oh, is that so?” Then what? I’d be the one screwed. It would accomplish nothing and I’d be the only one taking all the blame. Knowing Jieun’s personality, she’d pretend to let it slide, then sharpen a knife in the dark and stab me in the back someday. Terrified of that vicious, ruthless side of her, I decided to let it go. Come to think of it, I hope she doesn’t remember this later and try to get revenge on me.
“Haah…♡♡”
After the extremely satisfying spanking session for Lee Jieun, the three of us showered together. She must have been very pleased with the pussy spanking, because she lay sprawled on the shower-room floor for a long time before half-heartedly washing up, collapsing onto my bed, and resting. Meanwhile Kim Jina and I fooled around with each other’s bodies, enjoying a slow, leisurely shower. Of course, at some point sparks flew and she made me suck her off in the stall, then laid me down and fucked me two more times.
When we finally came out of the shower, dried our hair, and got dressed, Lee Jieun was lying on the bed playing with her pussy—half-masturbating—and started nagging me.
“Hey, what the hell is this filthy mess in a guy’s room? Clean this shit up. And you can just leave laundry at the laundry room—they’ll wash it right away. The smell coming from your pillow and bed cover is no joke. Change them already. You haven’t washed them once since the first time you fucked me, have you? Back then we sprayed so much cum and pussy juice everywhere….”
“Isn’t that something you shouldn’t be saying while you’re lying on my bed, fingering your cunt and dripping juices all over it?”
Anger flared inside me for a second. Maybe I should just smack the back of her head. Who the hell did this bitch think she was, nagging me like we were married? Still… it really is about time I sent the laundry out.
My room was currently stuffed with dirty clothes in every corner. I’d been too lazy to put them away after changing, so I just tossed them aside. I should take all of it to the laundry room. Kim Jina and Lee Jieun rolled around on my bed a little longer before deciding to head to the cafeteria for breakfast. They said they’d eat and then go to school. I decided to skip breakfast and head straight to class—after dropping the laundry off first.
“Isn’t the puppy eating breakfast?”
I silently showed Kim Jina the pink pussy hair stuck to the corner of my mouth. She saw it and giggled. “Hehe♡ Did I feed you too much love juice in the shower earlier? Sowwy♡” She pressed her palms together in mock apology. I chuckled and answered, “It was delicious, so it’s fine.” Kim Jina looked slightly surprised. From behind her, Lee Jieun watched us and muttered, “Saying the love juice tasted good… so this meat toilet bastard has finally gone all the way.”
We left my room together. I headed for the laundry room carrying a huge pile of clothes. Kim Jina and Lee Jieun offered to help, saying it looked heavy for a guy, but I waved them off, refusing, and told them to go eat. After sending the two women ahead, I struggled with the heavy bundle, got on the elevator, and pressed the button for the basement floor where the laundry room was.
I worried about running into other people on the way down, but luckily I didn’t meet anyone.
-Ding!-
The elevator reached the basement. I followed the signs to the laundry room. A young woman was working the counter.
“Welcome.”
The pretty woman who looked to be in her early twenties—around my age—greeted me and took the laundry.
“Hello. Ah, thank you.”
“Dropping all of this off?”
“Yes.”
“You look like a first-year. First time using our service?”
“Yes. It is.”
“Then please fill out your name, room number, and so on here and sign. From next time, you don’t have to bring it yourself if it’s inconvenient. Just tell us and we’ll come collect it. Most people drop off new laundry when they pick up the cleaned load. Of course, since male students value their privacy, some still come in person. Do whatever’s convenient.”
The form was titled something like “Laundry Consignment and Management Agreement.” I wrote down my name, room number, grade, class, and other personal details, then signed.
“Yes. All filled out.”
“You checked that there are no valuables inside, right?”
“Yes. I made sure there were no valuables.”
“We check every item individually so we’re not responsible for lost belongings. One moment.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s see… three sets of pillow covers and school uniforms… duvet and bed cover… hmm…? Th-this is…. Sniff, sniff? ……”
The woman counting my laundry paused when she reached the bed cover. She lifted the hand that had been touching it. Thick, sticky white fluid clung to her fingers. She naturally brought it to her nose and inhaled.
…That’s my cum.
My face burned crimson. I hung my head. I had assumed the laundry room was just a place where they threw everything into a giant washing machine. I didn’t realize it offered such meticulous service. Looking around, I saw they provided custom dry-cleaning, premium care packages, and even sewing repairs. They seemed to lend spare clothes and covers if you needed something while you waited.
“……”
“…Excuse me, first-year student. …If you start off like this… this counts as sexual harassment, you know? Just because you’re a man doesn’t mean every vulgar act toward a woman is automatically forgiven. Imagine the genders reversed. A woman handing over laundry drenched in her pussy juice to a male employee. Doesn’t that sound like something that would end up on the news? We all need to observe basic etiquette.”
The young female employee stared at the sticky white semen on her hand. She kept pressing her thumb and index finger together and pulling them apart, checking the viscosity and scent. Even while speaking in an annoyed tone, she examined the cum with intense fascination, sniffing loudly as if she had never seen it before.
“…… I-I’m sorry….”
“…Are you looking down on me because I work in a laundry room? …Is this some kind of deliberate power trip or discrimination?”
“…N-no. …It’s not that. …Th-that’s not it at all…. I’m not that kind of person…. I hate discrimination…. Really….”
“Hmm~ You don’t have to deny it so strongly~”
“…… It really isn’t….”
The young woman looked me up and down slowly. Then a strange, predatory gleam entered her eyes. She licked her lips.
“I’ll check the rest. Socks… and the rest are personal underwear… hmm… here too…. More thick fluid. Understood.”
“……”
“Are there any special garments that require unique cleaning methods? For example, mana-wash cleaning or mana-hair cleaning. I’m asking in advance to prevent problems and clearly establish responsibility later.”
“…N-no. The covers and uniforms were provided by the academy, and the underwear is just regular underwear….”
“Then please sign the quantity confirmation form first. I’ll fill in the numbers. My hand is covered in this viscous liquid, so I can’t hold a pen properly.”
“…… Y-yes. …R-really… I-I’m so sorry….”
I hastily signed the paper she held out and fled the laundry room. My face was on fire; I couldn’t bear to look at her any longer. I had just handed over bed covers and underwear drenched in cum to someone who took her laundry service seriously.
God damn it. If I’d known, I would have at least rinsed the cum and pussy juice off first. I thought they just dumped everything into a huge machine. I had no idea it was such a high-end service where they checked every item individually like a luxury hotel and handled each load with professional care.
With my face still burning, I tried to head to class. But then An Minseo called, demanding to know why I wasn’t there yet. Realizing I was late, I quickly changed direction and hurried toward the An sisters’ house.