My Disciple Doesn't Bite (1)
There was one glaring flaw in the original plan of sticking close to Yeon Wol and suppressing her magic through intercourse.
It was this: if anyone else discovered her magic, the whole thing would be for nothing. In the Central Plains, still scarred from the Demon Church's uprising eight years ago, any demon was a public enemy to be beheaded on sight. So the most crucial part of her treatment was ensuring no one ever found out Yeon Wol harbored magic.
But she'd been found out. And not by just anyone—by Jin Seoryeong, no less.
During that Demon Church uprising eight years back, Jin Seoryeong had been a mere seventeen, yet her innate talent and relentless effort had placed her at the forefront, clashing swords with the demons. Her skill was so extraordinary that no one dared dismiss her for her age. If anything, as time wore on, more and more righteous warriors came to rely on her, and by the uprising's end, she'd even been given command of the Cheonma Corps.
Jin Seoryeong was an expert demon slayer. The kind who could lop off a demon's head as casually as pulling a coin from her pouch.
So when she discovered Yeon Wol was a demon, all my carefully laid plans went up in smoke. That's why I launched Plan B.
"Come here at once. This is your master's command."
It was the "Our Disciple Doesn't Bite" plan—designed to show the world I could handle Yeon Wol.
Demons, of course, were slaves to their desires, and Yeon Wol was no exception, lost to her demonic nature. She was little more than a beast at this point. And beasts couldn't be tamed with human reasoning.
"This master has realized today that words alone won't suffice. Your bottom needs a good spanking."
To control a demon like Yeon Wol, I had to wield carrot and stick with the precision of a beast trainer. While other demons drew their killing intent from raw bloodlust, Yeon Wol's desires stemmed from her lust for me. I'd realized this last night when she'd pounced on me, and that revelation sparked a brilliant way to handle her: satisfy her desires while educating her at the same time.
"As I just said, take off your skirt and underwear completely. Then lay your belly across my lap, bottom up, so I can spank you easily."
To fulfill the lust-born desires, I'd have to get lewd right back. Normally, I'd be blushing furiously, my mouth dry with embarrassment, barely able to speak. But right now, my head throbbed and my stomach churned, leaving no room for shame. That let me issue the orders with stern, solemn gravity.
Alright. Time to walk the tightrope over hell—one slip, and it's all over.
※'Wh-what the hell is Baek Jincheon doing? Saying that in that state—has the pain addled his brain or something?'
Jin Seoryeong couldn't make sense of the scene unfolding before her. She'd drawn her sword upon realizing her beloved Baek Jincheon's disciple was a demon, only for this madness to erupt right in front of her. Her reaction was perfectly reasonable.
But in One-Eyed Village, two-eyed folks were the weird ones.
"U-ugh... Y-yes, Master... Your disciple obeys..."
"What."
Jin Seoryeong reeled in confusion as Yeon Wol—who'd been glaring with demonic fury just moments ago—meekly obeyed Baek Jincheon.
Shhrrk.Shhrrk.
"Nngh♥ Th-there, Master... all off."
Yeon Wol stripped off her skirt and panties as ordered. Her bare pussy was already drenched, steaming with heat.
'Master told me to strip first. ♥ So fucking hot♥'
Baek Jincheon's command to bare herself had aroused her beyond measure. And with his pants off too, his cock was fully exposed. Laying belly-down across his crossed legs meant grinding her lower belly against it. The mere thought had her pussy clenching, so she shed her clothes without hesitation.
"H-hold on. What in the world are you—"
"Now come here."
"Y-yes♥"
Jin Seoryeong tried to speak amid the absurdity, but Baek Jincheon and Yeon Wol were lost in their own world. Though she was in the same room, her voice didn't reach them.
"Ugh... What the actual fuck is going on."
Irritated at being ignored, Jin Seoryeong gripped her sword tighter and grumbled, but she didn't intervene. Baek Jincheon was deadly serious. The way he prepared to spank his adult female disciple's bare ass with such stern dignity meant there had to be a reason for it. That's the kind of man she knew him to be.
'Fine, let's see you through. If things go south, I'll step in.'
So, sword at the ready, Jin Seoryeong decided to watch the insanity play out. It was possible only because it was Baek Jincheon doing this.
"Now, lie down."
"Ah."
Yeon Wol's heart skipped at his grave tone.
'Wh-what? Why's Master's voice so strict? Something feels off...'
It felt like he really meant to punish her.
"Hurry."
"R-right? Y-yes♥"
'No way. He's pantsless too, cock right there. Punishing me like that? Doesn't make sense. Especially not Master. Stop overthinking and get down there—feel that cock pressing my belly♥'
But her demonic nature clouded her judgment. Burning only with the desire to rub against his cock, she draped her belly over his crossed legs.
Squish—
"Hiiing♥"
As she lay down, his cock pressed firmly against her lower belly. It wasn't fully erect—just morning-wood level—but hard enough to grind deliciously.
"I'm going to spank your bottom now. Lift it higher."
While Yeon Wol squirmed, pussy winking against his cock, Baek Jincheon commanded her with unwavering sternness.
She shuddered at his words. She hadn't expected him to be this serious about spanking her.
'He's really gonna do it. Whatever, how bad could it hurt? ...Okay, the last one stung because I let my guard down. Master's delicate—if I put even a little internal energy in my ass, it won't hurt him. Might even rebound and hurt his palm, so I gotta watch that.'
Yeon Wol had lived with Baek Jincheon for seven years and never been truly hit by him. At most, a playful flick that made her heart flutter, never pain. She'd long surpassed the limits he'd shown her, so his palm held no fear. She worried more about bruising his hand with her fortified ass.
"Y-yes♥ Lifting my bottom nowww♥"
Resolving to control her energy so neither hurt, she drew her knees in, raising her bottom higher. The lessened pressure on her belly from his cock was a shame, but it was fine. Obeying her bottomless Master was arousing enough. No matter how she sliced it, this was one hell of a reward.
But that complacent thought—
"Then, here it comes. With each spank, confess what you did wrong and reflect on it."
"Reflect...? I didn't really do anything wron—"
Smack—!
"Kyaaahkgh?!!"
—evaporated in an instant.
"A-aaaahh...!"
The jolt shot from her ass, racing up her spine to thump her heart and explode in her brain. Despite her energy barrier, his palm pierced it effortlessly, stamping a red handprint on her pale cheek. As her toes curled, pussy clenched, and she bit her lip unconsciously in the overwhelming pain, Baek Jincheon spoke in that same stern voice.
"First offense: you ignored your master's order to stay home and wait. Reflect on it."
"H-hngh, hngh... M-Master..."
"Reflect properly, as I commanded. Or do you want another?"
At those words, Yeon Wol finally realized this wasn't a reward—it was punishment.
And so Baek Jincheon's "Our Disciple Doesn't Bite. I'll Make Sure of It" plan began.