Our Disciple Doesn't Bite (2)
SMACK-!!!
"Hiiyaak!!!"
Another slap landed on her soft, plump buttocks, still throbbing from the previous strike. Yeon Wol's toes curled involuntarily, her pussy clenching tight, tears welling up in her eyes.
What the hell is this? Even wrapping myself in internal energy does nothing. Why is Master's hand so damn stinging?!
Yeon Wol couldn't comprehend the pain she was feeling right now. The Baek Jincheon she'd lived with for seven years had always been gentle, but never truly strong. He was the kind of man who hadn't swung the sword hanging on the wall even once in all that time. His training as a master was never harsh, and the martial realm he demonstrated as an example was something she could surpass with ease.
So she'd thought her fragile master needed her protection—that she had to keep him tied down at home, safe from the world's dangers, and shield him forever.
"Have you reflected on your actions?"
"Ha, haa, huaa, haeut...."
The master spanking her ass right now showed no trace of the weakness she'd sensed over those seven years. The first slap had been measured, as if he feared hurting his own hand, but from the second onward, there was no such mercy. Even as she poured all her internal energy into protecting her buttocks, Baek Jincheon's palm pierced through effortlessly, delivering searing pain.
"Your master is asking you. Have you reflected?"
"Hik! M-Master...."
Baek Jincheon's voice was the same flat baritone as always, utterly emotionless, yet to Yeon Wol, it boomed like thunder. Her heart pounded unpleasantly, her gaze dropped to the floor, her bladder contracted, making her suddenly desperate to pee. What she felt now was pure terror—the fear a child feels when scolded by an adult, a dread everyone experiences at least once. And Yeon Wol was feeling it for the first time today.
Abandoned at birth, she'd lived as a pitiful orphan until age thirteen, when Baek Jincheon had picked her up. Even after that, seven years had passed without a single serious scolding like this. That was why this terror was so new to her.
What... what is this feeling? I don't know this. I hate it. Why is Master doing this to me?
Overwhelmed by unfamiliar fear, Yeon Wol was deeply confused. If she could think straight, she might have made a more rational judgment, but right now, drunk on demonic qi, her reason had fled, leaving only instinct. And so, in this situation, she did exactly what she shouldn't.
"U, uuut. It's Master's fault for coming back so late! I was worried about you....!"
She talked back while being punished.
SMACK-!
"Aahuk??!!"
Her defiance naturally earned her more punishment. Baek Jincheon's palm struck her ass without hesitation, wrenching another vulgar scream from her lips. One slap made her pussy clench in pain; three in a row had her buttocks burning like fire, driving her mad.
"Huiiiing...."
The more she was hit, the more wronged she felt; the more wronged, the more tears flowed; the tears made her nose sting, and childish sobs escaped her mouth. A twenty-year-old adult woman making such noises while getting her ass spanked was utterly unbecoming, but Yeon Wol, lost in demonic qi, felt no shame for it.
Just as she burst into tears and wailed pitifully, Baek Jincheon spoke in his usual emotionless tone.
"Once you've repented your wrongs and said you've reflected, I'll forgive you."
"Eh?"
"I'll ask again. Ignoring your master's words and running out of the house. Have you reflected?"
Forgiveness if she reflected? In this atmosphere, crying would just earn another slap, so Yeon Wol swallowed her sobs and tried to reflect. Thinking it over, she realized she wasn't entirely blameless. As a disciple, obeying her master's words like heaven's decree was only natural, and she'd violated that.
"S-Sorry, Master. Even after hearing your words, I ignored them and went down the mountain."
"Good. Will you obey this master properly from now on?"
"Yes, I will...."
Yeon Wol sincerely repented her mistake and apologized to Baek Jincheon. She even promised to listen better next time.
"Good girl."
"Ehehe...."
As Yeon Wol reflected genuinely, warmth crept into Baek Jincheon's voice—the gentle tone she'd heard every day for seven years, the one she adored. Hearing it calmed her racing heart, freed her gaze, relaxed her contracted bladder, filling her with relief. The tightness in her chest eased into sweet liberation, and for the first time, the joy of forgiveness after punishment made her lips curve into a silly grin.
But this was merely the appetizer. The real reward for her reflection was something else.
"Look at those handprints on your ass. Must hurt a lot, huh?"
"Huh? Oh, y-yes. It hurts...."
"I'll stroke it for you. That'll make the pain fade a bit."
"Ue?"
Baek Jincheon gently caressed Yeon Wol's buttocks, where his vivid red handprints stood out sharply.
Smooth. Smoooth.
"A-ahut♥ Wh-what's this♥ Uuuk♥ I-I didn't know♥ Th-this feels weird♥"
Her ass, hypersensitive from three harsh slaps and burning even at rest, ignited a pleasure she'd never felt before, racing up her spine. Each time Baek Jincheon's palm glided over the smooth, soft flesh, heat surged through her back, her pussy clenched on its own, toes curling tight. The physical reactions mirrored the spanks, but the sensation was the complete opposite.
Smooth. Smoooth.
"M-Master♥ It's s-sensitive♥ My ass got spanked by you so it's sensitive♥ Stroking it like that♥ Huuut♥"
Her pussy leaked juices with wet pops, her womb dropping instinctively—the caresses were that stimulating. Just stroking her ass shouldn't make her body heat up like this. She'd reflect a thousand times if this was the reward. But then, as Baek Jincheon continued stroking, he spoke.
"Let me tell you while I stroke. Your second mistake: you harbored killing intent toward another and tried to strike them down. That's clearly wrong. Reflect on it."
Unlike with the first mistake, Baek Jincheon didn't spank her this time. He wasn't following his own rule of slapping with each wrong listed, but that was fine.
"U, uut. No! That wasn't my fault! That bitch tried to assault you first!"
SMACK-!
"Kyaaahuk?!?"
He hadn't expected instant reflection anyway.
"I'll say it again. Harboring killing intent and attempting murder is wrong. If I hadn't woken up, something irreversible would have happened. Reflect. Or I'll hit you again."
"Huuut...."
The hand that had just caressed her so tenderly now slapped her ass again, the shock multiplied several times, making her body tremble violently. But despite the far greater pain, Yeon Wol didn't submit like before.
"No! I'm not wrong! The fault lies with that bitch who tried to rape a defenseless Master!"
She had justification. Punishing the lewd woman who tried to devour her master—that was a disciple's duty and the way of the jianghu.
Her justification was righteous, but it fell on deaf ears with Baek Jincheon.
"Didn't you rape me while I was defenseless too, Yeon Wol?"
"Ah."
Her reason for killing Jin Seoryeong stemmed from Baek Jincheon having suffered the same from Yeon Wol.
"I'm the victim, and I didn't punish you. What right do you have to punish someone who did the same as you?"
"......"
It was irrefutable logic. Baek Jincheon had been acupointed by his disciple Yeon Wol, rendered helpless, and fucked—yet he hadn't punished her. He'd forgiven and embraced her instead. For Yeon Wol, who received such mercy, to punish Jin Seoryeong for the same reason? That went against propriety.
"I know your heart is for your master's sake. But I'm fine. Besides, Seoryeong isn't the type to do that just because she's horny...."
Having lectured her with pure logic, Baek Jincheon tried to soothe her with empathy. But his words didn't finish.
"Master, why are you calling that woman by her name?"
"What?"
Yeon Wol's icy voice cut him off.
"What the hell is she to you that you'd forgive her even after she nearly raped you unconscious, and believe she wouldn't do it for no reason? Huh? Answer me. I'm asking."
"Well, as for what she is to me...."
Suddenly hit with that heavy, cold, sticky tone—the same as last night just before she'd been about to fuck him—Baek Jincheon started to answer. But again, he couldn't finish.
"No, forget it. I don't wanna hear. It'll just piss me off. Fine, I'll just kill that bitch right here and everything'll go back to normal. Yeah, that's what I'll do."
Demonic qi dripping from her entire body, Yeon Wol unleashed killing intent toward Jin Seoryeong. With a feral aura ready to lunge any second, she planted her hands on the floor and tried to rise from Baek Jincheon's lap.
Thud.
But Baek Jincheon's right hand gripped the back of her neck, pressing her down into a pathetic prone position.
"Yeon Wol. You're really hopeless."
"L-Let go! Hurry!"
"This'll hurt."
SMACK-!!!
And with his left hand, he struck once more.
"......"
Not her ass, but her soft, plump, warm pussy mound.
"Hiiit...."
Thud.
Letting out a deflating whimper, Yeon Wol rolled her eyes back and passed out. The impact far exceeded what her body could handle, forcing her brain to sever consciousness.
Thus, Yeon Wol—the demonic criminal of the martial world, reappearing in the Central Plains after seven years—was utterly defeated: four spanks on the ass, one on the pussy.
Dribble....
From her unconscious pussy leaked a trickle of surrender urine.
"Hoo."
Having successfully subdued his demonic-qi-drunk disciple, Baek Jincheon turned his gaze to the room's other occupant.
"How was it?"
Jin Seoryeong could only do one thing in response to Baek Jincheon puffing out his chest proudly.
"How was what?! Y-You lunatic! What kind of master-disciple relationship is this? And getting raped by your own disciple?! Baek Jincheon, what the hell have you been doing all this time?!"
She unleashed all the questions she'd bottled up.
Faced with the torrent, Baek Jincheon chuckled dryly.
"S-Seoryeong. Sorry, but... my body's acting weird."
"Huh?"
"Kuhak...."
"Wh-what?!"
As Baek Jincheon suddenly vomited blood, Jin Seoryeong's mind went blank.
R-right. Internal injuries. Treat the internal injuries first.
Her whitened mind fixed on one thing: resuming the chaeeum boyang she'd been interrupted from earlier. Decision made, Jin Seoryeong grabbed Baek Jincheon's nape and flung him onto the bed.
Thud. Crash!
Yeon Wol tumbled off his lap onto the floor, but Jin Seoryeong ignored it.
"L-Listen, Baek Jincheon! I'm gonna fuck you now. It's to save your life, so understand!"
Now, at last, the chaeeum boyang could begin without interruption from anyone.