Butt Spanking (1)
Jin Seoryeong had chosen to be kidnapped by me, but even so, she remained the leader of the Cheonma Corps. She was simply leaving Yeon Wol alone right now because she trusted me; if I ever lost control of Yeon Wol, she would immediately fulfill her duties as the Corps leader. This current situation was precisely the trial for her as the leader, and since I had decided to be with Seoryeong, I had no choice but to face this trial.
It didn't matter whether Seoryeong was watching or not. Managing Yeon Wol, whose demonic qi had manifested, was something I had to do eventually anyway.
To teach Yeon Wol how to control her demonic qi, I first had to make it manifest. You couldn't control it without sensing it first, after all. So, in that sense, Seoryeong creating this situation wasn't so bad for me either. I needed practice controlling Yeon Wol with her demonic qi awakened.
"Master, get away from that bitch right now. It's hard to beat her ass with you standing there."
Yeon Wol growled like a wild beast, radiating killing intent toward Seoryeong. It was such intense malice that just facing it made my skin prickle; if left alone, Yeon Wol would undoubtedly unleash lethal strikes on Seoryeong without a second thought. For a demon, killing was merely a means to an end.
"I was planning to anyway."
But that posed no problem at all. I was right there beside Yeon Wol.
I approached her, recalling last night when her demonic qi had first erupted.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Even in her demonic qi-induced haze, some instinct remained that she shouldn't harm me, so Yeon Wol merely growled as I drew near without making the first move. While she faced off against Seoryeong, I was able to approach her side with surprising ease.
Once I reached Yeon Wol, I turned to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her.
"Master! You get it too, right? That slut's head is full of nothing but thoughts of jumping you and fucking you! As expected of my master!"
Seeing me stand beside her and glare at Seoryeong, Yeon Wol seemed to have badly misunderstood. She apparently thought I was joining her in hostility toward Seoryeong.
But it was just a misunderstanding. I hadn't lined up with her to antagonize Seoryeong, of course.
"What are you talking about? I stood here to punish you."
"Huh?"
Smack—!!!
I had positioned myself next to Yeon Wol to spank her ass.
"Higyaaak?!!"
Caught off guard by the sudden spanking, Yeon Wol screamed and reflexively clutched her butt. With her waist thrust forward, hands gripping her rear as she wailed in pain, it was clear spanking was highly effective.
"H-Hurgh... Why'd you hit me! It hurts!"
"That's why I hit you—to make it hurt."
"Urgh... Master, you're not taking that slut's side, are you? No way. How could you? I'm your one and only precious disciple, and that bitch is the would-be rapist who tried to assault you in your sleep!"
Yeon Wol's reaction was completely different from yesterday's spanking. Clutching her freshly struck butt, she looked betrayed, tears welling in her eyes as she talked back to me. Yesterday, she'd admitted her wrongs while taking the hits, but after a day and her demonic qi awakening, it seemed she'd forgotten it all.
Did she not even realize what she'd done wrong now? Our road ahead seemed long; a sigh escaped me naturally. But abandoning a struggling disciple wasn't the way of a master. I stripped all emotion from my voice and expression as I spoke to her.
"Didn't you admit your wrongs yourself yesterday? So why repeat the same mistake? Was your apology then just a lie to get out of trouble?"
"Eut..."
At my words, Yeon Wol clamped shut the mouth she'd been using to talk back so fiercely moments ago. She seemed to recall lying belly-down over my knee, getting her ass spanked.
This reaction showed yesterday's discipline hadn't been entirely pointless.
"Th-That was that, and this is this! She hooked her arm with yours first, so why am I the only one getting...!"
Faced with my ironclad logic, Yeon Wol's momentum faltered, but she still mumbled excuses in a shrinking voice. She looked just like a child ruled more by emotion than reason. Holding back a laugh at my twenty-year-old disciple acting like a hormonal teen was a struggle.
"Fine, Seoryeong just hooked her arm with mine. That's all it was. So how did you react? Even I, not the target, felt your skin-prickling killing intent. Do you really think that was the right thing to do?"
"U-Ugh. You're my master! Why's she casually hooking arms with you? You know I hate that!"
"I am your master, but I'm not your possession. You have no claim on me to follow. On the contrary, you must follow me. Because I'm your master, and you're my disciple."
"Uuuugh...!"
Yeon Wol clenched her fists tight and flailed them up and down, venting her frustration at words she clearly hated. It was so cute I nearly cracked a smile, but this was discipline time. One slip in expression would ruin the hard-won atmosphere.
"Don't like your master acting like this?"
I gritted my teeth to maintain a blank face, then asked in a voice utterly devoid of warmth.
"Yes! I hate it! Don't take her side! The disciple you love is me! Not that slut!"
In response to my question, Yeon Wol shot back instantly, baring her hostility toward Seoryeong once more. Good—it was hostility now, not outright killing intent. Confirming that discipline worked even on her demonic haze, I brought up yesterday.
"Alright, Yeon Wol. I get why you feel hostile toward Seoryeong. What you saw yesterday was plenty misleading. But Seoryeong didn't pounce on me out of lust—she did it to save my life."
It was natural for Yeon Wol to resent her, not knowing the truth. To an outsider, yesterday's Seoryeong had looked every bit the lustful predator. But it was a misunderstanding.
"What do you mean?"
"As you know, I was internally injured. It worsened overnight, reaching a point last night where it nearly killed me."
"Eut..."
My injury was from the acupoint strike Yeon Wol had landed. Knowing that, she fell silent, out of excuses.
"To heal that injury, Seoryeong had to mount me. It was the only way. Yes, Chaeeum Boyang."
"..."
"She did it to save me, so clear up the misunderstanding. Seoryeong isn't some slut. She's my lifesaver. So from now on, don't be so hostile and..."
"Master, what did you just say?"
"Hm?"
I'd thought she was quietly accepting my words with her mouth shut, but the atmosphere shifted oddly. Her subsided hostility surged back—not just to the start, but far denser killing intent.
"You did Chaeeum Boyang? You mean that bitch actually fucked you?"
"Like I said, it was to save my life..."
"I don't wanna hear it! You're mine, your body's for me only... I marked your cock all over with my scent! And she defiled it. I can't forgive that."
Crunch.
Crack crunch.
Crunch...
The densest, most voluminous demonic qi yet poured from Yeon Wol's body.
"...Tch."
Even Seoryeong, who'd chosen to trust me, clicked her tongue and drew the sword from the wall—the demonic qi leaking from Yeon Wol was that ominous. Anyone could see she was a dangerously unhinged demon now.
But to me, she was still just my lovable disciple.
"You little—!"
Smack—!!!!
I didn't hesitate, swinging my open palm to smack Yeon Wol's ass hard.
"Kyaaak!"
Yeon Wol, filling the room with tension and dripping demonic qi, clutched her butt again at the single spank, letting out a cute squeal. Her momentum shattered instantly, the needle-sharp killing intent vanishing.
But I had no intention of stopping. I'd just seen with my own eyes that words alone wouldn't convince her—if it didn't sit right, she'd rampage again.
"A-Ahh... Hitting the same spot again, Master?!"
"Yeon Wol, hands on the wall. Stick out your ass."
To the whining Yeon Wol, I issued the order in a voice not just emotionless, but icy cold.
"M-Master...?"
At my sudden shift, Yeon Wol looked up with trembling eyes. Before, she'd have melted into sobs at the mere sight, but no more. She was a demon now, a beast that could snap any moment.
Demons were tamed not with words, but actions.
"Hands on the wall—stick out your ass! Now!"
"Hic! Y-Yes, sir!"
For the first time, I yelled at Yeon Wol. She flinched in shock, then scrambled to the wall, planting her hands and thrusting out her ass.
"Words don't get through to you, so the master must use his hand directly. I won't stop until you truly repent."
"H-Hurgh..."
With that, I hiked up Yeon Wol's skirt, then swung at the plump rear barely covered by her pure white panties.
Smack—!!!
"Hihic!"
This was the first method to control Yeon Wol.
Butt spanking.