Ass Spanking (2)
‘Ugh, ughhh. Why the hell am I in this state...’
Yeon Wol felt utterly humiliated by her current situation. Here she was, hands braced against the wall, ass thrust out toward her master—the man who deserved to be torn limb from limb for raping her—while getting spanked like a naughty child. More painful than the sting of his palm was the shame of exposing such a disgraceful sight in front of her mortal enemy.
‘Wait, why do I have to put up with this? I should just do whatever I want. Yeah, pierce that bitch’s heart right through from behind while she’s smirking at me...’
With her magic fully manifested, the demonic nature amplified her desires. The essence of magic was to shun what she didn’t want and indulge only in what she craved. Yeon Wol had always wanted to kill Jin Seoryeong, but after hearing from Baek Jincheon’s own lips about the chaeeum boyang, that woman felt like the enemy of her entire life. What reason was there not to slaughter her mortal foe when they shared the same room?
Her thoughts reaching that point, Yeon Wol slowly turned her head, eyes brimming with killing intent, to pinpoint Jin Seoryeong’s exact position.
“What’s with those eyes?”
She immediately locked gazes with Baek Jincheon’s cold, pitch-black pupils.
“Eek!”
To Yeon Wol, Baek Jincheon was the loving master who had always been gentle and warm in every moment. Even when she had paralyzed him with jeomhyeol and forced herself on him, he had never rejected her—instead, he had embraced her tenderly. In Yeon Wol’s world, Baek Jincheon was an unconditional ally who would never harm her.
“No remorse in those eyes. You look wronged instead.”
Yet now, her lifelong ally, her beloved, her revered master was gazing at her with such icy detachment—as if she were the enemy. Just meeting those dark, chilling eyes shook her world to its core.
Master looking at me like that. Looking at me without a shred of emotion in his eyes.
“Ah, ahh, uwaaa...”
Her breath caught in her throat, tears welled up, her nose stung, and breathing grew labored. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her mind blanking out white. She forgot even her murderous urge toward Jin Seoryeong in the overwhelming terror that Baek Jincheon saw her as an adversary.
“As I said before, I won’t stop spanking your ass until you reflect on your actions.”
But those words from Baek Jincheon’s lips, followed by—
Smack—!!!
His large, thick palm striking her fully exposed ass beneath the hiked-up skirt, made it clear to Jin Seoryeong. He wasn’t glaring at her with enmity; he was disciplining her out of love. Her master hadn’t abandoned her. Spanking with his own hand meant exactly that—an act of affection reserved for those held dear.
With profound relief blooming deep in her heart, Yeon Wol—
“Kyaaack!!!”
—let out a shrill scream at the same time.
Her master’s palm stung like hell. The omnipotent rush from her manifested magic felt like an illusion under that blow, her ass igniting in fiery pain so effortlessly. How could someone not even at a high realm pack such a vicious slap?
Yeon Wol desperately wanted to clutch her ass and hop around to ease the agony, but she couldn’t.
“Hngh, hah, hnghh...”
She was being punished by her beloved master right now. Realizing this spanking stemmed from his affection erased her fear of the situation. Of course, her ass hurt like mad, and she still hated showing this pathetic display to her enemy—but there was no helping it.
“Stick your ass out more.”
“Ugh, uuu...”
“Stick it out!”
“Y-Yes, sirrr!”
His bellow was too terrifying. A master furious enough to quell even the demonic allure of magic was utterly fearsome. It was the first time Yeon Wol had seen Baek Jincheon raise his voice in anger.
Overcome with shame and hesitation, she thrust her ass back at his single shout. Her massive, plump, jiggly yet firm cheeks bore the red imprint of his palm.
“Reflect every time I spank you. Got it?”
“......Ugh.”
“Answer me!”
“Yes, yes!”
No inner energy or technique laced Baek Jincheon’s roar, yet to Yeon Wol, it boomed like thunder and lightning. She was learning for the first time just how frightening her master could be. Yesterday’s spanking had been scary enough, but his raised voice doubled the dread.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Hah, hah, haa. Hngh.”
Terror swelled her heartbeat, and the pounding heart roughened her breaths. Amid the racing pulse and ragged gasps, Yeon Wol felt her body growing hot and sensitive.
Being scolded by her master terrified her, but knowing it came from his love brought a strange sense of relief from deep within. That bizarre state was heating her body and heightening her sensitivity.
Smack—!
“Hik!”
Her sensitized body now detected new sensations amid the spanking’s pure pain. The strike made her pussy and asshole clench instinctively, toes curl tight, hips buck from the agony—but once the palm lifted, another feeling followed.
The lingering warmth of her master’s large, thick hand on her ass.
“Hah. Haa. Hnghh... ♥”
Red handprints matching his palm might have bloomed, or bruises formed. He had marked her body. Just like when she had left lipstick stains on his cock.
Yeon Wol began to feel those handprints as his brand of ownership.
Master’s handprints... It feels like I’ve become his possession.
Originally, Yeon Wol had aimed to claim Baek Jincheon as hers—she had no intention of becoming his. The martial world followed the law of the jungle, and she believed she had surpassed her master. But seeing him raise his voice and enduring his spanking made her realize things were flipping against her wishes.
I was supposed to make Master mine... But at this rate, I’ll end up as his... ♥
Baek Jincheon had always been gentle and warm with her. Every moment they’d shared reinforced that, so Yeon Wol had vaguely assumed he’d always be that way.
But he wasn’t unconditionally soft.
“Have you reflected?”
“Ah... W-Well, Master...”
“Tch.”
Smack—!
“Kyaaack!!”
He knew when to get angry and when to scold—like a true adult. Today, Yeon Wol truly learned her master could be terrifying when provoked.
“Reflected yet?”
And that realization awakened a new sensation she’d never experienced or imagined.
Ugh, ungh. D-Dominant Master... So unfamiliar and scary. But... my heart’s pounding. I want him to scold me more. I hate the pain of the spanking, but that hot, throbbing afterglow afterward... it’s making my body weird... ♥
The joy of submitting to a strong man, of being dominated.
Yeon Wol realized her pussy had soaked through her panties completely. Long before her mind grasped the pleasure of being dominated, her body had already drowned in it.
W-What’s this? B-Body, why are you like thiiis♥ This makes me a total♥ masochistic defeat-slut♥
Her ass-spanked body in full heat, Yeon Wol’s pussy twitched as she came lightly.
“I’ll ask again. Have you reflected?”
At Baek Jincheon’s emotionless question, Yeon Wol shuddered and answered.
“A-A little♥”
Her pure white panties drenched, her reddened ass quivering from his spanks—that was her reply. Not just “Yes,” but “A little.” Pure defiance in anyone’s eyes, so Baek Jincheon silently slapped her ass again.
Smack—!!!
“Kyaaahng♥!!!”
Now aware of the joy in submission, Yeon Wol’s shrill scream carried a sweet undertone even as she wailed. A subtle lilt only a woman defeated by a man could know—one men couldn’t detect.
“......”
In that room, only Jin Seoryeong—who had cum endlessly last night, her womb battered into submission by Baek Jincheon’s cock—could sense the lust in that voice.
Smack—!
“Hngiiik♥!!!”
“......Tch.”
Jin Seoryeong clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, watching Yeon Wol buck her hips and tremble her legs under the spanking—unwittingly huffing aroused breaths through her nose, rubbing her thighs together.