Loving Discipline and the Demon's Resurrection
As a reward, I'll stroke that ass of yours nice and rough—smack!!
"Hiiing♥ I'm sorryyy♥ I was wronnng♥"
After spanking her ass another seven times or so, Yeon Wol finally poured out her apologies. Her legs trembled like those of a newborn fawn, her whole body twitching, her tear-filled eyes quivering. She'd openly rebelled earlier, claiming she hadn't reflected enough, but the body had its limits, after all.
"What did you do wrong?"
"I harbored killing intent toward the benefactor who saved Sifu's lifeee♥ I'm so sorryyy♥"
Her once snow-white ass now covered in my handprints, bright red, Yeon Wol had properly realized her mistake and reflected on it. Spanking a disciple hurt my heart, but it was the only way to control her now that her magic had manifested. Words meant nothing to those enthralled by demonic nature.
"Good. Well done."
I'd punished her to make her reflect, and she had—so now it was time for her reward. Demons were like beasts; clear rewards and punishments were essential for proper training.
"You can let go of the wall and push that ass back now."
"Y-yes, th-thank youuu♥"
At my words that the spanking was over, Yeon Wol expressed her gratitude, released her hands from the wall, and tried to stand straight.
"Eek?!"
But as she straightened her waist, she wobbled and nearly fell, quickly bracing herself against the wall again as she panted breathlessly. Her legs must have gone weak from the spanking; even standing seemed difficult.
"S-Sifu... m-my le-legs are too weak... I can't stannnd..."
It wasn't just her legs—her tongue was loose too. I'd planned for her to straighten up, spread her arms, and let me embrace her freely, but in this state, she couldn't hug me back. So instead, I approached her first, wrapping one arm around her slender waist and pulling her close.
Whoosh!
"Hweh? S-Sifu?"
"Yeon Wol. I'm sorry for the spanking. I don't like saying this, but it's all for your sake. Don't think I hate you or anything."
Every time a red handprint bloomed on her pale ass, it felt like a palm-shaped hole punched in my heart. Making the disciple I'd cherished for seven years scream from an ass-beating was exhausting on every level. But this was the only way to control and discipline her awakened magic. It was a master's duty.
"...Ehehe. Sifu, I know. There's no way you'd hate me. So you don't need to apologize like that."
Thank goodness—she understood my heart.
"I won't misunderstand you again, so whenever I stray, correct me strictly like today."
She rested her chin on my chest, hugged my back tightly, and looked up at me with those pretty red eyes.
No trace of magic emanated from her now. The spanking had successfully suppressed it. Suppressing magic meant her desires were somewhat sated; she must have realized my feelings while taking the hits. Probably something like, 'It hurts Sifu more to spank me than it hurts me to get spanked.' She'd felt my love through the discipline and fulfilled her desires with it. Such a praiseworthy, kind disciple—far too good for me.
"Yeon Wol..."
"Sifu...♥"
Deeply moved that my method was right and that she cared for me this much, I met her gaze.
"For such a good girl, I'll stroke that ass nice and rough as a reward."
"...Pardon?"
I decided to give her the reward I'd prepared: ass-stroking.
"It must hurt and burn from the spanking. My hands are healing palms, so it'll get much better."
"W-wait, Sifu! I-I'm not mentally ready yet...!"
I channeled internal energy into my palm and gently stroked her flushed, sweat-soaked ass.
"Higiik?!♥♥♥"
As the energy seeped into her swollen cheeks, Yeon Wol arched her back, gritted her teeth, and rose on tiptoes. It wasn't voluntary—a reflexive reaction. Her already sensitive ass tensed up from the sudden influx, nerves and muscles contracting instinctively.
Smooth.Smoooth.Smooth.
"It's burning up. Must've hurt a lot. But it'll get better as I stroke it."
"Hioot♥♥ Hiiiik♥♥♥ N-nooo♥ Don't whisper so sweetly while caressing my sensitive ass like thaaat♥♥ Huook♥♥♥"
To keep the wobbly Yeon Wol from falling, I held her slim waist firmly with my left arm and kept stroking her warm, soft ass with my right. As I did, I felt clumps of internal energy in her ass muscles. Energy that should have circulated her body had stalled from the impacts and bunched up. Leaving it would cause knots, so I extended my fingers and focused my energy.
Squiiiish—
"Huook♥ Wh-what...♥"
Pressing the knotted spot, she looked up at me with wide eyes. I met her red gaze and smiled kindly.
"Your energy's knotted. I'll loosen it."
"N-no, it's fine. I-I can handle it later... myself..."
"No need to refuse. Yeon Wol."
Now back to her senses, she politely worried about my hand's fatigue, but I was a swordsman. Loosening a disciple's soft ass wouldn't tire me out.
I twirled my energy-focused fingers, pressing firmly.
"Hiiiiiik♥ My sensitive ass is getting pressed by Sifu and I'm gonna cuuuum♥♥♥"
From my heartfelt acupressure, she rolled her eyes back, bucked her hips, pursed her lips, and shuddered violently.
Spiiiish—!
A strong jet of fluid sprayed out, and I felt her pants grow warm and wet. Just from the stroking and acupressure, Yeon Wol had squirted in climax.
"Hu... hueee♥"
I looked down at her, cheek pressed to my chest, twitching in aftershocks.
"...Hmm."
It seemed kidnapping Seoryeong and hitting the road would have to wait a few hours.
※ In a dank cavern thick with the stench of blood.
"...Hah?!"
In the center of a blood-filled lake, an old man in rags—who'd sat utterly still—snapped open his closed eyes and gazed skyward.
Though deep in the dark cave, his gaze pierced a hole in the ceiling leading to the surface. Through it, he could behold the heavens even from the abyss. A full moon hung in the night sky, its light pouring through the hole onto him alone, making him glow red amid the pitch black.
"The oracle. The moon's oracle... The vessel has opened its eyes."
The old man raised his trembling arms in prayer to the moon, like worshiping a god.
"The time to restart the grand scheme has come...!"
His words were a declaration to the world.
"The moment to avenge the failure from seven years ago has arrived!"
He straightened his kneeling knees and slowly rose. His legs were skeletal from years of sitting amid dust-caked rags, his body quaking, but he succeeded in standing.
"I shall subjugate the world once more under His name!"
The upright elder stomped once in the blood lake's center. The blood swirled like a vortex, surging toward him.
Kwaaaaang!!!
The sanguine whirlwind engulfed him, shrinking rapidly. When it vanished without a drop left, the frail old man was gone.
"Hoo..."
One of the Demon Church's archbishops who terrorized the world during the uprising eight years ago. The Heavenly Demon's right hand, Hon Cheon Goma Ma Wongi, stood alone.
In the pitch-black cavern, Ma Wongi’s gray eyes gleamed as he commanded.
"Yeopsa-dan, bring me the daughter of Wi Cheonma."
Instant reply echoed from the darkness.
"Understood! We obey!"
The demonic awakening that had shaken the entire martial world eight years prior was beginning anew.