Chapter 186: Why Is Getting Hit So Good...?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 186: Why Is Getting Hit So Good...?
“This Class President is disappointed.”
I should have shown a more mature side of myself, but today, that was impossible. I sat on Lee Ji-yeon’s waist while she was face-down in a push-up position, propped my feet up on a desk, and looked around at the rest of the kids in the class, who were all holding the same disciplinary posture.
“Do you think you can win… just by learning the ergonomics of it?”
I delivered a powerful slap to Lee Ji-yeon’s buttocks.
—Spank!
“Uwaaah!”
Teacher Yang let out a cry that sounded suspiciously like a moan of pleasure.
“Ugh… hic… hic….”
“Teacher… we’re sorry… hic….”
“Sniff… our beloved teacher… we’re so sorry….”
Just because Lee Ji-yeon had been hit, the kids started sobbing and sniffing. These brats, who had been all about "fighting" and saying they fought well even after losing the sports festival, were now mourning the sight of Lee Ji-yeon’s thighs trembling as her rear took a beating.
To an outsider, it would look like I was humiliating a female teacher by forcing her into a degrading position and punishing her.
—Wiggle, wiggle.
But these kids didn't seem to realize that Lee Ji-yeon was provocatively raising her hips again, as if begging for another hit.
“Do you think you can win the sports festival just by learning from professional instructors?!”
—Swaaack!
“Huaaaang…!”
Having taken another hit to the rear, Lee Ji-yeon let out a lewd groan.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Class President… I’m sorry… hic…!”
“Ugh… sniff… Teach… we’re sorry…. hic….”
The kids began to wail even more sorrowfully.
There seemed to be a massive misunderstanding, but I didn't bother explaining that I was merely rewarding a bitch.
“Teacher, say something in your defense, huh? You said we could win the sports festival if we learned from those thugs at the gym!”
“T-That’s… our class… everyone won their matches….”
“Don’t make excuses!”
—Swaaack!
“Ahn!”
Lee Ji-yeon’s thighs quivered. No, sitting on top of her, I could even feel a sticky fluid seeping out from her body.
She really was an irredeemable pervert.
“Is it over just because we won?! Huh?! The White Team has to win! Teacher, do you have no sense of community?! Huh?! You have zero sense of community!”
I grabbed Lee Ji-yeon’s horns and repeatedly yanked them back and forth. Her ash-grey hair spilled down, sweeping the floor, but the perverted teacher was enjoying even that.
“The rest of you are the same! Is it over just because you won?! You have seniors! You have juniors! You should have been cheering so they could win! I saw everything! While I was running the relay, you guys weren't even cheering; you were just playing around! Huh?!”
The kids just sobbed while enduring their punishment. Perhaps because this was a different world from where I used to live, their physical strength was absurdly high, so they didn't actually look that tired.
“But… Class President, it was obvious we’d lose to Im Su-yeon…. It was the same last year, and the year before that….”
“Vice Squad Leader. You, come here. No, wait. Teacher, go stand by the chalkboard and grab the edge.”
I almost lost my temper and gave the Vice Squad Leader the paddle, but I overcame it with superhuman patience and pivoted back to paddling the perverted sow of a teacher who loved being hit.
“No! You mean Class President! Teacher did her best!”
The Vice Squad Leader, Alma Berriman, jumped up and shouted.
“Two hits.”
I spoke sternly. Lee Ji-yeon gripped the desk, her buttocks twitching in anticipation. What a total pervert.
“He’s right! You can curse at us, but not at Teach!”
Another brat stood up.
“Four hits.”
I could see Lee Ji-yeon’s legs, clad in heels, trembling.
“Isn't it the Class President's fault for losing to Im Su-yeon?! If you’d won the relay, the White Team would’ve won the whole thing!”
“Eight hits.”
I managed a generous smile.
“It’s the Class President’s fault!!!”
Yet another girl stood up and pointed a finger at me.
“Sixteen.”
“....”
The kids who had stood up began to glance at each other warily.
“Anyone else? We’re only at sixteen hits.”
“...Class President, we were wrong…”
“Thirty-two. Next?”
I thrust the wide, paddle-like object—perfect for spanking—toward the class.
“Everyone… Teacher is fine…! It’s Teacher’s fault…!”
Lee Ji-yeon started acting like a saint.
“Just keep your pussy tight! I’m going to whale on you today until your cheeks look like strawberry jam!”
“Kya, kyaang~!”
—Swaack!
I swung lightly. I could see Lee Ji-yeon’s buttocks ripple slightly beneath her skirt.
“Ugh… huuuuu….”
“Teacher, Teacher… hic… hic….”
The kids started crying again.
—Swaack!
“Uwaaah!”
“It’s because you all messed up that Teacher is getting hit. Understand?”
Lee Ji-yeon’s voice sounded incredibly sweet, but the brats didn't seem to grasp the reality of the situation.
“Hic… Teach… Teach…. huuuu…”
It was easier than using my palms, but because I handled swords so often, I swung the paddle stick as if I were cutting rather than hitting.
—Swaaaack!
“Aaaaahn~!”
Considering the impact force, it was probably weaker than a proper spanking. Lee Ji-yeon was enjoying it so much her ears were turning red.
“Now, keep that pussy tight! There are 29 hits left!”
“Y-Yes, sir…!”
I could see a slight glisten on Lee Ji-yeon’s black stockings, but I silently finished the remaining count.
The kids didn't notice, but the perverted Teacher Yang reached climax five times.
“Hic…. Huuu…. E-Everyone… y-you all…. d-did great…. The W-White Team l-lost, b-but…. W-we… a-all w-won….”
Lee Ji-yeon could barely speak; she clung to the edge of the podium, forcing out words of congratulations for our class's performance at the sports festival.
The kids had cried themselves out and said nothing more.
At first, they had resented me, but because Lee Ji-yeon kept saying things like, “Let’s get revenge on the Blue Team next time~!” and “I’ll work harder for you all~!” while being hit, they began to grit their teeth, thinking about the sports festival next semester.
I raised my hand.
“Yong-hwan… p-please, speak….”
“If your teacher is so precious to you, then don't just focus on the sports festival—study too. Teacher says her second favorite bonus is based on grade rankings, but all you guys think about is playing during vacation.”
The kids were still glaring at me.
“Do those of you dragging down the class average want to stay behind and enroll in the Vice Squad Leader’s ‘Suck-Suck Learning Growth Classroom’?”
The ones who held a slight grudge against me quickly averted their eyes.
“Teacher.”
“Yes… M-Master….”
Lee Ji-yeon had lost her mind, likely having gone too far from the spanking.
“Do you like bonuses, or do you like winning the sports festival?”
“Bonuses…?”
The homeroom teacher, left with nothing but her instincts, blurted out her honest feelings. More than half the class, those dragging down the average, hung their heads.
Lee Ji-yeon took a few deep breaths, and I could see her regaining some of her senses.
“Teacher. Do you like me, or do you like the kids?”
“T-They are all my precious students…. I-I love everyone.”
Lee Ji-yeon straightened her back, pressing her thighs together. Since they were just kids, they didn't seem to realize what kind of state their respected teacher was currently in.
I was confident I could make her say she liked me more—infinitely more, beyond comparison—but if I squeezed the class too hard, someone was bound to rebel. I had no choice but to let it slide.
***
Not long after the sports festival ended, vacation began. Since vacation had started, I was looking forward to playing with my sow properly through some sticky, all-night mating.
“...This, he’s a true genius.”
If only it wasn't for the bass guitar being shoved in front of me. I rolled up my sleeves and pulled the 3-iron out of my bag.
“Hiek…! I-I’m sorry…!”
“Mom, if you did something wrong, you have to get hit. Assume the position. Today… the 3-iron seems a bit much, so I’ll use the 6-iron.”
I pulled a different iron out of the golf bag. I was tempted by the wood, but I felt like I needed the taste of iron today.
“Why do you keep recommending a four-stringed guitar no matter how many times you get hit?”
I swung lightly at the buttocks of the perverted sow, who was voluntarily waiting for the iron.
—Thwack!
“Huat…! B-But… my son is… a b-bass g-genius…. Ah…!”
—Thwack!
The body of the damn Underground Kingdom Princess was incredibly sturdy. I cursed the mana users; even spanking only provided them with mental satisfaction.
Actually, I knew how to use mana too, but since I didn't have techniques like Penetrating Force or Force Emission, I couldn't make her scream in actual pain.
I tossed the roughly bent iron onto the floor. For the record, I only learned golf during P.E. and didn't even know how to swing properly; these were clubs Yuseoha—who didn't even have golf as a hobby—had bought yesterday.
Because she wanted to be hit!
I was certain she’d go onto her gloomy, damp, gutter-trash community and write a long post bragging about how she got hit with a golf club by her son for not doing things right.
I seriously wanted to go home.
“Huuu… are you… not going to hit me more…?”
“It’s no fun. Just show me around the aquarium!”
“You’re just going to bully the kids again….”
It was a misunderstanding to say I was bullying them just because I threw a stone at something interesting while passing by. It wasn't my fault the Water Spirits evaporated from the heat of the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Carp Inner Core or got frozen by the Ice Essence!
“I don't bully the turtle!”
“That child went to the sea to spawn….”
If my beloved Squirtle wasn't there, there was no reason to enter the deep, winding water tank (which supposedly had a path leading to the sea) that smelled like fish and looked like an ant colony.