Chapter 90
Chapter 90
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: Puppy (5)
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It really wouldn't come out. This was the first time it wouldn't come out despite being so desperate.
This desperate, yet her body remained rigid to the end.
-Step.
The seventh step.
She couldn't help but panic.
She had made up her mind, but it still wouldn't come out?
She said,
"S-Stuttering... I mean, I'm not lying... M-Master... I want to do it... It really won't come out. What do I do?"
Her voice cracked with near-tearful desperation.
"You're still bound by the pretense of being an Emei Sect nun. I told you to truly believe you're my puppy? Is it that hard to pee where your owner designated?"
"I'm trying my best!"
-Snap!
"Ugh!"
Han Seojin yanked the leash.
"Watch your tone, Wol."
"Eeek...!"
Cheongwol felt like a complete fool.
Even a newborn baby could do it—why couldn't she?
Her body felt broken.
Her bladder was about to burst, yet nothing would come out.
It hurt. It was confusing.
It was frustrating.
Maybe the Buddha statue was the problem.
No matter what, doing that to Buddha filled her with intense revulsion.
Even knowing it wasn't really Buddha made no difference.
Cheongwol pleaded,
"C-Could you at least remove the Buddha statue?"
"No. We have to get revenge, right?"
"Master...! You're really... really going to hell...!"
"If it was someone who'd send you to hell over a bit of pee for revenge, they wouldn't be called Buddha, would they?"
Unable to find a retort, Cheongwol looked down again.
Come out already.
She thought to herself.
Just moments ago, she could've done her business from a distance where Han Seojin wouldn't hear.
Now, it was close enough for him to even smell it.
...Maybe even close enough for him to see over her shoulder.
...Please come out. If it's any later...
-Step.
The eighth step.
Han Seojin's shadow loomed over her.
In extreme tension, her legs trembled uncontrollably.
Her legs ached from squatting so long.
The closer he got, the less it would come out—but the closer he got, the more she had to do it.
It was already too late. She couldn't delay any longer.
She had to do it.
If he got any closer, he'd see her even uglier state.
If she couldn't do it here, Han Seojin would take that leather knife and go.
Flames of obsession ignited in Cheongwol's eyes.
She glared at the two items.
The gift Tang Soran had carefully chosen.
The Buddha statue symbolizing the Emei Sect.
...Right.
The two things she hated most were right there beneath her.
The two culprits tormenting her lately.
Let go of the guilt.
It's not Buddha in front of her, nor Tang Soran.
It's just a statue, and the leather knife is just a leather knife. An object.
Punish them. Get revenge.
The monster inside her had actually been whispering since earlier.
Peeing on those two things would feel so refreshing.
It would bring an immense sense of liberation.
"Ughhh...!"
Cheongwol bowed her head.
And she sincerely tried to pee.
"...I can't."
But in the end, Cheongwol whispered in a tearful voice.
It wouldn't come out.
What was she supposed to do when it just wouldn't come out?
She'd tried everything she could.
She'd really, truly tried her hardest.
But how? Her body felt broken—it really wouldn't come.
After exhausting every effort, the word "give up" crept in.
Her chest sank darkly.
Yeah, this was how it always ended.
Maybe Han Seojin had given an impossible order on purpose, to sever ties with her?
That's why he'd done this.
Though exhausted, Cheongwol thought of the resolve she'd felt back at the inn.
Give up.
Giving up brought relief. Han Seojin... all of this...
Not having to pee on the Buddha statue eased her mind a bit.
With Han Seojin so close now, she felt even less like doing it.
Cheongwol slowly raised her head.
Han Seojin was still two steps behind.
"...I'll give up—"
-Grasp!!
The moment the word "give up" left her lips, a massive male body swiftly approached from behind and wrapped around hers.
Rough, heavy, and forceful, it embraced her as if enveloping her.
His hot breath wetted her ear.
"Even whether you give up..."
Cheongwol's thoughts froze. Her mind went blank.
She was squatting without her undergarments... and he'd grabbed her.
While that happened, Han Seojin's hand pressed onto her lower abdomen again.
"...is for me to decide."
-Chomp!
Next came a soft yet overwhelming sensation at her ear.
He lightly nibbled her earlobe.
Rough goosebumps spread from her ear throughout her body.
"Hiiik...!!"
All her awareness rushed to her ear, loosening the tension in her lower body.
Seizing the moment, Han Seojin's palm deeply pressed her lower abdomen.
"Ah... Aaa...!!"
In that instant of carelessness, Cheongwol felt something flow out.
Once it started flowing, it couldn't be stopped.
"Huaaah... Haaah...!"
The pee she'd held back began shyly trickling out.
-Dribble dribble...
At that shameful sound, she didn't know what to do.
Her face flushed crimson as if it would burst, her heart felt like it would explode, and her toes and fingertips curled in embarrassment.
Han Seojin is hearing it.
Han Seojin is watching.
A man is watching me pee.
"Huuuuh..."
But for her now, shame was an emotion always paired with deviance.
The chilling thrill overwhelmed her.
Cheongwol squinted her eyes in shame but didn't fully turn away.
Tang Soran's leather knife was getting soaked.
Drops of liquid beading on the silver blade.
Warmth and steam rising over the cold Buddha statue.
The clash of Buddhist faith, humiliation, and revenge.
"Huaa... Huu..."
-Dribble dribble...
Her moans escaped uncontrollably.
Cheongwol covered her mouth with her hands cupped together.
Yet her lower parts vulgarly kept spilling water.
Insane pleasure continuously melted her.
Her vision spun dizzily.
As a nun, this stimulation was entirely new.
Releasing the pee she'd held back brought such intense pleasure.
The pleasure of excretion.
At the same time, the ear Han Seojin was nibbling. Goosebumps buzzed from her ear, spreading hot waves through her body.
I'm going mad.
She thought alone.
Every time his breath invaded her ear, her whole body shuddered.
Indescribable emotions flooded her endlessly—happiness, perhaps, but mixed with shame, too complex to name.
The sensation of her entire body dominated by Han Seojin.
She'd urinated on command.
She'd forsaken something human.
Her heart pounded tightly.
What have I become?
How broken am I?
The woman everyone reveres, now peeing at a man's command.
"...Huu... Eek..."
-Dribble...
Cheongwol felt mortified enough to hide in a rat hole, but at the same time... his hand on her abdomen felt warm and firm.
The touch she'd freaked out and pushed away earlier now brought reassurance.
Every time his hand pressed her belly, sharp jolts of pleasure sparked somewhere.
When he pressed harder, the stream grew stronger; when he eased up, it weakened.
Cheongwol's moans were squeezed out with the pressure of his hand on her lower abdomen. "Ha-eut, haa..." and such—sounds so lewd even to her own ears, played like music by his touch.
Her whole body truly submitted to him.
Her precious body, guarded so nobly, now moved like his plaything.
And Cheongwol... had to admit that this domination felt terrifyingly comforting.
Above all, Cheongwol felt a dark sense of victory.
Tang Soran's leather knife soaking through, her cherished gift drenched in urine.
Looking down at it, her own prepared leather knife finally seemed superior.
I won... I won, Senior Tang.
Also, the Buddha was being defiled.
That benevolent statue was soaking under her pee.
The all-knowing Buddha couldn't even resist.
"...Looks like even Buddha is pleased? Our puppy's pee must be nice and warm."
Han Seojin released her earlobe and sneered.
"Hut...!"
Cheongwol reflexively blushed.
Guilt flickered, but strangely, it only amplified her pleasure.
If the Emei Sect and Buddha's teachings had shackled her so tightly, this defilement was a kind of liberation.
She had plenty of excuses.
Sorry.
Cheongwol thought with half-lidded eyes.
...But Han Seojin made me... I had no choice.
-Dribble...
The pee still flowed.
"Good... That's it. Good job. Our puppy pees so well."
"Don't watch..."
Cheongwol knew Han Seojin was watching her stream.
In the end, Cheongwol turned her head, burying her eyes in Han Seojin's neck.
As if hiding her own eyes would keep the world from seeing her shame.
But even Cheongwol couldn't fully grasp her own heart.
Did she really hate Han Seojin watching her shame?
...Shame and pleasure had merged long ago.
The fact that even her ugliest side was reflected in Han Seojin's eyes felt strangely good.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
Han Seojin whispered, pressing Cheongwol's forehead firmly against him.
Cheongwol nearly nodded without thinking.
Good thing she tensed her neck at the last moment.
"I hate it... I hate it so much..."
She spat an obvious lie to salvage her pride.
Han Seojin just mocked her.
She simply squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for this to end.
Trembling in shame, yet feeling the sensation of sharing something intimate with Han Seojin alone.
A filthy, sweet secret no one else could know.
Even after the stream weakened, Cheongwol, exhausted, leaned on him for a long while, unable to steady herself.
Han Seojin waited patiently for her to recover, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead.
"Our Wol is so high-maintenance. Even peeing is this hard, geez."
Cheongwol burrowed into him in shame but slyly opened her eyes.
Suddenly, the words she'd thrown at him before resurfaced.
'...Tell the Master to go die, Honghwa.'
'Let me go. This isn't the time for this with you.'
'Leave me alone now and go to Tang Soran. Go adore her more.'
She had definitely said those things.
...But Han Seojin had ignored them.
He'd held onto her until the end, even watching her pee.
...Me.
Her faintly open eyes gleamed even in the darkness.
...I definitely gave him a chance to run.
Feeling his touch, she peacefully closed her eyes.
...I definitely did, Master.