Proper Education
From this chapter, we return to the main story.
If it were truly necessary, I would speak my mind or point out someone's faults — but that was always a last resort. Ordinarily I rarely got angry or irritated, and when others made mistakes or caused me harm, I let it all slide with as much grace as I could manage. It wasn't so much a matter of temperament as simple aversion: fighting and bickering with people was psychologically draining, and I hated it.
But every time I swallowed my pride like that, small wounds accumulated somewhere deep inside me, and a latent anger built up, layer upon layer. Life kept me too busy to notice, but somewhere along the way the negative monster inside me — bloated with rage and resentment — had grown to a size I could no longer contain.
Even earlier today, my encounter with the silver-haired girl had left stress piled thick upon stress, a brush with death now safely behind me. And as I stared straight into that dark, grimy interior I had never wanted to look at, and accepted it for what it was, rage rose up inside me on its own.
"Come here."
"Yes, sir."
At the icy edge in my low voice, the clerk wiped the smile from her face and stood before me, her expression frozen with tension. The way she trembled in fear of me, the way her eyes darted to read my mood — it struck a spark of euphoria from somewhere deep in my chest, and the flame began to climb.
"What's your name?"
"Han So-yeon, sir."
The clerk bowed her head, the picture of guilt. Watching So-yeon, a smirk crept across my lips and burst out before I could stop it. This feeling…
The illusion that I had become something greater, looking down from on high and finding everything below me worthless. The sensation of crushing another being beneath the power of authority while she couldn't so much as squeak, at a complete loss for what to do. This joy of taking the noble concept that all humans are equal, crumpling it like scrap paper, and tossing it in the trash — this delight of trampling and defiling a person's dignity.
"So-yeon… shouldn't you avoid judging people by their looks? And just how pretty and special are you, exactly? All you do is bow your head to customers and scrape together a living — what exactly makes you so great? Are you so accomplished that you're qualified to evaluate others? Your face isn't nearly pretty enough to justify that mouth, and judging by that beggar's heart of yours, the one that tears people down, your insides must be just as ugly. And yet… you had the nerve to look down on me? Besides, whether my girlfriend and I suit each other or not was never yours to weigh in on, was it?"
Remembering how she'd slighted me that morning, the words came pouring out riding a wave of unexpected emotion, harsher than I'd intended.
"I'm sorry, sir… truly… I'm so sorry. I have no excuse…"
A sniffle. So-yeon wiped her tears and repeated her apologies over and over.
When a child's mother — a man's wife, one of the pillars of a household — was reduced to a pitiful wreck right before my eyes, my cock refused to go soft.
No… this isn't enough. Not nearly enough.
"Raise your head."
Smack.
The moment So-yeon lifted her face, my palm cracked across her cheek. But you know how it goes — the man who's eaten meat eats a lot. A man who hadn't so much as flicked another person since elementary school couldn't put any real force behind his hand.
"Oppa, want to see how it's done?"
Seong-ha, who had been watching from behind with an amused smile, drew my attention and stepped in front of So-yeon, sweeping his hand around.
CRACK——!!!
That startled me…
The sound echoing through the bathroom snapped me wide awake instead.
"Ahhhhk… it hurts, it hurts… sob, sob… I'm sorry, I'm sorry… hic!"
So-yeon's head whipped from the momentum, and she crumpled to the floor bleeding from the nose. I watched with widened eyes and felt a flicker of awkwardness. There she lay on the tiles, weeping pitifully like a woman abandoned by love, and my conscience pricked at me, just a little.
Seong-ha noticed my flustered reaction and looked visibly flustered himself for a moment — then quickly shot So-yeon a pointed glare, laden with meaning.
"Thank you, sir! And forgive me, but could you not hit me just one more time — this moronic, subhuman bitch who dared mock a valued customer?"
Then, as if all that pain had been an act, So-yeon sprang up from the floor, beamed at me, and offered her cheek.
The blood had stopped flowing from her nose too, which eased my guilt somewhat.
"It's fine, oppa. Look, see? She's enjoying it. This one seems to be a masochist, so don't worry about it and keep going."
Seong-ha, trying to smooth over the heaviness he'd caused, coaxed me carefully — solicitous of my mood to the point of servility.
Hmm…
Steel myself on Seong-ha's not-quite-encouragement, I swung my hand again, this time putting real weight behind it.
CRACK——!!
That landed.
And in the same instant, my chest opened up like a pierced dam. It felt like unloading a full-power swing on a punching machine, every ounce of stress driven out through my fist. No — it felt even better than that, as if something long packed away inside me had finally been punched clean through.
…Haha… I like this.
This sensation of beating a woman however I pleased, social morality cast aside. This situation where no one condemned me, no one watched, no one judged.
"Nice shot, sir! Please keep hitting my worthless fucking cheek! It doesn't bother me at all, I promise. Keep hitting me until all your anger is gone, sir. If beating me like this eases your heart, then I'm happy to take it."
Smack. Smack.
"Keh!"
The way she applauded like a caddie, defending the very man who struck her and begging for more — it wrung a laugh out of me. Once I'd witnessed a reality this far beyond common sense, my hesitation vanished entirely.
That's right… this is a toy. Not a living person — a tool of pleasure, something I owe no guilt.
"Sir, look. Thanks to your beating, my womb is leaking like this."
So-yeon wiped up the juice dripping down between her thighs with her palm, then thrust the slicked hand toward me, making a show of it, grinning all the while. Sure enough, her outstretched palm was slick with a sticky sheen of arousal, exactly as she'd said.
"Forgive the imposition, but on behalf of my company, would you please administer some disciplinary training to this ill-mannered creature? A pathetic female who gets wet while apologizing to a customer, of all things."
So-yeon tugged her chin down, lifted eyes damp with heat to mine, and pleaded with me, desperate, a lewd smile playing on her lips. This married woman tempting me to toy with her under the guise of "education" — her words, her actions, drew a grin up out of me.
"You really are hopeless, aren't you? I spell it out and you still don't get it… Sit down on the toilet, grab your thighs with both hands, and show me that cunt. Since I'm going to train you properly."
"Yes, sir."
So-yeon broke into a radiant smile, bowed a crisp ninety degrees, and took up the position exactly as I'd ordered. Leaning her hips against the toilet tank at an angle, her legs spread wide open like a flower in full bloom, and unlike Seong-ha, her mound was crowned with a dense thicket of hair.
Within that undergrowth, the flower that had been hidden beneath her bud now revealed itself — her inner lips and entrance widening, gaping and quivering as if to seduce me. Perhaps from bearing a child once already, her inner lips had faded from pale pink toward a dusty black, and thick, experienced folds brimmed with readiness to swallow a man whole.
"Sitting like that, you really do look like a toilet. A living toilet for men to dump their lust into. Come to think of it… you gave birth to a child inside that toilet of yours, didn't you? If I dump a load in your little lust-disposal tank, will you get pregnant with mine too?"
"Anytime you wish, sir. In exchange, when the service-satisfaction text arrives later, we'd appreciate a five-star rating."
Watching her whisper as if someone might overhear, even flashing her customer-service smile, I fought down a burst of laughter.
Pfft… the detail on this one is killing me.
"Shall we begin your training, then?"
"I'm in your hands."
Slurp…
The moment I slid my cock into the hole between her spread thighs, warm arousal and the walls of her sex swallowed my length without a trace of resistance.
I'd heard that a woman loosens up after giving birth, so when she clamped down on me harder than expected, it caught me off guard.
"How is it? My pussy?"
"Incredible, sir. So much that I might lose myself… may I make noise?"
"Of course."
"Thank you… ahh! It's so good, sir! Please train this ugly little cunt of mine that offended you…!"
With a hot breath against me, she twisted her body like a whore and fawned all over me — my cock hardened further inside her, swelling until it hammered past her depths and ground against the very mouth of her womb.
Squelch!!
Unable to hold back any longer, I yanked my hips back and drove into her with everything I had, spearing toward the end of the womb that had once carried a child.
"Ahhhhhhhh——!! Yes! Sir! It's so good!!"
So-yeon let out a scream loud enough to lift the roof off the bathroom, seized my neck with both hands, and shuddered through her hips.
"Is this what you call training? You're supposed to be apologizing to me right now — how is getting off on it acceptable? How do you expect to learn anything like this?"
With a sadistic smile, I grabbed hold of So-yeon's plump, heaving breasts and twisted, taunting her.
"I'm sorry… ahh! But… it's too — ahh! It's just… too good…! Your cock inside me is too good… ahh!? Could you… fuck me… a little more…? Please… I'm begging you, sir…"
"Heh. Then tell me — compared to your husband's cock, whose is better?"
"Yours, of course, sir! Compared to my husband's useless piece of shit, your cock is so much — so, sooooo much bigger and better! It isn't even worth comparing!!"
In a single breath, So-yeon denied the partner she'd shared years of her life with, then raised her voice in fervent praise of mine. If her husband had been standing beside her, listening to all this… what kind of face would he have made?
Just imagining it sent a depraved shiver crawling up my spine.
"Now then — let's get down to some real training. Hold on tight."
"Yesss…!"
So-yeon answered in a voice sweet and drenched, and as if she'd never let me go, she wrapped her hands and feet around my body and clung to me with all her strength.