Chapter 48: Weakness Training Punishment – A Total Mess
Lee Hye-ri was a total mess right now. That one phrase summed up her current state perfectly.
She hadn't properly blocked the practice spear, leaving a grazed wound inflamed and red. The areas where the spear had brushed tore her clothes to shreds, turning them ragged. The rash guard that had covered her whole body was now ripped everywhere except her chest and pelvis. It was somewhat intentional. More precisely, he'd deliberately avoided targeting those spots. It was his way of showing consideration for her. Lately, she'd been exposed a lot because of him. He figured it would be too much for a girl who wasn't used to it and seemed to have little sexual experience.
The problem was that sparing those two areas made everything else torn up, which somehow looked even sexier.
"What punishment are you going to choose?"
Lee Hye-ri bit her lip as she stared at the list of punishments. The bag he'd brought was packed with tools waiting silently for her.
Impact resistance training cum punishment. Burn resistance training cum punishment. Laceration resistance training cum punishment. Weakness resistance training cum punishment.
She'd already experienced impact and laceration once. Both must have been humiliating. Burns? She'd remember him describing it as dripping hot wax. Someone with a wax fetish might pick that, but otherwise?
She'll go for the last one remaining.
Weakness training punishment.
"What do you think my weakness even is?"
"I don't want to spoil it. If you're curious, pick that one."
"Ugh……."
Lee Hye-ri rolled her eyes in thought. But in the end, there was only one answer.
"Fine, weakness punishment it is."
"Knew it. It's the best training. The one you need most, too."
"Wh-what's my weakness, then?"
"Your weakness? Being too aggressive."
"So?"
"To fix that, you need to hold a defensive stance."
"Defensive stance?"
Her evasion tank role required quick offense-defense switches. She had to draw aggro aggressively, then parry enemy attacks multiple times after pulling it off—a high-difficulty position. If the switch was slow? Attacks would hit before she could react, making proper response impossible. That wouldn't do. She could deal damage too, but she was fundamentally a tank. If she couldn't protect the team, she might as well be a DPS.
"You'll hold and endure in a defensive stance."
"Endure…… like in training?"
"You think?"
He taught her the pose.
"Spread your legs a bit wider than shoulder-width, knees slightly bent, hold the spear with your arm raised up, chest pushed forward a little."
"I-is this really right?"
Her inner thighs and crotch were fully exposed, outlining her shape faintly, while her breasts stood out prominently—a somewhat shameful pose completed.
"Yeah."
A defensive stance to fix her over-aggressiveness…… was a complete lie to trick Lee Hye-ri.
In truth, it was punishment to humiliate her. The key was her taking it seriously. The shame of realizing later she'd been duped. She'd already stripped and endured various acts in front of him, so she'd go along reluctantly. She'd hate it once she knew the truth, but no helping it. Punishments had to be harsh.
The goal was simple: turn cocky Lee Hye-ri into someone who obeyed her tutor. The more she dreaded a punishment, the harder she'd train to avoid it—and that boosted lesson efficiency.
He watched her intently. Legs spread, arms raised—her nearly shredded clothes failed to cover anything. Realizing it, she twitched, trying to cover her chest with her spear hand.
"Don't cover. You gonna do that in a fight?"
"B-but…… it's embarrassing."
"Gonna be embarrassed in a dungeon too?"
"Ugh……."
She raised her arms high again, body twitching.
"It's embarrassing……."
Her face flushed as her pussy and breasts were fully bared. Each twitch nearly exposed her areolas, which she didn't seem to notice. She started shivering. Even for a hunter, holding the pose wasn't easy. Plus, the spear was dungeon-grade—heavier by over ten times than normal.
Lips bitten tight, she trembled with the spear raised.
"Hold the pose."
He tapped her quivering inner thigh.
"Kyat!"
"Pose broke. Do it right."
"Eut……."
"Better than last time, right? No spanks, no whips."
"St-stop talking about it."
"Why? You resisted then too, but secretly liked it."
She clamped her mouth shut. No retort. What? Did she actually like it?
"Wh-who said I liked it……."
He grabbed her sagging waist, straightening her.
"Kut!"
"Straighten your back."
So it shows better.
"Arms keep dropping."
"Heut……."
30 minutes passed. Sweat poured down her body. Her barely-there clothes, soaked and heavy, slipped further, fully exposing her breasts. Her pink nipples stood erect and jiggled. Too strained to hold the pose, she had no spare attention for her exposure.
He pinched her nipple lightly.
"Kyaaak! T-teacher!"
"Awake now?"
"Th-that just now……."
"Focus. Pose is slipping."
He refocused her mind. She readjusted, about to complain.
Even her leggings were now ragged and slipping, revealing her pussy slit. Between her plump labia majora, her clit peeked out, slick and wet. Sweat? Or something else? No need to check. But the viscosity suggested otherwise.
"Teaaacher…… how long is this punishment……?"
Shivering desperately to endure, Lee Hye-ri's eyes begged for it to end. But she didn't know this was just the start. Shame from forced arousal under "training" guise, plus shame from the truth later. Perfect balance needed. Unlike Yoo Ara, she required tighter tempo control.
"Haa, haa."
Her breaths grew ragged.
"Don't straighten your knees. Bend them. Arms dropping."
"Eut……."
Her clothes had lost all function, exposing her shame, skin glistening with sweat. Lips parted, red and dry from heavy breaths. Eyes glazing over. Stamina depleted long ago from learning Cheonryu Spear Art. Now pure willpower.
Shivering, unfocused eyes pleading at him.
In that moment.
"Good. That's enough."
Clang!
"Heut……."
Legs gave out; he caught her with both hands.
"Haa, haa, teacher…… I did it."
"Good girl."
Her hazy eyes beamed with achievement. Time to reveal the punishment's true meaning.
"Actually."
"……?"
"No such thing as that defensive stance."
"……Huh?"
Limp mouth agape in shock. Confusion etched on her face.
"What you just did? Totally meaningless pose."
"Th-then……."
"Just to humiliate you."
"Eeeek!"
Face crimson, she swung a trembling hand at his cheek. But pushed to her limit, it went limp, caught easily. He draped a prepared blanket over her resisting body.
"Made you feel there's no easy punishment."
"Haa, haa."
"But this one's the best. Builds stamina too."
Her face burned red. Plenty to say, but too weak—lips just quivered.
"Still, you looked good."
"What? Seeing me naked felt good?"
"Nah. Obeying me even as your clothes shredded. Honestly touching. Thought you'd quit midway."
"……Praise now won't fix my anger."
"Not saying it to cheer you up. Since you took the punishment seriously, I'll teach you with all I've got."
"……."
He stroked her pouty head. He got her anger.
"I promise. By year's end, you'll hear you're a proper tank."
"That's…… cheating."
She glared, but less angry than before.
He offered Merubasa bone powder water. She eyed him, then gulped it like a baby bird.
He held her silently till she finished. She seemed recovered—focus returned, grip tightening on the blanket.
"And hey."
"……?"
"Real thing's way better than the photo."
"What?"
"You know. The pic you sent."
He grinned teasingly, flicking her forehead lightly.
Snap!
"Ow!"
"I'm off. Rest till you recover."
"Teacher! You're really bad!"
Her face flushed scarlet, realizing what he meant. But just that reaction? Big improvement. Old her would've chased teeth gritted.
Oh, clothes all shredded?
He left her house with a silly thought.
"Ugh……."
I got played. Totally played.
That teacher acted like it was serious training…….
Betrayed feeling soured her mood. But no deeper resentment. Slight betrayal, sure—but she knew he wasn't just satisfying lust. All for training. So she could forgive.
Kim Siu had said:
"By year's end, you'll hear you're a proper tank."
"I promise."
Her heart raced hearing it. Felt possible, like he said. She could become a tank. She felt herself improving. Really, maybe. Even if everyone said impossible.
That must be why.
Probably.
Thump thump.
Her heart still raced like this.
"Whew, that was tough."
Today was extra hard. Teaching her newly realized Cheonryu Spear Art made it trickier. But they finished safely. Now wait for her to grasp the principles.
"Home for celebratory beer?"
Did he have any? Might as well grab one at the convenience store, just in case.
Ding!
Door opened.
Thud!
Something hit his chest.
"Kyaaak!"
A shrill scream—a woman exiting the door collided and fell.
Hood pulled low, her items scattered.
"Sorry. You okay?"
He checked her over.
"I-it's f-f-fine. Jus' p-pass……."
Voice too small; he caught only "fine." Hood hid her face completely. But one thing clear: extremely passive. Couldn't meet eyes, barely spoke.
He helped her trembling hands gather items, bagging them and handing to the hooded woman.
"Here."
"Uh, uwaaa……. Th-thank you. S-sorry for bumping."
Head bowed deep, she fled. Anyone watching would've thought she was at fault, not him. He couldn't even reply.
"What was that?"
Like a gust of wind. Watching her recede, he spotted a fallen rubber band on the ground. Thick, sparkling purple bracelet.
"Bracelet……?"
Hers, right?