Punishing Students Who Ignore the Teacher

Students who don't pay attention to the teacher's words need punishment. The world is full of cocky kids like that—brats who strut around like they're the best thing ever and look down on anyone trying to teach them. If they really were the best, fine, but when talentless punks get stubborn for no reason... "This little shit?" The curse slips out naturally.

I watch the hand flying toward my cheek. It's so slow, it's almost boring. I know she's not a physical combat type cadet. But even so, this speed? I have to wonder how she even passed the entrance exam.

I snatch Yoo Ara's arm mid-swing. Her arm twists, bending her waist, thrusting out her bra-clad chest in a pose that really shows it off.

"Kyaaak!"

It's a self-defense technique I use on the occasional villain who charges at me. A habit that comes out without thinking. Her form's still clean, so she's not dead yet.

"Ah, it hurts! Let go!"

Yoo Ara thrashes her arm and screams. Hurts? If I hadn't grabbed it, my cheek would be hurting.

"Where do you get off putting your hands on your teacher?"

"You're no teacher, you pervert!"

"...I thought I explained it plenty already. You really planning to just jack off to your report card right now?"

"Pervert trash! I'm calling the cops! Scumbags like you should rot in jail!"

I get that she's desperate. This is her last shot. Failing here means expulsion. Academy students clawing to graduate from the cutoff usually fall into two camps. Those chasing the hunter paycheck—the Korean Hunter Academy title alone jacks up your salary big time. Or those with no other options, clinging on for dear life.

Doesn't seem like the second type.

She needs money bad. Why else drop five million won on private tutoring? Academy tuition's no joke either. I understand the panic with expulsion looming, but...

"Reporting your teacher to the cops? That's not the kind of thing you say, right?"

"You're no teach—"

"Sigh. Didn't I already explain why I'm touching your body?"

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"Why touch my tits, ass, and thighs then!"

"I explained that too, which means you weren't paying attention to your teacher."

"D-don't make me laugh! You think knowing a bit about my combat style and abilities—"

Her brain's sharp, but comprehension's lacking. Or maybe rage is clouding her judgment? A latent S-rank like this? Nah.

"Your telekinesis was strong at enrollment, but it's weakened, so you keep failing practicals, right? Screwing up rear support, running out of telekinesis at crucial moments, zeroing your score."

She bites her lip hard. She knows it. Knows I'm right. But she won't admit it. Looks like I need to fix her attitude before grades. Time to show this arrogant student the gap. Crush that delusion of climbing over her teacher's head.

Of course, slapping her myself would make me the villain. Ex-hunter with revoked license brutally assaults academy cadet and future hunter. Headline material.

Just frame it with the right excuse. Better if no one finds out.

A sigh escapes me. I didn't want to go this far. But I'll trust my appraisal skill—it's never lied to me. Yoo Ara's rank isn't fake either.

"Students who don't pay attention to the teacher need punishment."

"You're no teach—"

I release Yoo Ara and unbuckle my belt.

"Wh-what are you—"

"Don't worry. Pants stay on."

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Leather belt. Perfect training tool in a pinch. Doubles as a whip. Especially folded in half like this.

Smack! Smack! Loud but low-impact—ideal for discipline.

"Ass out."

"You... full of shit..."

Smack!

"Kyaaak!"

"Remember this. I'm way faster than you."

Her strength, stamina, agility—all D's and E's. Even if she bolted full speed, I could catch her walking.

"So no running."

"Ughhh..."

"If I wasn't getting paid, I wouldn't bother enlightening you further. But with the house call fee, gotta give my best."

If she gets it and obeys, I'll help her avoid expulsion. No guarantees she'll tough it out, though.

I smack her ass with the folded belt.

Crack!

"Kyaaak!"

"Keep it down. Don't want the neighbors seeing this, do you?"

Another one.

Crack!

"Hngh!"

Her soft ass jiggles. I keep a steady rhythm for the next.

"Haaah!"

Yoo Ara felt wronged by her situation. What did I do wrong to endure this humiliation? She just wanted better grades. I paid for this! So why am I the one getting hit? You're still on expulsion row because you suck!

Tears welled up from the injustice.

Crack!

But she couldn't resist. She sensed his aura instinctively—strong. That's why she hadn't questioned he wasn't top graduate, despite the weirdness.

She yelled louder, but no footsteps. Neighbors weren't home—she hadn't realized it wasn't quitting time yet.

Crack!

"Kngh!"

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His belt blocked her hand reaching for her phone.

"It huuurts..."

"No whining. Even an F-rank civilian would just feel a sting."

Bullshit! He's insane. Stripping her wasn't enough—he whips her too? Gotta escape. But no matter where she moved, he blocked perfectly.

Yoo Ara was starting to fear this tutor. His movements were sharp, precise—like top graduate wasn't a lie. She knew this much as an academy student. But so what if he's skilled? Personality's trash!

Craaack!

"Kyaaak!"

Apologize. Say sorry. Can't win. Plan later.

"I-I'm sorry! I was wro—"

"What'd you do wrong?"

"Uh, well..."

"Still not getting it."

Craaack!

"Kyaaak!"

Psycho. Now thighs instead of ass. Red welts swelled where the belt grazed. She'd die at this rate. She thought of her wrongs.

"I-I was arrogant and didn't trust teacher! Sorry!"

"Again."

"Again?"

Crack!

"Hngh!"

"Say how you'll change too."

"M-my speech was rude too! Sorry! Won't talk back again. I'll li-listen to tutor!"

Tears trickled. Ass burned. The welts itched weirdly. More and she'd break for real—she begged desperately.

"Say how you'll avoid repeating mistakes like this."

"...Yes."

Seeming satisfied, the tutor set the belt down.

"Hmph, good reflection. Time for the curriculum."

He swapped belt for pen, scribbling in the notebook on the tutoring table.

"H-how do you...?"

Stats and skill ranks are secret—only she knows, unless registered with the association. This tutor knew her exacts.

"So what I said earlier...?"

"You thought it was a lie?"

"...Yes."

The tutor sighed deeply, approaching.

"Eek!"

Her body flinched, fresh memory sparking fear.

"Don't be scared."

"H-how can I not...?"

"One week."

"..."

"Follow me for a week. I'll prove your grades change."

One week? If anyone could do that, why bother with academy? Everyone'd flock to him.

"You still have weekly evals, right?"

"Yes."

"Prove it there. That my teaching works. Escape failing, and follow me."

"And if I still fail?"

"Then five million back, plus ten million more for your humiliation and pain."

Fair deal. No, insanely tilted her way. No tutor pulls bottom-ranker to pass in a week.

"O-okay."

Kim Siu swallowed a smile at her nod. Hooked. Once this far, she's in. His skills would push her past passing in a week easy.

Korean Hunter Academy has regular exams, monthly evals, weeklies. Second-years skip weeklies—inefficient. But first-years get hammered to build test habits.

Simple: Overcome sim with your abilities. No written tests. Theory's minor. But they cling to one written anyway.

"Whatever. You'll feel it even without the test. That you've changed."

About an hour gone. OT done.

"Let's start."

"What more here?"

"Sit."

"Like this?"

Yoo Ara gestured at her naked body.

"Gonna put clothes on? Waste of time."

Those red marks needed quick treatment. Erase evidence, boost her up. He placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Hik!"

She startled at skin contact, but calmed fast. He layered three growth skills. Warmth spread, her eyes fluttering shut in relief.

Abundant Mana boosts her key Mana for telekinesis. Super Recovery mends her weary mind and stamina while growing the stat. Quick Stride ups Agility. All tailored for mid-range telekinesis Yoo Ara.

Skills that pushed his own stats to A. No need for Strength or Intelligence boosts.

"Wh-what'd you do?"

"Now, circulate mana like this."

"Circulate?"

"You don't even know mana rotation?"

"..."

Yoo Ara flushed. Held back a year, still couldn't do basics.

"Didn't pass the prereqs..."

No foundation at all. Even if telekinesis relies less on mana...

Explains theory obsession, practical trash.

"I'll teach you now. Learn well."

"Y-you'll teach me?"

"Yeah."

Basic mana rotation.

"Lotus position."

Flushed, she spread her legs into lotus. Panties damp below—he ignored it.

"Begin."