Corporal Punishment Addict Lee Hye-ri (2)
There was no corporal punishment.
The reason was simple. She had accomplished far more than she had messed up. Out of ten attacks from Kim Siu, she had dodged or deflected eight. Sure, there was a fundamental difference—Kim Siu hadn't used any skills, while she had relied on her own Mobility Strike—but she had still pulled it off. In a dungeon, you'd have to use skills to shine anyway, and getting used to moving with them activated was essential. She had used her skill. Kim Siu didn't make a big deal out of it.
On the contrary.
"Don't get too cocky just because you won with a cheat."
That was all he said, without dwelling on it further. And on top of that.
"You won today, so no punishment."
She didn't even get punished. He called it a cheat, but he acknowledged the result. What an odd guy. Normally, wouldn't it be the opposite? At the academy, using cheats meant your results didn't count. But Kim Siu was different. So Lee Hye-ri asked him as he was leaving.
"Teacher."
"What?"
"Why'd you acknowledge it? You said using a skill was cheating."
"Yeah, it was a cheat. We never set a rule against skills. But listen."
Kim Siu paused, as if pondering, then continued.
"Unlike the academy, dungeons don't have many people who play by the rules. More often, they break them. Learn this now: survival in a dungeon isn't always fair and honest."
"……."
"Of course, at the academy, you follow academy rules. Break them, and your results don't count. If I were an academy professor, I wouldn't have acknowledged that move."
"Not always honest... I get it. I've experienced it myself."
Lee Hye-ri had raided a dungeon once before. That experience let her understand what Kim Siu meant, at least somewhat.
"Of course, I'm only letting it slide this once."
"No next time?"
"Right. Try fooling me again, and I'll treat you like it's real combat."
Lee Hye-ri suddenly grew curious about Kim Siu's "real mode." The moment their eyes met, she quelled her rising curiosity. Beneath his smiling eyes, full of amusement, she glimpsed a sharp glint.
"So if you're coming at me for real, say it upfront. I'll adjust accordingly."
And with that, Kim Siu left. No punishment in the end.
She should have felt good, buzzing with the achievement of success.
"This feels weird..."
Instead, she felt empty. Like what? Like skipping some crucial task you absolutely had to do? Corporal punishment was her time for reflection, solidifying her goals for the future. With that whole process gone, the session just ended, leaving her hollow.
Then.
Time to set the next goal. What Lee Hye-ri needed to achieve next week. Just picking one wouldn't make it a real commitment.
"That's why I'm doing this. For my own goals..."
Lee Hye-ri imagined Kim Siu still in her room, stripping her clothes off. He had never actually done it himself, but she decided not to overthink it. In her imagination, Kim Siu undressed her. She followed his imagined hands, removing her own clothes. She stood before the mirror.
Her pants off, her body reflected starkly. Top still on, just panties. Sweat-slicked thighs and calves flowed in smooth lines. Her reflection looked somehow erotic.
Teacher must've seen me like this. What did he think? I hope he didn't just see me as some slut. I'm not like that.
Lee Hye-ri eyed her lace-trimmed sky-blue panties. She had picked them carefully, thinking she might get punished today, but only she got to see them.
-Pretty.
Imagined Kim Siu praised them as he slid them down. Lee Hye-ri hooked her fingers in the sides and pulled them off. Inevitably, she bent at the waist, ass pushed back. It looked so lewd.
-Ready? Time for punishment. What'll it be?
It felt like imagined Kim Siu was in the mirror. His voice seemed to whisper right beside her. Lee Hye-ri murmured softly in response.
"Uh, spank my ass, please."
-That'll do it?
"Yes..."
Lee Hye-ri nodded to her imaginary Kim Siu. It wasn't because she liked the pain. This was for setting goals. Taking punishment to lock in the week's objectives had become her routine.
That's why.
Why she was stripping naked, hand on her ass.
I don't like getting hit.
It hurt like hell, brought tears. She didn't like pain. She wasn't a pervert.
With needless self-justifications, Lee Hye-ri placed her palm on her ass.
"So small..."
Tiny compared to Kim Siu's thick hand. But it'd be fine. It wasn't about hurting anyway.
"Hoo."
-Say you'll attend classes honestly from now on. Add that you're sorry.
Imagined Kim Siu whispered in her ear. Lee Hye-ri bit her lip and nodded. She swung her hand hard at her ass.
Smack!
"I'll attend classes honestly from now on! I'm sorryyy!"
She struck her own ass. It was sorely lacking. The hand coverage, the power, the sensation on impact—all deficient.
But.
Smack!
"I'll be honest! I'm sorry!"
Lee Hye-ri smacked her ass again. Lacking, so lacking. But she didn't want to call Kim Siu. She couldn't bear showing anyone her pathetic figure—standing naked before the mirror, beating her own ass in self-reflection.
Smack!
"I won't cheat behind Teacher's back!"
Smack!
"I'm sorry!"
Lee Hye-ri eyed her reflection. Pants and panties gone, pussy with its patch of pubic hair exposed, smacking her own ass in front of the mirror. Each strike made her breath ragged, her face flush redder. She looked utterly depraved, lewd.
"I'm sorry. Sorry for being such a slut."
Smack!
"Hngh!"
Her ass, now flushed and sensitive, sent jolts of sharp pain with each palm strike. It had a strange addictiveness. Not pleasurable. But watching her beautiful reflection in the mirror gradually break down... it was oddly captivating.
"Haa, haa."
Drool leaked from her mouth, tears welled in her eyes. Even her spanking hand was red.
"It hurts..."
It hurt so much, tears came.
"Hoo, hoo..."
Last one, then stop. She struck her ass one final time.
Smack!
"Sorry! I'll do ittt!"
Clear, slick fluid on her reddened hand. Definitely her arousal juices.
"Haa, haa, haa."
-Good job, Hye-ri. You can rest now.
Only at imagined Kim Siu's words could she finally sit.
"Ow!"
The moment her ass hit the floor, sharp pain flared. Unlike Kim Siu's spankings. After his, sitting brought only a mild warmth, no real pain. Only during the strikes was there pain and that inexplicable thrill.
Not easy at all.
The burning made proper sitting impossible. She had overdone it, caught up in the mood.
Lee Hye-ri awkwardly stood and applied ointment to her ass. Merubasa bone dust. The stuff Kim Siu had given her.
"Ah..."
Sudden shame hit her. Midway through, she had been lost in the mood, her reflection, and imagined Kim Siu—beating her ass to that.
"I-I'm crazy. For real..."
She couldn't even look in the mirror. No courage to face her tear-, drool-, and juice-smeared self.
But at the same time, her resolve hardened. Next time, she'd beat Kim Siu without skills. She vowed it inwardly, over and over.
"Class A will take their monthly evaluation this week right away."
Yu Dae-seok, the homeroom professor for Class 23-A, dropped the bombshell. The evaluation, originally scheduled two weeks out, had been moved up by a full two weeks.
"Why move up the evaluation?"
At Baek Han-beom's question, Yu Dae-seok glanced at Lee Hye-ri and Yoo Ara.
"Because of the students who ranked up from Class D to A. To properly gauge current levels for accurate classes and evaluations, we're advancing it."
Lee Hye-ri and Yoo Ara met their professor's gaze. Both smiled almost simultaneously.
Perfect! I can claim that prize from Teacher! I'm definitely winning! Rearguard #1, here I come!
Monthly evaluation, vanguard #1 gets the wish voucher...
The two harbored similar yet different thoughts as they looked at Yu Dae-seok. Seeing their expressions, the professor thought inwardly.
So they do have a hidden ace? Not even fazed.
Truth be told, advancing the evaluation was meant to show the new rank-ups the terror of Class A before they settled in. Homeroom professors should be fair to all students, but.
If they just lucked into Class A, I can't tolerate it.
Yu Dae-seok, who had handled Class A for years, had his own way of leading it. He exploited loopholes in the Korean Hunter Academy's testing system—often used by cheaters. Filtering them out was one of his specialties. Bribing for scores, or gaming inter-class competitions to boost averages—he weeded them out.
Thanks to him, his classes had only the top talents remaining, with stellar results. It was his pride.
And if these two passed his filter and stayed in 23-A, he'd accept them as true members. Too strict? That's how the Korean Hunter Academy worked. A wild jungle where you proved yourself.
"Evaluation in three days. Content: vanguard vs. rearguard battle."
"Pardon?"
Yoo Ara shot to her feet, shouting.
"I wouldn't give ordinary assignments to those who ranked up unconventionally."
Yu Dae-seok smiled at the sight.
"Th-that's ridiculous..."
Unlike the flustered Yoo Ara, Lee Hye-ri quietly smiled. A fight with dealers. The perfect stage to prove her worth as a tank.
"Awesome."
The two rank-ups' fortunes diverged.
-This time, no hints.
Kim Siu declared it to both students at once. He wouldn't help with this monthly evaluation. Achieve it with your own strength. Fail, and that's that.
The event had changed a bit, but he didn't think they'd fail. He hadn't taught them that softly.
Three days passed. Evaluation day for Class 23-A arrived.