The Conqueror's Gaze
"Noona. Didn't you say a martial artist needs a firm, steady waist?"
Slap!
"Hngh!"
Remembering how she had drilled the importance of the waist into him while teaching him martial arts, Kaisent spanked her ass again and asked with a wicked little smile.
"Th-this is… nngh…"
Dang Seol-yeong's face flushed crimson. The sight of herself crumpling from a mere spanking—her waist strength gone—left her too ashamed to manage a proper excuse.
Watching her squirm in embarrassment, Kaisent finally understood what his older sisters had meant when they called him cute.
And for the first time in his life, a dark, sadistic urge to tease someone bloomed inside him.
"Noona, you're adorable."
"D-don't say things like that…"
"But you really are. For example—when someone hits your weak spot."
Then he seized both cheeks of her ass in his hands and kneaded them hard, reshaping the soft flesh however he pleased.
My ass is tingling…
Every time Kaisent molded her buttocks at will, a delicious, unfamiliar spark raced up her spine.
WHAP!
"Hyaaaaahn~~!!"
The moment he struck her ass in a sudden, crushing blow, Dang Seol-yeong screamed through a climax and completely collapsed.
The only reason she was still upright at all was that she had thrown her arms around Kaisent's body and buried her face in his shoulder, clinging on for dear life.
"Noona, are you all right?"
"Haa…♡ Haah…♡"
The lewd moans of a bitch in heat reached him from right beside his ear.
Wanting to hear more of those lovely sounds, Kaisent stroked her ass while pretending to worry about her.
"Ah♡ Nngh♡ Fwaah♡"
Pussy juices already sliding down her inner thighs, Dang Seol-yeong had no strength left to answer his concern. She could only whimper under the sly caress of his hands on her ass, her senses raw and hypersensitive after climax, offering no resistance at all.
"You seem exhausted. Why don't you rest here for a bit."
"Ah…"
"Is there something else you wanted to say?"
"N-no… Nothing… at all…"
She had fully expected him to push her down right then and there. When Kaisent instead told her to rest and helped her lean against a convenient tree trunk, disappointment flickered through her—and her face burned hotter still.
What on earth am I thinking…!
She was horrified to realize she felt disappointed that Kaisent hadn't taken her into his arms.
At this rate she was no better than a whore gone mad for a man's cock—worse, even.
For some reason, I get the feeling I shouldn't hold Noona just yet.
Even without anyone teaching him, Kaisent instinctively laid plans to make Dang Seol-yeong into his woman and his alone. What they had done so far was enough—but what he wanted was a Dang Seol-yeong even more thoroughly corrupted by lust.
"Haa… Hahf… Hooo…"
Leaning against the tree, Dang Seol-yeong tried to steady her breathing and cool her fevered body.
Throb! Throb!
But her pussy, having already climaxed once, kept sending signals that it wanted a cock inside it right now, sabotaging every attempt at calm.
My crotch is throbbing…! Kaisent…!
She desperately wanted him to take her then and there—but the boy, cruelly, had stepped well away, giving her space to rest alone.
Rustle.
"Nnngh…!"
In the end, Dang Seol-yeong slipped a hand inside her clothes and began to masturbate. The problem was that she had never done it before. Her clumsy fingers were nowhere near enough to cool the fire raging through her body.
"Noona, you've rested long enough. Shall we start again?"
"…"
"Noona?"
"Hm? Huh? What did you say…?"
"You said we'd spar twice between lunch and dinner, remember?"
"Ah—r-right, I did…"
Still unable to fully cool her body with her awkward self-touching, Dang Seol-yeong's consciousness hovered on the border between lust and reason. That was why she had been staring blankly until Kaisent spoke, and why her answer came a beat late.
"Then this time…"
Originally she had planned for this spar to be a careful review of everything she had taught him, just like before. But Kaisent had already absorbed every lesson into his body. She found herself at a loss for what to teach next.
Poison arts required consuming poison to master—and she had no desire to raise this child into a poisoner. Other martial arts were far too aggressive for a timid boy like Kaisent.
"Then… shall we try a free spar this time…?"
After long deliberation, she decided free sparring would best raise his technical proficiency. One rule only: neither of them would aim for vital points. Aside from that, no restrictions. They could use every technique they possessed.
My body is still so hot… Calm… calm down… calm…
Dang Seol-yeong regulated her breathing again, trying to settle her heated flesh. Fortunately, enough time had passed that her body began to cool this time.
Once the two of them faced each other and settled into stance, Dang Seol-yeong saw the look in Kaisent's eyes.
Gone was the usual timid, fearful boy. This was the gaze of a hunter locking onto prey.
This time I will not let my guard down. Not for a second.
Until now she had always left him a few deliberate openings for his sake. But as the elder, as his master, she needed to preserve her dignity. She straightened her posture and drew up her inner energy from the very start, determined to win.
"I'll give you the first move… Attack whenever you're ready…"
"Yes! Then—!"
She had yielded the initiative on purpose, to display her composure. Kaisent charged her at once, striking with the Back-Mountain Palm Technique.
Dang Seol-yeong flicked his wrist aside with casual precision, knocking his attack clean off its trajectory. Unlike before, her defense left not a single gap. She extended her strike hard, then bled the force at the last instant and tapped his shoulder.
"Ah!"
"Again."
Tat-tat-tak! Thud!
"Ugh!"
"Again."
Tak! Whoosh-whoosh! Thud!
"Augh!"
"Again."
After several exchanges, Kaisent realized the Dang Seol-yeong before him now was a completely different being from the one a moment ago. The woman who had been whimpering in his grip mere hours earlier and the woman standing here now were not the same person.
For the first time he felt the crushing gap between himself and a true master—in spirit, in mental control—and a bleakness settled over him.
I can't see a single opening.
From the front, nothing he did would break through. But if the front offered no answer, common sense said to attack from the side or rear. Kaisent knew that any clumsy attempt to circle around would only telegraph his intent. So he pressed stubbornly forward again, head-on.
Tat-tat-tak!
Their hands clashed, shoved, and wove through a high-level exchange of forms. Under Dang Seol-yeong's fully serious assault, Kaisent was gradually forced back—then suddenly flung his body sideways.
"Hah!"
Watching him tense his core and unleash the Back-Mountain Palm Technique with a shout, Dang Seol-yeong had already predicted the move. She aimed for the spot he would attack from, ready to counter—
Ssshk!
"Hup!"
The Kaisent who had been veering to her side suddenly accelerated as if time itself had sped up, vanishing in a blur of speed.
She already knows I'm going for the side! So I'll push the Lightning Pursuit Movement to its absolute limit and slip behind her in an instant!
Knowing she would read his intent, Kaisent gambled on going one step further. The gamble paid off. Her counter cut empty air as his body flashed past.
Not bad. But—
Unfazed, she stepped into her footwork, preparing a retreating counter against him. But her body reacted in a way she never expected.
Shiver— shiver—
The mere thought of Kaisent targeting her from behind sent a shudder through her ass—and with it, a masochistic thrill of anticipation swelled inside her.
If he spanks me again… hah!? What am I thinking…!?
Lewd thoughts had slipped in unbidden and delayed her reaction.
Huh? Noona's reaction is slow.
Kaisent felt it too. The Dang Seol-yeong he knew would have launched some kind of counter by now. Seeing her buttocks give a strange little twitch, a dark impulse rose in him again—and he understood the situation in a flash.
WHOOSH!! WHAAAP!!
"Hithyaaaaaahn~~~!"
The true master she had been a second ago vanished. Dang Seol-yeong took the blow to her ass completely unprotected.
Thud!
The shocking pleasure radiating from her buttocks melted the waist that had stayed ramrod-straight through countless hardships. She crumpled to the ground.
Any martial artist who knew her would have been stunned. The Inhuman Soul-Chaser—who had reached the realm of Three Flowers Converging at the Crown, who possessed formidable inner energy, vicious poison arts, and the martial skill to back them, who had made enemies of the Dang Clan tremble in terror—brought low this easily?
"Haa… Haah…♡"
Collapsed with her waist strength gone, Dang Seol-yeong felt the crotch of her pants grow damp. And Kaisent approached her with a devilish little smile.
"Ah… ah…"
Looking up at the boy coming toward her, Dang Seol-yeong's body shrank in on itself without her meaning to. Those eyes no longer held the kind, adorable light she knew. They held the gaze of a conqueror claiming a woman.
"Noona. You took that hit on purpose, didn't you?"
"N-no! This is—!"
"Your eyes followed the direction I was moving. Someone of your skill seeing that and still failing to react? That's strange, isn't it?"
The boy closed the distance, stripped off the pants of the seated Dang Seol-yeong, pulled her waist into his arms, and shoved his lower body beneath her ass. Throughout the entire sequence, her resistance was so feeble it might not have stopped a three-year-old.
Schlick!
"Kyahreuuung~~~!"
Hauling her hips up and driving his cock into her in a single thrust, Kaisent felt how slick—no, how soaking wet—she was inside.
"See? Your pussy is already flooding, Noona."
"Don't talk about it like that…!"
"A naughty Noona who lies needs to be punished. Eiit~!"
With Dang Seol-yeong seated on his pelvis, Kaisent rolled his hips and began churning the folds of her pussy. His cock, sheathed in translucent scales, scraped along her inner walls, pressing the tip against the entrance to her womb and educating her uterus with deep porcio thrusts.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick♡
"Hahreuuut—! Ah♡ Ah-ah-ah-ah-aaah——♡"
It feels nothing like when I do it myself…♡ I can't… hold on…♡
Pleasure incomparably fiercer than masturbation surged up her spine.
"Ka… Kaisent! Kaisent! Stop! Stop it! Aht! Ah! Aah! Ang♡ Ah♡ Nngh♡ Nngh♡ Hit♡ Ot♡ Ahhreugaaaaaah~~~!"
Pleasure from her pussy lifted her hips clean off him as she climaxed, pussy juices spilling free.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick
But Kaisent, thoroughly enjoying the assault on her womb, kept rolling his hips in circles, continuing the porcio attack without mercy.
Spurt spurt spuuurt
Pussy juices burst out until the area around his cock was a flooded mess—yet his cock only grew more vicious, more relentless, scraping and grinding exactly the spots that made her feel it most.
"Oooook♡ Ot♡ Oot♡ Ogoook♡ Ok-ok-ok-ok-oooooot~~~♡"
Trapped in an endless chain of climaxes like the Avici Hell itself, Dang Seol-yeong felt her brain about to burn out. Tears, snot, and drool streamed down a face that could have been laughing or crying, her pupils half-swallowed by her upper eyelids.
She was making animal sounds no rational person could produce in their right mind—and Kaisent suddenly thrust his tongue into that moaning mouth.
"Nnguuut!? Ung♡ Uuung♡ Churp♡ Fwaah♡ Haum♡ Ung-ung-ung-ung-uuuung~~♡"
The instant Kaisent gave her that sweet kiss, the brain-melting pleasure shifted character—becoming something warm, sweet, and enveloping. He went further still, wrapping his arms around her arms and waist entirely, trying to gather her larger female body into his embrace.
Until now, the size difference had meant she was the one holding him. Now, feeling the warmth of the boy who held her as if tucking her into his arms, her mind cleared just enough to understand.
This child… is trying to dominate me…♡
He held her like a possession, kissed her, and ravaged her sex without restraint.
What do I do…♡ I don't want to get away…♡
If she truly wanted to, she could break free of Kaisent's arms right now. But the warmth of the small boy holding her felt so good that all she could do was tuck her arms and shoulders in, making herself easier for him to hold.
Squeeze—
"Hreung~~♡"
The moment she made herself easier to hold, Kaisent seemed to read her heart and tightened his arms even harder, crushing her close. Surrendering herself to the boy's arms that squeezed her so deliciously, Dang Seol-yeong met the eyes looking into hers from inches away.
Pure white, mysterious pupils. Inside them, a man's will to conquer.
And the moment she saw that gaze, she understood.
Ah… So that's it… I will never be able to defeat this child for the rest of my life…
No matter how strong her martial arts, no matter the gap in cultivation realm, no matter how overwhelming her physical ability—the option of fighting this boy and winning had vanished completely.
Because the moment she saw the eyes of a boy determined to conquer and dominate her, the first thing she felt was happiness.
There is no way for a woman who wants to be dominated to defeat her conqueror.
Aah♡ My lord♡ My lord♡ My lord♡ My lord♡ My lord♡ My lord♡
Born of his father's and mother's blood, inheriting only the finest traits of both, Kaisent's body was a walking mass of pheromones designed to entrance anyone near him. Most terrifying of all were the bewitching eyes that dismantled the opposite sex's wariness. They made the target grow slowly, surely more attached to the boy without ever realizing they were being enchanted.
Proof of that: Dang Seol-yeong had come to feel happiness at the thought of being dominated by him.
I love you, my lord♡ Dominate me for the rest of my life♡
Dang Seol-yeong—the hidden blade of the Dang Clan, the poison master so feared that the epithet "Inhuman" had been affixed to her title, who had made countless people tremble—now recognized Kaisent as her master, and had become nothing more than a bitch who found happiness in belonging to the boy as his possession.