The Magic City and the Great Detective
Caught up in the earnest, almost solemn pace of Constable Ilina as she listened with rapt attention, Seong-il began to generously impart everything he had realized about the Mountain Shattering Divine Fist over the past two months.
“...Anyway, that’s the gist of it. Today I’ll demonstrate the forms myself, so watch carefully and try to copy them. If you get them wrong, there will be consequences. I did explain the penalty last time, right? Failure means a spanking. If you think you can’t handle it even now, we can just go back—”
“I’ll do it! Please demonstrate!”
“....”
Seong-il felt a little sheepish at her expression, which had gone beyond determination into pure resolve. He let out a sigh and took up the opening stance of the Mountain Shattering Divine Fist.
Haah… Since it’s come to this, I’ll demonstrate it properly. If she can’t follow along, I’ll scold her thoroughly!
Recalling the way Jin Cheon-hui had taught him, Seong-il began to unfold the forms. Neither too fast nor too slow, his movements carried crisp, disciplined power. After demonstrating a total of four forms—including the variations—he spoke to her.
“Right. For now, ignore the three variation forms I showed at the end. We’ll only practice the first eight. Think you can manage?”
Ilina looked flustered. “Um…! Could you demonstrate just the first eight forms again? I got confused trying to focus on the variations at the same time.”
Her observation was perfectly reasonable. Seong-il nodded and thought,
It’s a bit of a hassle, but a promise is a promise. I should do this right. If I half-ass it and she finds fault later, it’ll only cause me more trouble.
He performed the forms once more, this time with deliberate slowness and maximum precision, then said, “I’ll run through them two more times at proper speed. If you still can’t follow, prepare yourself.”
“Yes!! Master!!”
Seong-il gave a wry smile at the word Master. Without another word he unfolded the forms again.
With this much groundwork laid, she won’t be able to complain no matter how harshly I speak!
Now he stopped holding back. Raising his inner energy without mercy, he executed the eight forms of the Mountain Shattering Divine Fist three times in rapid succession.
“Wow…”
Ilina let out a soft gasp of admiration at the way his body flowed like water. Paying her no mind, Seong-il unconsciously lost himself in the forms and began repeating them as though he were training alone.
“Huu…”
He had only meant to do three repetitions, but he fell into a trance and ended up performing nearly ten.
Shit… I got carried away…
Training had been genuinely fun lately, and he had over-immersed himself without realizing. Flinching at his own mistake, he turned to Ilina.
“That should be more than enough demonstration. How was it?”
“It was sufficient!! Master Seong-il!!”
“…Good. Would you like to try it yourself now?”
“Yes!!!”
Full of vigor, Ilina attempted to copy the Mountain Shattering Divine Fist—rather clumsily.
Tsk… That’s… not quite right.
Feeling uncomfortable, Seong-il unconsciously stepped in to correct her posture and began giving pointers.
“Why are you dropping your hands there?! Straighten your waist! Put power into your lower body like you mean it!”
“Yessir!!”
Sweat pouring down her face, Ilina desperately tried to fix her stance at every correction. Yet for some reason she couldn’t properly replicate forms that looked simple to Seong-il.
What the…? It’s only eight forms. How can she not even manage that…?
Seong-il watched her puzzlingly low comprehension and thought,
Was her talent really this bad…?
Ilina struggled, hands and feet moving with obvious effort. As he observed her, Seong-il suddenly realized the fundamental difference between them.
Ah… It’s because of inner energy!
Inner energy that strengthened the human body beyond its natural limits. Before learning martial arts, Seong-il had diligently—and rapidly—cultivated his internal energy through dual cultivation. That was why the Mountain Shattering Divine Fist had come easily to him.
I covered my physical shortcomings with inner energy, but Ilina has no such advantage…
Once he understood the situation, Seong-il deliberately began pushing her harder, hoping she would give up.
“Come on… only eight forms and you can’t even follow them? And you still want to inherit our ‘one-man transmission’ martial art?”
He made her stand straight again and demonstrated the forms once more, flowing like water.
“See? I make it look easy. Is this really that difficult…?”
“I-I’m sorry! Master!!”
“Huu… It’s the first day, so I’ll let it slide. Again!”
Seong-il handled her without mercy. Inside, he thought,
If I make it this tough, she’ll soon complain that it’s too hard or unfair and start whining that she can’t do it, right…?
He optimistically believed he could make her quit easily.
“Haa… Haa…!”
Sweat pouring off her like rain, Ilina continued repeating the forms without rest. Seong-il watched in surprise.
What…? She’s not getting tired?
Teeth clenched, Ilina kept executing the forms with dogged persistence. Though her movements were still awkward, her fierce determination made it impossible for Seong-il to criticize her.
“Heu… Heu…”
For over an hour she poured every ounce of strength into the forms without a single break. Her uniform was soaked through, her stamina completely spent. Her body trembled violently and drool slipped from the corner of her mouth.
She’s… she’s not going to die like this, is she?
Seeing her desperate state, even Seong-il’s heart softened. He finally raised his hand and ordered her to stop.
“Enough!”
“M-Master! One more chance! I-I can still keep going!!”
Half-sobbing, Ilina begged for another opportunity. Seong-il sighed.
Haah… She’s working this hard. My conscience won’t let me cut her off.
He tried to soothe her.
“No. Sometimes you need to know when to step back. This is only the first day. It would be stranger if you could perform the combat techniques perfectly right away.”
“Thank you!! Thank you!!”
Ilina bowed deeply, looking overwhelmed with gratitude.
“I originally planned to go for about two hours, but today seems excessive. Let’s stop here.”
“No, Master!!!!”
“….?”
“Using the first day as an excuse doesn’t change the fact that I disappointed you…!”
“Huh? Well…”
“Therefore, as your disciple, I believe I must receive proper punishment from my master!”
“??!?!?”
“Please punish me! Master Seong-il!”
Fuck… What the hell does she want me to do…?
Ilina approached the flustered Seong-il and knelt before him. Panicking, he tried to stop her.
“W-wait. I said it’s fine, so why—?!”
“Master…! If you start by making excuses and tolerating my failure, I’m afraid I won’t receive proper guidance in the future. Please… punish me for my own sake…!”
With that, she prostrated herself fully—knees, both hands, and forehead pressed to the floor—begging him.
This is insane…
Her strangely logical excuse left Seong-il speechless. With no other choice, he knelt in front of her, lifted her up, and spoke.
“Still, it’s the first day. There’s no need to kneel and torment yourself like this.”
“I know… but—!”
“…But?”
“I won’t feel at ease unless I receive proper punishment…”
“…..”
Suddenly, Constable Ilina rose from her spot.
“?”
She smoothly lowered her training uniform.
“!?!?”
Beneath the uniform, she wore absolutely nothing. A lush patch of red pubic hair—exactly the same shade as the hair on her head—appeared before Seong-il’s eyes.
…No panties!?
…Is she serious?
She pressed her lower body against him as he knelt, then cried out.
“Master Seong-il!! Punish me!!”
…Crazy!
Seong-il fell into a panic. He had never imagined she would actually demand the spanking he had jokingly threatened.
Looking at his stunned face, Ilina shook her hips with a determined expression.
“Please! I beg you!”
…Fuck. What now?
The bluff he had used to make her quit had blown up in his face. In the end, Seong-il sighed, raised his hand, and asked,
“Then… how many strikes do you think would be appropriate?”
“!!”
Ilina clearly hadn’t expected him to ask her to set the standard. After a long moment of hesitation, she answered with difficulty.
“Thirty… Would thirty be all right, Master?”
I don’t even know anymore.
Seong-il nodded silently, then raised his hand and brought it down on her firm backside.
Smack!!
“Ahh…!”
Damn it… Why am I even doing this…?!
Irritated, he decided to vent on her and added a scolding tone.
“When your master is administering punishment, you don’t even count the strikes?!”
“S-sorry! One!!”
Sighing, he struck her again.
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
“Ahh…! Two!! Three!!”
Oh… This feels strangely good…?
Her backside—well-trained, toned, and beautifully curved from rigorous training—had a satisfying spring to it. The way it bounced back against his palm was unexpectedly addictive.
Smack!!
“T-twelve… Ahng…!!”
Each time his hand landed, a strange, sweet moan escaped Ilina’s lips.
…Huh?
Instead of showing more pain, her face grew flushed, her eyes glazed, and her moans grew increasingly sensual. A strange sense of dominance mixed with arousal surged through Seong-il.
Don’t tell me she’s…?
To test his suspicion, he struck her harder this time, but deliberately slower.
Smack!!
“Ahnng!!”
Ilina’s back arched sharply as she let out an unmistakably lewd cry.
She’s actually getting off on this…?
Her obscene, seductive reaction shocked him. He felt his own cock stiffen instantly.
Gulp.
Swallowing hard, Seong-il tried to maintain a stern expression and continued the act.
“Why aren’t you counting the strikes?”
“I-I’m sorry! Master!”
…Fuck, this is turning me on so much.
His natural shift to informal speech made Ilina apologize even more desperately. Seong-il, now thoroughly aroused, struggled to keep a calm facade.
“…Even though it was your idea, you can’t even follow the rules of your own punishment?”
“I-I’m sorry! Please give me another chance!!”
A wild, red-haired beauty lay across his lap with her pants down, ass presented, literally begging to be spanked. The bizarre, erotic sight pushed Seong-il’s excitement to the limit. His cock felt like it might burst.
Part of him wanted to throw her down and fuck her like an animal from behind, but he desperately held back his desire and commanded,
“We’re starting over from the beginning. Any objections?”
“None! Thank you for giving me another chance to receive punishment!!”
Instead of anger at being punished, Ilina looked grateful. The sight caused a dark surge of dominance and sadism to rise within Seong-il. Grinning, he raised his hand and began striking her again with real enthusiasm.
Smack!! Smack!!
“Oneee…! T-twooo…!!”
“Speak louder!!”
Smack!! Smack!!
“Yessir…! E-eighteen!!”
Counting the earlier strikes, they were approaching thirty total. Because he was hitting significantly harder than before, her ass had turned bright red like a monkey’s backside.
“Haa… Haa…”
With her face half-buried in the floor, she panted in pain and drooled. The sight made Seong-il’s cock throb fully erect.
Shit… I’m losing my mind. I want to fuck her right now.
The sexy sight of Ilina was driving him insane. Yet he knew the ending of this game was close, and his reputation mattered. He gritted his teeth and thought,
Endure…! Just endure…! In a situation where reputation is everything, if I rape a police constable of all people, it’s straight to jail and game over…! Just endure it…!!!
Clenching his jaw, he raised his hand once more and continued the spanking.
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smaaack!!
“Ahk!! T-twenty-seven…! T-twenty-eight…! T-twenty-nine…! Th-thirty!!”
“Punishment complete!!”
“Hic… T-thank you!!!”
The moment it ended, Ilina knelt with an expression of deep gratitude and bowed to him. Seong-il approached, patted her back, and said,
“You worked hard…”
“Hic…! Thank you, Master…!!”
It was absurd, yet somehow strangely touching—the exchange between master and disciple. Caught up in the ridiculous atmosphere, Seong-il continued without thinking.
“You did excellently today! With that kind of attitude, you’ll be able to master the Mountain Shattering Divine Fist in no time!”
“Thank you! Thank you!!”
Still on her knees, Ilina kept bowing deeply at his praise. The sight of her submissive obedience gave Seong-il a rush of pleasure like he had become a king. He continued praising her for a long while.
After their bizarre session finally ended, Seong-il promised to train with her again in two days, took a shower, and left the training hall behind.