Subjugating the Delinquent Girl (3)
Dong-hyun and Adrian arrived at the emperor's training grounds, changed into comfortable clothes, and stood facing each other.
"When you're doing unarmed combat, targeting vital points is what matters — unlike with a sword or any other weapon. Getting kicked in the thigh isn't going to kill anyone. Neutralize their guard, then attack. That's the easy way."
She demonstrated as she walked him through the basics.
"Say your opponent raises their arms and guards like this?"
Adrian reached out and showed Dong-hyun how to put a guard up.
"Just throw a punch and smash right through it."
"What?"
She'd seemed like she was explaining things properly. Then she suddenly started talking complete nonsense.
"Ah... you're not following? Watch."
A straw dummy stood nearby. She drove two wooden poles into the ground in front of it, planted so tightly across the dummy's face that a fist would have a hard time fitting between them. Adrian had rammed them in with such force that they barely even wobbled.
"First you throw some light punches to mess with their eyes, then you drive a straight through like this. Like so."
Adrian's left hand flicked out a few jabs. Then her right hand drove a straight punch home.
CRACK!!
The solid wooden poles shattered under Adrian's fist as it punched straight through, burying itself in the dummy's face.
"Do that a few times and they'll go down."
"Ha... that's... never mind."
Dong-hyun shook his head at the sight. Born with the Heavenly Body, Adrian had no need for technique. Not that she lacked it — her fighting style was just straightforward and brutal. Putting up a guard against her was no different from asking her to break your arms.
"Huh? Why?"
"Adrian. You think I can smash those poles the way you just did?"
"Ah? Oh! I-I'm sorry. So... you need a fighting style that someone without that kind of strength can actually use?"
Only then did Adrian realize her mistake.
"In that case... you'd be better off learning from Sirian. Her fighting style relies more on technique than raw power."
She was right. What Dong-hyun needed wasn't how to crush enemies with overwhelming force — it was how to stand against them even when he was the weaker one.
"That makes sense. I'll go see Sirian, then."
When he stepped into Sirian's bedchamber, she welcomed him with a bright, pleased expression.
Ah... maybe I should just live in this world forever.
Life as emperor was satisfying enough to make him seriously consider it. But Dong-hyun still had too many things left unfinished. He still had to take revenge on his stepmother and Kang Su-yeon. And there was Lee Yu-jin, the female gang boss, to settle scores with as well. He couldn't settle here. He had to keep growing stronger.
But now that he was here, he wasn't about to just walk past this.
Sirian had blue eyes and a cold face, but for Dong-hyun alone she wore a bright smile she never showed anyone else. Adrian and Sirian were worshipped in this world as polar opposites — Adrian the tough, powerful one, Sirian the ice-cold beauty who never let her expression slip. And yet both of them came to him like the gentlest of lambs.
"Sirian. Lie down. No — get on your hands and knees."
Even at that sudden demand the moment he walked in, Sirian smiled and stripped off her clothes. Then she gripped the edge of the bed and bent at the waist. The slender curve of her waist caught his eye. The line running from her snow-white back down to her ass was impossibly alluring.
He grabbed hold of her ass and pushed his cock inside. The way her pussy wrapped around him, drawing him in with that warm, enveloping pull, was a work of art. She'd already been soaked before he even entered her — there was no resistance at all.
"Hyaaah... haaah... Your Majesty... it feels so good..."
Sirian looked back over her shoulder at Dong-hyun, a seductive smile on her lips. The sight made his cock swell even harder. He slammed his hips into her with even more force.
"Aaagh... Your Majesty... too hard!! Be gentle... nngh!!"
Sirian was actually begging him. Her blue eyes had grown faintly wet. But something burning simmered beneath the surface. She said it was too much, yet the moans in her voice were begging him to go even harder. Dong-hyun felt it too, so he drove his hips faster and faster.
"Hah! Hah!!"
The rapid pace left him gasping for breath. Then he came hard, pumping his semen deep inside her. After that first climax, the strength drained from his body and he collapsed onto the floor.
Sirian scooped him up effortlessly, laid him on her bed, and climbed on top of him.
"Your Majesty... just lie back and relax."
She took his cock, lined it up with her pussy, and sank down onto it.
"Nnnngh..."
Sirian grabbed her own breasts and rolled her hips. The line of her pelvis moved like something out of a painting, tracing endless orbits above him. She savored the feel of his cock inside her, then slowly lifted her ass and began to bounce. He'd just come, so his hypersensitive cockhead was being stimulated all over again.
"Khhnngh!! W-wait!!! Nngh!!"
Sirian's hip work sent something surging up through the head of his cock. When she lifted her ass and pulled off, something between semen and piss sprayed from him. This was a man's squirting.
"Incredible... this..."
Her technique was so exceptional that she'd made him do it. As Dong-hyun's body trembled, riding out the aftershocks, Sirian bent down and started sucking his cock. Even though he'd just come, he grew hard again inside her mouth. She sucked him with devoted loyalty.
After three climaxes, Dong-hyun finally told Sirian why he'd come to see her.
"Oh my... then... we should probably wash up first, shouldn't we?"
Semen and juices were smeared all over both of them. Training like this would be a bit much. Sirian smiled and led him to the bathroom. Of course, another storm swept through in there as well.
Sirian and Dong-hyun faced each other once more at the emperor's training grounds. She looked even more beautiful, as if she'd been thoroughly satisfied. Even her skin seemed firmer, more radiant.
"Alright! Let me teach you about unarmed combat~"
In high spirits, Sirian launched into her lesson. She taught him everything meticulously, starting from the most basic fighting methods. Of course, her teaching had its own problem. She possessed the Martial God trait, which meant she was a genius fighter.
"Ah... in that situation you need to rotate your body like this so you can evade and attack from this angle at the same time."
The explanations were difficult, but Dong-hyun had received the Martial God trait in the real world, so he could at least vaguely grasp what she was talking about. That was a relief.
"Your Majesty... you're incredible. Plenty of people have come to me asking to learn, but you're the first one who's been able to follow along and absorb it this well."
Sirian praised him for it. Without even a taste of the Martial God trait, he never would have been able to keep up with this level of instruction.
And so Dong-hyun spent a full month receiving special training from Sirian. He didn't have the Martial God trait in this body, but he'd grown reasonably accustomed to handling it. That was only possible, though, because Ailes's body was far more robust than Choi Sun-woo's. Sun-woo's body was even frailer than he'd expected — the movements he'd been able to pull off as Ailes might well be beyond him.
That was why he entered Choi Sun-woo's world and started working out. If he was going to fight those people, he needed to build his body up to some degree. He had no intention of going back to school for at least a week.
Every morning he woke up and started running. Even a little jogging left him gasping for breath, but he didn't give up. He kept moving. He started from home, and the course ended at a mountain spring. Running up the mountain was even harder, but that just meant he could build strength and stamina that much faster.
When he reached the spring, he started working out on the exercise equipment — push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, all of it, steadily, every day. And he practiced the body movements he'd learned from Sirian, drilling them into Sun-woo's flesh. Fortunately, there were barely any people at the spring, so nothing stopped him from training like this.
After a week of exercise, he could feel Sun-woo's body getting noticeably firmer. He'd dedicated nearly every hour of that week to working out and eating.
Around the time a week had passed, Sun-woo's mother spoke up.
"The school called today. They said you haven't been to class for a week. Is something going on?"
Sun-woo's mother prepared food before he left for school, then went to work and came home late in the evening, so she hadn't known he'd been skipping class. He was a fully grown university student, but in this world education was compulsory — once the unexcused absences stretched past a week, they'd contacted his guardian.
"It's not like nothing happened, but I'll start going to school again next week. Don't worry."
If he claimed he'd skipped school for no reason, she wouldn't believe him. He had to tell her some version of the truth.
"You're okay, though?"
"Don't worry. It's something I can handle."
Sun-woo's mother looked at Dong-hyun with a worried face.
"Mom's... sorry. But I'm so grateful you grew up this well, Sun-woo. If anything's hard, Mom will find a way to help you... okay? You have to tell me."
Kim Hye-jung's words made Dong-hyun's chest tighten. He'd never known what a mother was — never felt a mother's love. Hye-jung's words made his chest tremble as if something had struck it.
"I'm really... okay. I can handle this."
"Alright. Mom believes in her son. You've always done well."
Kim Hye-jung said she believed in Sun-woo, but her face was still full of worry. For some reason, Dong-hyun found himself wanting her to smile. She wasn't his own mother, but he could tell how much she'd devoted herself to Sun-woo.
"Yeah. Thank you... Mom..."
The word didn't come easily from his lips. The moment he said it, tears spilled from his eyes before he even realized they were coming.
Hye-jung wiped them away.