Tonight's Mental Education
"Hah... hah..."
I caught my ragged breath and looked up at the boss — a green-skinned mountain of muscle that cleared six and a half feet easy, closer to eight if I had to guess. Take this thing down, and I would finally have a C-rank gate clear under my own name.
"Huff... huff... Yaaah!"
I cycled mana through my entire body and charged. Steel met steel in a shriek that crawled down my spine, and a dull vibration climbed from my fingers through my wrists and out across my whole frame. Same as always: my strength was laughably short of what a gate boss demanded. I did what I could, bleeding off the force with technique, angling my blade to let the blows glance away — but there was no trick for the pain, and no trick for the fatigue stacking up behind it.
No point dragging this out on a body already wrecked from getting here. All or nothing.
I scraped together every last reserve of stamina and mana I had been hoarding and drove the boss back. A startled, furious bellow tore out of its throat.
"Kuruk? KRAAAH!"
I slipped the huge blade by a hair's breadth as it carved for my torso, and started stacking wounds across its body. Shallow ones, though — scratches, against a boss-class monster's bulk and that hide like boiled leather. If anything I had only made it angrier. The thing grew more vicious with every exchange, and I was just starting to lose the margin on those razor-edged swings when the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived.
A great overhead cut came down as if it meant to split me in two. This time I did not dodge. I took it on armor and sword, rolled the force aside, and poured my own strength into the redirect. One mistake and my arm would have gone with it. Instead, the boss's stance collapsed completely.
"Die!"
One strike, every drop of mana I had left packed into the edge — and the arm holding the sword dropped to the floor.
"KRAAAAAH!"
The boss screamed, a fountain of blood jetting from the stump. It's over! I was already smiling, already driving my blade at its heart, when—
Thunk.
"Huh?"
The same sword that had taken an arm thicker than my torso stopped dead, as if I had stabbed a wall. The boss's chest looked absurdly thick, yes — but not thick enough to snuff an attack like that into nothing. I was still standing there with my mouth open, locked in a stunned stare with the thing, when I understood.
There was not a single drop of mana left in my body.
"Kruk, krhgh? KRAAAAH!"
I could not have said how, but the boss grasped that I was finished. It roared and swung a fist like a battering ram. The thing filled my vision, rushing straight at my face.
Ah. If that connects, I die. No. I have to dodge. I have to—
The thought was fast. My body did not move at all. In the space of a blink the fist was on me, a knife-edge of wind pressure and a reek so thick it punched up my nose. Death, close enough to taste. And the last thing that crossed my mind was—
Something burst. A wet, tearing explosion, and my whole body was drenched in sticky blood, the dizzying iron stench flooding my skull.
"Hooo. Disciple. You pathetic little thing. Even granting that your talent is lacking next to your master's, how are you only this much? Never mind failing to clear a C-rank gate by yourself — you didn't even check your own condition before you threw yourself at the boss half-cocked and nearly got yourself killed. How long exactly is this master of yours supposed to play mommy for you, hm?"
"..."
Master looked down at me with open disgust, flicking a few little pebbles between her fingers. I turned my head toward the boss. The upper half of it was simply gone. The lower half still stood, barely, spilling a heap of viscera and a dark pool of blood across the floor. The monster I had staked my life on, fought with everything I had, had burst like an insect under a handful of stones my master had tossed.
"Tch. Let's go. You're getting mental education again today."
"...Yes, Master."
I wiped the tacky blood from my face and answered without any strength at all.
My name is Han Haon. I am twenty years old, and a C-rank hunter.
C-rank at twenty is the kind of thing that ought to puff a man's chest out. I am a little different. My measuring stick is not an ordinary hunter. It is my master.
Hero. Savior of the World. Goddess of the Sword.
Those are the words people use for the woman who put down the chaotic age of the Great Cataclysm and brought peace to humanity — titles so brilliant that "C-rank hunter at twenty" is not even in the same sky. Being allowed to call myself her disciple fills me with a glory and a pride that have no bottom. At the same time, the talent that cannot meet her expectations fills me with shame, and with a weight I cannot put down.
"Ready?"
"Hah... y-yes..."
Which is why a punishment like this is only natural. The penalty a talentless, pathetic disciple who stains Master's name deserves to suffer...
Same as always, I climbed onto the bed, went down on my face, and pushed my hips up as high as they would go. I was wearing nothing. I swallowed the shame as best I could and put both hands behind me, grabbed my own ass, and pulled myself open, reciting the words I had already spoken more times than I could count.
"Please bestow your grace upon your inadequate disciple, Haon. Please spank the ass of this wicked little Haon who only drags Master's name through the mud, and punish him thoroughly. Nngh... and please push Master's slender, pretty fingers into this hole that twitches without even knowing shame, and stir it up as you please."
A wet, shameful sound — almost like a fart — and a squirt of cold gel splattered across my ass. Master's hand was on me at once, smearing that sticky stuff over my hole, working it in without ceremony.
A lewd, viscous noise filled my ears, and then Master's gel-slick fingers were prying me open and pushing inside.
"Ah— auh. Haaah..."
There was not a shred of consideration in it. Two fingers drove in at once and started churning the deepest part of me — thrusting, scraping along the wall, and every so often a sharp smack across my ass to go with it.
"Hah, ah. Nngh, hyaah?!"
I shuddered from head to toe around the fingers violating my ass at their leisure, and the moans that came out of me were pathetic. And then, inevitably, it started.
"Auhn, hyaang. Nnh, hyaaah♡ Aang, hiiih♡"
"Getting your ass fingered feels this good, and you're supposed to be a man? This isn't even punishment. How pathetic, Haon."
"Nngh, hah. I-I'm sorry, Master. Mmmh, nngh♡"
The moment she started rubbing my prostate, moans spilled out of me that made everything before them sound almost decent — thin, lewd, utterly hopeless. Tap. Press. Rub. Three simple patterns, and my prostate swelled under them while my lower belly clenched and fluttered like it had lost its mind. Punishment after punishment had trained the thing; it did not even have the shame to hesitate before sliding straight to the threshold of a dry orgasm.
A dry orgasm. Master says it is a female's pleasure — the kind that suits a man like me exactly. Unmanly. A degraded, failed male.
Crying out like a female, trembling all over, leaking precum and prostatic fluid from that shabby little cock: she says that is precisely what a femboy like me deserves.
"Hek, heeeh. Nngh, nngkh! M-Master, hah. Nngh, p-please forgive me. Aah, I'm going to cum. Nngh, from my prostate. I'm going to cum from getting my ass fingered!"
"Tsk tsk. Do you even realize you're being punished right now? As if wailing like a bitch weren't enough, you're going to get that pathetic failed-male cock hard and cum? Fine — cum if you want. I'll just torture your prostate all night in exchange."
"Nngh, n-no. If you do it all night I'll actually die. Nngh, hyaaang♡ Please, Master. Ah, aaah. Don't tap it, don't rub it, I can't— hiiih♡ Don't press it and rub it either, I c-can't. Nngh, aah. Haaang♡"
I clenched my teeth and tried to ride out the insane pleasure blooming from my prostate and flooding the rest of me. It was not enough. That hellish, heavenly sensation had my whole body fluttering now, not just my belly, and I could barely keep a thought in my head — as if I had stepped into a swamp of pleasure and was already going under. The dry orgasm I felt through my prostate instead of my cock swallowed me whole. Unlike the spike of ejaculation, which climbed and was gone in a blink, this was a melting that had no end at all.
"Nnh, nngh♡"
And in the moment I was sinking into it, becoming female—
"Pfft. Look at that tiny cock twitching around, drooling love-juice. Cute. You want to cum? You want to shoot a load, you failed-male femboy who cums from getting his ass fingered and his prostate played with? Fine. I'll rub your glans with my finger, so go ahead and ejaculate. I'll allow that pathetic little orgasm of yours — watery, green-smelling, a few drops and you're spent."
My glans, wound to a raw, helpless sensitivity, disappeared into Master's fingers. A few careless seconds of rubbing, and that failed-male cock of mine was already at the edge.
"Auhn, hyaaah. N-no, Master. Aah, it's coming. The cum's coming. I'm going to shoot female cum from my femboy cock♡ Nngh, heeeh♡"
It spilled out of me. The pleasure was so far past my limit that my whole body jerked and I thought I would collapse — except Master's fingers inside my ass hauled me back up, and I had no choice but to keep my hips in the air and keep climaxing.
"Nngh, my tiny cock feels so good♡ My dick, hoook! I can cum from my prostate and my cock at the same time, I'm so happy. Nngh, haahn♡ Please finger my ass. Please rub my failed-male glans♡ Hook, hogoook♡♡"
Words I did not recognize came tumbling out of my mouth on their own, and the tears would not stop.
Master's fingers did not stop either. The pleasure that felt as if it would melt my whole body went on, and on, and on.
"Hyaang, nngh♡ Ah, heeeh... ooh, ooooh♡"