Silk Blond (8)
Chapter 39
Silk Blond (8)
1.
Slap.
“Heut.”
When I lightly smacked Malangi’s pussy mound with my open palm, a wet, squelching sound rang out.
It sounded like she had pissed herself, but what was soaking her pussy wasn’t urine — it was her love juices.
I had only stroked her head as a reward for sitting nicely, getting down, and obeying commands, yet her pussy was already fully prepared to accept a cock.
If she hadn’t dodged with a lie, I would’ve even called this cute…
“Just because I patted your head a little, you’re already dripping so much love juice? Now that I see it, you’re one hell of a pervert bitch.”
“Heeeut……♡”
To a bitch who had refused her Master’s command and lied like a human, there was nothing to give but humiliation.
Even after hearing words that would have severely wounded a normal person’s pride, Malangi only trembled with excitement, her waist quivering.
Was Silk Blond always this much of a pervert? Or does she like me so much that she can take any insult from me positively?
Seriously pondering that, I struck her slit a little harder with my palm than before.
Chwap!
“Heung♡”
Along with Malangi’s pleased moan, the love juices soaking her pussy area splattered everywhere from the impact.
Her pussy mound was so drenched that just the flying juices made her ass as wet as if she had sat on a rain-soaked chair.
I wiped my love-juice-covered palm on her fluffy golden tail and mocked Malangi in a dumbfounded tone.
“Look at all that liquid flying everywhere, you damn bitch. Your big ass is completely soaked. Just how much of a pervert are you to get this wet? Is there a pump installed in your pussy or something?”
Apparently excited by the insulting words, Malangi trembled once more and shook her previously drooping tail again.
Yet she still didn’t want to admit she was a pervert, so she shook her head left and right and began making lame excuses.
“N-No, that’s not it. It’s not that Malangi is a pervert… it’s just that Master’s petting feels too good……”
“Say something that makes sense, you horny pervert bitch.”
Smack!
“Kyaaung♡”
Useless excuses like that were best cut off with a pussy slap. That was the golden rule.
This time I hit her pussy hard enough that the sound alone made it sting just to hear it. Love juices splattered again, and a small puddle formed right beneath her pussy.
“Heuk♡ Hehheut♡”
“Does it feel good? You like getting your pussy slapped?”
“Y-Yes…… I like it♡”
Even though a fully trained adult man had slapped her pussy with full strength, Malangi only wagged her tail with a stupid, blissful smile. In fact, my palm that had struck her pussy hurt more.
I expected this would happen… but it’s still damaging to my pride.
Originally, the genitals — whether male or female — are equally painful spots when hit. But the gap between F-rank me and S-rank her was so huge that even her weak point didn’t feel like a weak point.
That fact made Malangi arrogant, and she provocatively swayed her tail and ass while speaking in a relaxed voice.
“M-Master’s palm is so soft that it doesn’t even feel like I’m being hit. If you really want to train Malangi, how about using a proper training rod for Malangi’s education?”
“What?”
“I-If it’s Malangi’s brand-new, never-used, super-sensitive virgin pussy… even Master’s inexperienced training rod should be enough to educate it……”
Just as Malangi said, her pussy was so pathetic that it gushed love juices just from having her head patted.
A pussy with such poor self-control would probably reach a defeated orgasm the moment it was penetrated even once by my S-rank bitches’ training rod.
But there was no need to go that far. Training Malangi was more than enough with just my palm.
I slightly raised the corner of my mouth where she couldn’t see and asked innocently,
“Really? My palm doesn’t feel like it’s hitting you at all?”
Thinking I was hesitating with the thought ‘As expected… If the palm doesn’t work, I guess I have no choice but to bring out the discipline rod,’ Malangi nodded her head up and down rapidly.
“Yeah.”
“It really doesn’t feel like anything?”
“Master’s palm is way too weak to discipline Malangi’s strong pussy. No matter how much you hit it, it just feels like Master is gently stroking my pussy. It only makes me feel good. Hhng♡”
Now completely arrogant, Malangi even snorted as she provoked me.
This was definitely not the attitude a bitch who should be loyal to her Master should show. I silently chuckled at her puffed-up appearance.
She’s completely let her guard down. Just as planned.
I had deliberately slapped her pussy even though I knew it wouldn’t work — all to make her lower her guard.
Shock always hits much harder when there’s no preparation at all.
I had purposely done something ineffective to maximize the impact of my decisive blow.
And Malangi, who had fallen for my weak act so obviously, had already regained her composure. She grabbed one ass cheek with her hand and spread open her tightly closed pussy lips, seducing me.
“Instead of that stroking-like spanking, how about properly punishing me now? It’s too weak to make me repeat ‘I’m fucked’♡”
Perhaps to provoke me, her way of speaking had already reverted from Malangi’s to Silk Blond’s. Even her leisurely swaying tail and ass radiated arrogance.
Yet her pussy kept dripping love juices nonstop.
Her pussy, greedily pumping out lubricant as if starving for cock, looked far too lustful to belong to a virgin.
But Silk Blond is a virgin. She has zero interest in anyone except me.
To Silk Blond, who could freely control anything given enough time and opportunity, both people and demonic beasts were nothing more than servants she could command as she pleased.
That’s why no matter how handsome or capable someone was, they could never become someone she felt affection, favor, or sexual desire toward.
That’s also why she’s even more obsessed with me, since taming doesn’t work on me.
In the entire world, the only person Silk Blond could like was me. The rabbit hole — the reason taming didn’t work — was my unique ability.
So in this situation where she didn’t know if she could have sex with me, it was inevitable that her body was going crazy trying to accept my cock.
“Hurry up and punish Malangi’s cheeky virgin pussy with Master’s cock♡ Stuff Malangi’s stupid, pathetic pussy deep with Master’s discipline rod and clearly engrave the master-servant relationship♡”
It hadn’t even been ten minutes since she had been embarrassed about taking off her pants, yet vulgar, obscene words were pouring out of Malangi’s mouth like a machine gun.
That was how desperately she wanted to have sex with me — enough to forget all shame.
With the single-minded desire to become one with me, she had become a legendary virgin bitch who could drool from her pussy even without any experience with men.
“Spanking doesn’t work? You’re saying you can’t be disciplined unless I put my cock in?”
“Yes! Now nothing works except your cock. Master, if you keep teasing me like this, Malangi might go crazy and pounce on you. So please put it in quickly before the master-servant relationship gets reversed♡”
Now Malangi was even threatening me. But no matter how much she threatened, I had no intention of inserting my cock. Training Malangi was more than enough with just one finger.
For a bitch who can’t even wait this short amount of time, discipline is the answer.
I raised my palm, intending to teach this one-day-old puppy Malangi — who was seducing me by swaying her ass up, down, left, and right — exactly what “I’m fucked” meant, and made her a proposal.
“Really? Then let’s do this. I’ll give you one last slap. If it still doesn’t do anything, then I’ll put my cock in.”
“If I don’t make any sound at all…… w-we’ll have sex?”
“Yeah. I’ll put you on my lap, have sex with you, and even kiss you. If Malangi becomes a well-behaved, pretty bitch like that.”
“He, heheuk♡ Okay! H-Hurry up and hit me! Master’s F-rank weak little minnow palm can’t possibly have any effect on Malangi’s S-rank bitch pussy!”
At the thought of getting to have sex, Malangi lowered her waist and raised her ass even higher. It was the perfect posture of a bitch in heat, so I turned my body toward her ass and sat down to make it easier to strike.
Looking down from the front, sticky strands of love juice were dripping continuously from Malangi’s pussy.
She’s already only thinking about getting fucked. Not even trying to hold back at all.
It was quite funny how she looked so confident, thinking the palm slap wouldn’t affect her anymore and was only preparing to receive my cock.
I spoke one last time to Malangi, who was lightly shaking her ass up and down as if urging me to hit her quickly.
“Oh, and if my palm actually works… you’ll get punished with a hundred more slaps for your insolence. Got it?”
“I got it, so just hurry up and hit me already! Heut♡ Hauk♡”
Her voice had now turned sharp, as if she really couldn’t hold back anymore. Her rough, hot breathing told me her patience had reached its limit.
Snorting at the sight of Malangi — no, Silk Blond — drinking kimchi soup by the whole bowl, I activated the rabbit hole on my palm.
Crackle! Crackle-crackle-crackle!!!
White sparks jumped above my palm.
The same rabbit hole that had sent both Scar and Lapis Julie flying in one hit was now fiercely roaring to crush Silk Blond.
At the ominous sound, Silk Blond finally sensed something was wrong and turned her head.
“Alright, here it comes.”
“Eh? W-Wait, Master!”
Ignoring her desperate attempt to stop me, I slammed my palm — crackling with sparks — against her pussy mound with the strongest force I had used so far.
SMACK!!!! Crackle-crackle-crackle!!!!!
The moment my full-powered strike landed on Malangi’s pussy—
“Hiiiiiikuuuuuuuuuuut?!!!!”
She let out an incredibly cute and loud moan as her lowered waist bounced upward violently.
Boing!
Because of that, I — who had been sitting on her waist — was launched straight up, slammed my head into the ceiling, and fell to the floor.
Thud!
“Ow!”
Plop.