Discipline Begins (7)

To be honest, I don't have any fancy techniques up my sleeve.

After all, my first time ever was just a few days ago with Han Seo-yul noona.

Even then, she was the one on top, grinding her hips and basically spoon-feeding it to me.

So what I'm doing right now? It might just be some dumb brute-force pistoning, mindlessly shoving my hips back and forth. I knew that much without anyone having to point it out.

Is shaking it like this even right...? If it was any other woman, she'd have slapped me and shoved me off by now.

It was the kind of pathetic performance that deserved complaints like "It just hurts, no pleasure at all."

But.

"Hngh...! Ah! Ah! Hey! Too... ugh! Deep...!"

The woman pinned beneath me didn't seem to have a moment to care about any of that.

Park Min-jeong. The hysterical civil servant magical girl was reacting like she welcomed the rough, clumsy thrusts even more.

Thwack! Thwack! Squish!

"Aang! Ah! There! Hnggh!"

Every time our hips slammed together like animals, her eyes rolled back. Her mouth gaped wide, tongue lolling out slackly. Drool poured from her lips, soaking the pillow, but she didn't even think to wipe it away.

This bitch is totally sex-crazed.

Whether it was the corruption desire or her innate masochism peeking through, I couldn't say. But one thing was clear: there wouldn't be a better practice partner for honing my skills.

"Hey."

"Hic... Uh... Wh-what now...!"

"You feel it so damn good, huh?"

"Shut up... No... Hnggh! Ah! Harder! Harder!"

Her mouth said no, but her legs wrapped tighter around my waist. Her heels even tapped my ass, urging me on.

Alright, time to switch it up.

I released her hips and leaned forward.

"C'mere."

"Huh? Hey, suddenly... Mmph?!"

I pressed my waist flush against hers, overlaying my body completely on top of her.

Slap.

Sweat-slick skin met without a gap. The sensation of her plump breasts squishing flat against my chest transmitted vividly.

"Mmph! Mmmph...!"

I covered her lips. Sealed her screams with a brute-force kiss.

Smack, slurp... Smooch... Lick...

"Mmm... Hngh...!"

Her hot breath flooded my mouth. I tangled her tongue with mine and shifted my hip movements.

No more slamming; now I ground in slow circles. Her juices made obscene sounds erupt nonstop.

Squish, squelch, squelch, slurp, smack...

"Hng...! Mmmph...!"

Her body shivered. I could feel my cock scraping every ridge inside her.

Whoa, she's tight.

I'm no monster down there—just a bit longer than the Korean average. But her narrow, elastic walls made it feel like I was wielding some massive wrecking tool.

"Phaah!"

I pulled back from the kiss, and she gasped raggedly.

"Hah, hah... You... you're a beast... "

"Why, don't like it?"

"I hate it... You're ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠heavy... Can't breathe... Ugh!"

She tried pushing my shoulders, but her arms had no strength. Ended up pulling me closer instead.

"Liar."

I nipped her earlobe.

"Hiiik!"

"Your mouth says no, but why's your pussy clamping down like it won't let go? Trying to bite my dick off."

"Th-that's... 'cause you just...!"

"It's been two years, right? How starved do you have to be to grip like this? So damn chewy, it's driving me nuts."

I thrust my hips even deeper.

Our pubic bones clacked together sharply.

Hah, I could seriously date her.

Sounds insane, but the thought bubbled right up to my throat.

She was that good. The overwhelming pleasure from her panting body in my arms, those tight walls refusing to release me.

Impulse hit to whisper sweet nothings, stroke her hair, kiss her softly. Wipe her tears, hold her tenderly, that primal protective instinct.

But.

I bit my lip hard and swallowed it down.

No illusions.

This is rape... no, therapy.

This bitch gets her dopamine from being ignored, trampled, despised. She's got a nasty case of it.

Act sweet here? Whisper love? That'd be poison, not medicine.

Her desires would fester unfulfilled, and she'd come smashing my door down again tomorrow.

'Worse.'

'Rougher.'

'Like total trash.'

That's what she craves. That's my prescription.

I unwrapped my arms from her. Pulled my cock out too. Grabbed a fistful of her sweat-matted hair at the nape, yanking roughly.

"Ack?!"

Her head snapped back. Teary eyes looked up at me, swirling with confusion, fear, and strange anticipation.

"Hey... what the hell suddenly... "

"Change position."

"Wha...?"

"On your stomach. Like a dog."

I flipped her body by force.

"No... Ah! Hair, my hair...!"

"Won't listen."

I kept the grip on her hair and shoved her toward the headboard.

"Aaaah...!"

She crumpled to her knees under my strength. Face buried in the sheets, ass hiked high. But I didn't stop there.

"Lower your upper body. Ass only."

"This is... too... humiliating... Hic... "

I gripped her waist with both hands. Her pale, juicy ass exposed raw before me. Red handprints marked the cheeks, and between them, her glistening red entrance winked.

Pucker, pucker.

The hole twitched on its own, drooling juices, tempting me.

"Hah."

A sight to shatter reason. Who knew a magical girl's body could be this lewd.

I rubbed my stiff cock between her ass cheeks again.

Squelch, squish.

"Hngh... Ah! So hot...!"

"Wasn't it just sweat before? Making a fuss over skin touching skin."

"No... When it touches there... Hnggh!"

I teased deliberately, circling the rim. Tapped her wet folds with my tip, ground her sensitive perineum.

"Beg for it."

"......"

"Can't hear you?"

"You psycho... Die, just fucking die... "

"Mouthy bitch. Want another slap?"

I raised my palm high.

Smack!

"Kyaaang!"

Her ass flesh rippled like waves.

"Say 'Master, please put it in.'"

"No! Why would I... Ack!"

Smack! Crack!

"Hiaang! It hurts! Hurts!"

"Hurts? Then obey. Dumb slut."

I yanked her hair to lift her head.

"You brought this on yourself. You crawled here because you wanted it. Forgot?"

"No... I just... Hic... "

"Just what. Didn't come begging to be fucked? Missed my cock that bad?"

I hoisted her ass higher.

"Look. Your hole's drooling like crazy. Begging to be pounded."

"Don't look... Don't say that...!"

"Say it. Beg for it."

She bit her lip. Shoulders trembling. But her lower half was honest.

Every graze of my tip, her ass pushed back instinctively. Reason had lost to instinct long ago.

"You... put it... in... "

"What? Louder."

"Fuck me already! You bastard!"

She screamed it out. Tears streaming, shaking her ass at me.

"There we go."

I smirked, pulled back, then slammed in to the hilt.

Splurt!

"KyaAAAAANG──!!"

Her scream exploded. Face in the pillow, body convulsing upward.

"Haaa... Uh...!"

"Good? How's that nerd dick you've been craving?"

I pistoned mercilessly.

"Ah! Ah! Hiaang! Too... deep! Stomach... piercing...!"

"Not piercing. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠You're tough. Magical girl, right?"

"No! Hnggh! Ah! There! It hit! Aang!"

From behind, it was a spectacle. Her back muscles writhed with my thrusts, plump ass rippling like waves. Her walls clenched my cock so tight, I could barely think.

Hit? Your womb dropped down on its own.

There was that rumor. Magical girls' wombs descend instinctively for impregnation if they crave seed. Guess my therapy stick pleased it plenty.

I gripped her waist like it might snap, pounding like a beast.

Squish, squelch. Thwack──! Splack──! Thwack──!

"Aaaang! Yes! More! Harder!"

"Filthy slut."

The insults spilled out. Was she loving the pain or the humiliation? The rougher I got, the more I degraded her, the tighter she squeezed—like she wanted to snap my dick off. A groan slipped from me too.

"Ah, fuck, so tight."

"Haa... Uh... Inside... so hot... so full...!"

"You can't go to any other guy now."

"Hng...?! Hak! Aaaak!"

"Starved for two years. But now you've tasted this—what're we gonna do?"

"Don't know... Shut up... Hnggh!"

I deliberately ground the descended cervix.

"Ah! Ah! There! No! Too much! Hiaaaang!"

"Be my personal toilet. Come whenever I want to piss."

"N-no... Why would I... Ack!"

"No? Then why's this ass dancing? Just needs a tail to wag like crazy."

I smacked her ass again.

Crack!

Now she reacted on cue.

"Eek! Yes! No, hate it! Ah! Hnggh!"

"Be honest. You love it. Gets you off feeling raped by me? Treated like trash?"

"No... Hnghik... Hng! Yes... Love it... So good...!"

She broke. I swear I heard her reason snap.

"Yeah, that's it—being honest feels good, huh."

I kicked into final sprint. No mercy. Pure violent pistoning for my pleasure and her corruption desire.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

"Cumming! Gonna cum! Hiaaaang!"

"Hold it! Don't cum till I do! Squeeze tight!"

"Can't hold! Hnggh! Ah! Hak, haaaang!"

Her walls spasmed wildly. Entrance clamped my base like a vice. Burning heat raced from my groin through my body. Toes tingling. Limit.

"C-cumming...!"

I crushed her waist and unleashed everything deep inside.

Spurt! Spurt! Spluuurt! Spluuuush...!

"HiaaaaaANG──!!"

Park Min-jeong's piercing wail filled the room. Her body went rigid, then quaked like a leaf. As my cum gushed in waves, her pussy erupted in a squirting fountain.

We stayed locked like that for ages. Only ragged breaths and sticky skin sounds broke the silence. Peach and night-bloom scents hung thick, dizzying.

"Hah, hah, hah... "

"Ugh... Hic... Hah... "

Face in the sheets, she sobbed. Not sadness—aftershocks too intense for her body to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠handle. She'd enjoyed it so much, drool pooling, unfocused eyes staring blankly.

I slowly withdrew.

Sluuuuurp──

Embarrassing sound as I pulled out. White cream oozed from her swollen hole, trickling down her thighs. Pure lewdness incarnate.

The white mark of defeat for magical girl Park Min-jeong—or rather, bitch Park Min-jeong.

I grabbed tissues from the bedside, wiped roughly. Then looked down at her sprawled on the floor, drenched in sweat, juices, and cum. Quite the sight.

This should cure her. For now.

Therapy done, stats boosted. What could be better?

But the finish matters. Get soft here, and she'd crawl back. Had to etch the hierarchy deep.

"Get up."

"......"

"Not getting up? Done? Then go. Gonna crash here?"

My cold tone made her flinch, head lifting. Eyes red-rimmed, lips swollen. Looked thoroughly ravaged.

But her gaze ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was different. No more venomous contempt—just dazed, obedient puppy eyes fixed on me.

"Ah... "

Park Min-jeong staggered up. Legs wobbling, nearly collapsing. White globs dripped between her thighs.

"Put clothes on. You look pathetic."

"Mmph... "

She silently gathered her torn blouse and underwear, slipping them on. Buttons popped during sex, so she clutched the gaping front awkwardly.

Tsk. Can't have her leave like that—neighbors might see. No choice; I opened the closet, tossed her a baggy hoodie of mine.

"Wear it."

"Huh...?"

"Gonna strut out like that? Advertise you got raped?"

"Ah... Th-thanks... "

She pulled on the hoodie. Oversized on her, sleeves covering hands, hem hiding her ass—bottomless fashion. Seeing her in my scent-marked clothes stirred a weird possessiveness.

But dressed, she lingered at the door. Like she had more to say. Or wanted seconds.

I lifted her chin.

"Listen up."

"Uh... "

"Don't forget today. Not that your body will let you."

"......"

"And when I call."

I stared into her eyes, emphasizing each word.

"Come running. Got it?"

Her pupils quivered. Expression shifted.

Rejection? Rebellion? Nah. Looked more like relief.

Park Min-jeong's lips twitched. She nodded faintly.

"Yeah... "

Her face flushed again. Shame? Or fresh arousal?

"Go. I'm beat."

I opened the door. She scurried out, glancing back repeatedly. Stilted gait. Probably couldn't walk straight tomorrow.

Click.

Door shut. Silence returned.

"Haa... "

I finally exhaled, slumping against the door. Legs jelly. Wrestling a magical girl ain't easy.

"This shit's no joke."

Talent and aptitude? Mine's in a whole different league from this.