Divine Doctor's Valley (6)
"Y-yes... yesh..."
Hearing Dokgo Ryeong's answer, Wi Ilcheong stroked her hair with a look of satisfaction.
"Good. Let's get you gradually used to speaking with proper respect that way."
"Urgh...!"
Just as Dokgo Ryeong's pride began to stir again at being treated like a child, Wi Ilcheong firmly gripped her backside.
"Haaah...!"
"And you will answer me properly. Understood?"
"Yesh...!"
"Well done. But you still have to take your punishment for the mistake you've already made."
"Hweh?!"
As Dokgo Ryeong thrashed, Wi Ilcheong pressed down firmly on her back.
"Did you think a few smacks on the rear would be the end of it?"
"N-no way?!"
"There goes that casual speech again, slipping out from habit."
Wi Ilcheong raised his hand, and Dokgo Ryeong clenched her teeth and tensed her backside.
Ah... come on!
Smack!
"Haaugh..."
"First of all, Young Lady Dokgo, you need to watch those words that keep tumbling out of habit."
"Y-yes... yesh! So please stop with the backside already..."
"See? The proper form is 'please stop,' and yet the casual speech slips out again."
"Th-then please stop!!"
Despite her pleading, Wi Ilcheong raised his hand once more.
And then...
Smack!
His palm struck Dokgo Ryeong's rear again.
"Haaugh...!"
The pain of being spanked wasn't particularly severe. But each time she was struck while draped over his knee, her backside bare and exposed like a child being scolded, the shame of it mixed with a strange pleasure that tickled low in her belly, and that was far harder to endure.
"Young Lady Dokgo, you first need to understand why respectful speech is necessary."
"Yeees..."
"Respectful speech means showing regard for the other person. It is also the most basic courtesy one ought to observe between people."
"..."
"I hear no answer."
"Yees! Yeeees!!"
"Too late."
Wi Ilcheong raised his hand again.
"Please stop, I beg you! Pleeease...!!"
But his hand moved without mercy.
Smack!
"Haaaugh...!!"
Feeling her body tremble, Wi Ilcheong spoke.
"Looking at you, Young Lady Dokgo, it seems you rather enjoy this."
"I-I do not!"
"Is that so..."
"Haah!"
Wi Ilcheong lightly traced a finger over her sex. Then he held his finger, wet with her arousal, up before her eyes.
"You seem even wetter than before."
"Th-that's not..."
"Look at this."
He pressed his thumb into the wetness and drew it out in a long, glistening string.
"No room for excuses. That is clearly love juices."
"Hnn..."
"I set out to discipline you, and instead you've grown even wetter... Good heavens. I have never met a woman as lewd as Young Lady Dokgo."
"Wh-who are you calling lewd...!"
"The moment you panic, the casual speech comes right back out."
Wi Ilcheong raised his hand again and struck her rear.
Smack!
"Ahnnngh...!"
As Dokgo Ryeong's waist shuddered and convulsed, Wi Ilcheong set his nails lightly against her skin and gently stroked her backside.
"My... don't tell me you've nearly climaxed from being spanked alone?"
"Th-that's not true... hnn..."
"You are remarkably easy to please, Young Lady Dokgo."
"Hnn!"
His finger slipped between her legs once more. When he stroked her sex with the soft pad of his finger, Dokgo Ryeong's body gave a full-body shiver.
"Th-there... if you touch... hnn!"
"Last time, didn't you grind yourself against my manhood?"
"Th-that was... haaugh!"
Each time his finger moved back and forth, the joints of his curved finger brushed against her clit. Dokgo Ryeong clamped her legs shut. It was an attempt to hold back the pleasure—but it only stoked Wi Ilcheong's desire further.
With her legs pressed together, her tightly closed sex, soaked through, seemed to beckon him. At the sight of it, Wi Ilcheong let out a dry laugh.
"Truly... you are lewd, Young Lady Dokgo."
"I-I am not!"
"Soaking yourself like this, stirring a man's heart to a boil?"
"P-please stop touching me. Hnn...!"
"I refuse. You did things others dislike, so I shall thoroughly do only the things you beg me not to."
He pressed firmly against the plump folds of her inner lips.
"Hnn...!"
"To feel so much from mere caresses around the area..."
"I-I am not feeling anything!"
"You've been saying nothing but 'no' this whole time."
His hand slid a little higher, and a finger pressed between the cheeks of her rear.
"If that's the case, why has your rear entrance been twitching open and shut this whole time?"
"Hiiik! D-don't look!"
"You've forgotten your respectful speech again."
"D-don't look at me!"
She added the proper ending a beat too late—already too late. Wi Ilcheong spanked her rear once more.
"Hnnngh...!"
As she went limp, he took both hands and spread her cheeks apart.
"Wh-what are you doing!"
"Looking at the place Young Lady Dokgo finds most shameful."
"Hiiik!! Y-you Lust Demon!!"
"...It seems spanking alone wasn't enough."
Wi Ilcheong set a finger, still slick and shining with her juices, against her rear entrance and pressed firmly.
"Th-that's dirty...!"
"I cleaned it thoroughly earlier, while Young Lady Dokgo was sleeping without a care in the world."
"Hweh?! H-how...!"
"Would you like to know? It will be a rather filthy story."
"Hnn...!"
He set his fingertip against her and, using the pad of his finger, rubbed slowly along the tight ring of her entrance. Looking at the firmly closed hole, Wi Ilcheong smiled.
"How long do you think you can keep clenching like that?"
"Th-there is absolutely not allowed..."
"Is that so. Young Lady Eun said the same thing at first."
He brought one hand up toward her chest.
"Haaugh!"
Even through her clothes, he found her nipple with perfect accuracy and rolled it between two fingers as he spoke.
"I had to soothe you so often on the way here that I naturally learned exactly where they are."
"D-don't say... such things... hnn...!"
"I have no idea what you mean."
Finding the fabric too teasing, he slipped his hand straight inside her clothes. The moment his fingertips caught her nipple, he flicked it lightly.
"Haaugh...!"
"Your nipples are standing stiff."
"S-stop saying... dirty things..."
"I'm glad to hear the respectful speech coming more naturally, Young Lady Dokgo. The discipline is beginning to show results."
"Y-yes... yesh... so please stop touching me..."
Dokgo Ryeong lifted her head and looked up at him with tearful eyes. Seeing that expression, Wi Ilcheong smiled softly.
"I refuse."
"Hweh?!"
"If we stop here, Young Lady Dokgo will be right back to her old ways within a few days. I cannot stand to see that."
"I-I won't! I-I really won't!"
"I don't believe you. People don't change so easily."
"Th-they do change easily... hnn!"
Suddenly feeling something foreign pressing between her cheeks, Dokgo Ryeong clenched her rear tight.
"Did I not warn you beforehand? That you wouldn't be able to keep clenching for long."
"P-pull it out! Q-quickly...!"
"Pull what out?"
"Y-your finger. Pleeease..."
"From where?"
"Hnn...!"
As he kept asking with deliberate cruelty, Dokgo Ryeong answered with her ears flushed scarlet.
"F-from my back hole..."
"Oh dear. You've chosen your words poorly."
He pushed his finger in deeper, and Dokgo Ryeong's back arched like a drawn bow.
"Haaugh...!"
"How is it that you only ever pick the lewdest possible words? At this rate, I could almost believe Young Lady Dokgo is the one seducing me."
"I-I am not! Please pull it out already...!"
"Very well. As you wish."
He obediently withdrew his finger, and for a brief moment she relaxed—only for him to push it deep inside again.
"Haaahn...!"
"How long has it been, and already you're taking it so softly? I think we could try adding another finger."
"I-it'll stretch! Stop putting it in!"
"Hmm?"
Then Wi Ilcheong lifted her and set her chin against his thigh. Naturally, her eyes came face-to-face with his manhood, standing stiff and thrusting skyward, and Dokgo Ryeong panicked.
"P-put that away!! Q-quickly!!"
"This is what will go in."
"Hweeeh?!"
Dokgo Ryeong recoiled in horror.
"Young Lady Eun rather enjoys it from behind, you see. Her frame is smaller than yours, yet she took my manhood again and again and returned to normal afterward, so there should be no problem."
"S-something this big...?"
"Yes."
"I-it won't go in..."
"It will."
"I-I..."
At that moment, Wi Ilcheong pulled his manhood back toward his belly and released it.
"Hweh?!"
The rebound sent it smacking against Dokgo Ryeong's cheek.
"In that case, it should be 'I' in the humble form, not the casual one."
"Y-yes... yesh...! S-so please... put it away already...!"
Her rough breath brushed against his manhood, and Wi Ilcheong reacted.
"...You're smelling it, aren't you."
"Hiiik?! I-I am not!"
"Your nostrils are flaring."
"I-I'm really not! Truly!!"
"Hmm... your body is being rather honest about disagreeing."
"Hweh?!"
"You've been squeezing down on my finger this whole time."
The moment she heard that, she clenched around his finger again.
"Hnnngh...!"
"You may be honest with me, Young Lady Dokgo."
"Yesh?!"
"Would you like to try licking it?"
"Th-this?!"
"Yes. My manhood."
Dokgo Ryeong's eyes went wide.
Th-this...
Her breathing grew gradually rougher. Wi Ilcheong did not rush her; he simply left her free to take in the sight of him at her own pace.
"D-do I have to lick it?"
"Well... not necessarily. But it is the act every man enjoys most."
"Really...?"
"Yes. Haven't you seen Young Lady Baekri and Young Lady Eun do it for me every time?"
"B-but!"
"If you lick it, today's discipline ends here."
"Hweh?!"
Hearing his proposal, Dokgo Ryeong fell into thought. Just then, his finger slipped free of her rear.
"Haaugh...!"
"Can you feel it? The way it tightens right back up the moment I pull out?"
When his finger gently stroked her entrance again, she let out a sharp cry.
"S-stop touching me!!"
"But it's far too enjoyable. The way you flinch every time I touch..."
"I-I'll lick it!!"
At her cry, Wi Ilcheong stopped.
"Truly?"
"Hnn...! I-if I just lick it... you won't... torment me any more, right?!"
"Hmm... yes. I give you my word."
"Ah...!"
The moment the word "word" left his mouth, Dokgo Ryeong's face brightened.
"Th-then right away..."
Still bound, she tried to shift her body toward his manhood. Her hair spilled across the floor, tickling his thighs.
"Urgh...! Why... won't this position...!"
She twisted and strained to reach him, but with both hands and feet bound she could barely move. Finding the sight endearing, he watched for a moment—then, sensing she was about to grow truly irritated, slipped his hands under her arms and set her down on the floor.
"This should be more comfortable for you."
"Yees..."
Kneeling between his spread legs and pushing herself upright, Dokgo Ryeong suddenly realized just what she had volunteered to do.
H-holy shit, it's huge...
And this was the same manhood that had just been in and out of Baekri Sohyeon and Eun Gwanyeong—still carrying both their saliva and his seed.
Urgh...!
But if she licked this, he had given his word that there would be no more torment tonight. Wi Ilcheong was a true pervert, overflowing with lust, a complete bastard who kept tormenting her in lewd ways and drove her half mad with irritation—but he was a man who kept his promises without fail.
Dokgo Ryeong clenched her teeth and looked up at him.
"I-if I really just lick it..."
"Yes. That will conclude today's discipline."
"Y-you promise?"
"Yes. I promise."
"Th-then..."
Slowly, Dokgo Ryeong leaned forward, parted her lips, and put out her tongue. Her face drew closer and closer to his manhood.
"Haa... haa..."
The tip of her nose brushed against him. Her rough, warm breath washed over his manhood, and Wi Ilcheong clenched his teeth slightly.
Wh-what is this?
She hadn't even licked him yet, and already a strange, electric sensation was gathering at the base of his spine. It felt almost like the edge of climax, and he denied it to himself—that couldn't be.
But then...
"I-I'm going to lick it?"
"Yes, Young Lady Dokgo."
"E—"
The moment her tongue dragged along the underside of his manhood, over a swollen vein, his hips trembled.
"Kh...!"
"A-are you okay?"
"Yes. Please continue."
Using the flat of her tongue, Dokgo Ryeong swept upward from the base. Then she caught the bead of seed gathered at the tip of the head on her tongue and stuck it out.
"Th-there. I did it."
"Kh...! Th-this...!"
"Eh?"
At the sight of her, Wi Ilcheong's legs began to shake.
What on earth...
"Y-Young Lady Dokgo!"
"Hweh?!"
"Y-your eyes!"
Not understanding, she simply obeyed and shut her eyes—and in that instant,
"Kh!"
Something warm and sticky splattered across her face.
"Wh-what is this?"
"...My apologies, Young Lady. It seems the stimulation was simply too strong."
"D-don't tell me..."
Dokgo Ryeong realized what was covering her face.
"W-wipe it off right now! Right nooow!!"
"Yes, Young Lady!"
Wi Ilcheong hurriedly scrubbed at her face with his own clothes.
"Y-you really! S-suddenly doing something like...!"
Still grumbling, Dokgo Ryeong opened her eyes—and found Wi Ilcheong right in front of her, holding her face in both hands.
"Without even a word..."
"I apologize, Young Lady."
"..."
They were close enough that their breath mingled. Looking at him holding her cheeks, Dokgo Ryeong's heart began to race faster than usual.
"S-seriously..."
"I... did not expect this either."
"Hnn... s-stop talking..."
She squeezed her eyes shut to escape his gaze. But that only made every other sense sharper. His breath drew a little closer.
"W-Wi Ilcheong?"
"Of all times, you choose now to call me by name."
"Hnn...!"
His hair brushed her forehead, and her body went rigid.
"Thaat... I..."
"Don't open your mouth."
"Hmph!"
She pressed her lips tightly together. The moment his nose touched hers...
"H-hweeeeng..."
"Y-Young Lady Dokgo?!"
Dokgo Ryeong collapsed. Seeing her ears flushed scarlet all the way to the tips and her hair turned a full, soft pink, Wi Ilcheong let out a sigh.
"Haa... I thought she was finally getting used to it and lasting longer..."
Still, she hadn't fainted at the mere sight of seed the way she had the first time, so he supposed she had improved a great deal.
"..."
Recalling the moment just past, Wi Ilcheong lightly touched his own lips.
...Just now, that was...
Dokgo Ryeong, too, lay still with her eyes closed. Had she held on only a little longer, he almost certainly would have stolen her lips then and there.
"Honestly..."
He had thought that with a history of embracing countless women, he would never be shaken—yet looking at it now, it felt as though he was the one being led around by Dokgo Ryeong.
He touched his lips once more and murmured to himself.
"...I can no longer even guarantee I'll last until Tianzhu."