Essential Aftercare and Imprinting Kindness
What those being bullied needed was a small act of kindness—something to show them repeatedly and etch into their hearts from here on out. And for spanking, aftercare was absolutely essential.
Once Sena had calmed down, he had her lie face-down on the bed and fetched the recovery gel he'd prepared in advance. At first glance, with its viscosity and appearance, it could easily be mistaken for lube—but actually using it as such would spell disaster. Recovery gel amplified the regenerative abilities of whatever area it was applied to, which meant it naturally came with a burning sensation upon contact. Imagine slathering that on your dick or pussy. Forget sex; you'd be thrashing around desperately trying to wash it off.
"It stings," he said, slathering a generous amount of the minty recovery gel onto his hand.
Sena, sprawled on the bed with her reddened ass exposed, didn't reply, but her tension was evident in the way she clenched her fists tight.
Slap.
As he rubbed the sticky gel over her ass, Sena twitched. The more thoroughly he spread it across her entire backside, the more she started squirming.
"Mm... ngh......"
She was grinding her teeth, desperately holding back moans—or so she thought. To him, her frantic efforts were utterly adorable. Her fists gripped the pillow and sheets like she was about to tear them apart, her face buried deep in the bedding as if determined to drill through it. Her ass cheeks clenched hard, her legs trembled faintly, and then—thud. Thud. Thud.—her raised toes began drumming against the bed.
"Ngh..."
"Try to hold still."
"Nngh......"
It must have hurt like hell. Aftercare was always the toughest part of any play session. He massaged her ass methodically, kneading every inch, when a second wave of arousal suddenly stirred.
Truly flawless skin—not a hint of discoloration.
Her pussy was the same: pure, unblemished white. Toying with it like a plaything, he spread her cheeks to reveal her anus—a pretty pink, just as expected.
One day, maybe I'll claim that hole too?
His perverted junior back home had offered up both her pussy and ass to him without hesitation. So surely Sena would do the same for him...? Smack.
"Don't spread them."
Had he stared too long? Sena kicked the back of his leg with her heel.
He chuckled sheepishly and refocused on the massage. "Haha, sorry. It was just... so pretty."
"That's not a spot you call pretty. It's embarrassing, so stop looking."
"Got it, got it."
Perhaps growing accustomed to the pain, Sena's squirming gradually subsided. In the now-quiet room, only her faint breaths and the slick sounds of the gel lingered. He asked,
"Punishment isn't just about hitting, you know."
"...Yeah."
Her voice sounded drowsy, drained of energy. No wonder, after all that commotion.
"We could try different things. You okay with that?"
"Like what?"
"......You won't get mad, right?"
He probed tentatively, and Sena—eyes closed as if already asleep—merely parted her lips.
"Yeah."
"S-sex."
"...Sex?"
Her eyes cracked open, peering at him. He swallowed dryly.
"Ah, but we don't have to. I was just saying it's an option..."
"You swore."
Swore? What oath? ...Oh!
——No matter what you do to me, I won't dodge or hold grudges——
Was she referring to that promise? But it wasn't some binding contract with harsh penalties—it was just a casual vow. He wouldn't get mad if she broke it, and it surely didn't extend to sex...!
"Then I'll keep it."
Any excuses died in his throat. Ah, right. Magicians were like this. What seemed like a minor moral promise to him was a sacred oath to them, a contract linking straight to their soul. An achievement that ended in mere honor for him was a destiny worth staking their life on for them.
He just couldn't comprehend it. Keep promises by all means, but only up to the agreed line—no more. Destiny? Screw that; live life on your own terms. Why grovel to others' expectations? They didn't have to grapple with the modern world's future anxieties clouding their present like people from his world did.
I can't understand them, even if I try.
Of course, he had no right to meddle in their lives, nor any desire to.
"But," he said.
"Yes."
"Sex... give me a little time to think."
Take all the time she needed. He wouldn't mind a refusal.
"I......" Her voice faded, as if sleep was claiming her. "......am a virgin."
With that, Sena drifted off. He pulled his hands from her ass and stared at her sleeping profile.
Had he heard that right?
"A virgin?"
No response from the slumbering girl. Gazing at her peacefully sleeping face, he shifted his eyes to her pussy—a tight, straight slit. His mind went blank.
"A virgin, yet such a pervert?"
She was going places. Big places, no doubt.
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"Sleep well?"
Grand, guarding the entrance, greeted the notably fatigued-looking Sena. She nodded curtly, her silent morning salute.
Trailing behind, Lee Hyun kept combing her hair as they descended.
"Hm?"
Grand eyed them intently, sensing something off. He watched Lee Hyun's exaggeratedly gentle combing before suddenly grabbing his collar.
"You bastard!"
"Wh-what?! Why?!"
"Something's weird about you today. Why's your hand on Sena's hair so different from usual?!"
"It's the same hair I comb every day—what's weird about it?!"
"You two look way too chummy!"
Eh? He'd just acted normal... Dangling helplessly as Grand shook him, Sena cleared her throat softly.
"Grand. Enough."
"Understood."
Grand dropped him instantly at her word.
"We didn't do anything special."
......Why the face? She avoided his gaze like it was embarrassing, her tone unusually curt. That "we didn't do anything special" sounded suspiciously like a denial that screamed guilt.
Come to think of it, this morning had been oddly different too. She'd woken without complaint, washed up quietly, and even tried dressing herself—only succeeding once he helped. It looked the same on the surface, but the details screamed change.
Something had shifted.
Yesterday's events must've changed her feelings!
She'd taken spankings before, but yesterday was different. Yesterday, she'd given him a blowjob. That intimate connection had altered things between them!
This was straight out of a visual novel!
"You dog!"
Grand was now choking him.
"Something happened! If you don't spill, I'll torture it out of you! Confess! What did you do?!"
"L-let go and let's clear this up f-first!"
By then, they'd exited the dorm and reached the academy gates. A familiar face waited.
Not Julia. Unlike yesterday's sports bra and baggy, grimy look, today she was neat in her academy uniform, freshly washed. She looked like a different person. A cylindrical tube strapped to her back with cord, she fidgeted shyly, kicking the ground—until spotting him and trotting over.
"Ah."
Darian, the wand-maker from the academy workshop.
Darian approached, then froze upon seeing Sena.
"What business?"
Sena's demeanor toward them versus others was night and day. Cold, ruthless eyes. Utter indifference, yet with an aura that promised no mercy if provoked. This was why she was called the Ice Witch.
"I... have business with the instructor over there."
Darian, sweating from nerves, couldn't meet Sena's gaze—glaring at him instead.
Sena whipped around to stare at him.
"I had a custom order."
He grinned awkwardly and extended his hand. Darian handed over the tube with stiff movements.
Puzzled by her rigidity, he pried open the lid. Over ten rattan switches lay inside, shaped exactly as ordered.
"Ooh, what? You finished them overnight?"
"Couldn't risk being late and finding out what you'd do to me."
"Come on, what do you take me for? Hm, more than I ordered. Nice. This'll do."
"What is it?"
He tilted the tube for Sena to see.
"Rattan switches. For my instructor duties."
"They're all different shapes."
"To vary the impact area. Not all tools are here yet, so expect more."
"Hm."
Sena plucked one out, inspecting it like a real wand. He caught her subtly swallowing, her eyes softening briefly before snapping back to icy sharpness.
Did she just imagine getting hit with it?
Sena was just the type.
"Well made. You'll craft fine wands too."
Darian beamed at the praise as Sena returned the switch.
"Th-thank you, Lady Sena. An honor."
What was with the stiff speech and title? Where was the brash girl from yesterday?
He shot her a glare; she wrinkled her nose in response.
"Oh, and Instructor. I added a spell treatment."
"Huh? Didn't order that."
"My own addition. Basic reinforcement—makes them hard to break."
Nice service. He closed the lid and slung it over his shoulder.
"Thanks. But you had a reason for the extra, right?"
"...Heard from other students after you left yesterday."
So there was an agenda. Darian glanced warily around, then at Sena, licked her dry lips, nodded faintly, and spoke.
"Word is, you made provocative comments to the noble magicians yesterday."
"Eh... who?"
"Witches like Elias or Ios Savin—they're nobles," Sena supplied.
Ah, them.
"Yeah, guilty."
"Will you punish everyone equally, regardless of class?"
"Yep. ...Wait, what's that mean? Sounds like some get special treatment."
Darian nodded gravely.
"Some professors do. They discriminate blatantly between lowborn and noble magicians. I believe you won't."
"She's right. Professor Magapi's the prime example."
Magapi? Oh, right—the spineless old professor who'd butted in when he was first appointed.
"Lowborn magicians face severe bullying. Professors discriminate openly; sometimes they can't even attend class."
"Professors can do that?"
"No one stops them. But I trust you will."
No worries there. He'd already thrashed Julia and Sena—nobles or not, they were just students baring their asses for punishment in his eyes.
"Don't worry. No discrimination from me. Except Sena."
"That's enough. ...One more thing."
So many demands. Why hold him up on the way to class? As his expression soured, Darian's eyes burned with deep-seated hatred.
"Ios Savin."
His own gaze sharpened. Naming her outright meant serious grudge.
"Make sure to humiliate her properly when you punish her."
"Deep grudge, huh."
"All noble magicians are the same, but that witch... unforgivable."
Grinding her teeth, Darian bowed to each of them before turning away.
"Her witch killed my friends. They're crying in the academy basement."