Want to Do It With Me?
“Thanks for today.”
Viola, having finished the day's work, slumped into her chair with utter exhaustion. It was such a defenseless pose for a woman in front of a man—like she didn't care at all.
“And sorry about that. An incident blew up right in the middle of class that shouldn't have.”
“It's fine. Don't worry about it.”
“Of all times, when I stepped out, Vivian pulls something like that.”
She pressed her fingers to her forehead, clearly wracked with guilt. The Vivian fiasco had clearly gotten under her skin. Who could've guessed? That Vivian would try to attack me the second Viola left her post.
“No one saw it coming. But we got through the accident okay, at least.”
“Right. And you used magic?”
Word was spreading, then. Earlier in the hall, students who'd never spoken to me without snide remarks had cornered me, asking if it was true.
It was that shocking.
“Yeah. It just... happened.”
“Amazing. A servant who couldn't use magic suddenly can.”
“A string of lucky breaks saved my ass.”
Yeah, what else could you call it but heavenly luck? Thanks to the gods. Thanks to Sena.
“Anyway, that's it for today. I'll call you sometimes—can you come when I do?”
“After today's mess, you still need me?”
“Of course. Real mages don't get rattled by accidents like that.”
Viola took off her glasses and set them on the desk. She undid her hair tie, and long locks cascaded down.
Oh? Nice.
The glasses and tight ponytail were the culprits. Just ditching those changed her whole vibe.
She ran her fingers through her hair, sweeping it back, and kept talking.
“Mages are a bunch full of challenge. They won't be satisfied unless they experience it themselves.”
“Researchers are all like that, pretty much.”
Ding-dong. The clock chimed the hour. Time to head out and pick up Sena.
“I should get going. Call me next time.”
“Wait—one thing before you go.”
Viola's got a ton of questions about me. What was so intriguing that she kept holding me back?
“Why punishment, specifically?”
“Huh?”
Professor's intuition over student, huh? No suspicion in her expression, but she nailed the core curiosity.
“The director appointed you as an instructor—why pin you with 'Punishment Instructor' of all things?”
“That's what you're wondering?”
“Obviously. To correct student misbehavior, she could've made you a 'supervisor.' But she zeroed in on punishment instructor.”
Viola tucked her hair behind her ear, turning weary, almost decadent eyes my way.
“Not hiring an outside expert, but a servant? Is there something special about your 'punishments'?”
How to dodge this. She's not suspicious yet, but fumbling it would make anyone wonder. Think, Lee Hyun. Use that devious brain!
“Spanking brings mental and emotional stability.”
“...Really?”
“I discovered it relieves stress and stabilizes the mind, so the director appointed me herself. Specifically for punishment.”
Beating asses black-and-blue probably doesn't stabilize shit. She wasn't buying it easy—head tilted, skeptical. I tacked on more BS.
“And it boosts concentration.”
As if. Who concentrates with a paddled ass? But I said it with conviction, and Viola seemed to buy it. She went back to brushing her hair, pulling out a hand mirror to check herself.
“The director doesn't do pointless things.”
“Ha, haha.”
“Got it. You worked hard today.”
“You too. I'll head out.”
I tried to slip away, but...
“Stress relief and stability, right?”
She stopped me again. Eager to end it, I tossed a half-assed reply.
“Yeah. Relief and stability.”
“Relief and stability... Okay. I'll remember.”
Just forget it. I hurried out before she grilled me more.
I pushed through the wooden door into the hall—and someone stuck right behind me. Glancing back, short stature, blonde hair. And those monstrous tits.
“Clara? When'd you sneak in?”
Of all people, it was the out-of-nowhere Clara. Those big, dopey eyes sparkled up at me.
“Is it true?”
“What?”
“The concentration boost.”
My cheek twitched. She overheard? My bullshit?
If that spread as truth, I'd be screwed.
“It's a secret. Don't blab.”
Play it off as classified. That's the ticket.
“Oh! Gotcha.”
The dummy bought it wholesale, lowering her voice. Her brows furrowed in serious determination—honestly, kinda cute. Crouching to her level, she whispered behind her hand.
“So spanking makes your magic grow?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“Even for someone like me?”
My eye twitched this time.
“Then anyone could grow from a spanking?”
Curse my dumb mouth. It peeled back one layer of the truth.
“W-Well, not exactly...”
“Concentration boost, huh? Instructor, do me a favor.”
“It's not definitely true...”
“Spank me too.”
“Spanking doesn't guarantee growth... What'd you say?”
Clara glanced around the empty hall, hunching lower. I had to squat to hear.
“I wanna catch up with the others. Spank me.”
“That's just 'cause you're slacking...”
“You said it boosts concentration and stabilizes the mind.”
She balled her tiny fists, mustering cute resolve.
“I wanna get spanked.”
“...Lord almighty.”
I rubbed my eyes, pondering. Clara's not the type to overthink. Pure motive—she's behind her peers and wants to catch up. Gag order should suffice.
“Fine. I'll do it.”
“Yay!”
“But promise—no, swear.”
Her serious brows returned. Mages hooked on 'swear,' huh?
“Never tell a soul, no matter what. Absolute secret. Not your best friend, not family.”
“Yes!”
“Pick a time for your spanking and tell me. I'll clear it.”
“Yes!”
“Leak this truth... I won't handle it. It'll reach the director.”
The director scared her more than any paddling. She tensed visibly.
“O-Oh... Y-Yes!”
“Good. Go home. I'm beat.”
“Yes!”
“Quieter.”
“Yes.”
She scampered off like a squirrel. I sighed softly.
I handled that well, right?
Sena sat in the chair post-bath, and I was brushing her hair.
“Rumors say you used magic.”
I flinched. “Yeah, yep.”
“How?”
“Well...”
Nothing secret from Sena. I relayed what Helena and I pieced together.
Part of the magic Sena used to summon me lingered. Punishing Sena, Julia, Vivian—sexual arousal built it up. Boom: magic.
“It can happen like that?”
“No prior cases like mine, so no one knew.”
“Punishment growth was weird enough. You keep surprising us.”
Not on purpose, but yeah. I chuckled.
“Heard it resembled my magic.”
“Probably 'cause it came from your magic. ...You hate it?”
“Nah. Just surprised. More than that—sexual arousal.”
The words from her mouth felt off. My heart raced every time.
“How do you do that?”
“Huh? Just brush with the comb.”
“I know brushing. I mean sexual arousal.”
...Is she serious?
Flabbergasted, I murmured low.
“You've done it.”
“Me? I was aroused?”
“That time with me...”
Words caught. That day with Sena. Started as punishment, ended with fingering and a blowjob. We stopped there, But it embarrassed me—the conversation dried up.
My face heated. Sena's cheeks faintly pink, she glared.
“...That time, huh.”
“Y-Yeah. That's arousal.”
“First time... didn't realize.”
“Never masturbated?”
“...Don't ask a lady that.”
Idiot! I slapped my own cheek. Horny topic, boundaries forgotten. Get it together, Lee Hyun! Gentlemanly dignity!
“But... I have.”
“Oh... y-yeah.”
“...The first night you spanked me.”
My hand froze mid-brush. That first spanking? I dreamed of her spanking herself.
Not a dream? Shit. Magic sharing does that?
Her transferred magic caused it?
“Yeah, that night. Couldn't sleep, down here...”
Hand on her lower belly.
“Hot, itchy. Kept replaying the spanking.”
“T-That's arousal.”
“So for growth, feel it often?”
“Theoretically.”
“I see.”
Sena eyed the mirror with steely resolve. Staring at her pretty face, she said firmly.
“Lee Hyun.”
“Yes.”
“Does sex feel good?”
“...Huh?”
“Tomorrow night. Wanna do it?”