What the Body Learns Isn't Easily Forgotten

BDSM.

Truth be told, even I — someone who likes to think he knows his way around the space between a man and a woman — still don't know much about this particular field. My own tastes have always fallen comfortably within the international standard, after all. I have a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rough sense of how it works, though, and that's because two of the three women who once obsessed over me had waded into these waters.

In that light, I can't pretend I don't understand why those two clung to me the way they did. Finding a partner willing to take on that kind of kink isn't exactly a walk in the park. Fortunately, both of them were masochists, and the time I spent with them was, at least for a little while, genuinely enjoyable.

The problem is Min-ah.

Min-ah is a civilian. An ordinary person. By her own account, an ordinary person with leanings closer to the dominant side. Turning someone like that into a submissive isn't easy. Then again, changing a human being in any fundamental way has never been easy to begin with.

That said, it wasn't as if there were no methods at all. Humans are creatures that learn. And what the body learns, it doesn't easily forget — so I just needed to make full use of that.

I don't necessarily need to turn Min-ah into a masochist...

But Do-hyang's words from not long ago had stuck with me, and I found myself wanting to give it a try. There was still that ten-year gap with my master. If I could convert an ordinary person into a submissive, my skill at handling women would probably grow a little more along with it.

The real issue, though, was that I didn't want to make Min-ah a masochist through words or psychological conditioning. I liked her sunny, slightly airheaded personality just the way it was. Which meant I'd have to train her body instead... whether that was even possible in a single day was another question entirely.

Well. Might as well get started.

I moved the cock buried inside Min-ah's pussy. At the same time, I flipped the switch on the toy lodged in her ass. A low, rolling mmmmmm started up, and that tremor traveled through her walls and muscles and rattled against my cock. Faint moans began leaking through the gag clenched between her teeth — nngh, mmph, nngh, hnnh — her way of saying the teasing had gone on long enough and she wanted to get to the main event.

First, I needed to push her toward orgasm quickly. Ordinarily I'd take my time and work her over slowly, but I'd decided to impose a constraint on myself: visible results by the end of the day. Even if I failed, I had nothing to lose.

The plan was this. First, bring Min-ah to the brink of climax. Then, just as she was about to go over, switch off the toy in her ass.

"Mmph...? (Why'd you stop...?)"

After that, I'd raise my hand and bring it down hard. Right onto that plump, well-padded ass. Unlike earlier, when I'd been holding back, this time I would hit her properly.

SMACK!!!

MMMPH!!!

Min-ah, still impaled on my cock, bounced and jerked in her prone position. She had every reason to. A vivid handprint had bloomed across her ass. I gently rubbed that bright-red backside as her fingers and toes clenched and unclenched, over and over. Easy now. Before long the pain seemed to recede, and Min-ah's trembling subsided.

Alright. Time to start again.

I switched the toy in her ass back on. It hummed and buzzed, drawing out her arousal and those lewd little moans. But that alone wouldn't be enough, so I started thrusting as well, pounding the entrance of her womb with every stroke. Nngh. Mmph... mmmpph. Mmph...! Min-ah, whose excitement had been completely shattered a moment ago, started panting roughly all over again.

It took a while. Twenty-five minutes, give or take. Either way, her juices started dripping from between her thighs, soaking the sheets. And then her body began to twitch. The signal that she was about to come.

Then I'd better stop her again right here.

I switched it off once more. And brought my palm down with another sharp crack on the girl's bewildered ass — this time, the other cheek.

CRACK!!!

MMMPH!!!

Min-ah buried her face in the mattress and shuddered. Then her pussy clenched down on my cock like it was trying to crush it. That much force meant it hurt that badly. But she still didn't come.

So I tried again. Until she came. I would keep repeating it until she submitted to the pain and changed on her own. And so the battle of endurance began.

Being a smart girl, from the third round onward Min-ah started anticipating my palm — she'd flinch and tense the moment the toy in her ass stopped vibrating. She still couldn't come from being hit. Well, it wasn't as if I was thrusting her through it. Coming just from being spanked isn't as easy as it sounds.

But around the three-hour mark, something began to change. The quality of Min-ah's moans when I hit her started to shift. Nnhhh...! Was she starting to adapt?

Humans are animals that change rapidly to survive. Rationalizing and writhing to accept sustained pain is, in a way, only natural. I looked at the girl's ass. It was swollen a pitiful, blazing red. You couldn't even make out the individual handprints anymore. The fact that treating my woman like this made my chest ache told me I really wasn't cut out for this kind of thing.

Just a little more, though. We were almost there.

I kept at it, and at last Min-ah took the slap and her whole body convulsed like she'd been electrocuted. A strange moan tore from her mouth. Her pussy shoved my cock right out of her, and a gush of fluid splashed down below.

Nnhhhh...♥

Once she'd climaxed once, the rest was a downhill sprint. I hiked up the girl's still-coming ass and drove my cock all the way in, pounding her without mercy, slamming the head against her womb. She had no reserves left to withstand that kind of assault while still riding the aftershocks, and Min-ah immediately started winding up for a second orgasm. As her hips rocked up and down and her pussy fluttered, I went for it again.

CRACK!!!

Nnhhhhh...♥

Schluuurp.

There it was. Success. The instant I hit her, I knew. Her body had learned to come from being struck.

Of course, coming from a spanking didn't mean she'd become a masochist. But it would serve as a foundation — that much was certain. I'd succeeded in planting a seed that could sprout into finding pleasure in pain.

Well. I won't really know until I see it through to the end.

It was possible her body had only taken on that pattern temporarily, as a survival mechanism. But even if I'd failed, it didn't matter. After the thorough lesson she'd gotten today, she'd never talk about being a dominant again. And she certainly wouldn't bring up wanting to spank anyone's ass.

Well, since things had gone this far, I might as well start stretching her ass while I was at it. It would take a long time before my cock could fit in there. But a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. If I started opening her up a little at a time from today, I'd probably be able to piston her by the time I was ready to take the fox girl's virginity.

"Ow, ow, ow... hngh... Uncle, you're so mean."

After the sex was over, Min-ah stuck out her lower lip and protested. Her ass hurt so much she could barely sit down. According to her, she wasn't even sure it would ever heal, and she insisted that from today onward I had to take full responsibility for her. There was a heavy dose of exaggeration in there, but even I had to admit it looked pretty painful. Her ass looked like it had swollen to about one and a half times its original size.

I fetched some Vaseline from the car and massaged it into her ass as I spoke.

"Uncle is really sorry, Min-ah. But your ass was just so cute I couldn't help myself..."

"Tch. If it gets any cuter, Min-ah's gonna die...!"

"Haha... I'm really sorry."

Whether my sincere-sounding performance was convincing enough, Min-ah's sulky face smoothed over quickly. She really does like me a lot. You could tell from the fact that she wasn't angry or irritated even with her ass swollen like that.

And her claim that she couldn't sit because of the pain wasn't an exaggeration — even in the car on the way home, Min-ah rode clinging to the seat instead of sitting on it. Even walking toward the apartment, her ass seemed to jut out more prominently under her dress than when I'd first seen her, and I don't think that was entirely my imagination.

Feeling genuinely sorry about that, I called Min-ah as she waited for the elevator. And said just one thing.

"Heheh. Me too♥"

"From now on I'll come see you often, even if it's just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for a little while."

"You mean it? That's a promise!"

Min-ah dashed to the apartment entrance and bounced on her toes, waving at me in the car. Even from a distance, her joy came through so clearly that a smile rose to my face on its own. She really is adorable.

And then, a mutter that drifted past like a breeze.

"I'm so glad I tried it after all...!"

"Hm? What was that?"

"Ah. Haha... nothing!"

And with that, my meeting with Kid Number One — Min-ah — came to an end. I turned the car around and headed slowly toward Kid Number Two's house. There were women there waiting desperately for me as well.

Just thinking about seeing the mother fox filled my heart with a deep sense of peace. She's a good woman. Her holes are tight and springy, so she's a pleasure to fuck, and being with her always puts my mind at ease. The one downside is that that very comfort takes a bit of the edge off the heat. But if the pussy feels good enough, that can be forgiven. And her face is quite youthful, too.

Tonight's going to be another wild roll in the sheets.

A pattern that had already become routine. The three of us panting and gasping all night, then falling asleep in a tangle around two in the morning. Which is why these days there are always blankets hanging out to dry at the foxes' house — they get soaked through every single day. And since I hadn't been there in three days, tonight would be even hotter than usual.

I was smiling faintly, picturing the two women's faces lighting up to greet me, when my phone suddenly buzzed. I checked — it was Ring-ring. I picked up, and her distinctive businesslike voice came through the speaker.

The target Ring-ring mentioned was Sul-ah's son, Jae-sang. Apparently things hadn't gone well with his mother. I'd wanted to wrap this up quickly for Sul-ah's sake... but it looked like that wasn't going to happen. I'd planned to let him off with two years if he shaped up and went into the military.

I immediately turned the car around and headed for where that bastard was.

Late at night. Darkness had settled, and all manner of colored lights decorated it in a dazzling display. By the time I arrived, the guy was already fighting with a couple. He was pretty drunk, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"You fucking pieces of shit. Do you know who I am? Huh? I'm Im Jae-sang! The chairman of KUC is my grandfather!"

"So the fuck what?!"

The man on the other side of the fight swung a fist. Jae-sang took it and went down, rolling around on the ground in a pathetic heap. I approached the crowd around them and asked one of the onlookers what had happened.

"That idiot over there hit on that girl you can see? Asked her to hook up... problem was, her boyfriend was right there with her."

In other words, he'd hit on a woman who had a boyfriend. The details, once I heard them, were even more spectacular. He'd asked the couple how much it would take, told the guy he'd use his girlfriend well and give her back — that kind of thing.

What the body learns doesn't disappear easily.

You can't teach an old dog new tricks... should I give him a hand first? That way I could really educate him properly. If he got dragged to the police station here, it would only make things harder to work with later.

So I walked over and broke up the three people fighting.

"Whoa, whoa. Let's all calm down."

Then I quietly advised the couple to just go home. They'd come out for a nice date and wouldn't want to end up at a police station, and regardless of the reason, violence had already been used. The guy snorted at my measured explanation, but the woman at least had a good head on her shoulders — she caught on quickly and urged her boyfriend along. Then she asked me:

"Then what are you going to do about that guy?"

"I'll take care of him myself. Don't worry."

I gave her a bright smile, and she flushed slightly and nodded. We exchanged numbers, and the two of them left. The problem child staggered to his feet and shouted after them.

"Hey, you fucking bastards! Where do you think you're going? Huh?"

Now I just needed to deal with this one. I walked up and stood in front of him, and the guy glared at me like he was asking who the hell I thought I was. I genuinely wanted to punch him hard, but I held back for the bigger picture. Instead I leaned in close to his ear and gave him a wake-up call.

"Im Jae-sang, first son of CEO Kang Sul-ah? Should ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I report this incident to the Chairman?"

Hic.

He went quiet immediately. Even a loser like him knew exactly what the atmosphere at home was like... or more precisely, he knew all too well the temperament of the grandfather whose name he was always dropping.

"...Who the hell are you?"

"I'm currently in talks about whether or not to invest in CEO Kang Sul-ah's new venture... but if incidents like this keep happening, I'll have to think it over a bit more. A hundred billion won isn't exactly pocket change."

His eyes rolled around at my answer. Then he quickly straightened his clothes. He caused trouble, but he wasn't so stupid that he couldn't read a situation. He just seemed to be the type who couldn't control his lust.

"Ahem. That just now was a mistake. I..."

"I'll pretend I didn't see it."

"Thank you."

And with that, the guy scurried off like he was fleeing the scene. I left as well, watching his retreating back. Staying here would only mean having to explain the situation to the police.

I got in the car. Driving at a leisurely pace, I called Ring-ring. I'd seen him. Time to make a decision.

I hung up. Then I checked the time. 11:49 PM. Factoring in the drive, it was too late to go back to the foxes' place and sleep. Nothing I could do about it. I'd have to sleep here.

So I immediately called someone. After a moment, an unfamiliar, slender voice came through.

That's right. The woman I'd just called was the female half of the couple who'd fought with Sul-ah's son. At the time I'd exchanged numbers with both of them, and of course I'd deleted the guy's the moment I got in the car.

Perfect. Then shall I work a little magic? A woman to spend a simple night with. Judging by the interest she'd clearly shown me earlier, this was a woman who'd fall over if you so much as tapped her. Whether that was because I was her type or because her boyfriend's bedroom performance was lacking, I couldn't say for certain — but I had that feeling. And this kind of instinct was, as always, reliably accurate, so I threw a fastball right at her.

A brief silence followed. She was probably deliberating. Even the type that falls over at a tap will act demure and pretend otherwise on the surface. That's just how women are. So I should help her along. In situations like this, it pays to use a cat's psychology. Not yanking the hand away completely — just lifting the foot a little.

Bingo. Once you've drawn them out of the house, it's over. I told her I'd come pick her up myself and headed that way.

In front of a convenience store at an intersection, a woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties with long straight hair was waiting for me, fidgeting. She was young, but she had the wide-hipped type of build, and her ass looked deliciously well-shaped. Her face was a pretty decent style, too.

That's why that bastard was sniffing around asking for a round.

All that pickiness, and he can't even take a woman being handed to him on a silver platter. Well, I'll eat what you couldn't. And my apologies to the boyfriend. I'll take good care of your girlfriend, even if it's just for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠one night. I'll send her back with her womb packed full of cum, so if she happens to end up pregnant, raise the kid well. Heh heh.