Martial Arts Masochist

“Kyaaah!!”

No way could the bandit hear and regain consciousness.

Only the single-minded urge to cover herself dominated her.

‘Soran. Always avoid revealing clothes. This body we gave you—love us as much as we love you, and treasure it in turn.’

‘Yes, Father!’

‘The only one you should show your body to is your future husband. Remember that.’

But this state couldn’t possibly be called treasuring her body.

With both arms bound, she couldn’t even cover herself. She had no idea who was looking where.

Yet her clothes were torn, exposing the flesh beneath, surrounded by countless bandits.

A sight meant only for her precious beloved was laid bare even to these lowly bandits.

“Ah…! Aah!! Young Master!! Clothes…! Clothes…!!”

Dang Soran flailed helplessly in her bonds, then collapsed right there on the spot.

She felt she had to cover her upper body somehow.

Even in that situation, she pleaded desperately.

“Y-Young Master!! Please… please give me something to cover with…! A-Any cloth…!”

She wasn’t even angry at Han Seojin right now.

She had no time for anger—she needed to beg for clothes to cover herself.

Her breathing grew so ragged her mind reeled.

Humiliation and shame made tears well up in her eyes.

Han Seojin gave no reply.

Gritting her teeth, Dang Soran channeled energy into her dantian—but

‘But remember one thing. Don’t ever come back to my Leather Room.’

Han Seojin’s cold words rang like an alarm bell.

‘I don’t need disobedient brats. There are plenty of obedient ones out there, so why bother?’

“Eugh…ugh!”

At that, Dang Soran froze, unable to move forward or back.

She had no clue what choice she should make.

In the end, Dang Soran let her anger spill out.

“Do you… do you really not remember who I am? Being here among these lowly scum…!! I’m not someone who should end up like this…!!”

Her hidden contempt for others poured out freely.

“If my father finds out, do you have any idea how much trouble you’ll be in, Young Master!!”

Han Seojin gave no reply.

“E-Even now, bring something to cover me…! Then… then I’ll let it slide this once…!!”

…But again, no reply.

“Say something!!”

Silence once more.

“R-Reply…!”

More silence.

As if he’d vanished, he said nothing at all.

Terror overwhelmed Dang Soran in an instant.

Could it be she’d been abandoned here in this wretched state, left alone in the bandits’ lair?

Had Han Seojin ditched her, leaving only the leering bandits who’d seen her exposed flesh when she opened her eyes?

Kududuk!!

At the frightening thought, her qi raced through her acupoints, and the ropes began to scream in protest.

“Still.”

Just then, Han Seojin’s voice echoed.

Dang Soran’s movements froze solid.

“Haa…! Haa…!”

His presence brought a melting relief that made her head spin.

“Why… why no reply—”

“—Still no sign of remorse.”

Mind-shattering words kept striking her.

Any normal person would say they were sorry for tearing her clothes, they’d learned their lesson so they’d bring something to cover her now, they’d inflicted enough shame so they’d let it go.

No sign of remorse?

Dang Soran was so stunned she couldn’t even speak.

With no room for propriety, every word spilling out mirrored her deepest feelings.

“You’ve… you’ve punished me enough already.”

“…”

“T-This is more than enough!! Y-You dirty pervert…! You schemed this just to see my flesh!”

“Haa…”

A long sigh escaped him.

“Soran.”

Blindfolded, Dang Soran reacted sharply to the sound.

Han Seojin was about five steps away, right in front of her.

“Keep thrashing like that… and you’ll wake the bandit at my feet?”

“Ah…!! A-Alright!! Alright already…”

At Han Seojin’s threat, Dang Soran meekly lowered her voice.

“Alright what?”

“A-Alright… don’t wake him…”

The cloth over her eyes grew damp.

Tears were probably seeping out little by little.

In the end, to appease Han Seojin’s anger, she had no choice but to obey him.

Dang Soran knew it now.

Han Seojin was a straightforward man.

Disobey, and he punished. Obey, and he praised.

If she just obeyed from here on… he’d give her that sweet praise again, his anger toward her melting away.

Dang Soran understood. Hiding the Detoxification Immortal Root had been wrong.

She’d made him suffer pointlessly for nearly eight days.

“Alright. Let’s try from the beginning. Stand up where you are?”

“Hng…ugh…”

“Stay still and the bandits really will all wake up, you know? I recommend standing now. I won’t stop even if they do.”

Any sane person would be lying. Bandits waking would force a stop.

No one could be that ruthless.

But coming from Han Seojin, it felt entirely possible.

To punish her, he seemed capable of such madness.

Dang Soran begged.

“M-My… my breasts… I can’t show them… P-Please… I was taught… only for my beloved…”

Then, as if getting revenge, Han Seojin whispered.

“…And someone taught like that peeks at other men’s bodies?”

The memory of seeing him at the lake made Dang Soran’s mouth clamp shut.

Truth be told, she hadn’t just looked—she’d groped too. Guilt hit her now.

Realizing her own ugliness, Dang Soran finally thought this punishment was somewhat justified.

“Haa… haah…”

Dang Soran put strength into her legs.

They trembled like aspen leaves.

Even showing that much was mortifying.

Like a newborn fawn, she wobbled to her feet.

Whoosh—a breeze brushed her bare upper body again.

From the feel, the torn cloth seemed to cover her breasts at least… but she wasn’t sure.

She might already be baring her chest fully to Han Seojin.

“Stick your chest out more proudly. You always said it yourself—you’re the eldest daughter of the great Tang Clan of Sichuan, Dang Soran. Standing all timid like that kills your family’s dignity, doesn’t it?”

“Y-Young Master… please… please…”

How far would he push her?

Imagining his gaze on her breasts made her nipples tingle sensitively.

“Faster.”

Han Seojin ignored her pleas.

“Haa… sss… haa…”

Taking a deep breath, Dang Soran tentatively tensed her waist.

She tried to straighten her upper body more proudly, but it stopped at an awkward angle.

Hips slightly back, she stood there bound.

“Soran. Your vulgar breasts are fully exposed. You know that, right? Your undergarments are on the ground.”

“Ah… ugh…”

She knew. But him emphasizing it made her waist twitch downward again.

Dang Soran trusted her instincts.

If her senses were right, Han Seojin was lying.

It was precarious, but her breasts were still covered.

Or maybe she just wanted to believe that.

“Bigger than I thought. Cute teardrop shape too. The baby won’t starve.”

Plop!

Dang Soran’s legs buckled again.

Legs that never shook before any villain crumbled pathetically at his taunts.

Heat rose to her face for reasons she couldn’t fathom.

Beneath the shame and disgust lurked a subtle thrill.

Breasts no one had seen—thus, parts that had never received praise.

Yet Han Seojin called them pretty.

A shockingly new compliment.

…And people never truly hated praise.

“Stand up.”

A sudden chill in Han Seojin’s command.

‘Ah.’

Only then did Dang Soran realize she’d disobeyed again.

She forced strength into her legs and struggled back up.

Han Seojin’s voice brightened once more.

“Soran. Want to cover your breasts?”

Dang Soran’s heart pounded wildly.

She nodded in submission.

She could do nothing herself.

“Then come here. Into my arms.”

“Y-Yes…?”

“I’ll hold you and cover you.”

****

Only after spitting out those words did I catch my breath.

How to maximize the thrill of guilt in outdoor exposure play?

First, there has to be a risk of getting caught.

Not actually getting caught—just the risk jacks up the stakes.

Like how rock-paper-scissors is boring, but betting ice cream makes it fun.

The risk of big trouble adds the thrill.

Also, expose certain body parts.

I looked at Dang Soran.

She couldn’t see herself, so she wouldn’t know… but honestly, almost nothing shows.

I tore her clothes, but with all the daggers and poisons stuffed inside, the rips overlapped like a tangle.

Even if a bandit woke, he’d see nothing.

But Dang Soran didn’t know that.

Nothing visible, yet she’s so cautious…

Ah, cleavage shows.

First time seeing her actual breasts.

…Wow, so pretty…

I shook my head to clear it.

Pretty breasts turn men into idiots.

I let out a long sigh.

I tried keeping cool reason, but couldn’t stop my own heart thumping.

Such a beautiful woman, bound and blindfolded, helpless and flustered—impossible not to get aroused.

Calling only for me in that wet, pitiful voice like a lost chick—impossible not to find cute.

Forcing out breasts she’d never shown anyone—impossible not to stir sadistic urges.

Especially for someone like me.

“Come here, Soran. Stop exposing those vulgar breasts.”

“Hn…! D-Don’t… call them vulgar…!”

“Enough complaining. Hurry up.”

As if resolved, Dang Soran flinched, then took a tiny first step.

Swish…

Her cautious foot, imagining bandits rolling at her feet, moved slowly and carefully.

Knees timidly together, bow-legged, she shuffled toward me.

My heart raced the moment she started moving.

Who’d ever thought I’d witness such a sight in my life?

A masochist, bound and blind, stepping timidly into the unknown toward me.

Realizing I was beholding my dream scenario hit hard.

“Y-Young Master… w-where are you…?”

I covered my mouth and nose to hide my ragged breathing.

…I’m going insane wanting to torment her more.

If she weren’t Dang Soran.

If she were just some decent Central Plains woman.

I’d have let go and enjoyed this fully.

Felt blood rushing below.

“Y-Young Master… a-are you there?”

So tense, she lost her way after two steps, veering slightly off.

“This way.”

At my call, Dang Soran startled and turned toward me.

“D-Don’t move…!”

“I haven’t moved. You started walking the wrong way.”

“L-Liar…”

Yet she gained courage and approached a bit faster.

Watching her, I commanded.

“Stop.”

Flinch!

The proud Dang Soran—who’d boasted of her noble upbringing and secretly mocked me—froze at one word.

Her obedient submission gave me pleasure.

“Why… why…”

“There’s a bandit collapsed below.”

“Ahng…!”

“Don’t sit down though? It’d just expose your breasts more.”

Dang Soran hesitated and stepped back.

“I… I’ve come far enough… now you come to me…”

“Step over, Soran.”

“Y-Yes…?”

“Step over.”

“Ah… N-No… no… please…”

Not a lie.

A bandit really lay at her feet right now.

Before she moved, I’d flipped him so even if he opened his eyes, no issue.

“Step over quick. Then I’ll cover your breasts.”

“Ugh… uugh…”

“Just that one guy, and it’s done.”

After hesitating, Dang Soran steeled herself and lifted her foot.

“Ah…!”

Her toe brushed the bandit’s arm; she shuddered briefly.

Then carefully, she began stepping over him.

“Ah… uugh…”

Groaning at the bandit’s feel, like it disgusted her.

After crossing, she probed the ground with taps.

Finally finding footing past him, she hopped over.

“Haa… haa…!!”

Did Dang Soran know?

Her expression right now… was incredible.

Flushed cheeks. Quivering lips.

She said she hated it, but this wasn’t a hating face.

“Y-Young Master… Young Master…”

She called for me again.

Tok.

Soon her forehead bumped my chest.

That instant, terror twisted her face…

“You made it.”

At my voice, it melted into relief.

“C-Cover me…”

Dang Soran whispered.

As promised, I lightly embraced her and said.

“Not hard, right?”

Her rigid body slowly relaxed in my arms.

“C-Cover more… it’s embarrassing… me…”

Forgetting her state—or truly believing her breasts so exposed—she pressed closer.

I had to pull back in surprise.

Bare breasts nearly touched.

“But Soran.”

Composing myself, I continued.

“You didn’t think one time would make me forgive all your insolence, did you?”

“…Pardon?”

I pushed her from my arms, turning her around again.

Smack!!

Biting my lip, I slapped her ass with my palm.

I hit her!!

“Hk!”

Shocked, Dang Soran stiffened again.

No time to savor the feel.

I shoved her toward a bandit-free direction.

“Walk back to me. Faster this time.”

“Ah! Ahng…!”

Pushed after the spank, she couldn’t react properly.

Two or three steps, then she lost balance and fell.

Dang Soran sprawled pitifully on the ground.

“Ah!”

Oops.

I nearly rushed to her instinctively.

Oh no…! Pushed too hard? Wasn’t planning that…

Flustered and twitching, meanwhile.

“Haa… huht…”

Swish…

Dang Soran pressed her forehead to the ground, knelt, then raised her upper body.

Trembling legs pushed her up again.

“Y-Young… Master…”

No anger at falling.

No complaints about dirt on her body.

…As if solely devoted to obeying me, the submitting Dang Soran.

At the unexpected sight, my heart clenched tight.

“…I… I was wrong…”

Dang Soran sniffled cutely.

“Don’t… push me away…”