Martial Arts Masochist

An addictively intoxicating sensation.

Every time I spanked it, I felt that springy bounce, the satisfying heft, and the softness.

Spank it again, squeeze it tight, and I found myself grateful that such a perfect texture existed in the world.

My mind was going blank.

Was it extra thrilling because it was Cheongwol’s ass?

Was it better because it was hers, or worse? I had no idea.

On one hand, it was the pure, untouchable rear of a beauty no one in the Central Plains had ever laid hands on.

But on the other, it belonged to a killer who’d already slain countless foes.

Not some future potential—she’d racked up a body count.

Spanking, grabbing, shaking, and stroking that ass until it turned red at my whim… I felt like I was losing my mind too.

It was like getting lost in role-play.

Even knowing full well I wasn’t a cop, wearing the uniform for too long made me feel like one.

Even knowing I couldn’t fully subdue Cheongwol, I was sinking into the illusion that I already had.

“You slut. Still shaking your ass because you want more?”

Cheongwol shook her head.

She didn’t bother arguing back with words. Maybe the gift had won her over, because she was acting a bit more obedient.

That’s why I’d swung my hand without holding back.

…From the start, Cheongwol was doing this partly to show off to Dang Soran.

Of course she’d play along more.

This crazy masochist. Bragging about getting spanked.

It was a mindset I could never have imagined.

No wonder they called her a heavenly masochist. Even her ideas were on another level.

I reached for Cheongwol’s collar, but since I’d removed the old one and put on the choker, I couldn’t.

Instead, I slipped a finger under the choker and yanked it taut.

“Gasp!”

Cheongwol jolted in surprise, her back arching straight.

Even I was startled by how intense her reaction was.

She grabbed my hand on the choker and shook her head.

“Sn, it’ll break…! D-don’t…!”

“What?”

I’d only asked out of curiosity, but she took it differently, lowering her eyes and speaking even more cautiously.

“Sn, it’ll break… I-I already got my gift…”

Seeing how much she disliked it, I carefully withdrew my hand.

What was so great about that thing?

Truth be told, the choker was just something I’d hastily made from scraps of bear hide because I couldn’t think of anything else.

Sure, it was premium bear pelt from Uncle Bang Biyeon, so the texture was top-notch, but it wasn’t expensive or handmade with care.

Plus, she couldn’t wear it out in public—she’d have to keep it hidden.

Or treat it like a disposable costume, just for the vibe tonight and toss it.

So why was she so obsessed?

Even as a nun, didn’t she realize she couldn’t wear that in public?

There was something inherently lewd about the item itself.

“What’s the big deal if it breaks?”

“…! Don’t say that.”

Cheongwol scowled rebelliously.

It was making me nervous too.

Smack!!

“Eek!!”

I spanked her ass to regain control.

The way it jiggled from the impact stole my gaze.

“Keep those eyes nice and pretty, Wol-ie.”

“Hah… Hnng…”

Crisis averted, just like that.

I spoke to Cheongwol.

“Anyway, treasure the gift. Don’t wear it around others. It’s our little secret.”

At “our secret,” Cheongwol’s eyes widened briefly before she glanced at Dang Soran again.

…

Huh.

Dang Soran was staring at the floor now.

This moment must have gotten pretty boring for her.

‘Young Master, don’t get cocky just because I played along a little. That’s enough. Don’t show up in front of me again.’

…That was the vibe she was giving off.

But, hmm.

…Honestly, that didn’t sound half bad?

As long as no more problems cropped up, I had no desire to get tangled with her again.

I’d dipped too deep into the jianghu this time because of Dang Soran’s marriage mess.

Hao Gate, Wi Cheonsang, Jegal Yong, Poison King…

I was already dreading the backlash.

And it was all because of that Dang Soran.

…No, why blame Dang Soran?

It was my fault for all the butterfly effects.

My fault, my fault…

“Ow, it hurts…!”

“Whoops.”

I’d been kneading Cheongwol’s ass like a stress ball without realizing.

That realization scared me too.

…Dangerous.

It felt too good—I kept losing my reason.

Don’t forget: this is a tiger’s ass you’re grabbing.

Anyway, Dang Soran looked like she couldn’t take much more.

I swallowed and decided to wrap things up.

I lightly brushed the back of my hand over Cheongwol’s ass.

“Haaah…”

My palm was throbbing from all the spanking too.

Pressing the unswollen back of my hand against her soft rear, I could definitely feel the heat.

I’d spanked her plenty. Her ass was beautifully flushed red.

Pushing further might leave bruises, turning it purple—and I didn’t like going that far from the start.

I only liked the rosy bloom of red marks.

Ah… but.

I really couldn’t let go of this ass…

What do I do?

When could I touch it again?

This was like drugs, right? Knowing it’s bad for you but impossible to quit…

But I swallowed and leaned to Cheongwol’s ear.

“That’s enough for today.”

Cheongwol’s body twitched.

She shook her head and said,

“I-it hurts, but I won’t complain anymore. So…”

…More? You crazy masochist.

Why ask for more…

Ah.

I saw it again.

Cheongwol’s gaze ended at Dang Soran.

She was really pushing herself just to show off to Dang Soran.

I’d already sensed something off about her unusual obedience.

It was up to me to call the shots.

I firmly shook my head at Cheongwol.

“No. I like your ass just like this right now.”

“Eek!”

“I don’t want to ruin it more. Take those marks I made and go.”

Cheongwol carefully straightened up.

Kneeling demurely beside me, she soon looked up at me.

…

…

After a long eye contact, I finally realized what she wanted.

I lightly pulled her into one arm and whispered,

“You did great today. Good girl.”

Cheongwol bowed her head, leaning into my chest.

Her lips twitched upward as she nodded.

Aftercare was essential, huh.

…Which meant I had to do it for Dang Soran too…

She was frozen in her previous position.

Kneeling, bound, staring at the floor.

…

…Kinda scary? Why had she been so still since earlier?

Wasn’t this tolerable?

Leaving her alone like that was pretty light play, comparatively…?

Not making her ride a sybian or face the wall.

No vibrating toy inside her—just ignoring her…?

While I was fixated on Cheongwol’s ass, I hadn’t noticed Dang Soran stiffening up like that.

I looked at Cheongwol.

Carefully pulling down her uniform, I reached to remove the choker.

Swish!

At that moment, Cheongwol pulled her neck back warily and asked,

“…Why do you keep touching my gift?”

“What?”

“You gave it to me, so it’s mine, Master. Don’t touch my stuff.”

…

What attitude already—but I had no time to care.

“The play’s over for today, so take it off and go.”

“I’ll handle removing it. And… let’s go together.”

“I need to untie Dang Soran.”

“Just leave her-“

“-Wol-ie.”

I said coldly.

“How much more of a fuss are you gonna make today?”

You’ve played along plenty.

Can’t you see Dang Soran just sitting there?

Doesn’t that scare you?!

Our skills are still matched…

Cheongwol looked unhappy, but maybe replaying the day’s events, she froze for a moment.

Then she glanced at Dang Soran, touched her choker, looked at Dang Soran again, and nodded.

She waddled to her feet and rubbed her own ass.

“Haa… i-it’s swollen.”

Noticing my gaze, she said with an embarrassed look,

“…Going first feels weird. I’ll wait outside.”

“What? No, go ahea-“

“-Then.”

With that, Cheongwol hopped out the window.

Looking down from the sill, I saw her sitting, soothing her ass.

Fiddling with the choker around her neck, staying put for now.

“…Haa.”

At least she’d stay still. I turned my attention away for a bit.

Only then did I look at Dang Soran.

I slowly walked toward her.

She sensed me approaching and trembled.

Then she whispered,

“…Untie me.”

Gasp.

Her voice was way chillier than expected.

I’d been right up against Cheongwol, so I knew all her reactions.

The way she responded when I grabbed that ass. Her expressions, breaths, shivers… I felt them all.

But not with Dang Soran.

I was only now realizing what state she’d been in.

Steeling my growing anxiety, I said,

“Soran-ah. What I did today-“

“-You’re late!”

She suddenly shouted.

My heart pounded.

“…Huh?”

“You’re late! Late, late!! Untie me, untie, I said untie!!”

Dang Soran started yelling like she was vomiting up everything she’d held back.

The pathetic, wounded emotions she’d hidden from Cheongwol spilled out raw.

I approached calmly and began untying the ropes bit by bit.

Making excuses as I went.

Trying to look as dignified as possible.

“What I did to punish you today was because your pranks put me in a tough spot.”

“I don’t wanna hear it! So you treat me like this? Who do you think you are!”

Tying to untie without fumbling, I racked my brain.

Even in the shock, I thought of the sequence.

So… I tormented her… next was the carrot.

Aftercare, yeah. Aftercare.

Once the ropes were fully off, Dang Soran weakly propped herself on the floor.

I gently hugged her and said,

“But you endured well. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how pretty my Soran-ah looked? Today’s play was ignore play. I didn’t know you’d hate it this much, but next time-“

“-Next?”

Dang Soran’s momentum surged wildly.

Crush!!

“Urk!”

Then she wrapped her arms roughly around my waist.

My back bent like it might snap.

Huh? Why was my sturdy waist buckling like tofu against this fragile masochist…?

…Ah, she poured in her qi.

“So, Soran-ah, wait…!”

I could barely breathe.

She was squeezing me like toothpaste.

I panicked and tried to pry her arms off.

But Dang Soran didn’t budge an inch.

“I hate you, hate you, hate you!!!”

Dang Soran buried her face in my chest, clinging to my waist and yelling.

A strange wetness started seeping onto my chest.

“Treating me like a toy for fun? Pretending to like me then doing this—does that make you happy!!”

“W-when did I…!”

“Shut up! You’re the most hated person in the world to me, Young Master!!”

Those words sent terror crashing over me.

My waist was still trapped in her arms, unable to move, but what scared me more was her trembling voice.

As I swallowed hard, her sobs and rage burrowed into my ear.

Was she really trying to snap my waist now?

Sh-should I call Cheongwol?

That faint life-threatening fear I’d felt from Cheongwol was starting to emanate from Dang Soran too.

Pfft, the playful kid who’d been laughing was gone—replaced by the hate-filled Poison Phoenix.

Dang Soran lifted her head from my chest then.

…!

Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears welling up.

Her nose was slightly runny, stretched out.

…Crying?

She sniffled softly, swallowed her tears, and glared straight at me.

With a utterly serious expression devoid of any playfulness, she whispered,

“The Tang Clan of Sichuan never forgets.”

My throat clogged up.

…Why say that to me?

That was what the Poison King spat at Cheongwol after Dang Soran was killed by her.

And then her brother Dang Jiun took it up, becoming the vow of vengeance for the entire Tang Clan.

“Soran-ah, calm down a bit-“

“-From now on, even if I kill you, I won’t hate you. I promise. I won’t forget today. We repay grudges tenfold!”

No, it was light play!! What are you so pissed about!!

She’d taken worse before, so why this…!!

Or does she like me?

…Fuck, no way? I asked and she said no.

What does a spoiled princess like her lack to like me?

She rejected Wi Cheonsang, Jegal Yong, Namgung Yeon—all fine catches on the surface, even if their insides were rotten.

And Dang Soran, who only spat insults at me…!

The Tang Clan’s eldest daughter falling for a nobody like me? No princess complex that extreme.

It was more believable she was mad I didn’t play with her.

Dang Soran yelled again without releasing my waist.

“I’m gonna torment you so, so, so much!!”

Her whimpering voice was somehow more chilling.

Torment me, huh.

Like her bratty side awakening in the worst way over one little dissatisfaction.

“I’ll follow you forever until you beg my forgiveness! So…”

I couldn’t even swallow.

Her eyes sparkled.

“So… look forward to it.”