Martial Arts Masochist

Ring gag.

A gag that forces the mouth open.

But how is it a gag if it pries the mouth open?

Because the moment you put on the ring gag, you can’t speak.

You can moan and scream since you can’t close your mouth, but you lose the ability to communicate that makes you human.

It’s different from a mouth opener.

A mouth opener forces your jaws apart so wide during dental treatment that your gums are fully exposed, painfully.

The ring gag doesn’t aim to stretch the mouth that harshly.

It just holds the mouth open to the perfect degree, preventing it from closing—that’s its purpose.

With the right-sized ring gag, it never looks ugly.

On the contrary, the red tongue dripping between the ring looks sensual and beautiful.

Honestly, it was one of my fantasies.

I’d already built up stress from Namgung Yeon, the ring gag was a fantasy of mine, I wanted to smack this little bitch Dang Soran around, and even though it wasn’t me who skipped play last time, she was clearly sulking about it—so I figured I’d go all out.

In a way, this might be my true first SM play.

A sadist should consider the masochist, but that’s not the main essence.

Sadists are people who crave the depravity of turning a dignified human into a tool for their pleasure, along with the sense of conquest and superiority.

I’m the same.

Dang Soran is now a tool for my pleasure.

A tool to vent my irritation and desires.

Did she ever imagine a moment like this would come?

At first, Dang Soran lived in a world so far removed that even making eye contact was hard, and now here I am, thinking like this.

But watching this little bitch’s behavior, it was hard not to look down on her.

Even if she’s a major supporting character in this world’s story, she’s at Honghwa level now that we’ve met—how could I respect her?

“Eh? Ahh?”

Dang Soran, robbed of her freedom to speak, seemed flustered as she grabbed around her mouth.

That panicked look stimulated my dark desires.

But even with the ring gag on, we couldn’t play here in these wild mountains.

I suppressed my irritation toward Dang Soran one last time, along with the sadism born from it and the desires that had settled inside me, then hoisted her over my shoulder.

“Hngh!”

As she was slung over my shoulder and her stomach pressed down, Dang Soran exhaled through her perfectly open mouth.

Breaths and sounds escaping uncontrollably.

That’s part of the ring gag’s appeal too.

Sounds she could’ve hidden by closing her mouth all come spilling out.

Perhaps finding it so unfamiliar, Dang Soran started thrashing on my shoulder.

“Hee! Heeau! Ee!”

I had no idea what she was saying, but her frenzy conveyed the gist.

Something like, ‘I don’t want to play,’ ‘I hate you, Young Master,’ ‘Did you think I wanted this crap?’ ‘Do I look that easy to you?’ or ‘Put me down, I’m not doing this, I won’t back down.’

I ignored it all.

You’re a masochist bitch.

We never agreed to it, but you even have a safeword.

If you really hate it, break the bet and run.

You could do it, so why don’t you?

But I couldn’t point that out.

It’s a basic SM rule.

Q. You like it, you slut?

A. No, Master! This really hurts!

> Then say the safeword. I’ll stop. (x)

Q. You like it, you slut?

A. No, Master! This really hurts!

> Shut up. (o)

“Shut up.”

Relief washed over me as Dang Soran’s body stiffened.

How long I’d wanted to say that.

I carried Dang Soran toward my house.

“If you don’t stay quiet, the villagers might see me pigging you away. Then… your marriage prospects are really done for.”

“Hah!! Hau!!”

At those words, Dang Soran thrashed even harder.

Marriage had become her hysteria trigger at some point.

I ignored even that.

“Ee!!”

Failing to remove the ring gag, Dang Soran finally swung her hand.

Smack!

She lightly smacked my forehead again.

It didn’t hurt at all, but this masochist’s action pissed me off.

Fine, you thought you got away with it last time, huh.

Smack!!!

I squeezed every ounce of strength from my body and slapped Dang Soran’s ass.

“Hauuu!!”

Dang Soran let out a wolf-like howl through her open mouth, unable to hold back the moan at all.

“Keep it up. I’ll keep spanking you. Make noise so everyone knows we’re here.”

“Hngh… Hng…”

People really don’t forget experiences etched into their bodies.

Only then did Dang Soran finally settle down.

She was still pretending, twitching her legs a bit out of pride, but it wasn’t annoying enough.

Thud!

I strode into my house and locked the door tight.

Clunk!

…Cheongwol can’t come, right?

Even swept up in desire and anger, that one thought stayed coldly rational.

Yeah, no matter what, Cheongwol’s off-limits.

With that in mind, I locked the door—but to Dang Soran, it felt different.

“Hah… Hau…”

The silence that spread the moment the door locked amplified even her breathing.

“Hah… Heuk… Hah…”

Anyone human would know what that breathing meant.

“Hah… Hah…”

She was tense.

Her ass must hurt; she rubbed it furtively while glancing at the closed door and at me.

Our eyes met.

“…”

“Hah… Hah…”

I moved again, opening the basement door.

Step.

I carried her down.

Thud!

****

Click!

Dang Soran felt the sensation of leather cuffs binding her wrists.

She still didn’t get it.

She probably didn’t want this.

She really hadn’t planned on going to the basement.

Yet somehow, the play had already begun.

Was it the different atmosphere?

Han Seojin’s expression and demeanor were unlike usual.

I’d seen him angry plenty, but this was the first time it mixed with such thick desire.

“…Hoo.”

Han Seojin cuffed the wrists of Dang Soran, who stood there without even feeble resistance, then dragged a chair over and sat.

Dang Soran slightly bowed her head to hide her unclosable mouth, standing there awkwardly.

“What are you doing?”

Han Seojin asked casually from his seat.

“Do I have to tell you what pose to take here too?”

Dang Soran tried to swallow, but with her mouth open, even that was hard.

Drip…

“…!”

Saliva spilled out at the same time.

She jerked her head up in surprise, but the glistening drool had already wet her chin.

She tried to wipe it with her hands, but they were bound; with her shoulder, but even that was tough.

Han Seojin smirked and said,

“You’re filthy.”

“…!!”

It was the first humiliating words she’d heard as a noble lady.

Her face burned like it would burst; she really wanted out, not to play… but for that, Han Seojin had to release everything.

Dang Soran turned away in anger.

“Hau!! Hnghau!!”

Untie me quick! I’ve told you a million times I don’t want this!

You think this’ll calm your anger in one go?

As Han Seojin sat nonchalantly, Dang Soran backed up toward him.

She thrust her wrists in his face.

“Heu!”

Smack!!

“Heeeuk!”

But Han Seojin spanked her ass.

As Dang Soran winced and covered her ass, Han Seojin pressed her instead.

“What? Not begging for a spanking?”

“Hngh! Hnggh!”

But through all this, the hardest part was the constantly pooling saliva.

Tilt her head back to swallow, and the drool gathered at her chin flows down her neck instead.

Don’t tilt it, and it drips beastly and shamefully like an animal.

An ugly sight no woman should ever show a man.

Whichever way, it only got worse as time passed.

And as this humiliation dragged on, Dang Soran’s sense of degradation surged wildly.

She was already mad and irritated at Han Seojin, and now this.

Who’d take any words from her seriously looking like that?

“Quick. Take a pretty pose.”

Han Seojin whispered.

“Then I’ll wipe that drool.”

“…”

It was ridiculous.

Han Seojin had never taught her a pose, but Dang Soran knew it.

It just instinctively popped into her head—the pose she should take.

“…”

“…”

In a deep staring contest of pride… she felt hers slowly breaking.

Han Seojin’s gaze didn’t waver, his pressure only growing.

Meanwhile, her own eyes kept shaking, looking uglier by the second.

At the same time, from some deep place inside.

Someone within whispered.

…Surely… surely submitting would feel good.

A chance to close the distance with Han Seojin that’s grown lately, in one go.

To be adored again. Affirmed, loved.

But as Dang Soran didn’t move, Han Seojin whispered sharply.

“Should I just go do this with Wol instead?”

Flop!

At those words, Dang Soran snappishly assumed the pose.

Pretending to be angry, like she had no choice.

She folded her legs and knelt.

Then turned her head away sullenly, distancing herself from him.

“Come here.”

Han Seojin said.

“…”

Dang Soran stayed put.

So he coaxed her.

“Soran. Come here.”

“…”

Dang Soran scrunched her face, not looking at him… and shuffled toward the sound on her crossed knees.

“Hah… Heuk…”

Drool flowed heavily again.

At the sticky feel dripping down her chin, Dang Soran couldn’t hide her shame.

She stopped at a suitable distance.

Any closer, and the drool wetting her chin was too embarrassing.

“Closer.”

But it wasn’t enough for Han Seojin.

Dang Soran inched a bit closer to him.

“More.”

She came close enough to look up at him, yet the same words repeated.

Another step closer.

“More.”

At that, Han Seojin spread his legs.

She knew exactly what he wanted.

A pose that screamed humiliation.

“Hah… Hah…”

Yet for some indescribable reason, her breathing grew rougher.

“Quick. Last time. I’ll wipe the drool.”

…In the end, Dang Soran crawled between Han Seojin’s legs.

His knees touched both her shoulders.

She couldn’t see him without looking straight up.

His scent hit her strongly.

She even felt his warmth tingling.

Chin!

Han Seojin grabbed her wet chin.

As his hand got wet with her saliva, Dang Soran startled and tried to pull away… but he didn’t let go.

Han Seojin pulled out a handkerchief from the Tang Clan of Sichuan from his pocket and gently wiped her mouth.

When did he get that?

Thinking back, it was the handkerchief used when she stole the hairpin.

He’d kept it all this time.

That fact tugged at somewhere in Dang Soran’s heart.

“Drooling like a dog. Soran, when are you gonna earn your keep?”

At the scolding, Dang Soran jerked her head away.

Only then did she escape his grip.

Smack!

But he was persistent.

He grabbed her chin again and turned her face forward.

“Not done wiping. Stop acting like a kid and stay still.”

“…”

Scolding, yet why did being treated like a child by him make her heart race?

Dang Soran had said she didn’t want to play, but she’d already sunk deep in.

Soon, after wiping her chin clean, he locked eyes deeply with her.

Dang Soran met his gaze for a moment, but it stimulated her heart too much, so she looked away.

Glance.

Then, wanting to see his face, she looked back—only to find him still watching her.

“Heh… Hngh…”

Now he was finally looking at her.

Even during play with Cheongwol. Even when tormenting him on Emei Mountain.

The man who’d ignored her consistently was giving her his full attention.

That thought made more saliva flow.

But she’d given up hiding it now.

That filthy, ugly part… she’d handed it over to Han Seojin.

Embarrassing and humiliating, but inevitable.

He’d wipe it.

She was lost gazing at Han Seojin.

Maybe she’d tormented him all this time just for this attention.

To see those eyes looking at her.

Only after Han Seojin looked at her did her fading presence start returning.

I really am alive.

Maybe because the time of being ignored suddenly flashed back?

Tears of resentment welled up for no reason.

Yeah. You only had eyes for me.

Why’d you do that all this time?

Why keep ignoring me?

Why favor only Cheongwol?

She conveyed all that through her eyes.

Han Seojin saw her moist gaze and answered.

“Like this…”

“…Heh…?”

“Stay like this, and you’re so cute and pretty.”

“…Hek!!”

She gasped in surprise, but even that sound escaped.

He gently turned her chin this way and that.

Han Seojin eyed the inside of her mouth from every angle.

She’d never shown the inside of her mouth so closely to anyone.

The depravity of forcibly exposing her unwilling insides gripped her.

“Yeah. Nice teeth, unexpectedly sharp canines… all good.”

“Hau… Hek! Hngh…”

Squish!!

After only praise, Han Seojin suddenly shoved his dirty hand into Dang Soran’s mouth.

“…!!! Kek! Kekhek!!”

His rough fingers entered her slick mouth.

The shock of her innermost depths being violated hit her.

It was the first time a man had entered her body.

She tried to pull her head back in shock, but his hand gripped her nape, making it impossible.

Violence poured in instantly.

Her tongue caught between his index and middle fingers.

Han Seojin looked down at her condescendingly and whispered like cursing.

“But you… your tongue is always the problem.”