Martial Arts Masochist

I carefully pulled my hand away from Dang Soran’s head.

Steady, shallow breathing sounds.

…She’s asleep?

I waited a bit longer, scanning the situation, then turned my head to look at Dang Soran.

She was sleeping peacefully, as if she might start snoring any moment.

“…Hah, haa…”

Only then did I exhale the breath I’d been holding.

As the tension released, my hands trembled endlessly.

My whole body felt drained, probably from tensing up so much.

I’d spanked Dang Soran’s ass.

It felt like the end of a long, precarious tightrope walk.

When you’re taking each step, it feels like there’s no other path, so you focus and push through… but looking back after it’s all over, a sense of awe hits you—how did I make it across?

I’d grabbed the hair of Dang Soran of the Tang Clan of Sichuan, berated her, spanked her ass, and survived.

No, did I survive?

…Who knows. Either way, Dang Soran had shed tears that didn’t feel entirely negative, and she’d quietly accepted my touch and praise.

The first time I’d whipped her ass with my belt, I thought I was done for.

There was no other tool, so I had no choice, but I’d failed at controlling my strength from the very first strike.

They say beginners should use their palm for spanking, and now I knew why.

I’d never whipped someone with a belt before, so I didn’t realize how much force it carries.

Even I was startled by the loud smack when it hit Dang Soran’s ass.

And it wasn’t just the sound—Dang Soran screamed and twisted her body.

Cold sweat poured down at the sight.

But I couldn’t just dial back the force right away after that.

The first one hurts the most, and then the rest are half-hearted punishment?

It would seem like I was chickening out, killing the mood.

In the end, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and keep swinging the belt.

From midway, she really started hurting and screamed for me to stop…

…But how do you stop that?

You at least have to wrap it up properly.

Stopping there would just be like causing chaos and then fleeing the scene.

Teasing is teasing, but cleanup is a separate matter.

It’s not like you’d dump a dish on a customer after oversalting it midway through cooking.

If you oversalt, you add water, sugar,