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?