I half-crawled, half-crouched my way to the bathroom. My hands were trembling so much that I couldn’t turn the doorknob. After finally managing to push the door open and lock it, tears welled up again. I curled up on the cold tiled floor, breathing as if I were an unborn child.
As the tremors subsided a bit, I managed to sit up, scraping my knees on the red carpet pattern. Believing he couldn’t come in here, my sobbing gradually ceased.
There was no sign of movement outside the bathroom. I briefly considered what would happen if I kept the door locked and resisted. Maybe he would eventually get tired of waiting and leave. I realized how absurd this thought was and burst into laughter.
He was right in everything he said. Regardless of the validity of the deal he offered, I was not a victim but an accomplice. My past experiences were my own circumstances, and he was unaware of them. Even if he had known from the beginning, he probably wouldn’t have cared.
I buried my face in my knees, holding my breath for a while. When the trembling breath calmed down, I slowly got up and leaned on the sink. I turned on the cold water and splashed it on my face, trying to wash away the messy liquid that clung to my face. I rinsed my mouth several times, attempting to wash out the taste. The sharp pain in my throat and the smell of semen didn’t fade, but my head cooled down with the cold water. When I opened my eyes, my pale face, with water droplets dripping down, reflected in the mirror.
As soon as I left the bathroom, I lowered my head to him. He, sitting at the edge of the bed smoking a cigarette, looked up slightly.
“I’m sorry.”
My voice sounded hoarse, as if I had caught a cold. My throat was swollen from the violent friction. I kept my head down for a moment, carefully choosing my words.
“I am fully aware of the situation. I apologize for acting recklessly, even though I knew better. I will do it properly from now on.”
“Acting recklessly.”
He seemed to like that phrase, rolling it off his tongue slowly. Putting out the cigarette on the ashtray, he walked towards me. I tensed my body, ready to pull away when he approached. I stood in place, waiting for his disposal. He lifted my chin lightly with two fingers.
“It tore a bit.”
“Uh…”
He pressed the wound on my lip with his fingertip. Holding my jaw, he turned my face from side to side, then tapped my lips.
“Open it.”
I obediently opened my mouth. My jaw joints were stiff. Looking into my mouth, he released his hand, saying:
“Better than I thought.”
“…”
“Is it your first time?”
I closed my mouth and turned my head horizontally. He sat back on the bed without any particular reaction. I had been naked from the beginning, and he was fully dressed. Other than slightly tousled hair, he looked neat, his pants and belt properly fastened again.
He looked at me with languid eyes, seemingly evaluating me. He calmly spoke as if asking for my opinion.
“What should we do now?”
“…”
“Would you like some wine now?”
I shook my head. He got up, asking, “Have you rested enough?”
“Yes.”
“Then come here. I’ll touch you.”
His voice was low. Maybe that was why, even with trivial words, my breath shortened, and my legs felt weak. Avoiding eye contact, I knelt on the bed in front of him.
He extended his arms to adjust my posture. He spread my knees wide, placed both palms on the back of my hands, and folded my fingers, creating a prisoner-like posture.
He swept my bent back upward with his palms, straightening my waist. It was a position reminiscent of a prisoner confined somewhere.
Without tying me up with any ropes, he stepped back, watching me with a faint smile. The shame and humiliation, which I couldn’t muster in the face of fear until now, flared up on my cheeks and earlobes. I momentarily stopped my unstable breathing and turned my head to the side.
“Let me see.”
There was a firmness hidden in his soft voice. I raised my eyes, and in his eyes, devoid of any laughter, I met the gaze of a man who seemed to have an inexplicable interest.
Han Team Leader, his gaze intensifying, slowly reached out his hand. He swept the inside of my thigh with his palm, lightly caressing the tip of my slackened genitals.
“Uh….”
“Stay in that position.”
He briskly smacked the inner side of my left thigh, which I tried to wriggle away. The sound and impact were more pronounced than the pain. He pulled me back with silent strength as if I were about to fall backward. His raised hand was visible. The palm struck forcefully on the reddened thigh.
“Hn!”
This time, it was a forceful impact. Heat and pain radiated from the struck area. Not understanding the situation, I could only stare at him helplessly. When our eyes met, Han Team Leader turned his gaze back with a cold expression.
“Team leader-.”
“I don’t know how the sex with Lee Seodan has been so far, but from now on, you’ll have to learn my way. You’re in a position to fulfill my desires for the next three months.”
“….”
“Consider my words on the bed absolute. Don’t resist, don’t hesitate, just comply. If you can’t do that, Lee Seodan will be held responsible. Do you understand?”
It was strange. Without fully understanding the meaning, each word was pounded into me like a heavy stamp. My body was shaking too much, and I had to grit my teeth. Han Team Leader didn’t avert his gaze and asked with determination.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
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Under the skillful touch, my genitals hardened. I was indifferent to my mood, and I thirsted for relief. Grabbing the slightly swollen genitals and lightly caressing the open end with his fingertips, Han Team Leader, with an indifferent voice that lacked any heat, said:
“Ask for permission before you climax.”
“Uh, ugh. H-huh, uh….”
Excitement rose rapidly. My mouth was dry, and the hand clasped behind my back felt numb and unresponsive. Suppressing the urge to wriggle, I leaned my head back. How should I ask for permission? The words I had gathered on my tongue scattered. Only the newly expelled breath sprang out each time I opened my mouth.
“Uh, uh, …N-no, -Huh!”
My head was boiling. The moment of ejaculation was as long as a fall. The trembling body broke and crumbled. Just as I thought his hand had fallen off my genitals, the mattress shook violently.
“Huaak!”
My hair was caught as I stood up. It was a powerful force, as if being pulled out in its entirety. Looking up while falling, I met his black pupils, so opaque that they seemed eerie.
“At this point, there’s no way to save you.”
“Uh, Team Leader- Agh!”
“If this isn’t enough, I’ve given you all the chances.”
My head slammed into the bed. My fallen body was pulled towards his right thigh. My flaccid genitals pressed against his right thigh. Although his black pants were messed up with white fluid, he paid no attention.
“Have you ever been spanked on the buttocks?”
Realizing the meaning, I raised my head abruptly. He prevented me from getting up by applying force to my hands and asked again.
“…..”
I could hardly comprehend the situation. My whole body was tense, and my face burned with shame. He spoke again with an indifferent expression.
“Do you want to try it?”
I couldn’t find the words to respond. The atmosphere was heavy, and the silence hung between us.
“Answer.”
The pressure in his voice forced me to speak.
“….Yes.”
Without any warning, a sharp pain struck my buttocks. I bit my lip to suppress any sound that wanted to escape. His hand struck again, causing a burning sensation.
“Ah!”
This time, a small cry escaped my lips. The pain radiated through my body, and my legs trembled involuntarily. He continued the spanking without any sign of slowing down.
“Is it painful?”
He asked calmly, and I managed to nod while enduring the stinging sensation. The spanking continued relentlessly, and each strike intensified the burning pain. My mind was a blur, lost in a mixture of humiliation, pain, and confusion.
Finally, he stopped. I lay there, breathless and vulnerable. He released the grip on my hands, allowing me to slump to the bed. The room was filled with heavy silence.
“Get up.”
His cold command snapped me out of my daze. Slowly, I rose from the bed, my body feeling heavy and sore. He watched me with an unreadable expression.
“Now, you know what to expect. Follow my instructions, and you won’t face any more trouble.”
I nodded weakly, still processing the recent events. Han Team Leader seemed satisfied with my compliance, and he proceeded to leave the room without saying another word.
Alone, I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to collect my thoughts. The realization sank in that I was entangled in a situation I couldn’t easily escape. The next three months were destined to be a challenging and unfamiliar journey, guided by Han Team Leader’s demands.
“Is it your first time?”
“…Team leader.”
“Normally, I wouldn’t let it pass so lightly, but since it’s your first time, I’ll give you twenty hits. Count the number each time you’re hit.”
His hand, which had descended between my thighs, lightly brushed against my softened arousal. My heart raced up to my ears. The situation was so incomprehensible that even opening my mouth didn’t allow coherent words to escape.
“If you make a mistake, I’ll add ten more hits and start from the beginning.”
The hand that had been teasing the inside of my thighs gradually moved up and struck my protruding buttocks. I flinched as the aching pain replaced the initial stinging sensation.
“There’s nothing interesting elsewhere, but you, Lee Seodan, have a lot of flesh on your buttocks.”
A slapping sound echoed as his hand came down on the right cheek. I managed to stifle a scream, swallowing it down while enduring the sharp pain. The stinging sensation subsided into a dull throb.
“It has a taste when you hit it.”
He belatedly concluded the sentence in a slow, deliberate manner. His hand, which had not withdrawn after the strike, gently caressed the reddened area. As he stroked the punished region, he spoke casually.
“You didn’t count the numbers, did you?”
“Team leader, this is…”
I struggled to turn my head to look at him, but he showed no intention of relenting. My attempt to grab his arm to stop him was thwarted, and my wrist, extended backward, was caught. He crossed my wrists behind my back as if binding them and forcefully inserted his hand between my thighs. The sensitive flesh between my buttocks and thighs was pressed against his firm palm.
“Ugh!”
“Thirty hits. If you want to sit comfortably tomorrow, pay attention.”
The sound came before the pain. My breath escaped without a sound, and then another hit followed. The relentless rhythm of his powerful strikes, the space left behind, it seemed like he was waiting for something. I raised my head, pressing my forehead against the sheet, and after taking a deep breath, I barely managed to open my mouth.
“…One.”
The number clung to the tip of my tongue. I could feel the burning heat creeping up my face. Despite wishing to let it go unnoticed, he continued to caress the inflamed buttocks as he casually asked,
“Are you embarrassed?”
A swift hit landed on the opposite buttock. Tears welled up and I remained silent, my eyes downcast, as he continued the punishment. Each hit landed with a merciless precision, and the subsequent soothing strokes were extended, as if to compensate for the inflicted pain. The unrelenting force behind each strike and the tender touch that followed created a disorienting blend of agony and comfort.
“Are you crying because it’s shameful?”
With a swift motion, another strike echoed in the room, its intensity almost unbearable. Tears welled up uncontrollably, and I choked back a sob.
“Four.”
His hand, having delivered the painful blow, delicately traced the heated skin, soothing the ache. The disparity between the fierce impact and the gentle caress was perplexing, leaving me in a state of emotional disarray.
“Five.”
As I whispered the number, the realization dawned that there were only a few hits left. The anticipation of the impending strikes heightened the tension in the room. I tried to steel myself for what lay ahead, but the anxiety and vulnerability overwhelmed me.
“Are you ready for the last ones?”
His voice, though calm, carried a weight that intensified the gravity of the situation. The final hits, laden with the significance of closure, lingered in the air.
“Six.”
The sound of the last few strikes echoed, and as the final soothing touches followed, a complex mix of sensations enveloped me. It was as if the boundary between pain and relief blurred, leaving me in a perplexing emotional state.
“You took it well.”
His words, tinged with a hint of approval, offered a peculiar reassurance. The ordeal seemed to be concluding, and I was left kneeling, my body tense and exhausted. The room, which had been filled with the echo of strikes, now carried an unsettling silence.
“Stand up.”
The command, though delivered calmly, carried an undeniable authority. I struggled to comply, my body protesting the effort. As I rose, a wave of dizziness washed over me, and I steadied myself, bracing for what might follow.
“Now, face me.”
I turned to meet his gaze, my eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions—shame, pain, and a lingering vulnerability. The room’s atmosphere was thick with tension as I awaited his next instructions.
“Kneel.”
Obediently, I sank to my knees, my eyes never leaving his face. The unspoken understanding between us lingered, and a sense of submission settled over me.
“Remember, Lee Seodan, this is for your own good. Discipline is essential for growth.”
His words, delivered with a measured tone, held a conviction that left little room for argument. As I knelt, absorbing the aftermath of the intense experience, a complex interplay of emotions churned within me.
The room, once a battleground of conflicting sensations, now held the weight of an unspoken understanding—an uncharted territory of emotions and consequences.
“If you keep biting your lips like that, it’s going to get worse.”
Just thirty minutes ago, the one who had torn both sides of my lips spoke affectionately. I took a deep breath, blinked away tears, and he gently caressed the red, swollen lips as if using his nails.
“I like this color. It’s good to touch because it’s warm.”
His palm was warm too. In a comforting manner, he grabbed both sides of my hips and lightly stroked them several times, resembling the gesture of consoling someone who had been hit by another person.
“I won’t be lenient with the remaining ten. Endure it well.”
He lifted my upper body, placed my arms around his neck, turned his arms behind my back, and clenched both buttocks. I pressed my tear-streaked face against his shoulder, our chests touching. I drew my body closer to him, as if trying to escape the impending pain.
“Shh. Stop crying.”
“Ugh, hnn…”
“If it’s hard, hold onto me tightly. It’ll be over soon.”
Something warm and soft touched the back of my neck and then withdrew—it was his lips. He kissed the flushed nape and the back of my ear, which had become red and sensitive from the blows, and then removed his hand from my buttocks.
“Or would you like to take a break?”
It might have been wise to finish it all at once, but unable to endure the fear, I nodded my head. He placed his arm around my waist, grabbed the reddened left buttock with his palm, and pulled it to the side.
“Ah!”
His fingers slipped between the exposed buttock cleft. He pressed into the reddened anus as if piercing it, attempting to penetrate inside.
“Team leader…”
“Do you dislike this too?”
His shoulder was entirely soaked in my tears. Desperately shaking my head, I accidentally hit my nose painfully against his neck. He gazed down at me for a moment, then wiped the fingers that had just tried to penetrate me on my cheek.
“Suck it.”
Without resistance, I opened my mouth and accepted the intrusion. I circled with my tongue, licking earnestly with each movement. Slowly, he explored the swollen and open mouth that had been subjected to oral sex earlier. Even though he pushed it to the back of my throat and pressed, I resisted the urge to retch and shed only tears. Seeing such desperation, a faint smile flickered in his eyes.
“It’s futile. I’m going to put this in today.”
With a sound, his wet fingers brushed against my lips as they withdrew. Saliva, dampened with each swollen word, lingered and spread. He slowly raised the middle finger while turning his fist behind my back. With the opposite hand, he gripped the painful buttocks and spread them apart again. The fingertips, emitting heat from the swollen buttock’s groove, slid down. After brushing the hole a few times, he pressed with force.
“Uh, ah!”
I tensed my entire body. Due to the tightly clenched anus, the thick finger didn’t easily enter. He breathed out shortly against my ear.
“Relax. It’ll hurt if you’re tense.”
“Team leader, I don’t want…”
I had prepared myself in the bathroom, yet it was another repetition of the same collapse. I started to speak but closed my mouth, gazing into his eyes with a burning gaze. I tried to relax and exerted all my strength to let go of the tension, exhaling breathlessly.
“That’s right, endure it well.”
He caressed my earlobes with wet lips, and he applied more pressure with his fingers. Swish, with the help of saliva, a finger slipped in. He continued to push the middle finger while gripping the reddened buttocks.
“It’s warm inside.”
In a low voice, almost like a whisper against my ear, he said, “It’s hot and tight… I really want to thrust my cock inside and fuck you right now.”
His firm fist landed on the buttocks, and one finger was now inside me, reaching deep. I tightened my arms around his neck. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. With a swishing sound, the partially withdrawn finger was forcefully thrust back in, piston-like, at a rapid and consistent pace.
“If I continue, I might really do it.”
Suddenly, the finger was pulled out. My inner walls, exposed to the cold air, convulsed. He raised my collapsed upper body and adjusted our positions.
“We’ll finish after the remaining punishment. Let’s hit the buttocks harder.”
“Uh…”
I embraced his warm neck as if holding onto a lifeline. His hot hand caressed my thighs, and suddenly, without warning, it struck down. The intensified pain made my body cringe.
“Lift your waist.”
A cold command flew above my head. When I didn’t move, he firmly held my waist, restraining me, and struck a few more times with determination. My already swollen buttocks convulsed uncontrollably, shaking on their own.
After hitting me ten times, he grabbed the back of my neck, forcing me to lift my face. Wiping the tears-soaked cheeks with tenderness, he smiled warmly.
“Aren’t you counting the numbers?”
At his words, I gasped. The tips of the fingers holding his shoulders trembled slightly. With a final strong stroke, he forcefully caressed the buttocks. Both buttocks, struck by the punishment, pulsated heavily.
I bit my lips, but it was futile. My eyes trembled, my throat convulsed, and eventually, I burst into tears like a child.
“Oh no.”
“Team leader… please, I… it hurts… I was wrong, I’m sorry…”
If he continued hitting me, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to endure it. I held back, I tried. It was heartbreaking that he didn’t acknowledge it, and tears welled up.
He stared down at my crying face with an unreadable expression. I clung to his shirt, breathing heavily with great effort. I had cried too much throughout the day, feeling dizzy.
Tears hanging on my chin fell drop by drop. He looked down at me, almost touching my nose, then sighed.
“I understand.”
“Sob, ugh, ugh…”
“Let it pass for today. Stop crying; I won’t hit you anymore.”
The once-broken sobbing didn’t easily subside. I leaned my head back, took a deep breath with difficulty, and he lifted my limp body onto the bed. He released my arms from around his neck and stood up. I turned my head, resting my cheek on the sheet, and continued to cry. I was afraid that my buttocks were too swollen, that something had gone wrong.
The footsteps, previously distant, returned, and the mattress shook. I heard a rattling sound. Han Team Leader unwrapped a vinyl package and opened the lid. I tried to turn over belatedly, but I was held. Something cold touched the skin of my heated buttocks.
“The swelling will go down soon.”
He generously applied the ointment from the container to both buttocks, speaking indifferently.
“Take this effective medicine with you. Apply it again tomorrow morning when you wake up.”
The melted ointment trickled down the inner thigh. As the ointment penetrated, the sensitive skin tingled, and heat surged. He meticulously applied the medicine several times to the buttocks he had struck, with a careful touch so gentle that I couldn’t feel any pain.
“Let me see your face for a moment.”
He lifted his upper body and held my chin. Dabbing ointment, he applied it to my lips, looking carefully as if checking the wounds. I averted my gaze, avoiding his eyes. Without a word, his hand gently withdrew. He closed the lid of the medicine container, placed it next to me, crumpled the plastic and tissues, and stood up.
“I’ll be leaving, so how about sleeping here for the night.”
He spoke from above my head. It sounded more like a suggestion than a command. Without thinking, I shook my head straight away, and he turned away without insisting further.
I lifted my head, burying my face in the blanket. In the distance, I heard sounds of him gathering his bag and coat, and without a farewell, he left me and went out. The door closed, and the footsteps faded into the distance.
However, that day, in the hotel room, I didn’t step a foot outside. I didn’t think about anything anymore, and I didn’t face anything. I pulled the blanket over me as if collapsing, and I fell into a deep and dark sleep, so profound and pitch-black that neither dreams nor memories could follow me.
edited by Ivy
So they had some kind of progress this time around, at least the MC didn’t run away throwing up.
Thank you for the update!
Yeah it’s hard to understand the MC
… They clearly have a problem with communication and self worth. I always struggle to spend time with characters like that. I don’t think the MC is having any growth as such. The ML is too soft on him as the MC makes very little effort to keep their word or commitments.