Chapter 23 – Mischief. ( One )
So, I thought that cashew nuts could pass the ‘special inspection’ without any problems.
In fact, it seemed so for a few days. Borrowing a tool to solve the needs accumulated during the day at the academy. It was hard to see it as wholesome, but it was sure to relieve sexual desire.
But she soon found out. It was only the desire of degrading that the body was satisfied with, not the desire of masochism. No matter how hard she tried, Cashew couldn’t match Efri’s sadistic details.
In order to overcome that point, cashew nuts also made various efforts. She studied the BDSM community and learned how to properly hold and wield a cane, paddle, or whip, and once visited the yellow signboarded ‘SM Shop’ to purchase a self-spanking machine.
Of course, he also fell far short of Epri, who was actually alive and breathing.
It’s a rule of life that little things add up to big things. Eventually, on the evening of the 15th day of inspection, Cashew Nut realized the law himself.
‘This is really, really not enough… ‘
That day, cashew nut wanted to feel Efri’s hand spank, so he attached a self-spanking machine to his hip and lay down on his stomach in his chair.
However, the machine could not express Efri’s emotional palm.
The machine was simply causing pain in both hips. Efri is capable of adjusting the strength of the cashews by looking at the condition of the cashews, gently stroking her buttocks during her spanking, or slightly pinching her buttock when she doesn’t get her posture right, none of these things. Didn’t exist
It was natural. Compared to playing with tools, handspan involves a lot of interaction. The artificial intelligence of magic engineering was not yet cheap enough to fit into an ordinary machine.
Because of this, Cashew turned off his machine before he reached his thirties. It seemed that being beaten with something like this would only increase the displeasure.
After setting his slightly reddened butt on the couch, Cashews sighed.
‘I can’t stand it… ‘
At least, if you insisted on using tools to satisfy your desire, you could somehow fit them together. There were differences in detail here too, but I could have tried to ignore them.
However, the hand span was a painful mistake. It was my mistake to think that I wanted to be hand spanked from the start. How does the magic tool follow it? Not even a person
Of course, her mistake could not be undone. Her already spilled water drenched her.
Cashew Nut, who had become like a mouse fed up with her desires, stared blankly at her ceiling and thought.
If she could, she would have called Efri home. When the reply came that she was coming, she wanted to kneel in front of the porch as she was now. In that state, I wanted to wait until the master came.
I wanted to bang her head on the floor at the same time I heard the front door open. She wanted to ask Efri to step on her head. And at the same time, he wanted to show her ass and demand that her ass be spanked.
Eventually, Cashews picked up the cell phone that was lying on the corner of her couch. She immediately went to social media and left her personal message.
= Epri, are you sleeping?
A sign with the meaning of ‘did not see the text’, which is maintained shortly thereafter. Soon after, the sign disappeared and a reply flew in.
– No
– What’s the matter?
= I really can’t stand it anymore…
= When the time comes, I will tell you my home address and password, so can you come over?
There was no reply for a while. Even though it was a short time for her, Cashew took that time as an eternity. She is worried about what will happen if there is no more reply. It crushed her body.
– Oh sorry
– I’m helping my parents with their work.
Of course, that worry was unfounded.
– I don’t think I can because I have to help my parents today.
– And there’s less than a week left anyway.
– Let’s wait until then.
– I’m preparing while delusional about something really big
In the clear drawing that followed, Cashew fell into despair again. Put up with this? No. I can’t stand it. I’ve endured enough already, how can I endure more…
Cashews, however, did the exact opposite.
= If that’s what the master wants…
A letter with no sincerity in it.
Cashewnut made up his mind by writing down the letters one by one. Epri, I will seduce you unconditionally. I’m going to make most of my hands on my body somehow. Handspan, I’m going to ask you to do it.
= = = = = = = = = =
The next morning, before he left for school, cashew nuts had a mat mark on his calf. She wasn’t really caned. To think that the daughter of a duke went to school beaten. No matter how much cashew nut became a bitch because of sexual desire, that level of reasoning remained.
To prevent this, Cashew Nut chose another magic tool.
A paint whose color can only be seen by a designated person. Originally, it was used to write down the contents to be conveyed secretly in a letter, but the cashew nut used it that way.
The all-around duke’s Young lady also had considerable ability to draw. Cashew grabbed her paintbrush and wiggled her wrist carefully, and she made a thin plum print on her calf. There are no bruises at all, the light pink barberry marks that come out after being beaten ten times with moderate intensity. Unknowingly, cashew nuts were not even beaten, but she became a student who was beaten.
After she finished drawing, Cashew put on her anti-recognition ring and went to school.
‘It’s really embarrassing, this… ‘
Even though she obviously knows that no one else can see it, the thought that she has a mat mark on her calf has made her constantly self-conscious.
What if I mistakenly designate the target of the paint and other people can see it, and what if there is someone among them who has an excellent eye and notices that it is a painting, not a mat mark? The thought made Cashew’s face flush.
She hastened her steps further. She felt like she would go crazy if she stayed like this.
After passing by her street and past the school gate where several people were stumbled on their stomachs even today, the cashews reached her classroom straight away.
It’s already the 3rd week of censorship. It was a little quieter than before, and there was no physical contact with each other, but the students were already quite used to the rule. In fact, the class atmosphere was not much different from before.
It was 8:20 when she sat down and glanced at her watch. Efri is coming in 5 minutes.
Cashew pulled her legs out of her chair with her heart pounding. She had plum marks visible only to Efri and cashews. In that position, she waited for Efri.
The long needle pointing to the seconds ticked and moved forward one step at a time. As the second hand moved, the cashew nut’s heart swelled with a clicking sound.
By the time the minute hand matched the second hand and the stride to stand between 5 and 6, the back door finally opened with a rattling sound.
“Efri?”
“Yes, bye. Cashew… “
Efri’s mouth, which was about to accept the cashew nut’s short greeting, stopped working.
Her gaze, apparently, was fixed on the calf of the cashew nut.
Efri, who quickly came near the cashew nuts and covered her beaten calf, whispered in a slightly surprised voice.
“Cashew nuts, what’s wrong with your calves?”
“This… Well, as for what happened… “
“No way, did you do it yourself?”
“Huh… “
One part was the other, but he couldn’t reveal that he had painted it himself, so the cashew nuts were vague.
Epri’s questions, which started once, continued.
“Have you ever done it yourself before?”
“… I couldn’t stand it and had been doing it for a week.”
“Then why didn’t you cover your wounds?”
“Because it’s hot.”
“There are things like knee-socks.”
“I didn’t have anything prepared.”
“Could you do that to feel ashamed?”
“No, it really isn’t.”
A series of questions tore the precariously connected logical structure. Of course, it is natural to cover up when there is a mat mark, but why didn’t you cover it up? Why are the common socks not at home?
The slightly twisted direction of the conversation dragged the cashew nuts into indescribable emotions. This was clearly an act of deceiving Efri.
Cashew’s head was filled with what was about to happen. Could it be that Efri is lustful and torments herself as she wished? I wonder if she’ll be disappointed that she lied and we’ll fall apart. Or, is another unexpected reaction waiting for you?
That choice was up to Efri.
“Because there is nothing I can do about it. I will treat you.”
Efri sighed and immediately grabbed the cashew by the arm. He closed his eyes slightly and concentrated on using his abilities. Epri’s warm energy poured into the cashews.
Of course, the scars on the cashew nuts were intact.
Cashew was terrified of the big thing that was about to happen. Now Epri feels strange and feels her calf. And if that turns out to be fake…
Cashews really hoped that Efri would not be disappointed, and that she would lust after her own deeds.
Not long after, feeling strange, Efri went straight to the calf of the cashew nut. Soon after, she touched the skin here and there, stroking it.
“Did you, by any chance, draw this?”
To Ephri’s question, which fell afterward, Cashews nodded her head without her words.
Cashew stared at Efri’s face, suppressing her beating heart.
The first thing that came out was a bit of annoyance. Cashew felt a little creeped out as she looked at her slightly frowning face. This isn’t really anything wrong. She really hates falling out with Eph Lee, but should she beg her to do something wrong now?
But she soon changed her expression, and Cashew was relieved. She feigned anger and hardened her face, but Cashew knew well that she wasn’t angry.
Efri was clearly lusting after her own actions. How would she hold her pod, how would she abuse her for this wrongdoing. And in what way will she torment herself. It seemed obvious to her that the thought would make her head spin.
Cashews hid her smile and waited for Efri’s reaction. Soon, her Ephri’s mouth opened slowly.
“Cashews, but no. Please wait until next week.”
However, Eph Lee’s reaction to her was too callous.
Hearing her unexpected words, Cashew stared at Efri’s face as she returned to her seat. There, Cashew could clearly see ‘it’.
Her boiling lust that she had barely concealed earlier. She showed it plainly. Her face was red, her fingers wandering with excitement.
Efri was obviously excited to see the cashew nut’s prank.
Looking at it, Cashew Nut thought.
‘If I do this, I can seduce Efri unconditionally.’
A bigger prank arouses Efri’s anger and desire, and eventually makes him unable to stand it and attack him.
Having decided on the direction of her plan, Cashew began to think of a prank to play on Efri one by one.
