Chapter 110 – 34. Magical Assistant Teacher (2)
110.
While Jung-a decorated her house as her teaching room, I wasn’t just lounging around with Seo-yeon and Ha-eun in her house.
She did a bit of research on the plays that Jung-ah wants to play, though through the internet.
Jeong-a could be hurt if she just did what her heart was attracted to in an ignorant state of not knowing anything.
So it was.
-Giying.
Junga’s disheveled appearance on the bed.
The handcuffs on her ankles and wrists are connected to each other, so she can neither straighten nor close her legs, and the rotor in her pussy vibrates and makes a sound.
Her ears are stuffed with soundproof earplugs she’s seen before, and eye patches are stuffed into her eyes, covering her hearing and vision.
“Haaaaa master… Is it there…? It’s there, is it right? Please hit me… Master… It’s the owner…!”
What I learned while studying her Junga’s tendency.
Blindly, she shouldn’t just spank and bully her as she pleases.
People like Jeonga are people for whom pain is pleasure, so beating and inflicting pain is a reward, not a punishment.
Therefore, when Jung-a does well in front of her, give her body pain instead of praise. Internet teachers said.
And as if to prove it, Jung-ah calls me with an anxious voice, who may or may not be next to her.
“Lord, Master… I, Jung-ah, I’m really reflecting on this… Lord, Master! Lee, Jung-ah, I won’t masturbate anymore! I won’t masturbate without Master’s permission! Master! It’s Master!”
With the rotor of the weakest strength inserted into her pussy, it continues to heat up and the taste of the climax is not seen, so Junga becomes more and more desperate.
At this point I decided to give her a taste of her pain.
Picks up one of the items spread out on the bed.
Flogger.
A whip in the form of several short, thin leather-like materials.
Jeong-ah holds it in her hand and holds it up high.
“Master! Master! Jung-ah did something wrong, Master! Just once! Only once…”
And Jung-a, who did not know that fact, hit her with all her might in the gap of her carelessness.
―Chaaaaak!
Junga’s small breasts. Nipple at the end. A nipple chain attached to both nipples.
The whip landed on one of Junga’s best erogenous zones.
And one of the nipple chains attached to both nipples fell off in the recoil.
“――――――!”
Her moment opens her mouth wide and curls up with her limbs bound.
As she lifts her head and hips, Junga’s well-trained abs stand out.
If you look down, you can see the juice flowing out of her pussy.
Also. Pain is a reward for Jung-ah. Definitely realized
Jung-a, who had been crouching down, stretched her body out again and pushed her breasts up.
“Ha, haa… Master, please hit me more… Master…!”
It is the thoughts of the sewers that only fret.
In this way, the person who needs to show her what she wants, to taste her pain, to taste her pleasure makes the person more crazy.
Because she has already tasted it, she longs for the pain and pleasure endlessly because her body remembers the taste.
I sat back in the chair and watched Jeonga plead.
20 minutes later.
“Master!
Even if she wriggles her body around, her leash is connected to the iron cage of the bed, so she cannot get out of a certain radius.
She calls me non-stop. Me who may or may not be by your side.
Would you like to taste it one more time?
She got up from her seat and took the floger in her hand and slammed it on Jeong-a’s chest.
―Chaaaaagh!
“Hyaaaaa!”
Jung-a, who was whipped all over her breasts and her straight nipples, fluttered her body.
Even the nipple chain, which barely had one left, is blown away after being hit by her whip.
But even in the midst of it, she’s patient and doesn’t curl up or curl up in her body.
Like please hit me more. She stretches her chest out and sticks it out, as if begging him not to stop.
But I sat back and watched her again.
“I’m the owner! Please… Please… Black… Please… I’m the owner…!”
On the verge of going crazy, Jeong-a sheds tears.
She cries not because she is sick, but rather because she wants to be sick.
Seeing Jung-a’s servile appearance, he forcibly subdues the joy that rises inside her and stretches out her hand.
One by one, she takes off her objects that were blocking her sense of hearing and vision.
“Ha ha, ha ha… You are the owner… You are the owner…!”
After checking my face, Jung-a’s expression suddenly brightens and she rubs her face in my hand like a puppy that has been away for several days.
Beyond rubbing, she opens her mouth and extends her tongue to lick her fingers.
A desperate movement to be forgiven somehow, somehow to change my mind.
“Chew! Chow! Whoops!”
Jung-a’s tongue sucking on her side like a baby, inserting her finger into her mouth.
At her cute behavior, I pulled out her finger, raised her hand high, and struck her with the whip as hard as I could.
―Chaaaaagh!
“Ahhhhh!”
The whip hit the breast again. Junga’s chest started to burn red.
“What is it? Why did you hit me but didn’t say anything? Fill it up again?”
“Oh, no! Thanks! Thanks for the spanking! Hit me more! More!”
“It’s my heart that beats. Don’t order me.”
―Chaaaaak! Chaaaaak!
“Hee-hee! Go, thank you! Thank you! Thank you… Oh oh oh!”
Jung-a, who had been accepting the whip flying at her with her chest wide open, straightened her back and her buttocks gradually came to mind.
“Are you going away on your own again? I didn’t even give you permission?”
Very disgusting. I beat him at most, but he didn’t even say thank you, and he didn’t even get hit a few times, but he left on his own.
It shouldn’t be like this, but her head knows that it’s a reward, not a punishment, but her body can’t keep up.
He swung his arm again, leaving traces on Junga’s body.
―Chaaaaak! Chaaaaak! Chaaaaak!
“Kyaaaaa!
Like a broken doll, each time a whip flies at her body, it flies at Jung-a’s gaping pussy, which has been spouting words of gratitude and apology.
―Chwaaaaagh!
As the whip touched her wet pussy, screams flowed from Jeonga’s mouth along with the sound of water.
“Hooooo!”
Junga’s body jumps up and down like a fish pulled out of the water.
“Stay still. Open.”
“It’s my master! It’s my master!”
Even her tears are welling up, and Jung-a calls me.
No matter how much Junga says her best erogenous zone is her breasts, everyone’s pussy is an erogenous zone. It is also an erogenous zone that cannot be compared to anywhere else.
It is understandable that Jung-ah is afraid of having her clitoris, the aggregate of all those erogenous zones, beaten with a whip.
However, this is punishment.
Punishment for self-indulgent masturbation without the owner’s permission.
Punishment for a wicked slave girl who, at best, beat her with a big heart, but left on her own accord and didn’t even appreciate it.
“Open up.”
“Master!
“If I say it again, will it be the third time?”
“······Sobbing···.”
Jeong-ah’s legs slowly open as she sheds tears like chicken droppings.
In contrast to her fear, her cunt is wet and her clit is swollen from an erection.
“Count the number. I’ll only hit the generation. I’ll give you a prize if you’re patient and count to the end. Count straight.”
“Black… Yes, yes… Yes yes…”
At the same time as Jeong-ah’s answer, her whip cut through the air and quickly reached her cunt.
―Chwaaaaagh!
“Ehhhhh! Ha, Hanaaaaagh!”
With just one stroke, Junga’s waist curled up, and her pussy gradually looked up at the sky.
Rather, it became good to hit.
She strikes the whip again.
―Chwaaaaagh!
“Huh oh oh oh! Dou, douuuuuo!”
Would it be because I was offered a prize? I can feel it in Jeonga’s trembling legs.
Right now, the body wants to resist the rush of pain and pleasure by closing its legs, but it endures with desperate patience.
Last third.
Since this is the last time, he doesn’t care about Jung-a’s circumstances.
Kwak. I gripped the handle of the whip tightly and slashed down as if my hand was cutting through the air.
―Chwaaaaagh!
“Three, see…
She rolls across the bed as if her foot had been knocked on a corner somewhere, even though her limbs are handcuffed.
Her leash is pulled tight and she can’t stop making a clicking sound.
Jung-a, who struggled with her, lost in her sense of pain and pleasure, could not resist.
-Jorrureuk.
Jung-a’s pussy, which was tense all over her body, loosened up and yellow fluid flowed out.
“Ahhhhh”
Junga spreads her legs like a frog.
Before I knew it, a puddle had formed on the side of my buttock, and I was flinching.
In preparation for such an occasion, I admire Junga’s wisdom for changing even the bed into a waterproof sheet, and bring a towel to wipe under it.
Jung-a, who was immersed in the afterglow of the climax as she gazed at the ceiling with a face full of relief, turned to me.
“I’m the owner… Sang… Sang, lord… Jeonga, be patient… Jeonga, count all the numbers… Jeonga… Sang, lord…”
I learned while studying how to play.
Carrots and sticks must be sure. If the slave obeys the master’s orders, and if he does it, give him a certain reward.
“Do you want to receive the Jung-A Award?”
“Yes, yes! Please give me Jung-ah!”
“Okay. I’ll give you a prize. I’m sorry.”
Lift Junga’s body and turn it over.
His wrists and ankles are still handcuffed, and he is stuck next to his buttocks, so he buries his head in the bed without any support.
I take a seat behind Jung-a, who only lifts her butt.
“Tell me. What will you do? Jung-a, tell me. What kind of award do you want to receive?”
“Ha-jaw, ha-jaw…!”
Excited breaths flow from Jung-a’s mouth, who is preparing to curse at her for being vulgar if anyone sees it.
“Ass…! Fuck my ass hole! And spank my ass! It’s okay to bleed! It’s okay to tear your ass! Even if I yell at you to stop, please continue to spank me! Please continue to spank my ass hole!”
The corners of her mouth go up at Junga’s desperate cry.
