Chapter 51: One Year
Sitting on the bed, Taeyang watched as Moonbyul dramatically collapsed onto his thighs. The anticipation of the impending punishment made her womb clench tightly.
Over the past year, she had grown her long hair with care, but now it dragged on the floor. She didn’t mind; she was too focused on the punishment she craved. When it didn’t come, she slowly lifted her head, her voice pitiful.
"Aren’t... you going to punish me?" she whined, wiggling her hips slightly.
Taeyang finally got a good look at Moonbyul’s face. Her faint blush and eager expression didn’t match the situation at all. She was truly out of her mind.
As her guardian, Taeyang felt a mix of emotions. "Well, alright..." he said reluctantly, raising his hand high. He had no choice but to punish her; he knew from experience that denying her would only make things worse.
Once, he had sent her away without punishment for a minor infraction. After that, Moonbyul caused every possible trouble she could, only stopping when he finally disciplined her severely. Since then, he made sure to punish her whenever she asked, hoping it would help her release stress and live a more balanced life.
With a heavy heart, Taeyang began to strike her.
Smack! Smack! Slap! Whack! Crack!
"Ah!" Moonbyul gasped as the force of the blows increased. His hand stung from the impact, so her bottom must be even more sore. Red welts began to appear beneath her panties, her entire backside turning bright red.
"Hng, ah...!" Moonbyul gripped the blanket tightly, writhing slightly but careful not to disrupt the punishment. She was enjoying this too much; any lapse in concentration could lead to unpredictable consequences.
"Ah! Ahh!" After about twenty strikes, Moonbyul’s reactions were far from those of someone being punished. Her eyes were glazed over, and drool dripped from her parted lips. Despite her bottom being swollen and red, her moans sounded more pleasurable than painful.
Smack! Crack! Crack!
Taeyang wondered if she would be able to sit comfortably for the rest of the day. Though he wasn’t sweating, he felt a strange dampness on his striking hand.
"Ah, ah. Hngeee!" Moonbyul’s saliva had long since soaked the blanket, and her lower lips were on the verge of dripping. Taeyang, who had to sleep under this blanket tonight, felt increasingly uncomfortable.
After about fifty strikes, Taeyang stopped. He flexed his stinging hand and asked, "Have you reflected on your actions?"
He hoped this would be enough, but Moonbyul’s panting reply surprised him. "No... I haven’t reflected."
Moonbyul was far from satisfied. Her masochistic tendencies, honed over the past year, craved even more humiliation and pain.
"Then what do you want me to do?" Taeyang asked, bewildered. He knew mere hands or light switches wouldn’t suffice; he even considered getting a baseball bat. But he feared causing bruises.
"Moonbyul, who hasn’t reflected, needs more punishment," she said, her voice sultry. She knew asking for more would tire them both, but Taeyang was too kind to refuse. She wanted more humiliation, even if the physical pain ended here.
Suddenly, she moved, flipping onto her back and sliding down to rest her head on Taeyang’s thigh. "Oppa, spit," she demanded, opening her mouth wide. She stuck out her tongue and pulled the corners of her mouth with her index fingers. "Ahh," she said, her voice muffled. "I want oppa’s spit."
Taeyang laughed bitterly. He could accept her enjoyment of punishment, but this was too much. "You crazy bitch," he muttered.
Moonbyul shivered at his words, her body tingling with pleasure. "Do you want spit that badly?" Taeyang asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Yeheee-" Moonbyul’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Taeyang shook his head, leaning down to position his mouth over hers. Moonbyul opened her mouth wider, eager for what was to come.
A long string of saliva dripped from Taeyang’s mouth into Moonbyul’s, who swallowed it greedily. Her throat bobbed as she gulped it down.
Gulp Gulp
Moonbyul shivered again, her body already on the verge of climax. She licked her lips, savoring the taste. "Hehe- Thank you for the meal."
"Have you reflected now?" Taeyang asked, hopeful.
"...No." Suddenly, Moonbyul jumped up and climbed off the bed. She rummaged through Taeyang’s laundry basket and pocketed a pair of his boxers.
"What are you doing?" Taeyang asked, confused.
Moonbyul stuck out her tongue playfully. "Spoils of war! If you’re not happy, come punish me again."
Taeyang heard, ’Please come to my room and continue.’ He sighed, watching her dash out of the room. "Take it easy. You’ll wear yourself out," he called after her, knowing she wouldn’t listen.
Back in her room, Moonbyul collapsed onto her bed, pulling the blanket over her. She missed the scent of Taeyang’s blanket but left her door slightly ajar, hoping he might come in.
She had been doing this for months, but Taeyang never took the bait. Frustrated, she grew even bolder. She didn’t regret their strange relationship; she craved more.
Moonbyul pulled out her trophy—Taeyang’s boxers—and held them to her nose, inhaling deeply. Her hand naturally slid between her legs, pushing her panties aside. Two fingers slipped into her already wet folds, circling her entrance while her other hand teased her clit.
"Ah, oppa. Oppa. Oppa..." she moaned, imagining him. She bit down on the boxers, her hips grinding against her hand. She pressed her other hand against her throat, cutting off her air supply. Her vision blurred, and her consciousness faded.
She caressed her still-sore bottom, the stinging pain sending shivers up her spine. She lost track of time, consumed by her fantasies.
Finally, Moonbyul released her grip, her eyes squeezing shut. This wasn’t enough; she needed more. Over the past few months, she had painfully realized her limits.
Taeyang’s cold, indifferent gaze and his strong, unyielding hands drove her wild. Unlike other men, who were meant to be submissive, Taeyang was a predator. She longed to be dominated by him, to feel his raw power and emotion.
She wanted to strip naked and pounce on him—or rather, be pounced on. She wanted to lick the floor clean, endure his brutal force, and ultimately, take his seed deep within her.
But she couldn’t be too obvious. She loved his contemptuous gaze and harsh words but feared pushing him away. For now, she could still masturbate loudly enough for him to hear, staying within the boundaries he set.
"Oppa, punish me. Ah, hit me more. Choke me, spit on me! Ahh!" Her voice rose to a crescendo as she reached her climax, her body convulsing before going limp. Wetness gushed from her, soaking the bed.
"Ah..." Moonbyul panted, experiencing the so-called "wise man’s time." But she pressed the boxers closer to her face, inhaling deeply. "Haah... Oppa..."
She didn’t care if she was his second or third; she just wanted to be by his side, holding hands and whispering words of love. And if he could spank her and choke her too, that would be even better.
