Martial Arts Masochist

Chapter 207

Chapter: 208

Chapter Title: Limit Line (5)

Dang Soran sat frozen with the tea she had been drinking every day like clockwork placed in front of her.

Her hand wouldn't move.

She already felt like she was dying of agony, so how could she drink that tea now?

No poison she had consumed while training her poison arts had ever terrified her as much as that tea did right now.

Dang Soran glanced up at Han Seojin like she was gauging his reaction, then looked back down at the tea.

Did she really have to drink it? Now that its effects had been exposed, she didn't want to.

"Why not?"

Why not? It was obvious that her body would heat up even more and make things even more painful.

Even now, her body tingled and buzzed like she was on the verge of death.

This suffocating feeling was something she'd never experienced before in her life.

It felt like screaming wouldn't release it, nor would crying or venting her anger.

"You always enjoyed this tea. Have a cup quickly."

"If I drink this..."

"...If you drink it?"

Dang Soran choked on her breath at Han Seojin's question.

He knew full well what the tea did but was pretending otherwise.

His feigned ignorance left her speechless.

She wanted to argue that drinking it would make her body heat up even more.

But she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud.

It would be like admitting to her own ugly scheme.

"What happens if I drink it?"

Han Seojin asked dangerously, as if slightly venting the anger from all he'd endured.

"..."

Humiliation kept her from uttering a single word.

Wasn't she the eldest daughter of the Tang Clan of Sichuan, who had dragged her servant with aphrodisiac-laced tea to seduce him?

Dang Soran's face had already flushed red before she knew it.

It was another form of humiliation he was bestowing upon her.

Above all, she lacked the confidence to face his anger once the truth came out and explain why she was tormenting herself like this.

She feared shattering the fragile peace he had barely maintained with her own hands.

Dang Soran could only purse her lips slightly instead of voicing any complaints.

With trembling hands, she picked up the teacup and drank the aphrodisiac-laced tea.

As the tea flowed down her throat, her body heated up once more.

She couldn't tell if it was the tea's effect or the warmth of the liquid itself.

As she obediently drank the tea, Han Seojin's stiff expression softened just a bit.

Changing his demeanor, he flashed a gentle smile, pinched her cheek, and whispered.

"...You're pretty."

"..."

She couldn't understand why, even in this situation, those words alone made her feel happy.

The way he treated her—like a child despite her revered status in the Central Plains—was the same.

After that, Han Seojin stood up and bowed toward Dang Soran.

"I'll be going, miss. See you tomorrow."

"Huh? W-wait..."

"...Why?"

Dang Soran opened her mouth to hold him back but couldn't say a word.

The fact that he still needed to watch her hadn't changed.

Nothing had changed on the surface.

Her emotions swung wildly with his actions, and she found it utterly exhausting that she couldn't control them herself.

Dang Soran had lived like an empress her whole life within the Tang Clan of Sichuan, but Han Seojin was one person she couldn't bend to her will. It felt like a tiger had appeared before her, the fox.

"...It's nothing."

"Ah, miss."

Just before leaving, Han Seojin glared at Dang Soran. It was a warning.

"...Don't touch yourself."

"Eek...!"

It was like a warning not to touch his property.

Even though it was her own body, Han Seojin spoke as if it belonged to him.

"I'll know right away tomorrow if you did anything."

"..."

With those words, Han Seojin left without lingering.

Only after he was gone did Dang Soran's pent-up emotions surge forth.

She felt like she was going mad with frustration. And yet, she had no intention of defying his final command.

He was probably right. She had no plans to do anything to her body, but if she did, he'd notice immediately.

A pervert like Han Seojin definitely would.

Dang Soran felt a childish urge for revenge bubbling up.

No matter what, she was the eldest daughter of the Tang Clan of Sichuan, and he was a lowly servant.

She had no intention of just taking this lying down.

****

The next day, I got my payback for tormenting Dang Soran.

Early in the morning, Maesk unnie came to me and assigned me a special task.

Cleaning the outhouse.

I could step away from my servant duties for Dang Soran until that was done.

A hollow laugh escaped me, but it wasn't out of displeasure.

It was just the satisfaction of knowing how pissed off she was.

Even as I cleaned while enduring the foul stench, a grin kept creeping onto my face.

This was the irritation and frustration she felt—there was no greater reward.

When I stepped out for a breather during the cleaning, I spotted Dang Soran wandering around leisurely in the distance.

She was clearly angry, shooting me sharp glances that felt like they were telling me to reflect on my actions.

...Brat.

I'm not the one who needs to reflect. You underestimated me too easily.

If you can get revenge, do it for life.

I remembered Dang Soran's body trembling under my hands.

Even if I didn't know women's bodies well, I knew she was suffering more than I was.

The way she flinched at every touch. Her feverish skin. The deepening feminine scent.

You think cleaning an outhouse is hard for someone who grew up as a Beggars' Sect beggar?

It might be tough for you, raised in luxury, but this is daily life for me.

Honestly, her narrow-minded imagination was almost laughable.

You think you can torment me with this? Feeding me aphrodisiac and having O Jeong hyung watch me was way harder.

My own desires were still unfulfilled and tormenting me just as much, but I endured by thinking she had it worse.

In the end, I could get revenge again tonight. Torment her body once more.

This is called edging.

Teasing the body right up to climax but denying the release...

Any man can easily understand that frustration.

Who can stop mid-stroke without finishing? It takes superhuman patience.

I was forcing that patience on Dang Soran.

Of course, she could relieve herself on her own, but I'd warned her not to for now.

Whether she obeyed was up to her.

...But if she's a true masochist, she'll listen to me.

I had a strange conviction.

A baseless certainty that she wouldn't ignore my orders.

That's why she's throwing this tantrum at me now, right?

I watched Dang Soran stomping around angrily from afar and smirked faintly.

Honestly, her sulking was a little cute.

Is there anything that satisfies a sadist's urges more than watching a masochist suffer without climax?

'Don't come to my quarters after You hour no matter what anyone says today!'

Dang Soran was telling everyone she met not to visit her.

She was determined not to be disturbed tonight.

She made sure to tell the elders, servants, her siblings, even the Poison King.

It felt like she was saying it for me to hear.

She was acting like she wanted me to come and get revenge if I was mad.

I showed no reaction even after hearing her plan.

...And that evening, I didn't go to her either.

.

The next day, early dawn.

I entered the annex without waiting for Dang Soran's permission.

The moment I closed the door behind me, silence descended.

No signs of life could be felt.

It was as quiet as if the whole world was asleep.

Yet I could sense the tension filling the air.

It felt like I'd become a martial artist, sensing the atmosphere in the air.

"...Hoo."

My mind was already wide awake.

My skin tingled. Had I ever felt such taut sexual tension in my life?

Maybe because everywhere was so still, I was settling into a serious mindset too.

I moved slowly.

The floorboards creaked loudly with each step.

My desire to relieve my lust and torment Dang Soran swirled within me, driving me forward, but I still took slow steps.

I took my time calmly.

I slowly climbed the stairs.

When I reached the second floor, I naturally saw her.

A woman sitting on the bed with her head bowed, breathing raggedly.

Her faint breaths echoed shallowly.

Even in the early dawn, we were both awake as if by appointment.

I'd known she would be up.

Her eyes were hidden by her bangs, but everything else was clearly visible.

Her lower lip bitten in frustration. Her flushed red cheeks.

Her knees rubbing together restlessly, unable to stay still.

Her fists gripping and releasing the blanket with effort.

"..."

It was obvious. Today, it was all too obvious.

She had finally cast aside the mask she'd forcibly worn until now.

Dang Soran was in heat.

The pampered jewel of the Tang Clan of Sichuan, revered by all, was at a loss.

She was quietly waiting for me in the form of a female shown only to me.

The sight of her waiting through the dawn.

This was the result I'd created.

Finally obedient.

It felt like she'd truly submitted.

On the bed behind Dang Soran lay something.

Looking closely, it was ropes.

She must have pulled them out during the night and fiddled with them, as they were scattered messily on the bed.

That alone told me she'd had a rough night.

"..."

I approached Dang Soran silently and picked up the ropes she'd laid out.

One was already snapped.

Just like her patience.

I examined it quietly, then gazed at Dang Soran.

I asked inwardly.

Don't you have anything to say?

"..."

Dang Soran said nothing.

She seemed to lack the strength to resist... but she didn't look like she intended to apologize either.

This time, I had no intention of going easy on her.

She didn't know how much my lower body had been boiling.

This battle had been tough for me too.

And because it was tough, I wanted complete submission.

It might be a little cruel.

...But that wasn't for me to worry about.

Driven as I was now, caring about others' feelings wasn't my style.

Sadists are selfish by nature.

I nodded at Dang Soran.

No need for detailed explanations.

As if by prior agreement, Dang Soran turned around with a suppressed expression and crossed her arms behind her back.

She was surrendering herself to be bound.

That violent scene made my breath catch for a moment.

Who would have thought this proud, willful woman would offer herself up like this?

I was claiming the submission that no latecomer genius in the Central Plains could ever win from Dang Soran.

I bound her arms naturally.

Each time my hands touched her, Dang Soran let out lewd moans.

"Finally being obedient, huh?"

"...Hngh..."

Every moan made it harder for me too. It had been ages since my lower body tensed up like this.

"This is the last rope. You know that, right?"

I urged Dang Soran. It was also a warning to behave properly.

Dang Soran nodded slightly. She understood.

I tied the final knot, securing her.

Deep humiliation rose on Dang Soran's face as her arms became immobile.

Even though she wanted something, restricting her body's freedom only amplified her frustration.

I sat slowly on the bed.

Then, I patted my knee twice with my palm.

I shared a brief eye contact with her.

She looked plenty displeased with me.

But there was also a strange excitement in those eyes.

I could tell. Today, her emotions were easy to read.

When a person is cornered, their true nature shows—and she was exactly that, unable to hide her rawest self anymore. That was the appeal of SM.

Dang Soran was even enjoying this frustrating situation.

A masochist is a masochist. She craved the sweetness at the end despite the suffering.

She now firmly believed I would give it to her.

The reward after long ordeal. She awaited it with trembling eyes.

"...Hurry."

I patted my knee again.

Dang Soran slowly brought her feminine hips to my thigh.

She sat on my leg while bound.

The soft sensation of her body further hardened my lower half.

I roughly grabbed her waist with one arm.

"..."

Dang Soran clamped her mouth shut and swallowed her voice.

Without hesitation, I slowly slid my hand between her legs, under her thin nightclothes.

We needed no more foreplay.

I felt her body squirming on my knee.

"Spread your legs."

I commanded.

Dang Soran flinched at my words.

But soon, the tension in her thighs gradually eased.

My hand delved deeper in response.

However, sorry for her, my torment wasn't over yet.

Edging was just beginning. I planned to show her hell.

I wanted to hear that arrogant mouth whisper an apology. It was time.

Besides, she was already like this without much torment—it wouldn't do.

Before getting serious, I asked lowly.

"Miss, you sure you don't want to stop me?"

"..."

Dang Soran didn't answer. She only wore an expression filled with shame and humiliation.

But no answer was a form of permission.

Her last pride as the pampered jewel was refusing to permit it with her own mouth, it seemed.

She had no intention of stopping me. Her face alone showed she was suffering in lust.

A face begging me to end this torture now.

I accepted her permission and looked at Dang Soran.

I spoke to her as she avoided my eyes.

"Look at my eyes."

Her pupils trembled violently. I'd never seen her so shaken and tense.

It felt like an illusion that I had her completely in my grasp.

Unable to hold back my surging desire, I whispered firmly once more.

"Look at my eyes, you filthy bitch."

Dang Soran's trembling pupils rolled weakly toward me.

At my insult, pleasure flickered across her eyes.

The Tang Clan of Sichuan's tomboy who had tormented me so much.

The latecomer genius who knew no defeat in the Central Plains.

Our eyes met, and a thick wave of pleasure hit me.

It felt like an emotional connection.

Like I was gripping the deepest part of her heart. The illusion that I dominated her.

Eye contact that deeply satisfied a sadist's urges.

"Soran."

Crushing and shattering her pride had led to this moment.

Leaving an indelible mark on her life, on her as a person—one that would never change.

A fact that wouldn't change until she died.

I was the first to touch her. The conquest overwhelmed even me.

As if speaking to myself, I spoke to her.

"...Endure it well, got it?"

After that, I didn't hesitate.

Locking deep eye contact with Dang Soran, I gently placed my hand on the deepest, most secret spot between her legs.

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