I Was Just Enjoying the Discipline - Chapter 15 🔞

The moment she obeyed him and opened herself, the merciless brushing she absolutely could not afford to react to would begin, plunging her into even greater torment.

Knowing that, she still had no choice but to do exactly as he instructed. That very lack of choice only made the situation more unbearable. The absurdity of being forced to endure a procedure designed to heighten her sensitivity while being ordered not to react to it at all only added to the psychological strain.

‘By the time he’s finished, my thighs will probably be covered in bruises from all the punishment.’

Even so, it was still far preferable to being abandoned alone in the interrogation room with nothing but her own misery for company.

The corners of Sophia’s lips began to creep upward. She quickly squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on her lip, like she had given up resisting and was reluctantly complying with his demand. Then she consciously relaxed the tension in her body and did as instructed.

“Good. Open those lips just like that.”

Cain guided the long brush forward. A long session of painstaking brushwork began.

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“Hngh…! Hah… ngh… ahh…!”

“You really can’t keep yourself still for even a moment, can you? It’s already lunchtime, and we still haven’t gotten past the area near your cervix. At this rate, we won’t finish even if we work through the night.”

Speaking in the same matter-of-fact tone, Cain struck Sophia’s inner thighs several times. His broad palm landed with sharp, resounding smacks against skin made slick with sweat and moisture.

The stinging impact sent another shiver racing up her spine, and Sophia bit down on her lip as another helpless moan escaped her. The thick brush, which had been carefully working over her sensitive flesh, bobbed in and out in time with the involuntary contractions within.

“Nngh… hah…”

Her body trembled with sensation as she struggled to catch her breath. They had been repeating the same process for hours.

Cain would meticulously coat her inner walls with the potion using the brush. Within seconds, her body would begin to quiver, and slickness would spill from her. The instant he noticed, another sharp slap would land across her thigh, followed by a stream of humiliating taunts—words meant to shame her even as they strangely stirred the very desire she was trying to suppress.

Then they would do it all again.

Sophia would force herself to keep her legs open and remain still. Cain would resume the slow, methodical brushwork. The cycle repeated itself over and over like a refrain.

By now, Sophia’s entire body was drenched in sweat, glistening like she had stepped out of a shower. Her thighs, repeatedly punished, were mottled with angry red handprints. In a few places, the skin had split, leaving tiny streaks of blood.

The overwhelming mix of overstimulation and pain left her barely able to focus. No matter how many times she blinked, her vision refused to clear, the room wavering in and out of focus.

Anyone who saw her would have thought she was enduring unimaginable torment. Yet, ironically, Sophia’s body seemed to welcome every moment of it. Her pleasure streamed steadily from between her legs, dripping off the chair and pooling on the floor beneath her. The heavy, intimate scent hung plainly in the air.

Cain watched her in silence for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the way her body wordlessly accepted the brush despite being thoroughly soaked. At last, he let out a quiet, derisive chuckle.

“I believe I told you to stop reacting. Instead, you’re making even more of a mess.”

“Hah… th-that’s not… ah!”

“And is the brush your lover, perhaps? Every time I put it in, you cling to it so desperately it’s enough to make me blush. With so little self-control, I’m amazed you had the nerve to defy Lord Yudel.”

His words were less a reprimand than outright mockery. Grasping the brush lodged inside her, Cain began working it with deliberate force.

“Ahh…! Hah… ngh… no… ah…!”

The vigorous motion, pressing insistently against her sensitive flesh, sent a blinding wave of sensation crashing over Sophia.

It was no thicker than a person’s finger. Under ordinary circumstances, it would never have been enough to affect her so deeply. But every inch of her had been rendered unbearably sensitive, leaving even the slightest movement impossible to ignore.

The overwhelming pleasure swept over her before she could resist it.

Her back arched, her hips jerked helplessly against the ropes, and the intense sensation flooded through her from head to toe in an instant.

‘Ah… it feels… it feels too…’

Her body trembled as she sank deeper into the overwhelming sensations.

Then Cain’s voice drifted down from above her—a low, velvety voice that carried an unmistakably teasing lilt.

“Does it really feel that good? To think something as small and slender as this is enough to make you tighten around it so eagerly.”

“Ahh… ngh…”

“When today’s session is over, I think I’ll make a suggestion to Lord Yudel myself. Your lower lips seem so fond of holding brushes that perhaps we ought to use them as a brush holder. I’m sure Lord Yudel would approve wholeheartedly.”

“Hah… ahh… ngh… nngh!”

After thoroughly humiliating Sophia with his taunts, Cain finally withdrew the brush in one smooth motion. The soft bristles skimmed along her sensitive flesh as they slipped free, and the faint sensation alone was enough to push her over the edge.

A powerful climax crashed through her, and fluid spilled from her in an uncontrollable gush, pattering onto the floor. The unmistakable sound only made her feel more humiliated.

“Hah… huff… ngh…”

Still reeling from the aftermath, Sophia slumped against the chair, gasping for breath. No matter how deeply she inhaled or exhaled, the lingering pleasure refused to subside. If anything, the maddening itch deep inside her only grew stronger.

If she could have, she would have thrust her own fingers inside herself without a second thought, desperate to scratch the unbearable ache within. The desire was so overwhelming that it left her aching for release.

But bound tightly to the chair, Sophia couldn’t move at all. The only thing she could do was tremble helplessly, her body quivering as she looked up at Cain with pleading eyes.