I Was Just Enjoying the Discipline - Chapter 21 🔞

“Come. Keep walking. I’ll be busy starting tomorrow, and I’d like to get some rest while I still can.”

With that, he loosened the leash he had been keeping so short and resumed walking. Having little choice, Sophia hurried after him in quick, shuffling steps.

Fortunately, the walk to Yudel’s room didn’t last much longer. After about ten minutes, a familiar door came into view. The instant she recognized it, a profound sense of relief spread through Sophia’s chest.

‘Finally, I can put this ordeal behind me and get some rest.’

Her legs trembled with every step she forced herself to take. She couldn’t afford to relax for even a moment, afraid she’d slip on the moisture constantly dripping beneath her feet. Nor could she do anything about the steadily mounting pleasure, all while the demons’ gazes remained fixed on her. It only built and built, with no release in sight.

Not that she minded the situation itself, quivering beneath an ever-accumulating pleasure with no outlet suited her tastes just fine.

Still, no matter how lewd or depraved a person’s preferences might be, everyone had their limits.

‘I’ll pretend to be asleep and quietly take care of it myself.’

Fortunately, even under such meticulous supervision, she was granted a small measure of freedom when it was time to sleep. The only concession was that her hands would be bound in front instead of behind her back, but for relieving herself, that was more than enough.

‘Cain said he brought a stronger formula today. It seems he wasn’t kidding.’

There was no mistaking it. Her sensitive spots were even more responsive than they had been the day before. More than anything, she wanted to collapse onto her bed, quietly pleasure herself until the tension finally broke, and then drift off to sleep.

“We’re finally here. Even a worm crawls faster than you.”

Yudel, already waiting outside his room, watched Sophia approach with open amusement.

Sophia wanted to snap back at him, but she didn’t have the strength. The only thought filling her mind was how desperately she wanted to lie down and frantically satisfy the ache between her legs.

Absorbed in that thoroughly indecent train of thought, she continued shuffling forward.

Then, something suddenly caught her eye.

On the floor outside the interrogation room next to Yudel’s quarters, droplets of moisture dotted the stone. And they stretched onward, forming a trail that led away in the direction opposite Yudel’s room.

It didn’t take Sophia long to realize what the droplets were. They were her own love juice.

Like the children in a fairy tale leaving a trail of breadcrumbs, she had unknowingly marked the path she’d walked—not with crumbs, but with the moisture dripping from her body. And it went without saying that the trail extended all the way to where she now stood.

A flicker of embarrassment and mortification crossed Sophia’s face. For the first time, the sheer extent of her own depravity truly hit her.

‘I have to leave this place in a year, but will I actually be able to?’

It would be a problem if she remained this lustful even after leaving here.

Demons were one thing, but there was no ordinary person in the world who could indulge her particular tastes. And once Yudel began the “training” he had so eagerly promised, her proclivities were only going to become more extreme, not less.

‘It’d be a disaster if I managed to steal a fortune in gold and jewels, only to spend every day stuck in bed because I’m constantly in heat.’

As Sophia found herself wishing the Holy Knights would storm the castle a little sooner before she reached the point of no return, Yudel suddenly broke the silence.

“It seems I’d have no trouble catching you if you tried to run now. You’ve been considerate enough to mark exactly which way you went. Tracking you would be much simpler.”

At his remark, Sophia’s ears flushed a vivid crimson. He had instantly understood what she had been looking at and why she’d been so embarrassed. His perceptiveness was almost unnerving.

“It’ll only become harder for you to escape from now on. Though before long, you won’t even think of trying.”

Still smiling, Yudel unlocked the door to his room. Then, grabbing Sophia by the back of the neck, he shoved her inside.

“Urgh…!”

Helpless against Yudel’s strength, Sophia was sent sprawling onto the floor. He had tossed her aside with the casual indifference of someone discarding an inconvenient piece of clothing rather than a living person.

A dull ache spread through her arm and shoulder where they had struck the ground.

Yudel walked past her without a glance, shortening the slack on her leash with a practiced tug.

“No matter how sleepy you are, the floor isn’t the place to lie down. You have a place of your own, don’t you?”

“…Ngh.”

The place he meant was a worn cushion tucked away in one corner of his room. An iron ring, forged from thick bent steel, had been fixed securely into the wall, and her collar was fastened there to prevent any chance of escape.

Yudel dragged Sophia over without ceremony and threw her onto the cushion. Before she could even complain about the pain from hitting the floor again, she found herself crumpled atop the threadbare padding.

As if she were a piece of luggage, Yudel calmly secured the leash to the iron ring. Then he brought Sophia’s bound arms from behind her back to the front and locked the handcuffs on once more.

There wasn’t the slightest trace of gentleness in his rough, matter-of-fact handling, yet even that subtly stirred Sophia’s particular tastes. She liked the harshness of his touch.

‘If only he’d casually knead my *ss while he was at it…’

Yudel, who clearly wanted her to suffer, wasn’t likely to tease her more intimately the way he had in the interrogation room. Still, perhaps she could at least hope he’d touch her backside.

Feigning discomfort, Sophia shifted her body and subtly arched her hips toward him.

But she received neither his touch nor even a glance.

“Get some sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day.”

She could only swallow her embarrassment as Yudel, having offered that indifferent farewell, turned away as though everything he had needed to do was finished.

Lying on the floor, Sophia watched his retreating back with obvious reluctance. He never looked back. Keeping the same impassive expression, he simply began removing his uniform piece by piece. It was clear he was getting ready for bed.

In the end, with no way to relieve the desire that had built up inside her, Sophia had no choice but to curl up on the small, worn cushion and quietly try to sleep.