I Was Just Enjoying the Discipline - Chapter 22 🔞

“Mmh… ah…”

Before dawn, in the pale hours of early morning, Yudel awoke to the sound of someone moaning in arousal.

He sat up and turned toward the cushion in the corner.

There was only one thing in the room capable of making sounds like that.

The woman lay in plain view from virtually anywhere in the spacious chamber that served as both his office and bedroom. Curled up on the cushion, she let out soft, stifled whimpers.

“Ah… mmh… haa…”

Restricted by her restraints, she had slipped her hands—bound together in front of her—between her thighs, moving them in a steady rhythm. Her hips rocked back and forth in time with the motion. Anyone who saw her would know immediately that her body was seeking pleasure.

‘She’s been like this for three days straight.’

Yudel regarded her with a look of faint contempt.

The aphrodisiac they gave her had been developed through countless experiments to make harvesting human life force more efficient. And the woman had been pleasuring herself every night since the day it had first been applied to her most sensitive places.

At first, she had only dared to move her hand in secret, carefully avoiding his gaze. But now she did it openly, as if putting on a show—letting lewd, wet sounds fill the room while soft moans spilled freely from her lips.

Yudel had been willing to overlook discreet mxstxrbation. A few furtive strokes, stolen while trying to avoid his notice, would never satisfy the craving. At best, it would only deepen it, like trying to quench thirst by drinking seawater.

Ordinarily, the best way to torment her would have been to ignore it altogether, whether she touched herself or not. Yet today, something about the earnestness of her movements grated on his nerves.

“Who gave you permission to pleasure yourself?”

Unable to tolerate the inexplicable irritation any longer, Yudel slipped on a silk robe and strode over to her.

She had undoubtedly sensed his approach. She had heard his voice as well. Even so, her eyes remained shut as she continued rocking her hips, wholly absorbed in her own pleasure.

“I didn’t spend three days heightening your sensitivity so you could indulge yourself whenever you pleased.”

A faint sneer curved Yudel’s lips. There was no warmth in his eyes. Not a trace. His voice was just as cold—cold enough to make one’s body freeze where it stood.

The woman, however, seemed deaf to every word. Wet, obscene sounds echoed through the room as she continued thrusting her fingers into herself with single-minded desperation.

“Ah… mmh… hn…”

Rather than stopping, she answered him with another breathless moan. Yudel let out a quiet, incredulous laugh.

“Do you know why I spent three whole days heightening your sensitivity?”

As he posed the question to the woman so engrossed in pleasuring herself that a deep furrow had formed between her brows, Yudel lowered himself into a crouch before her. The fingers buried between her thighs continued their relentless rhythm. A heavy, lewd scent hung in the air around her.

“During those three days, I could just as easily have conditioned you until you couldn’t live without my cxck inside you. It would’ve been simple enough. But I didn’t.”

“Mmh… ah…”

“Because that would have been far too easy. Breaking you that quickly wouldn’t be any fun, would it? I want to take my time tormenting you. That’s the only way it’s rewarding for me… the only way it counts as revenge. I want to savor the sight of your reason being swallowed, little by little, by your instincts.”

As he spoke, Yudel reached out toward her.

“So you can’t be allowed to lose yourself like this all on your own. Can you?”

His fingers closed hard around her nxxple, the one that looked as though it were begging to be bitten and chewed, and pinched it without mercy. He used enough force that anyone merely pretending to sleep would have cried out.

But contrary to his expectations, the woman didn’t open her eyes.

Instead, the crease between her brows slowly smoothed away. The tension melted from her face, leaving it noticeably more peaceful. As if that weren’t enough, a faint smile touched her lips, and a rosy blush spread across her cheeks.

“Ahh… mmh… It feels good…”

“…”

“It feels so good… More… Please… torment me more…”

The words drifted from between her moving lips, barely intelligible. Then she shifted ever so slightly. It was only the smallest movement, but her chest arched subtly toward him, wordlessly begging him for more.

Only then did Yudel realize the woman was talking in her sleep. She hadn’t been deliberately ignoring him or pretending not to notice him while absorbed in pleasuring herself. Her mind was completely submerged in sleep; her hand was moving of its own accord.

More astonishingly, she had liked having her nxxple pinched, going so far to beg him for more.

“…”

For the first time, Yudel felt something toward the woman other than anger or hatred.

The first emotion to surface was bewilderment. What the hell?