“It is time we reset your behavior. I have held back on these punishments only because of your weak body, but you are getting far too bold.”
Yoon Seoho completely ignored the boy’s excuses, treating his frantic words like background noise.
His eyes burned with a wild, unhinged light.
Reaching out, his fingers gripped the boy’s soft hair and used it to force his upper body flat against the hard wood of the dining table.
With a series of rough pulls, he ripped away every layer of clothing covering the boy, leaving him completely bare and exposed against the dark surface.
“Ahhh! Brother, I was wrong! Please! Heugh…… ah!”
Wet, tear-filled screams came from the boy’s throat, but Yoon Seoho paid them no mind.
He just stared down at the thrashing, naked body pinned to the table with a cold, uncaring look.
Using the full weight of his S-rank strength, he pinned the boy’s twisting body flat against the wood, trapping both of his wrists behind his back in a tight grip.
“Bring the case.”
The moment the words left his lips, the frozen assistant turned mechanically, walked into the main bedroom, and came back with a heavy, black designer case.
Standing beside the table, the empty-eyed man opened the container, pulled out a thick leather strap, and handed it to his master.
Taking the tool, Yoon Seoho wrapped the leather strap securely around Seo Yuan’s pinned wrists, buckling it tightly.
The tight binding pulled the boy’s arms hard across his lower back, making it impossible for him to move or defend himself.
A large, warm hand landed on the soft, pale curve of his left hip, tracing the shape with a slow, deliberate sweep.
The first touch was light, but a second later, the movement sped into a heavy, fast rhythm.
His fingers squeezed the soft skin until, without any warning, his palm slammed against the flesh with a loud crack.
‘SMACK!’
“AAAH!”
An S-rank Esper hitting someone without holding back hits with the force of a weapon.
Even though it was only one hit, the spot instantly turned bright red, swelling up fast from the hard impact.
Yoon Seoho stared down at the bright red handprint, his hand rising back into the air without a moment’s hesitation.
‘CRACK! SMACK! CRACK!’
This time, he unleashed a fast, non-stop series of heavy open-handed strikes against the skin.
With every hit echoing through the kitchen, the boy’s skin changed—turning from bright red to a deep, dark purple bruise.
“Heugh…… khhk…… ugh…….”
Pressed hard against the table, Seo Yuan could only let out broken, gasping sobs.
Since he had the normal, fragile body of an ordinary human, there was no way his body could handle the raw, powerful force of an S-rank punishment.
Yoon Seoho delivered fifteen more hard hits before finally stopping.
The left side of the boy’s body had swollen up to a huge size compared to the untouched right side, covered in bleeding marks and dark bruises.
“Oheugh…… khhh…… h-heugh…….”
Tilted sideways against the dark wood, the boy’s face was a ruined mess.
His face was covered in tears and sweat, but the pain made him look strangely helpless and vulnerable.
Yoon Seoho smiled a twisted, hungry smile as he looked down at his own pants.
Even though he had only given a basic spanking, the feeling of complete control had made him excited.
His tailored pants felt too tight, and his body throbbed with desire.
“Look at our precious Yuan. Your bottom has been painted with such a bright, colorful palette, hm?”
Yoon Seoho licked his lips, his dark eyes fixed on the bruised skin.
The swollen, colorful mass looked tempting—like a forbidden piece of fruit waiting to be eaten.
The mix of red and blue marks matched his exact tastes.
“……However, the sides do not match. The left side is much bigger than the other. We must fix the right side to make it even, shouldn’t we?”
“Brother…… please…… stop…… I was wrong…… heugh…… I’m sorry…… ah!”
“Oh dear. Does it hurt that much, Yuan?”
Hearing the soft, gentle question, Seo Yuan nodded his head up and down against the wood, desperate for it to stop.
In response, Yoon Seoho reached out, his long fingers gently wiping away the hot tears on the boy’s wet cheek.
His touch suddenly turned soft and caring.
Brushing his lips right against the boy’s ear, he whispered his next words in a gentle, warm voice.
“Do not worry, darling. Brother is going to make the other side look just as pretty for you.”
“Stop…… AAAH!”
‘SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! CRACK!’
This time, the hits landed on the right side with twice the speed.
Every time his heavy hand hit the soft skin, a sharp, wet sound echoed through the room.
The hits were so hard that the skin flattened under his hand before bouncing back to swell up.
Seo Yuan could no longer speak, his throat making dry, clicking sounds as he struggled to breathe through the overwhelming pain.
It was a terrifying level of pain for a normal human body, leaving him unable to think or react.
Even though he knew the boy’s limits, Yoon Seoho refused to stop his hand.
He watched with satisfaction as the right side swelled up to match the left, the dark bruises covering his skin in a pattern that fit his darkest tastes.
“I should have done this weeks ago. Showing you kindness only makes you forget your place, turning you into a spoiled little creature who forgets who is in charge, hm?”
“H-Heick…… ugh…….”
The frantic apologies from earlier were gone, replaced by a quiet, weak breath as the boy lay limp against the wood.
Looking down at the broken, helpless form stretched across his dining table—a body completely at the mercy of his hands—a deep wave of pride filled Yoon Seoho’s chest.
‘This fragile, beautiful creature belongs entirely to me.’
