Chapter 45: Punishment

"Fine, then."

I grab Minjoon by the nape of his neck and force him down to lay on my lap.

"Drake?! Hey!"

I position his hips right above my thigh, his ass raised in the air. I used my arm to press on his shoulder blades, forcing him down.

" Since you don't want to open that stubborn mouth of yours, I'll make you forget all your problems instead."

"What- Gasp!"

I pull down his sweatpants and underwear in one swift move. Minjoon gasped as he felt cold air touch his bare bottom. I rubbed his butt cheeks as I admired his body, his slim waist met wide hips, giving him nice curves that I loved to hold onto during our rare sex in this world.

"You've got to be kidding me… I'm not a child!" Minjoon shouted as he realized he was in spanking position. He squirmed around to break free. All he accomplished was rubbing his lower half all over my thigh.

Slap-

"Ah-!" Minjoon yelped in surprise when I hit his ass. "Ow!" His hand reached towards me and scrunched up my shirt as he held on to me tightly.

"Count." I coldly respond. "You get an extra hit for each time you miss counting out loud."

I increase the force of my hits, leaving red prints on his body.

Slap!

"Ack! T-two…" Minjoon gasped as his left cheek stung.

I massaged the red marks I left before I moved to hit his other cheek.

Slap!

"Hghn!" Minjoon jerked forward and collapsed on my lap. He whispered, "Three."

By the sixth slap Minjoon was a precious sobbing mess.

His length had been hard since the second slap; my love tended to like pain during intimacy. With each slap he jizzed some precum. He moaned as he got off on rubbing against me.

By the tenth slap he came, hard, all over my legs and the couch, even though I never touched his length. This was the first time I'd ever spanked him, so I stopped at fifteen.

He continued crying his eyes out even after I had stopped and gathered him into my embrace.

I ran my fingers across his scalp, messaging his head lightly as I whispered praise into his ears.

" Such a good boy. My baby boy has been so good for me. You're absolutely beautiful, sweetheart." I kiss his temple.

He sniffles into my neck as he hid his face in the nook of my neck. I continued caressing his body while he calmed down.

Minjoon spoke up after a while.

"...You don't have access to my memories in my original world?" He mumbled against my neck.

"I do, as a high ranking system, but I don't want to intrude in your privacy... You don't have to talk about it anymore. Just know that I will start interfering in your daily life, especially during meal times and when you sleep. I have to find a spell to relax your nerves at night-"

Minjoon placed his hand on my mouth to shut me up. I blink my eyes as I waited for him to speak.

"Two things. One, don't tell me not speak when you literally just spanked me for not speaking. Second, you already interfere in my daily life by stalking me. Don't up your creepy habits, please."

I lick his hand in indication of wanting to speak.

"So you did realize I'm practically near you all the time. And here I was wondering how on earth you thought I was cheating on you." Sarcasm rolls off my tongue.

"Okay, yeah, I realize how stupid I was thinking that. Which is why..." Minjoon grips my shoulders as he readied himself to say his next words. "I want to talk, not to a stranger, but you."

I let out a deep breath of relief as I pull him into a hard hug.

"Say whatever you want, love. I'll always be here for you."

"...But it's bad, what I've done..."

I lift his chin. "Whatever you've done can't be worse than what I've done." As I see him frown, still not convinced, I add, "I've committed every crime except one."

"Which?"

"****."

"Oh, well, that's good."

"Good that I've killed thousands of creatures, or good that I haven't touched another's body without their consent?"

"Uh, the second part?"

"So do you hate me for killing?"

"No." Minjoon shakes his head.

"Then you can rest assured I won't ever hate you."

"Hmm." He nodded, understanding what I was getting at.

The small smile on his face shoots through my heart.

He started telling me about his childhood in a reminanicent voice. He grew up in a single parent household, just with his mom. His father had walked out on their family when he was three years old.

"I was happy, so very happy. My mom was smart, she did well earning money as a business woman, so we lived comfortably. She'd make me cookies every weekend, and take me out to eat on her days off..."

"But when I was 13 years old, she- she died." His voice tightened in pain. I grasp his clenched hands and hold them as I listen silently.

"Her friends and insurance covered her funeral, but I had no relatives to take me in. I was sent to an orphanage soon after, when a man came forward to claim custody of me." Minjoon sighed and took a deep breath.

"Who was it?" I softly ask, urging to continue.

"My asshole father who walked out on my mom and me. He wasn't a good man at all."

"Did he hurt you?" Fucker better not or I'm going back to that earth just to kill him.

"No, rather he taught me, many bad things."

"What did you do?" What was so bad that it's eating you from the inside?

"I hurt a lot of people, not physically but they lost their homes, jobs, life savings, businesses.

I... was a con-man."