Chapter 4 – Punishment (1)

"What's your Estronitus level, Monique?"

Stepping back slightly, the young man looked at the woman with a resigned expression. He knew what needed to be done to resolve the situation. But he couldn't forget his duties as a Hunter, a rookie mistake was made—by an S-Class Hound no less—and he needs to take appropriate action.

"A little over 3000." Ashamed of her error, the woman lowered her head and replied softly.

"Exactly how much?" The young man asked in a more serious tone.

"3610, the last time I measured…" She answered, still with her head down.

"And when was that?"

"Today… at 3 PM."

"Sigh… You know I'm going to punish you, don't you?"

The young man said after walking over to one of the computers and pressing a button to turn off the lights in the room.

"…" She didn't answer, merely nodded affirmatively.

"You, M, acted like a mistreated B-Class Hound with advanced signs of Degeneration. What will people think of me when they see the footage from the cameras? What will they do to you?" He asked as he returned to her side, staring at her sternly.

"I made a mistake, Greg… But if necessary, I will take full responsibility. I will do everything possible to ensure your reputation isn't affected. I just ask… I just ask you to forgive me, Greg. Please don't abandon me…"

Even in the dim light, he could see her guilt-ridden expression. She nearly threw herself to the ground as she spoke, her voice melancholy and regretful.

"Sigh I have two pieces of good news for you, M... First, nothing will happen to us. I'll ask Fried for a favor and erase the footage."

Screeeech

As he spoke, the young man walked to the corner of the room where a 1m by 2m metal table stood. Though relatively small, its material caused a screeching noise as it was pushed to the center of the room.

"Second, M, today, for the first time since we met, you showed your extremely possessive and emotional side. And honestly… I LOVED IT." The young man savored every word, observing the woman intently.

"?!!??" She didn't understand his words and wore a surprised and confused expression as she looked at the smiling young man.

"Always so proper, always so correct, always so controlled. Even when you were a little more emotional, there was always a limit. Even during sex, you hold back, preferring the basics. Or when you're being punished, you show no emotion. Honestly, you've been a good friend—maybe the best I could have, M. But for a candidate to form a Pact, To me you wouldn't even qualify for a temporary Pact.… You lacked essence."

Clack Clack Rrrrsshh Thump-thump

Even as he spoke, the young man rummaged through the drawers of the control desk and opened the cabinets. Fortunately, his search ended quickly, and he returned to the table in the center of the room with two steel handcuffs, two thick ropes, and a small whip.

"Heh, lucky this is still here," he said, holding the whip.

"Greg?"

"And that's what I doubted, M. I always thought you'd never give me your all..."

"No, no, no... You're special to me, Greg. You treat me as an equal, understand my needs, care for my well-being, provide extravagant luxuries, fulfill all my emotional and physiological needs, and more..." 

"Yes, but that's the basics, I didn't think our relationship would evolve just because of that. Anyway, as I was saying, M, until today, I saw you more as a good friend than a potential partner."

"You're the partner I've always dreamed of, Greg, i didn't want to be replaced... After everything we've been through together, I would do anything for you. ANYTHING..."

"Anything?"

"Just ask, Greg…" Saying this, she used her claws to grip her own neck, pressing hard enough for her claws to pierce the skin.

"Don't worry about that. You've already proven what you needed to prove." The young man said as he approached the woman, taking her hand from her neck.

He then intertwined his fingers with hers, grabbed her chin, and slowly leaned his face closer to hers…

"Today, you proved me wrong. You're brave, jealous, possessive. What would happen if we formed a lifelong Pact? How long until you ascended? How many times? The possibilities are endless now. Hahaha..."

Approaching slowly, staring deeply into her eyes, the young man seemed hypnotized, and the woman appeared to be as well.

First, their noses touched, then their lips met softly.

The woman closed her eyes and took the initiative, kissing the young man passionately. She claimed his lips skillfully, eager to explore every corner of his mouth and coat every part of his lips with hers.

The young man, for his part, let the woman take control and followed her lead, reciprocating the kiss while savoring the sweet taste of her mouth. Occasionally, he felt his lips being sucked forcefully, which he also eagerly returned.

However, he remained lucid, noticing every detail of her body. The intense goosebumps, her rising body temperature, her skyrocketing heart rate.

Her hand tightened its grip on his, while her other hand began fumbling with the belt of his pants. The kiss grew more intense, with her tongue exploring every inch of his mouth.

She left him no room to breathe; every second was spent sucking his lips and drinking the dew she eagerly took with her skilled tongue.

It was as if she were desperate—she wanted him immediately...

"Enough…" He said as he realized she had managed to remove his belt.

"…? Huh? Nooo. A little more, Please." Disoriented, the woman was still in a trance when she noticed her source of joy had been taken away...

"We'll continue this later, M, I promise. But for now, answer me: Do you accept your punishment?" Moving away from her and approaching the table, he turned with one of the handcuffs in his hand and asked.

"Yes, of course… You'll forgive me, won't you, Greg?"She immediately responded but seemed hesitant as she posed her own question.

"I don't blame you for your emotional outburst, M, don't worry. Actually, I'm only punishing you because you disobeyed my orders and made a rookie mistake. Understood?"

"Yes…"

"Very well, let's begin…"

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Monique, a Parahuman of the physical type, was renowned for her resilience and durability. She was an ideal tank in a well-organized team of Hounds. With the support buff of another Parahuman, she could easily handle a horde of 15 Level 3 or 2 Level 4 physical Mutanoids.

As a Hound of the Academy, Monique was required to remain in peak condition. Her daily routine included two hours of rigorous training, often exceeding the limits of even other Parahumans. Edgar, her trainer, ensured she adhered to a demanding regimen of exercises and a tailored diet. Thanks to his guidance, she had set personal records: a 585-kilogram bench press and a 935-kilogram squat.

Even among other Hounds, Monique was relatively strong and physically resilient. Her tolerance for pain was exceptional—she could sustain deep cuts and remain in battle. Her flawless skin was a testament to her body's advanced healing factor.

She was a combat machine… Yet, at this moment, that same formidable woman was in a deeply vulnerable and compromising position.

Bent over the metal table, Monique, dressed only in her black undergarments, found herself restrained.

Each of her hands was cuffed to opposite corners of the table, forcing her arms to stretch and leaving her unable to make any sudden movements.

Due to the table's compact size, only her upper body rested on its surface. Her lower body remained exposed, her toned hips supported by her legs, which were tied securely to the table's legs with thick ropes.

The position left her legs slightly apart, a posture deliberately humiliating. Her shapely, muscular figure—so admired for its strength—was now accentuated in an entirely different way.

Gulp.

The young man, who had orchestrated her restraint, swallowed hard as he took in the sight. He fought the almost overwhelming urge to give in to temptation, his instincts urging him to close the distance between them.

But he was a man of focus, and his resolve held firm.

"As an Ursinus, you should have a stronger will against submission, Monique. Don't you feel any shame? An S-Class Hound from the Academy with nearly a decade of experience, submitting to a mere young Hunter… Tsk-Tsk-Tsk."

His words carried a teasing edge as he circled the table, observing her from every angle. His mind was already spinning with thoughts of how he intended to "correct" her later.

Monique's breathing was steady, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her emotions. Though outwardly composed, she was anything but indifferent to his gaze or his words.

"I know what you're feeling, Monique, the thought that you might leave me and find another guy infuriates me... Besides, you showed me something I really liked, so I won't punish you too severely."

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