Although Herman didn't use his full strength, the kick was still hard, and the sharp sting made Mitsuki groan softly.
"Ugh!"
She knelt down, and at the same time, his foot stepped on her breast without hesitation, and he stomped on it.
"Did I ask you to speak? Or are you trying to rebel against your Master?"
Only at that moment did Mitsuki realize what that word "slave" truly represented.
Mitsuki bit her lower lip, shame making her face turn red, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Receiving no answer, Herman's eyes grew even more displeased, and he stomped his foot harder.
"Answer."
This time, Mitsuki took a deep breath, suppressed her emotions, and said, "No...no."
Smack!
Before Mitsuki could react, a slap landed on her face.
"No manners. Call me Master."
Mitsuki had an arrogant personality.
Since she was young, although she couldn't be said to have been pampered, she was the one who bossed others around, and it was never the other way around.
Even after marriage, it was not her husband, but she, who ruled the house and issued final orders.
So at that moment, when Herman's slap showed no mercy, it affected her more than anything.
She thought she would be filled with rage, and would want to tear him apart no matter the cost, but for some reason, as soon as his hand touched her face, a tingling sensation spread through her body, especially between her legs, and her face flushed.
Instead of crying, getting angry, or feeling any other such negative emotion, she felt a bit… Excited?
And immediately, as if he saw the change in her, Herman smirked and pinched her cheek.
"Oh, are you a masochist?"
While her being a masochist was not the complete truth, it was not a complete lie either.
The pleasure, the heat, and the excitement coiling in her gut were mostly due to Herman's subtle hypnosis.
But he had only used hypnosis as an amplifier. If she didn't have any masochistic tendencies to begin with, the effect wouldn't have been so obvious.
"Feeling good?"
"..."
Smack! Smack!
Looking at Mitsuki's dumbfounded expression, Herman slapped her twice more, once on the left and once on the right side of her cheek.
"Answer me." He commanded, and when she saw him raise his hand again, Mitsuki, unable to bear it any longer, blurted out,
"That... that felt good!"
"Huh?"
The answer surprised him because he was expecting some resistance, maybe even a pathetic attempt to fight back.
But this submission was also good.
Or maybe the clever little slut was just pretending to be an obedient pet to save herself from more punishment.
To test this, Herman slapped her again, but without hypnosis this time.
Smack!
"Felt good?"
"I... I feel great."
Turned out she was indeed lying, or perhaps she was inherently a masochist.
Smack!
So he slapped again and asked.
"Who are you?"
"I... I am..."
Mitsuki cried as she was slapped several times without reason, but she still couldn't bring herself to say those words.
Noticing the hesitation in her eyes, Herman bent down to wipe away the tears on her face and spoke in a bewitchingly tender voice.
"Say it. You're a slut."
"I... I am a slut."
The words finally tumbled out of her mouth, and he couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.
"Well done."
She wasn't a complete masochist, but the seed was there, and all he had to do was cultivate and nurture it into full, beautiful bloom.
And what better way to start with a masochist than with a little beating?
So before she could even understand what was happening, he removed her oversized coat, admired her purple dress with her nipples peeking out, and a barrage of slaps rained down on her.
Most were on her face and others on her breasts.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
He slapped her more than a dozen times.
When he stopped, both of Mitsuki's cheeks and breasts felt hot. Without even looking, she knew they must be covered with handprints.
The pain, mixed with shame, made her almost burst into tears.
"You!"
She finally couldn't hold it in anymore. When did she ever suffer so much in her life? She stood up and wanted to slap him, but couldn't bring herself to raise her hand.
Eventually, she turned around, wanting to put on her coat and leave, to escape this nightmare, but Herman, standing behind her, didn't give her the chance.
He forcefully pushed her back to her knees.
Then, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at him, he touched her cheeks, stroking the slap marks on her face with his thumb.
"Feeling wronged?"
Mitsuki glared at him.
Although she wanted to curse his whole family, she didn't dare to.
The last slap had left an indelible mark on her heart, and it made her too afraid to risk displeasing him.
Even if she were displeased with him, unless she wanted to tear down all the pretense and have him expose her videos, and she didn't want the beauty treatment, what could she possibly do about it?
She didn't have a choice in this at all.
So she could only think about these things in her heart and not let any of her thoughts surface on her face.
Besides, she was afraid that if she said or did the wrong thing, she'd get another slap in the face.
"Looks like you feel wronged."
Noticing the look on her face, Herman narrowed his eyes, seeing through her little thoughts, and suddenly, his fingers reached down and into her dress.
Just as expected, the MILF also had some thoughts of her own. He only said to wear something sexy and not disappoint him, and she directly came without wearing any underwear.
Herman's fingertips found her bare flesh instantly and stroked her wet pussy. By the time her mind caught up to the invasion, he had already withdrawn his hand.
She stumbled back a step, and a deep, shameful blush bloomed across her cheeks.
"Look here…" He held his fingers up, waving them mockingly in front of Mitsuki's face. "Your body's quite honest about the abuse. You pervert bitch."
His two fingers were coated in a thick, glistening fluid, which he brought to his own nose and inhaled deeply.
The faint, musky scent of her desperate pussyhole was as intoxicating as Inko's.
"Don't you feel wronged? Then what is this?"
This was her vaginal fluid, discharged because she was aroused. And Mitsuki understood that it was his slaps on her face that had triggered this humiliating flood from her cunt.
Was she really a masochist?! Her eyes widened in disbelief.
"It's okay if you don't answer. I'll give you a chance." He slowly moved his hand away from her face and said magnanimously.
"If you want, you can leave through this door. I promise everything will be over, and we will never see each other again. But if you stay and continue to act like this and not be obedient to me, then I will leave, and the price of my leaving would be something you wouldn't want."
Hearing those words, Mitsuki's hand, which had been fumbling with the hem of her dress, froze mid-motion.
Leave?
A chance, however slim, to escape this nightmare?
But was he telling the truth? And what did "everything will be over" truly mean?
Mitsuki would never believe that this cruel man who didn't treat people as humans would be so merciful.
Perhaps everything would indeed be over, but not for him, for her.
This was a final, cruel test, a warning that further defiance would bring consequences far beyond a simple slap.
So even though she wanted to leave, she didn't, because leaving was never an option to begin with.
Her future depended on her submission, and she had long been targeted by him.
There was no way out.
"Three... two... one," He counted down. "Since you won't leave, there's no turning back."
A predatory look appeared in his eyes.
"Now lie down on the ground."
Mitsuki swallowed hard, and after mentally preparing herself, she did as instructed. She obediently lay down on the ground at his feet, making him smile with satisfaction.
"Since you're not leaving, then spread your legs now. Let me see your pussy."
This demand further reinforced her sense of humiliation, but because of the choice she had made mere seconds ago, she had no recourse.
She had no choice but to obey.
Hesitantly, she parted her legs.
"Split them a little more. It's not wide enough. Of course, if you want to be slapped again, you can keep dawdling, but I don't know if the marks on your face will be gone by tomorrow. Are you planning to meet your husband and son with my handprints still on your cheek?"
Urged by him, she spread her legs wide open.
Herman squatted down in front of her, pushing the thin fabric of her dress aside to fully reveal her glistening slit, and gently poked her tender pussyhole with his finger, watching it clench involuntarily.
"It's still pink."
Her MILF pussy was completely without any discoloration, looking as untouched and tight as a virgin's.
Olivia, Inko, and Mitsuki, these three MILFs were truly something else.
Despite them being mothers, they possessed these world-class cunts, so perfect that it was almost unbelievable.
"No... don't say it."
As Mitsuki cried out in shame, Herman simply snorted and viciously pinched her swollen clitoris.
"Who the hell do you think you're ordering around?"
The clitoris was a place with a dense bundle of exposed nerves, impossibly sensitive, so when he pinched it, it sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through her, making her entire body spasm and bounce off the floor.
"Ah! I was wrong! Please, please don't pinch! I know I was wrong, I'm sorry!"
She desperately wanted to reach down and shove his hand away but didn't dare.
All she could do was plead.
But he showed no mercy. He continued to pinch the tender nub, twisting and pulling it outwards and stretching it cruelly.
"You stupid bitch who doesn't listen to her master. Who do you think you are, talking back?"