BUTTERFLY

TRAINING AND PUNISHMENT

The courage of the ignorant may one day lead to her own death.

"Kize." When I said that, he looked up and looked into my eyes. He had a small smile on his face. "I apologize for today, I'll make it up to you." His words were enough to make me smile. When I moved slightly in my seat, I felt his muscles tense under my hand. He lowered his hand from my neck to my waist and leaned my body against his body. I was startled by the hardness pressing between my legs. He laughed and ran the tip of his finger along my cleavage. He never took his eyes from mine as he did so. "It seems I have to take care of you a lot." He said in a low voice. His voice increased the pleasure I felt even more.

He placed a small kiss on my neck and pulled back, tucking a few strands of hair that had fallen over my face behind my ear. Apparently my hair was a mess, even though I had tied it tightly. "I'm guessing you're a virgin, right?" he said, looking into my eyes. I felt my face on fire. For a brief moment, I couldn't answer because I was surprised by his question. "Why do you ask?" I said, too embarrassed to answer. It was none of his business.

He murmured as if thinking. "You don't know how to kiss, my touch is enough to make you shiver, you're a beginner." I felt more embarrassed when he said that. I touched his warm neck with my fingertip. "I can't decide how to approach you right now." He said taking a deep breath and watched my body for a short while. His hand squeezed my leg. I wanted to move but I didn't have the courage to do so. The hardness pressing between my legs made me want to move. I had instincts that begged me to press myself against that hardness.

"Yes." I mumbled. My voice sounded hoarse and deep. He smiled and looked into my eyes again. "I'll go slowly then, but we can make s*x now if you want." My breath caught in my throat when he said that. I bit my lip even though I wanted to say 'now'. Of course not now, we had only just met. Besides, it would be completely stupid of me to do such a thing without finding out the truth of what I heard today.

"Not now." I said hurriedly. He gave a short laugh and leaned his back against the seat. He looked at my body again. He took a deep breath and put his hand on my ass and cupped it. His other hand slowly moved up my body and stopped just below my chest. I felt my breath catch and swallowed at the idea of him touching my naked body like that. When he reached up and kissed my neck, a sweet energy spread down to my toes. As he kissed my neck wetly, he squeezed my buttocks and pressed his hardness between my legs. A small moan escaped my mouth at that moment. My whole body felt like it was on fire.

Kize suddenly pulled back and said, "Okay, I got it." He grabbed me around the waist and put me back in my seat. I looked at his face, confused, and he swallowed and looked at my legs, which were still on his thighs. I was about to step back when he grabbed my ankle and stopped me. He gently unlaced my boots and took off my shoe. A moment later he took off my other shoe and put my feet on his lap. I was surprised when he also took off my socks. He laughed when he noticed my eyes staring at him. "You have nice feet." My mouth fell open as he shrugged his shoulders. "You're crazy." I said laughing. My eyes widened when he lifted my foot and brought it to his lips. Even though I tried to pull my foot back to stop him, he didn't let go and kissed my foot. I could have fallen to the ground with shame at any moment.

"Kize." I said, raising my voice slightly. When he started the car, he had a sly smile on his face. "This is nothing, I'm going to eat you all up," he said, and I knew then that he was a cheeky man. But hearing that made my heart race with excitement.

"By the way, do you want me to train you?" he asked, and I was embarrassed and surprised at what came to my mind. I swallowed and frowned slightly. When he looked at me out of the corner of his eye, his smile widened. "What did you think when I said training?" he said with a laugh. I shrugged and averted my eyes. "I didn't think anything." I said and he patted my ankle and looked at me with a wicked smile.

"Training Een, for your strength." He said, raising his eyebrows. "Of course, I can also train you in s*x if you want." I was sure I was blushing up to my ears when he said, "Oh, man." I said and folded my arms across my chest and looked out the window. He gave a little laugh. "Seriously, do you want to get stronger?" he said and slid his finger inside the waistband of my pants. my body spasmed with excitement as his warm fingers slowly traced along my ankle.

"Yeah." I said, nodding my head. His touch was confusing me, so it took me a while to answer his question. I wanted to be strong, who wouldn't. I especially wanted to be able to stand up to Irine.

He smiled at my answer and lifted my foot and gave me another kiss. This time his kiss was wet. I giggled involuntarily as my feet tickled. "One day a week, then, you will stay with me and do what I say. If I say die, you die, Een." When he said that, my mouth dropped open. I stared at him, dumbfounded, and when he saw my reaction he shook his head from side to side. "What's the matter, do you feel like giving up?" He said, frowning.

"No, I accept." I said quickly. He could suddenly become very serious and I had a hard time following his emotions. But I definitely wanted him to teach me, and I wanted to be strong. I wanted to be a strong woman when I got home, strong enough to save the country's problems, to save starving children.

He nodded his head in satisfaction and stopped the car as we reached the road below the village. I couldn't help but smile as he put my sock on my foot, but it was more of an embarrassed smile. I couldn't understand why he was so interested in my feet. He put my shoes on and let me go. We both got out of the car soon after. I took my coat, which Kize had taken off me and thrown in the back seat, put it on and put my bag on my arm.

"Then I'll give you the details for the training." I nodded, were we really going to do this, Kize seemed very serious, even though it was a very over the top and sudden topic. As we started walking towards the village, I realized that I was excited about the training. I didn't know how it was going to work, I had no idea about this thing called training. What did one do to get stronger?

We had been walking for a few minutes without speaking. I had training on my mind, I was thinking about it, but I had no idea what Kize was thinking about. Kize smiled and put his arm around my shoulder and sniffed my hair. "I thought there was nothing that could stop me when I got angry, but this smell softened my nerves immediately." He said and sniffed again. I smiled. "Am I magic or what?" I said, straightening my chin and tossing my hair back.

But when I thought of Grandma, the smile inevitably faded from my face. Would she allow me to train? "By the way, I have to ask my grandmother about the training, if she doesn't allow it, we might not be able to do it." When I said that, he smiled and put his hand on my chin and caressed my cheek.

"I'll convince her, she'll let me." When he said that, he seemed very confident about it. Although it was not easy to convince Grandma, I was glad that Kize's attitude put me at ease. "Besides..." he said and leaned close to my ear. "It would also be good if you stayed with me, we can make time for s*x education." When he continued, I hit him in the stomach with the back of my hand.

"You are so shameless, these people have no morals left." I said, making a squeaking sound. My eyes widened when I felt his hand on my thigh. He looked into my eyes with a flirtatious smile on his face. "There is no morality in war and s*x, ma'am." He leaned down and kissed my neck. Since we were so close to the house, I could see the smoke coming from the chimney of the little hut. I wonder how Grandma would react if she saw me so close to Kize? I was going to tell her every detail of what had happened anyway.

"Kize..." I said absentmindedly. He looked at me and waited for me to speak. "Are you a bad person?" I said, taking a deep breath. I have to ask this question. Grandma would of course investigate and find out why they were talking about Kize like that. But I wanted to hear it from him. Of course I didn't want him to get angry, so I looked at his face to gauge his reaction. If I caught the slightest hint of anger, I would change the subject immediately.

"Depends on who I'm dealing with." When he answered, I frowned involuntarily. What he said could have meant many things. It was not an adequate answer and when Kize realized that I was not satisfied with the answer, he continued. "I'm not a hero, Een, I don't have to be nice all the time, you will get answers the way you approach me." he said, looking straight ahead. "But..." He said and stopped and turned me towards him. "...you don't have to worry about that. I will show you my good side no matter what." He continued. I looked at him silently, confused.

"Why, maybe I'll do something bad to you?" I said and he laughed. His smile was sarcastic and he looked at me as if such a thing was impossible. Was I being underestimated? Although it would have been normal for him to underestimate me, given the balance of power between us. But harm is not just about the body. I could have hurt him mentally by breaking his heart or something else.

"Because your color is clear, you can't do evil to anyone." He said and placed a short kiss on my lips. I looked at his face puzzled, what did that mean? What did he mean by color?

I was confused, but we were home before I had a chance to ask any questions. "I hope you're not going to fight, Mr. Kize." I said, tilting my head to the side. He smiled and took my hand and placed a small kiss on my fingers.

"My nerves are like cotton wool right now, Mrs. Een, don't worry." Then we said our goodbyes and I went into the house and took off my boots while he went into the village. Grandma was sitting by the stove reading a book, she closed it and looked at me over her glasses.

"You're early?" she said, then took off her glasses and rubbed her tired eyes with her fingers. I let out a little scream and jumped up and ran to her as a big smile formed on my face.

"Oh grandma, wait, what happened?" I said excitedly, I hadn't even taken off my coat. I threw my bag on the sofa and rushed to the kitchen to get a cup and sat down on the chair opposite Grandma and poured a cup of tea. Of course I was going to tell her everything that had happened, down to the smallest detail, including what happened in the car. I needed Grandma's opinion, and I also liked sharing things with her.

I told her everything, one by one, with excitement.

When I told Grandma what Beera had said, she frowned. She always frowned, but of course that's not the point. "I need to ask my friends about this." She said thoughtfully. That's exactly what I wanted her to do. I shook my head and said, " Kize got so angry that I thought something was going to happen, Grandma. I was so scared." I said as if complaining. Grandma just shook her head.

"As for the training, it is a great opportunity for Kize to train you." She said and took a sip of her tea and gave me a glare. "You can't take care of yourself, but don't forget that when he sees the marks on your stomach he will know who you are. It's your life on the line, don't let him take your clothes off." When she continued, I knew she was right.

I picked up the cup on the table and looked at my image reflected in the tea. As much as I wanted to get closer to Kize, I couldn't do it. So what should I tell him as an excuse?

Of course I couldn't introduce my racial mark as tattoos, because as I had learned from my grandmother, they were quite different things. And there was a big difference between Kize's tattoo and the one on my body. So he definitely shouldn't have seen it.

"What do you think about Irine?" I said thoughtfully. My reflection rippled when I put a sugar cube in my tea. "Don't just believe everything you hear, I'll ask around and see what we find out. She might be trying to scare you away from Kize." Grandma said and got up from her chair and took her book to her room. Soon she was back. She didn't need her cane, which she never let go of, to walk. This cane was a chest, according to Grandma. When she was young, she had a lot of magic power in her body and she had transferred some of it to this cane. That's how she was able to continue casting spells with her cane even though she was so old. This cane was now a part of her, she could feel with the cane the way she could feel with her hand. Although it was scary, when she was young, she had devised a beautiful plan that would serve her well in her old age.

"Let me see your hand." She said and put on her reading glasses and came over to me. She murmured as she squinted at my hand. She bent my fingers, played with my knuckles and tweaked the flesh. "It's bruised but healed, Kize, it must have done it when he held your hand." She said thoughtfully. I hadn't realized that Kize had cast a spell on me and it surprised me. Although, when I thought about it, the pain in my fingers went away after he held my hand. I felt goosebumps. When Grandma cast a spell, I could see it in the changing energy and the warmth that radiated through my body, but it wasn't until Grandma told me that Kize had healed my hand that I even noticed. So even if he was constantly casting spells on me, I wouldn't even hear it.

I was laughing next to a dangerous man.

"I don't think Kize would hurt me, do you think that's a possibility?" I asked, thinking to myself and not coming to a conclusion. Grandma shook her head from side to side and sat back in her chair with a grunt. "That's what happens when your parents put you in a hole. It's only been two days since you met him, don't trust people like that." Grandma said angrily. "You cannot understand why people do what they do. You only know if they are going to hurt you when you do something they don't want to do." She continued and poured her tea.

I filled my empty glass with tea. I never drank tea in the palace, but since I came here I had been drinking tea nonstop. I think it was because of Grandma. It was fun to sit together and chat over tea. Sharing things with her was quite enjoyable, despite the age difference between us.

We drank our tea in silence for a while and I occasionally answered the questions she asked. The sound and warmth of the stove burning was peaceful. "Get up, change your clothes and take a shower. I'll see what I can find out then." When she said that, I calmly got up, gave her a kiss on the cheek and went into the room. After arranging something to wear, I went into the bathroom.

While waiting for the tub to fill with hot water, I sat on the edge and looked at my bare feet. I didn't know why Kize had kissed my feet, but just thinking about it made a warmth spread through me. My hand went to my leg that Kize had touched. A shiver ran through my whole body and I felt my face flush. My breathing quickened as I thought of Kize's touch. I touched my lip with my fingers and slid my hand up my leg. But I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I quickly removed my hand from my body and looked around. Of course there was no one, I was alone in the bathroom, but the feeling was enough to make me feel ashamed.

I put my forehead on my knees and closed my eyes, still remembering Kize's touch and kiss on my lips. When I realized that my breathing was getting faster, I opened my eyes and lay down on the cold bathroom floor. I felt like someone was watching me, maybe it was embarrassment.

Ah, was my libido too high or was this normal? Because I was dying for Kize to touch me again. After lying on the cold floor for a while, when the bathtub was full, I undressed completely and got into the hot water and waited for my cold body to relax. The bathroom floor had made me freeze. I took a deep breath and leaned my neck against the tub. As I closed my eyes and relaxed, a glowing light appeared behind my eyelids. Startled, I opened my eyes to see a bright yellow light hovering in the air. I opened my mouth to scream as my body twitched and gasped with fear, but I heard his voice. "Don't be afraid, Een, it's me." Kize said, laughing. I took a deep breath and covered my mouth with my hands to stop myself from screaming. "Kize?" I said, surprised. My voice was muffled because my hand was still over my mouth.

"Is it lucky I caught you taking a shower?" When he said that, it didn't take me long to realize he had seen me. I pulled my legs to my stomach and wrapped my arms around my legs. I quickly glanced at the surface of the water. Fortunately there was a lot of foam so he couldn't see my naked body. But maybe he could have seen my n****e. "Kize, that's so rude!" I said, blushing. I frowned and tried to look angry, but I was actually worried. Could he have seen my race mark? But maybe he thought it was just a tattoo because it was foamy.

"I didn't see anything, unfortunately." When he said that, I exhaled deeply in relief. How would he react if he saw my race mark?

"What happened?" I asked, trying my best not to let him know I was nervous, but I guess I wasn't very successful. "I don't have much time, I wrote you the details for the training." As he said that, a white envelope emerged from the yellow light. The envelope moved in the air and fell on the bathroom cabinet. I was stunned as I watched the envelope move on its own. "Can you transport?" I said, dumbfounded. I squinted into the yellow light and tried to see Kize. "Yes, I can come to you if you want. I would be happy to help you bathe." I curled my lip when he said that. In front of my eyes, the scene of Kize coming to me, gathering my wet hair and kissing me on the bare shoulder came to life. I flinched inwardly. "I thought you were in a hurry." I said with a shrug.

"Read the envelope carefully, if you're late you'll get a punishment. I'm leaving now." As he said, the yellow light disappeared. Apparently there was an emergency, because he spoke very fast. I looked around in confusion for a while, but I finished my shower, wrapped a towel around my body and took the envelope from the top of the cupboard. I was smiling as I examined the white envelope.

'Details of the training for Een' was written on it. After drying my hands thoroughly, I opened the envelope and looked at the page inside.

'Every Sunday during the training, the student has to follow the teacher, Mr. Alamadae Kize's instructions to the letter. In case of any irregular behavior, the student, Mr. Een, accepts the punishments that will be given. Attention to working hours and self-compromise when necessary will be the basis of the training.'

Compromise yourself? Exactly what kind of compromise was he talking about and under what circumstances?

'The days and hours of training are as follows;

Every Sunday 03:00-16:00

The training will start the week after Mr. Een receives his certificates.'

My jaw dropped when I saw that the training started at three in the morning. And tomorrow was Sunday!