Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 340 - 341: Punishment [3/5]

"Oww, it hurts, it really hurts..."

At this moment,

A silver-haired girl, nearly naked except for a pair of silk stockings, was weakly sprawled on a sofa, clutching a piece of black cloth in her hand, sobbing continuously.

Mengxi’s eyes were already red-rimmed, filled with tears, and her lips murmuring, she looked really wronged.

Bright tears rolled in her eyes. Obviously, Mengxi was trying to suppress her urge to cry. But as the burning pain from her bottom continued to come, the silver-haired girl’s endurance finally reached its limit.

Then, large, round, sparkling tears continuously fell down the girl’s face, soaking the fluffy sofa once again.

Mengxi cried. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was very penetrating and filled with a soul-stirring charm.

Coupled with her inherently stunning beauty, it would evoke sympathy from anyone who saw this scene.

"Sister Yumo, I really can’t bear it anymore, please don’t hit me..."

Toward the end,

the silver-haired girl was even crying weakly, she had to whisper a plea to the black-haired girl next to her,

"..."

Seeing such a miserable girl, Yumo couldn’t help but feel heartbroken. Her crimson eyes were trembling continuously, and she stood there dumbfounded.

’Mengxi…’

The seriousness on Yumo’s face gradually faded, replaced by a sense of pity.

In fact,

When Yumo was in Winter Forest, she frequently used the duster to discipline her mischievous children who wouldn’t behave. And every time she spanks their butt and cooled off, a strong sense of pity would well up in her heart.

Educating children is an inevitable action, but after the punishment, Yumo inevitably feels a pang of heartache. Therefore, every time after using the duster, Yumo would spend a lot of time soothing the crying children.

This time, Yumo had initially planned the same.

For Mengxi, this naughty girl who had been tricking her for a long time, constantly taking advantage of her, and even making such bold and suggestive moves, Yumo planned to spank her twice, so she wouldn’t dare to do it again!

’Anyway, the girl herself had agreed.’

However,

After the duster swung down, Mengxi immediately cried out in this pitiful and exhausted state, which Yumo had not anticipated. And seeing Mengxi in such a pitiful state, the earlier displeasure in Yumo’s heart instantly disappeared,

What remained were feelings of heartache and surprise.

’Why...why did it turn out like this? ’

’I was controlling my strength, wasn’t I?’

Yumo muttered to herself in confusion,

When it comes to spanking, Yumo is undoubtedly an expert. Those children in the Winter Forest, whether they were terrifying demon-kings that were feared by the world or the orphans that Yumo had taken in, can be said to have been spanked by Yumo many times.

When these children are disobedient and refuse to change their ways, Yumo educates them by spanking their bottoms. On one hand, spanking brings a certain sense of shame to the children, warning them not to repeat their mistakes next time, and on the other hand, because the buttocks are fleshy and can withstand blows.

The children who were disciplined spanned a wide range of abilities, from the pinnacle of the eighth level to those who had yet to begin their training.

However, when Yumo administered the punishment, she exhibited a perfect control of strength, not too hard, not too weak, but just enough to teach a lesson without causing any permanent harm.

Given Mengxi’s intermediate sixth level, Yumo tailored her force accordingly. She expected a few swats would suffice to elicit cries from the mischievous girl. Yet, to her surprise, only one stroke of the feather duster had Mengxi wailing.

Having been deceived by Mengxi for so long, Yumo couldn’t help but wonder if the girl was faking this reaction to evade further punishment.

But after some thought, Yumo dismissed this idea. While Mengxi might have been able to counterfeit her expression, the convulsions of her body, the crumbling of her holy aura, and her overall condition unmistakably mirrored her suffering.

The girl was not faking it; she was in real pain.

’But…Why is she crying this much?’

Yumo wondered. Was she especially afraid of pain? Had Yumo failed to moderate her strength due to her anger? Or was it something about the feather duster?

In her Confused state, Yumo stared at the legendary weapon in her hand that was emitting a faint yet menacing crimson glow.

She had wielded this feather duster against her misbehaving children before, but never against an a person possessing a divine aura, much less a chosen one.

’Could it be because of this?’

Yumo pondered, narrowing her eyes as she studied the feather duster.

She then slowly turned her gaze toward the tearful beautiful girl.

"Sis? Sister Yumo? I really can’t bear it anymore!"

Upon seeing Yumo facing her, still clutching that intimidating weapon, Anew Fear crept in her heart, causing her to curl up her pale purple eyes wide with terror.

Witnessing this, Yumo was filled with remorse. Her crimson eyes immediately softened, now a mix of tenderness and guilt.

She hastily tried to console the startled ’Girl of Destiny’:

"I’m...I’m sorry, I won’t hit you anymore, I won’t..."

However, Mengxi continued to cry, her gaze locked fearfully onto the feather duster.

Catching on to this, Yumo swiftly snapped her fingers and a burst of crimson shadow power and a swarm of bloody butterflies later, the legendary weapon in Yumo’s hand vanished in a red flash.

With the feather duster gone, a peaceful atmosphere once again permeated the tent.

As for Mengxi, relief washed over her as if a massive burden had been lifted when she saw the dreaded feather duster disappear. With the oppressive aura of the feather duster no more, Mengxi’s body lost its rigidity. She laid herself down, no longer curled up, completely at ease.

Nevertheless, the disappearance of the feather duster didn’t wipe away the blood stains on Mengxi’s buttocks. The bone-deep pain lingered, rapidly spreading throughout her body, keeping Mengxi in a state of distress, her brows knitted together in a pitiable sight.

"Does it... still hurt?"

Yumo asked, her voice a blend of conflicting emotions, as she beheld the cruel wound on Mengxi’s buttocks,

"No, it doesn’t hurt anymore..."Mengxi spoke weakly,

At this moment, Mengxi is filled with a sense of desolation from head to toe. Her long eyelashes are full of teardrops, as beautiful as a water lily.

However, seemingly because she doesn’t want to appear weak in front of Yumo, those tears linger on her pale skin, reluctant to fall. But with another wave of searing pain shooting up her rear, the young girl begins to choke uncontrollably, large tears rolling from her eyes.

" it hurts...it hurts so much... Sister Yumo, it really hurts..."

Unable to contain her emotions anymore, she clings to a pillow and starts to cry pitifully, causing Yumo to lower her head in guilt.

"I’m sorry... it’s my... it’s my fault for not holding back enough..."

As she apologizes, a force of shadow power flickers in Yumo’s palm. But this time, what emerges from Yumo’s inner space isn’t a dangerous weapon, but a healing medicine known among the elves as the ’Tears of Nature’.

Holding the expensive medicine bottle, Yumo gently brushes away a strand of Mengxi’s hair damp with sweat, letting her stunning but desolate beauty reveal itself fully.

"Let me put some medicine on you... it’ll hurt less that way."

"Mmm..."

After wiping away her tears, she obediently nods her head.

After an unspeakable process, Yumo patiently cleans the dirty blood and some strange fluids from Mengxi’s wound. Then, the dark-haired girl applies the ’Tears of Nature’ from the bottle onto her own palm, gently wiping it over Mengxi’s wound.

Looking at the festering gash on Mengxi’s tender buttocks, Yumo flinches inwardly.

’I hope... there won’t be any scars...’

As a cool sensation seeps into the wound, Mengxi’s pain significantly lessens. The beautiful girl lying on Yumo’s thighs gradually stops twitching, and her tears stop flowing.

She seems to have regained her usual poised demeanor of a holy maiden, of course, if one overlooks her slightly swollen eyes from crying.

"Are you feeling a bit better now?"

"Mmm..."

The silver-haired girl gave a slight nod, then with a touch of resentment in her eyes, she stared at the remorseful Yumo.

"My body is feeling somewhat better... but my mind, it’s distressed..."

"Huh? Why... is it because I spanked you too hard? I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to give you a light tap... I didn’t want it to turn out this way..."

Before Yumo could finish, Mengxi cut her off shaking her head.

"No... it’s not because of that..."

"Huh? Then, what is it about?"

"It’s because... it’s not fair..."

"Not fair?"

"Yes. I lied and got a little touchy, and you spanked me... But you’ve lied to me too, Yumo! And back in Winter Forest, you didn’t hesitate to take advantage of me..."

"But, that time... I was forced to..."

"I don’t care!"

The wronged Mengxi feeling quite aggrieved, spoke out in a willful tone:

"After all, when you bathed me, used me as a dress-up doll, you didn’t hold back either! I was the only one who got punished while you got off scot-free. That’s totally unfair! So... So, Sister Yumo, you need to be punished too!"

"Ehhh?"

Taken aback by these words, Yumo hesitated for a moment, but under the control of guilt, she stuttered:

"So, how do you want to punish me?"