SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

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Under the terrified watch of countless Alliance powerhouses, spine-chilling energy fluctuations kept erupting from that battlefield surrounded by blood butterflies. Powerful shockwaves spread in wave after wave, making even soldiers in star sectors near Heaven shudder instinctively.

As for the mobile units and magical creatures trying to get closer to provide support, they exploded and shattered the moment those fluctuations hit them.

Though they didn't know what exactly was happening inside the bloody butterfly swarm, the battle between their Saint and the Abyssal Lord had clearly reached fever pitch.

Such terrifying fluctuations meant two extremely powerful forces were clashing intensely.

Either way, victory would be decided after this wave of conflict.

Many experienced Alliance veterans thought this while fending off the tsunami-like demon hordes around them, their hearts racing.

At the same time, everyone couldn't help but pray to the supreme Creator for their Guiding Saint to achieve final victory.

After all, if even their Guiding Saint couldn't stop the Abyssal Lord, this demonic disaster would cause unimaginable consequences.

Of course, these Alliance soldiers had no idea that the Saint they'd pinned their hopes on had already been defeated and captured.

Right now was simply the victory cutscene playing out.

...

Inside the butterfly-surrounded temple, the once-lofty Guiding Saint had lost her former sacred aura and flawless beauty.

Maya's face was severely contorted from agony. Her eyes had rolled back in pain, losing their usual clarity and radiance, leaving only torment raging within them. Drool even dribbled uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth, a detail that highlighted how her suffering had surpassed a living being's limits.

Clearly, what Maya had endured wasn't ordinary pain, but bone-deep, soul-deep agony that left her entire body in uncontrollable spasms.

Her silver hair fell in disarray over her fragile shoulders, trembling like silent sorrow. Her formerly crystal-clear eyes were now blurred with pain, tears continuously flowing from those golden orbs and sliding down her pale cheeks like broken pearls.

Every heartbeat felt like needles coursing through her veins, twisting her face to extremes and revealing indescribable suffering.

Each tear reflected her helplessness and despair. Her cracked lips trembled, whimpers low and hoarse, gone was that heavenly clarity from before.

Every breath came with violent pain, making it nearly impossible to control her body. She rolled on the ground, trying to find some position that might ease the agony. But no matter how she struggled, that bone-deep pain seemed to mock her powerlessness.

Without doubt, the pain from Yumo's full-force spanking was unbearable even for a legendary Lv9 like Maya.

After dozens of brutal hits, the heart-wrenching agony left her unable to maintain any elegance or dignity, only instinctive reactions and helpless struggling remained. Her cries had become broken whimpers, each moan filled with despair and powerlessness. In this moment, the once-noble Saint was left with only the fragile image of someone completely conquered by pain, her suffering showing life's true state under extreme conditions, evoking pity.

If not for her robust constitution, Maya felt she might have been literally spanked to death by Yumo.

Dying from a spanking? Her lifetime reputation would be destroyed...

Well, it probably already was anyway...

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Waaaah...

"Y... you actually... were this... ruthless..."

Maya shakily raised her head to look ahead. Her beautiful golden eyes had lost their light, all traces of former pride and holiness gone.

Meanwhile, in front of Maya, Yumo pressed a hand to her chest, face flushed as she panted continuously and trembling nonstop.

Of course, Yumo's panting wasn't from exhaustion, but excitement.

I really... succeeded? Really spanked her ass to pieces?! My God, I did it!

Staring at Maya sprawled on the ground, convulsing and thoroughly wrecked, Yumo's mouth curved up to an almost comical degree.

Obviously, realizing the plan had succeeded, Yumo was absolutely ecstatic. Just thinking about how she'd given that high-and-mighty Guiding Saint who acted superior all day long a thorough ass-beating filled Yumo with unprecedented satisfaction and the sweet taste of revenge!

At the same time, an incredibly intense feeling of fulfillment spread rapidly through Yumo's heart.

Who knew that giving someone a no-holds-barred, completely satisfying spanking could be this enjoyable?

"That was seriously amazing~"

Yumo exclaimed excitedly. As expected, beating people up was way more pleasant than getting beaten up. She really didn't understand that dummy Momo's thinking, how could she actually like getting hit?

Well, whatever~

Maybe I should give a few more smacks!

...

Of course, Yumo wasn't the only one feeling delighted. The feather duster in her hand kept glowing with excited red light. Without doubt, thoroughly spanking the Saint's ass had left little Yue feeling completely satisfied too.

The urge to spank people that had built up in her heart for so long had been perfectly vented today.

Taking a deep breath to calm her excited heart, Yumo slowly tucked Yue back into her internal space and lifted her skirt, carefully crouching in front of Maya.

Showing a kind and friendly smile, Yumo asked warmly:

"How are you feeling, Mother in law~"

While asking, Yumo slowly raised her hand, grabbed Maya's chin, and gently lifted her head.

Whether from the severe pain or the Judgment Temple's suppression preventing her from using her Saint powers, the golden symbols in Maya's eyes had faded, replaced by bloodshot tears.

Even so, Maya who'd barely regained her senses suddenly gritted her teeth, showing unwilling and defiant eyes.

"Little Yumo, you... you bastard..."

Hearing the stubbornness in Maya's tone, Yumo raised her eyebrow with amusement.

"Oh my, worthy of being the Guiding Saint, you still won't submit even after that? Still want to resist?"

"How... how could I just give up like this..."

"Oh? Does that mean you want to experience that friendly feather duster again~?"

With that, Yumo's hand began glowing with crimson light, the feather duster's handle once again gripped tightly by the girl.

"(๑﹏๑//)"

"No, don't!"

The moment Maya saw this, she showed a panicked expression like she'd seen a demon, all resistance vanishing from her eyes, replaced by deep fear.

The silver-haired beauty quickly raised her hands to cover her eyes, as if she didn't even dare look at that terrifying weapon of destruction.

"I was wrong, okay?! Put... put that thing away please! Don't come near me!"

In an instant, the once-imposing Guiding Saint had become a cowering little girl.

Seeing this, Yumo nodded with satisfaction.

"So from now on, you will cooperate with me properly, right?"

"Yes, yes!"

Under the feather duster's intimidation, Maya nodded frantically.

"So the you agree?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Well, let me remind you, if you go back on your word, the consequences will be severe~~ And it won't just be your ass blooming again~~"

With that, Yumo meaningfully waved her phone in front of Maya, then slowly leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Hey, mother in law, I'm sure you wouldn't want anyone else to see that heart-wrenching crying and screaming scene from just now~"

"…."