Chapter 6: Disobedient Children Must Be Punished!

“What… what?!”

Raphael’s face showed a hint of panic.

She had heard of the master-servant contract before, but wasn’t that a forbidden bloodline art of the Demon Race?

Why did the Sword Saint know it? He was human, how could he?

Seeing Raphael’s expression, Laiyinmute naturally knew what she was thinking.

He spoke.

“The origin of this thing, I have to thank your Demon King. When we were cleaning up the spoils back then, I took a liking to it at first glance. Tsk, tsk, tsk, I never thought I’d get to use it so soon.”

He rested his head on the shoulder of the young girl in his arms, nuzzling against her, causing her delicate body to tremble slightly.

She stammered.

“Don’t… don’t be like this… Mr. Sword Saint.”

Hearing Raphael say that, he felt a bit displeased.

He leaned in close to her ear, breathed a warm sigh, and said.

“I really don’t like that title. As my exclusive maid, what should you be calling me~?”

Raphael naturally knew what Laiyinmute wanted her to call him.

Though very reluctant, she had to bow her head.

She could only timidly say.

“I… I understand… Master.”

Her voice grew softer toward the end, especially those last two words, which were as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.

“What did you say? I didn’t quite catch it.”

It wasn’t that Laiyinmute was deliberately trying to make her say it again to hear it; from now on, this would be the exclusive title for the cute demon girl Raphael, and he could hear it anytime he wanted.

Just now, her voice really was too soft.

Raphael was slightly stunned, as if resigned to her fate, and closed her eyes, raising her voice a little.

“I understand, you perverted Sword Saint Master!”

Suddenly sensing something was wrong, she quickly covered her mouth with both hands.

She had accidentally blurted out her true feelings.

Feeling the person behind her stiffen slightly, a hand grabbed her cheek and forced her head back, compelling her to meet Laiyinmute’s gaze.

What entered her sight was the perverted Sword Saint’s gentle smile.

“What did you just call me, little maid Raphael~? I didn’t hear you clearly. Could you say it again?”

Raphael’s expression turned flustered as she was about to explain, but suddenly she felt a dizzying whirl.

When she recovered, she found herself completely lying face down across Laiyinmute’s lap.

A hand was placed on her buttocks.

Laiyinmute whispered like a demon, and for a moment, it was hard to tell which of them was the demon.

“Disobedient children need to be punished.”

Slap!

A crisp slap echoed from the room.

“Ugh!”

The fiery pain on her bottom made her scream.

Laiyinmute had used about twenty percent of his strength just now.

Tears streamed from the corners of Raphael’s eyes, and she whimpered.

“Waaah… I… I’m sorry… Master… waaah… Raphael… knows she was wrong… please don’t… waaah…”

Laiyinmute didn’t soften.

After all, this little maid’s insubordination just now had annoyed him.

Then another slap came down, and Raphael’s pleas grew louder.

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

“Waaah… waaah… please, stop hitting me, Master… Raphael… Raphael really knows she was wrong.”

After a few more slaps on Raphael’s bottom, he set her down on the sofa, cheerfully watching her wipe her tears with her little hands.

Who wouldn’t like the sight of a girl crying after being bullied?

Especially such a cute girl.

Laiyinmute crossed his arms and commanded Raphael.

“Rest on the sofa for a while. From today onward, you are my exclusive maid, the Sword Saint Laiyinmute’s maid. I’m going out to buy some things. After you’ve rested, go prepare dinner for me.”

Then he stopped looking at Raphael, who was sobbing on the sofa, pushed open the door, and walked out.

After Raphael saw Laiyinmute leave, she covered her still-burning bottom and cursed through sobs.

“Waaah… that pervert… that disgusting creep… waaah… he hit me so hard… waaah…”

Cursing to herself, she had already started planning when to run away.

If she stayed here any longer, her bottom would be beaten into eight pieces by that sadistic, perverted Sword Saint.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open again, and the Sword Saint returned, saying only one thing.

It seemed he had guessed what Raphael was thinking.

“Don’t think about running. Once the master-servant mark is planted, even if you die, I’ll know where you are. No matter where you run, I can catch you.”

Leaving these words, he left again.

Seeing that Laiyinmute was truly gone this time, Raphael breathed a sigh of relief.

At least he hadn’t heard what she said.

Otherwise, her bottom would probably get a few more slaps.

As she tried to ignore the pain in her bottom, the fiery sting constantly reminded her of its existence.

“Sigh… when will this day ever end? I can’t run away, and if I don’t run, I’ll just have to endure that perverted Sword Saint’s bullying.”

The young girl felt her future was pitch black.

After lying on the sofa for about half an hour, the pain in her bottom subsided a little.

At least it didn’t affect her walking normally now.

She hadn’t forgotten that Laiyinmute had told her to prepare dinner once she had recovered.

She got up from the sofa, walked to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator.

Laiyinmute had already told her the name and purpose of this thing.

She couldn’t help but marvel that the standard of living and technology for humans was leagues ahead of the Demon Race.

She ran through the dishes she knew in her mind and made a decision in no time.

Braised Milanese vegetables, tomato-braised Apa beef, and a stir-fry of green spinach.

Then with some rice, that should be enough.

Three dishes and a soup should be plenty for Laiyinmute.

But she wasn’t sure; if she overdid it or underdid it, her bottom might get a few more slaps.

Raphael couldn’t help but sigh. Whatever, let it be.

It would just be a few slaps on the bottom.

She could endure it.

After all, she had been cut into a human hulk every single day by the Demon King Puromian before.

That torture had become somewhat familiar.

But she didn’t know why today, just because her bottom had been hit, she was in agony.

In the end, she could only attribute it to her current body.

Before, no matter how shredded or scattered she was by Puromian, under her tenacious vitality, she would always recover to her original state.

But this time, somehow, she had returned to a young girl’s form and inexplicably ended up in the Sword Saint’s place.

Shaking her head, Raphael decided to stop thinking about it. She hated things that made no sense the most.

She focused on handling the ingredients in her hands.

About an hour or so later, Raphael looked at the three dishes and one soup, along with a bowl of rice, neatly arranged on the dining table in front of her.

She nodded in satisfaction.

She was quite confident in her cooking skills.

Though it couldn’t compare to takeout, it was definitely good enough for home cooking.

She pulled out a chair opposite the table and was about to sit down.

The moment she touched the cold, hard wooden chair, the pain in her bottom flared up.

“Ugh… that hurts…”

She immediately jumped up, stood by the table, and looked at the food she had made.

Her stomach rumbled.

That half a sandwich from before had already been digested.

But she didn’t dare eat any of this food.

Who knew if that pervert Sword Saint Laiyinmute would hit her again just because she sneaked a couple of bites?

So she could only stand by and wait for Laiyinmute to return, unconsciously swallowing her saliva.

In her fragile, childish heart, now over a hundred years old, the Sword Saint’s level of perversion was only one step below the Demon King’s.