Journey to Godhood Begins in Frieren

A crisp, pleasant smack echoed through that space, jolting even Frieren, who had been daydreaming, to look over.

As it happened, she locked eyes with Serie, who was pinned at Shichen's waist like a child, facing her.

Those golden eyes widened, and the proud little face froze, looking utterly incredulous.

Frieren did not feel any particular schadenfreude; rather, she was a bit worried—worried whether she might suffer the same treatment.

Knowing Shichen as she did, that possibility felt all too real.

Why did her butt suddenly start hurting, just from thinking about it?

"You...what did you just do?" Serie, who had not noticed Frieren at all, stayed rigid-faced, staring blankly as she asked.

"Huh? Didn't you feel it?" Shichen responded, somewhat surprised by her question.

He had not held back. If it were an actual child, by now they would be bawling. Even a normal girl would likely be crying.

"You…you actually spanked my butt?" Serie asked, as though unable to believe it.

She certainly felt it—right half of her backside was stinging like fire. This was something she had never experienced, never even considered she might experience.

"Hehe~ So what else did you think I was going to do?" Shichen looked at his own hand and chuckled.

Frankly, while Serie was petite, she was still round in that place. The smack just now had quite the bounce—very firm.

"You— Why are you hitting my butt? I thought you liked me? Could it be you have some weird fetish? Let me go!" Serie began squirming in protest.

But she was too small, effectively pinned against his waist, unable to break free, and her magic was useless against him. All she could do was thrash around.

"Don't move!" Shichen again smacked her backside.

Same spot as before, though he used a bit less strength. Yet the pain on top of pain was even worse.

Never having felt pain like this, Serie froze.

"Why…why are you doing this?" Serie ground out through clenched teeth.

"Huh? Didn't I say? I'm just educating you."

"Educating… me? For what reason?"

"Because you don't know how to be kinder to those younger than you."

"What?" Serie didn't get it at all.

"Grandmaster, you must have lived a very long time?"

"What does that matter?"

"Then you should know that with younger folks, you ought to be gentler, right?"

"Why should I treat those younger than me kindly? The whole world is younger than me. Am I supposed to take care of everyone? What do they have to do with me?"

"They may have nothing to do with you, but we do, right?"

"You mean to say…?"

"It's simple: stop acting with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Don't you ever just be honest with your feelings and treat your students well?"

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"Oh? Still want to act tough?" said Shichen, raising his hand again and delivering a solid smack to that same spot.

"Mm…!" Serie hissed, entire body rigid from the pain.

"You keep this up, and I'll do this all day, you know." Shichen threatened, raising his hand once more.

"Urgh… Fine, fine, I get it!"

"What do you get?"

"I'll be good to Flamme. I'll treat you all better and act more kindly, like how you are to Frieren—there, satisfied?"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Good." Shichen nodded, bringing his hand down.

Smack!

Another loud smack landed. Serie sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide. "Why… why are you still hitting me?!"

"Isn't it only fair? I gave the other side the same amount of hits." Shichen withdrew his hand at last.

Serie clenched both fists but ultimately swallowed her indignation. She was utterly helpless in this situation and didn't want to risk worse.

"Now can you put me down?"

"Sure."

Shichen gently lowered Serie.

Feet back on solid ground, she still felt that fiery pain in her backside—her thighs trembling as she stood.

She tried her best to keep a straight face and not let him see her discomfort.

"You think you can walk back like that?" Shichen asked, barely containing a grin.

"Mind your own business!"

"Remember what you just said?" he reminded with a smirk.

"Hmph. I'll walk by myself."

"Alright."

Shichen flashed a mischievous look, then turned away, heading toward Frieren.

Frieren watched him warily as he approached.

"Hey, what's with you?" Shichen asked, noticing her guarded expression.

"You won't… do that to me too, right?" asked Frieren, hands covering her rear, clearly spooked.

"Haha~" Shichen laughed and shook his head. "You afraid of getting spanked?"

Frieren grimaced. "I've never been spanked, but I bet it'd hurt a lot if you did it."

"Want to give it a try?"

"N-never mind." Frieren quickly backed away.

Shichen's mouth twitched in amusement. He reached out and flicked her forehead. "What are you so scared of?"

"Ugh… I'm worried you might have developed some odd… interest," muttered Frieren while rubbing her forehead.

"What odd interest? Where'd you get that idea?"

"It's just how you're always messing with my hair, patting my head… If you suddenly got into spanking, then what?"

"That all depends on your behavior."

"Eh?! No way!"

"Anyway," Shichen said, glancing back at Serie tottering in pain, "We should probably head back."

Serie walked stiffly, legs kept straight. It must have hurt. Shichen was curious how red it must have gotten, but from his angle he couldn't see clearly.

"Stop staring!" Serie growled resentfully.

"Watch your tone," Shichen said, feigning seriousness.

Frieren tensed, feeling spooked on Serie's behalf.

"Shichen, maybe you should just leave sooner," Frieren suddenly piped up.

"Huh?" Shichen froze for a moment. "You… want me gone already?"

Worried he'd been rejected…

Frieren offered a flat explanation. "I'm worried you might end up spanking me someday..."

"Say one more word, and I'll do it right now!" Shichen threatened.

"Ah, no!"

"Then stay quiet!"

"Or… or maybe I could just let you, um, feel it once? Then you wouldn't spank me, right?" Frieren asked hesitantly.

"What do you mean 'feel it'?"

"…my butt."

Shichen halted abruptly. "What—?"

Frieren asked softly, "So how about it? That way you won't need to spank me…"

"No!" Shichen refused outright.

"Why not?"

"If I wanted to grab your butt, I'd just do it. As long as you behave, I won't spank you."

"Really? You're not lying?"

"Scout's honor. Now let's go."

"All right, I guess I'll believe you then."

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