"You... you actually dared!" Theresa trembled with rage, sweating all over despite the freezing weather. Could society still be saved?
She was a dignified S-rank Valkyrie of Schicksal, the Headmaster admired by countless people, yet today she had been pinned down and spanked by this fourteen-year-old brat!
Theresa desperately wished all of this was fake, but the pain coming from her backside reminded her again and again that it was real.
"You brought this on yourself. Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're my superior." Ishiu snorted. He held the little wooden stick Theresa had used to hit him earlier, and now it landed on Theresa's backside again and again. What went around came around.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The crisp sounds echoed through the small space. Ishiu had not used much force either, but girls' skin was naturally delicate. Even though he had barely put any strength into it, Theresa still twitched all over from the pain.
"Bastard! Bastard, bastard!" Theresa's face turned red. Although Ishiu had pressed her head into the sofa, she could still control Judas. Just as she was about to bind him again, Ishiu gave her no such chance this time.
Ishiu merely tickled Theresa lightly at the waist, and this oversized kitten seemed to lose all her strength, her whole body going limp as she collapsed onto the sofa.
Theresa had a secret: her waist was extremely sensitive. As long as someone touched it, she would lose most of her strength. Cecilia had once been the only one who knew this secret, but unexpectedly, Ishiu had stumbled upon it by accident.
"Oh? So this is your weakness." Ishiu had not expected tickling to work so well. He raised an eyebrow, casually tossed aside the wooden stick, and placed his hand on her