Wanting to Take on a Disciple

Bibi Dong wore a smile, but the fingers pinching Deng Tianxin's mouth tightened slightly. "You little brat, do you really think your big sister wouldn't beat you?"

Deng Tianxin shook his head frantically.

He finally understood: this woman might look gentle and beautiful, but in reality, she was incredibly petty.

He had called her "auntie" twice, and she had held a grudge ever since.

He had called her a pedophile, and she had chased him relentlessly for it.

If he kept talking, there was no guarantee she wouldn't actually pull his pants down and spank him.

A wise man knows when to retreat; he had to play nice first!

"Mmph, mmph, mmph!" Deng Tianxin pointed desperately at his pinched mouth, signaling for Bibi Dong to let go, his eyes screaming the words I surrender.

Bibi Dong squinted at him for a moment before finally releasing her grip.

Deng Tianxin took a few deep breaths, then looked up at Bibi Dong with the most obedient and harmless expression he could muster. "Big sister, I was wrong."

"Wrong about what?"

"I shouldn't have called you auntie."

"And what else?"

"I shouldn't have said you were a pedophile."

"And what else?"

"I shouldn't have called you a pervert."

"And what else?"

"I shouldn't have told the truth."

"..."

The air suddenly went still.

The moment Deng Tianxin finished that sentence, his entire body stiffened. He had been frantically calculating in his head how to farm fragments and how to deal with this future Pope, and in his distraction, he had blurted out his true thoughts.

It's over.

That was the first thought in Deng Tianxin's mind.

It's all over.

That was the second.

He looked up stiffly to see that the smile on Bibi Dong's face had vanished completely, replaced by a calm that made his hair stand on end.

Yes, calm.

Not anger, not ferocity, but the suffocating stillness that precedes a storm.

"The... truth, is it?" Bibi Dong repeated the words, enunciating each one as if they were being spat out from a ten-thousand-year-old ice cavern.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Deng Tianxin shook his head like a rattle, his short arms waving frantically in front of him. "Big, big sister, listen to me, that's not what I meant—"

"Then what did you mean?" Bibi Dong leaned down with a sweet smile, bringing her face so close to Deng Tianxin's that their noses were almost touching. "Are you saying that your apology just now was a lie? That in your heart, you still think I'm a perverted auntie?"

Cold sweat broke out on Deng Tianxin instantly.

Although she was absolutely right—he did still think that—he couldn't admit it even if it killed him!

"How could that be!" Deng Tianxin forced a smile that looked worse than crying. "Big sister, you're so young and beautiful, how could you possibly be an auntie? It was just a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue!"

"Oh?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow. "Then what did you mean by 'I shouldn't have told the truth'?"

"Th-that..." Deng Tianxin's eyes darted around wildly until a flash of inspiration struck. "I meant that I shouldn't have pointed out how beautiful you are! Yes, that's it! Things like that should be kept in my heart; saying them out loud just makes me seem too shallow!"

Bibi Dong stared at his small, flushed face for several seconds.

This little brat was surprisingly good at lying through his teeth.

However...

She suddenly reached out, grabbed the back of Deng Tianxin's collar, and hoisted him into the air.

"Hey, hey, hey—big sister, what are you doing!" Deng Tianxin kicked his legs in the air like a small turtle pulled from the water.

"What am I doing?" Bibi Dong wore a "kind" smile as she dangled him in the air. "Didn't you say I was a pervert? Then I'll show you what a pervert looks like."

"I didn't say you were a pervert! No, wait, that was before! I've already deeply realized my mistakes!" Deng Tianxin pleaded desperately.

"Too late."

Bibi Dong scanned the surroundings and spotted a flat, large rock by the roadside at just the right height. She carried Deng Tianxin over and sat down on it.

Then, to Deng Tianxin's horror, she flipped him over and laid him across her lap.

This position...

Deng Tianxin's pupils dilated.

He was all too familiar with this position!

In his past life, whenever he was being a troublemaker as a child, his mother would pin him across her lap just like this, and then...

"Smack!"

A crisp sound echoed along the path.

Deng Tianxin's expression froze.

She... she actually hit him?

"Smack!"

Another strike followed.

"That's for calling me Auntie!"

"Smack!"

"That's for calling me a pedophile!"

"Smack!"

"That's for calling me a pervert!"

"Smack!"

"That's for saying it was the truth!"

Bibi Dong scolded him with every strike, her strength controlled to perfection.

It wouldn't truly injure Deng Tianxin, but it was enough to leave his backside burning with a fiery sensation.

Deng Tianxin lay across Bibi Dong's lap, his entire being plunged into a state of utter shame and indignation.

Humiliation!

An absolute, unforgivable humiliation!

He was a transmigrator! A transmigrator with a cheat code! Innate soul power at level twenty! Awakened the God of Love Martial Soul! A man destined to become a God King in the future!

Yet, here he was, being held down and spanked by an eighteen-year-old girl!

If this got out, where would he, Deng Tianxin, put his face? Once he became a god, how would the other gods look at him?

"Yo, isn't this the God of Love? I heard you got your bottom spanked by Bibi Dong when you were six?"

"That's not even the half of it! They say she even pulled his pants down to do it!"

No! Absolutely not!

This matter had to be buried in his stomach; no one could ever know!

In the future, he would definitely teach this woman a harsh lesson, making her realize that what goes around comes around.

After finishing, Bibi Dong set Deng Tianxin back on the ground.

Deng Tianxin rubbed his backside while glaring at Bibi Dong, silently cursing in his heart that she would never find a man in the future.

Bibi Dong crossed her arms and looked at Deng Tianxin. Seeing his defiant expression, she laughed and said, "You brat, I want to take you as my disciple. Are you willing?"

After giving Deng Tianxin a beating, Bibi Dong felt refreshed; she had never felt this good before.

Deng Tianxin rolled his eyes at her and said, "No. Who do you think you are? Do you think you're that love-struck fool Bibi Dong?"

"..."

The air turned silent once again.

The smile on Bibi Dong's face froze.

"What did you just say?" Bibi Dong's voice was very soft, so soft it was almost inaudible.

Deng Tianxin had yet to realize what a massive hornet's nest he had poked. He continued to rub his backside, muttering with a face full of defiance, "I said no. Who do you think you are..."

"Not that part," Bibi Dong interrupted, her gaze locked tightly onto Deng Tianxin's face. "The part after that. What did you call me?"