Mom didn't try hard, so the mistress didn't hurt!

"Uncle! Don't say another word!"

Although Tang San's voice trembled from the excruciating pain, his tone was exceptionally resolute.

He forcibly twisted his head around, squeezing out a smile uglier than tears on his pale, cold-sweat-covered face.

"Mom didn't use much strength, Little San... It doesn't hurt!"

The moment those words came out, time seemed to freeze.

Tang Xiao's eyes widened. His outstretched hand stiffened in midair, and he stood there as though struck by lightning, completely petrified.

Inside the restaurant, the smiles of the Spirit Hall members, who had been gloating just moments ago, instantly froze as well.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He stared in disbelief at the young man with his rear stuck high in the air, his mouth forming an "O."

Subduing Demon Douluo and Thousand Might Douluo exchanged a glance, each seeing the same horrified look in the other's eyes.

Wait... did this brat actually have some kind of special fetish?

If it didn't hurt, why was his face as white as if someone had painted it with lime?

If it didn't hurt, what was with the bead-sized drops of cold sweat on his forehead?

If it didn't hurt, why were his legs shaking like sieves?!

On the other side, the girls from Skywater Academy were blushing furiously. One after another, they turned their heads away, not daring to look at that eye-searing scene again.

Shui Yue'er's little face was as red as a ripe apple. She secretly tugged at the sleeve of Shui Xinrou, the academy head, whose expression was equally strange, and muttered in a breathy whisper.

"Head... Headmistress, he... he looks like he's enjoying it..."

Shui Xinrou's lips twitched wildly, but she could not utter a single word.

Enjoying it?

This was more than enjoyment! This was