Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 250, Section 25: "Miss Mami will never bow her head and beg for mercy."

Masumi frowned, her brows furrowing with authority, looking as if she were about to punish a disobedient child.

It looks like they're serious.

Mami's heart raced, and her entire body stiffened like a brick. For some reason, it felt as if an invisible force was binding her.

She remained in a brick-like position, unable to even lift a finger, and could only continue to stare at Masumi with her beautiful eyes, trying her best to make a fierce expression, stammering a threat:
"Masaki-kun... don't forget, I still have something on you... what if I tell Mio-san and Chia-ai..."

These words only earned Masumi a sharp glance in return.

It would have been better if she hadn't said anything, because Masumi, who had only intended to scare Mami, was now inexplicably angered.

Driven by frustration, he slapped his buttocks from top to bottom, making them tremble with a crisp sound.

"Eeeeeee!"

Mami clenched her teeth, and a mournful cry escaped from between them.

"Hmm." Masumi was startled when she felt the palm of her hand sink in and then immediately bounce back. Her stunned expression quickly returned to its usual calm.

"sorry, I……"

Before she could finish speaking, Mami cried out, her eyes brimming with tears:
"The tyrant Masumi-kun is physically punishing his female subordinate!"

"Idiot, don't shout so loudly."

After calmly making a sarcastic remark, Masumi casually did it again.

"babble--"

The shorts were made of pure cotton fabric, a thin layer, so a slap like that was no different from being completely unprepared.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with grievance and resistance: Why did Masumi-kun hit me? I didn't do anything wrong!
"I told you, we should teach the wicked female lead a lesson."

"How aloof you are, Masumi-kun!"

As if hurt by his attitude, Mami was overwhelmed with grievance. She lay on the floor in a huff, her eyes red like a rabbit's, tears streaming down her face.

However, after waiting for a long time without being hit, she was both angry and ashamed, her face burning red. She didn't know where she got the courage, but she actually urged him directly:
"I'm ready, just start hitting."

Masumi was amused by her attitude and almost laughed. "What's wrong with you?"

"Isn't this exactly what Masumi-kun wanted? To awaken my masochistic tendencies."

She tried her best to adopt the heroic posture of Ishida Mitsunari, who remained calm and composed before his execution, but before she even received the first beating, tears welled up in her eyes. She felt wronged and scared.

(Note: Ishida Mitsunari was a Sengoku period warlord who was captured after his defeat but remained calm and composed before his execution.)
"Yes, I didn't expect it to work so well."

"...Don't get too cocky, Masumi-kun." Mami gritted her teeth, releasing her emotions. "Back at the Kamishiro Shrine... Eek!"

"Didn't anyone tell you to consider your own situation before threatening others?"

Masumi swallowed hard and said, feigning calmness.

Tender, delicate buttocks are perfect for being spanked until they turn rosy.

But he had never had any particular interest in such things before.

When did it start?
Was it during a typhoon that I first had the idea of ​​teaching her a lesson?
Or was it the time you rescued her from under the bed?
Or something else, Masumi couldn't remember anymore. The slightest movement of her rounded buttocks felt like a provocation to him, fueling his sadistic desires amplified by his genes.

"I told you Masumi-kun that you were too smug... Waaah! I'm sorry, I won't talk back to Masumi-kun anymore, and I won't threaten Masumi-kun with that matter again!"

Mami shook her head, sobbing, feeling pitifully bullied. Yet, she also vaguely sensed that, deep down, she actually liked the feeling of being bullied.

No, no!

What is that?!
Absolutely impossible!
No matter how many times he was slapped, in the moment before Masumi waved her hand, the tension in his mind was hard to describe—whether it was fear or anticipation.

The beautiful but foolish girl who had been beaten looked very aggrieved, like a little rabbit whose paw had been accidentally stepped on but was ignored by its owner. She could only droop her ears and limp back to her nest to lick her wound.

But the owner wasn't oblivious; rather, he was maliciously watching her tearful, pitiful expression.

"...Sorry, I think I went too far."

Seeing Mami's appearance, Masumi felt a little uncomfortable. She calmed down and said apologetically.

Mami tried to suppress her sobs, but tears kept falling, sliding down her soft face.

Masumi finally couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she untied the light fixture wires that were wrapped around Mami and pulled her into her arms.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself just now..."

Masumi's heart clenched instantly. Sure enough, before she could clearly handle the feelings and relationships between her and them, she absolutely could not indulge herself and treat her as she pleased.

Hearing his softened voice above her, Mami felt even more aggrieved. She simply clutched the wrinkles in Masumi's clothes on the back and cried in his arms.

But was it just my imagination? The girl in my arms didn't seem to be suppressing a sob, but rather…

"I got my chance!"

The moment the sound rang out, my gaze shifted from horizontal to vertical.

Masumi's shoulders and the back of her head hit the ground. Although there was a carpet to protect her, she still fell and felt quite disoriented.

"Hesitation leads to defeat! Masumi-kun, it's my turn now, nanoda!"

Mami, who had just been crying her eyes out, now wore a smug and provocative smile.

"What's that weird verbal tic? And what are you doing?"

"This is the Four-Word Leg Lock Technique!"

Asami introduced herself with great confidence.

"Are you stupid?"

Despite being thoroughly overwhelmed by ground techniques, Masumi still had the leisure to sigh and complain, all thanks to Mami's wrestling skills.

As a seasoned homebody with poor physical strength, she knew nothing about proper ground fighting techniques.

He simply pressed his entire body against Masumi like a koala, wrapping his arms, legs, and neck around her, putting all his strength into trying to pin her to the floor.

"I see, so you know this trick too."

Masumi spoke in a monotone, flat tone.

Oblivious to the fact that Mami was focused on physical combat, she was only desperately using her four-word leg lock technique, smugly saying:
"Masumi-kun, you must be having trouble breathing and in excruciating pain right now. Beg for mercy and say, 'I'm sorry, Mami-sama, I got carried away,' and perhaps I might spare your life."

She trembled with excitement, unsure whether it was from the satisfaction and elation of her own wrestling skills or from the thought of Masumi bowing down and begging for mercy.

"Well, I think it's fine."

"Tch, you're really tough... It's not over yet. I've learned a full forty-eight wrestling techniques. Today I'm going to make Masumi-kun's back and legs ache so much that he'll have to hold onto the wall to walk."

"Your statement sounds a bit awkward."

After calmly venting her frustrations, Masumi felt the farce was about to end and used the opposite force on Mami, who was putting all her strength into it.

The situation was reversed in an instant.

Mami, who had thought that her hard work and humiliation had finally paid off and she had achieved victory, was stunned.

How did I end up lying on Masumi-kun's lap again in the blink of an eye?

"It seems your wrestling skills aren't up to par."

Masumi looked at her with a half-smile.

Asami felt a chill run down her spine. "Masumi-kun, let me explain..."

"Yeah, I'm listening."

"Hey! Don't listen to me while hitting me!" "You actually took advantage of my compassion, that's the one thing I can't tolerate."

"No, no! My feelings at the time were genuine!"

Asami defended herself, "It's just... in that situation, I felt there was a good chance to turn the tide, so..."

“I understand.” Masumi nodded expressionlessly. “You mean this is your nature, right?”

"Even if they have begged for mercy and surrendered a second ago, they will immediately turn against each other if they see the other party relax. They really have the style of the local lords and the hunters of the fallen warriors in the Warring States period."

"This isn't my fault! It's the bloodline that has been passed down through generations of the Seno family."

Asami argued vehemently, "Without this cunning personality, how could the Seno family have survived into the Reiwa era?"

(Note: Guorenzhong refers to local powerful clans during the Warring States period. Their primary principle was to protect their families, and opportunism and subversion were commonplace.)
(Note: Rakumusha-sai, during the Sengoku period, was a practice where farmers living near battlefields would gather in groups of several dozen after a battle, ambush lone samurai on the route the defeated would take, steal their valuables, armor, and weapons, and then cut off their heads to exchange for a bounty from the opposing side.)
"Really? I think this kind of personality isn't beyond correction."

In a fit of anger, Masumi pinched her tender flesh, then raised his palm. The soft, adorable little ball of flesh in his hand jumped around in panic like a frightened rabbit.

"Waaah! To die is an honor! To live is a disgrace! Masumi-kun, give me a quick death!"

Mami tilted her head back and screamed wildly.

"If that's the case, then don't cover it with your hands."

Mami surrendered without hesitation.

"I'm so sorry, Masumi-kun! I'm begging for forgiveness from the bottom of my heart this time! Please forgive me!"

"Your credibility is now less than that of the people of Shimotsuke Province in my eyes."

"That's too much!" Asami kicked her fair feet wildly in the air. "My favorite warlord is Shima Sakon!"

She could feel shame enveloping her body, and Masumi's hands were also playing hard to get.

No matter how lightly Masumi used her strength, under the barrage of slaps, Asami's buttocks looked like they were being held up by two red apples, making her both pitiful and adorable.

The result was a complete defeat for Mami.

Masumi wasn't just having a bad sense of humor; he was always concerned about something else:

"You are responsible for resolving this matter thoroughly."

Masumi hadn't forgotten the words the heiress had told him when they were in the furniture section of the shopping mall.

During this time, Mami would often use this matter to blackmail Masumi, and he could no longer tolerate it. The most crucial item was the talisman paper that Mami had taken from him.

Once we get this back, we can easily interpret Mami's betrayal as slander.

Although Masumi also sneaked into Asami's room while she was asleep and searched through her belongings, Asami's room... how should I describe it?
Even with "things scattered everywhere" and "clothes and underwear all over the floor," it still feels somewhat inadequate.

Asami's explanation was, "It's just a place to sleep, so why should it be kept clean? Of course, it should be comfortable. Why force yourself to sleep in a place that makes you uncomfortable?"

While this statement is enough to make you want to complain, it is also surprisingly apt.

After proposing a ceasefire treaty, Mami bit her lip, pondered for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

"Okay, fine, I can return the items to Masumi-kun... but there are conditions."

"You said."

Masumi was inclined to listen and see what happened.

Mami blushed, scratching her cheek shyly with her fingertips, her voice growing softer and softer: "Here's your stuff back. When you spank... can you be a little gentler?"

"...Pfft!"

Masumi's lips trembled as she tried to suppress her laughter, but she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He subconsciously replied, "Okay, next time when we have time, we'll find an opportunity to try a strength that you can handle."

"..."

Mami immediately glared at him fiercely with a mixture of shame and indignation.

Because Masumi was straddling her lap, she could only sullenly punch Masumi's chest, then clasp her hands together to cover her burning red face.

She shouldn't have asked that stupid question!

Am I really an idiot? She should say, "Here's your stuff back, so Masumi-kun can't spank me anymore!"

Asami absolutely hated herself from a minute ago. What she just said was practically handing herself a free kick in the foot for Masumi-kun to give her a good spanking!

"Asami?"

"Don't talk to me right now, Masumi-kun."

Mami couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Masumi was touched by her adorable reactions, which felt like a rabbit hopping and bouncing into his heart.

He gently stroked Mami's arched curves, thinking that it wasn't that he disliked holidays and gifts, but rather that he had long regarded the happiness right before his eyes as a gift that life had given him.

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"Why did it take you so long?"

The heiress frowned slightly, clearly displeased.

“You’ll have to ask that guy,” Masumi said with a shrug.

"Ms. Mami?"

Linyin tilted her head slightly to express her confusion.

"No, it's nothing."

Asami tried to hide the unnaturalness in her tone, her face flushed, and put aside the bundle of light wires she was holding before walking to the Christmas tree.

Just as she was about to sit down, she heard Masumi behind her, smiling and whispering, "Sit down slowly, or your butt will hurt."

"...No need for Masumi-kun's pretense!" Mami said irritably.

"I was just trying to be kind."

Masumi shrugged, looking like she couldn't do anything about it, pulled out a chair next to her, sat down, picked up her laptop and pretended to work, but her eyes were always on Masumi.

Mami's expression twisted into a grimace.

It really hurt when she sat down. The shorts had the effect of lifting her buttocks, and they tightly wrapped around her swollen and burning skin, making it so painful that she couldn't sit still.

Not wanting to be laughed at by Masumi and others, she would lift her left side to ease the movement, then lift her right side to ease the movement.

Although Mio and Rinne were somewhat puzzled, they did not ask any questions.

It took a long time of rustling and moving before I could finally sit up straight.

Masumi heard the area gradually quiet down and glanced over discreetly.

I saw Mami intently decorating the Christmas tree with colorful lights, occasionally raising her hand to rub her eyes, as if her tears hadn't completely dried, but she seemed to no longer feel any pain.

In this way, the tense atmosphere from before dissipated.

Everything returned to normal.

With a mix of regret and relief, Masumi put on her headphones, which played crisp, clear piano music. On her laptop screen were lyrics she had recently completed.

It looks like singer Haiyue's second music video will be released in December.

(End of this chapter)