What should I do if the hero is resurrected in the Monster Girl Encyclopedia?

Chapter 101 Bathing Area

"...I didn't see anything, old man! The mirror was spinning so fast that even my superb dynamic vision as a hero couldn't catch it, hahaha..."

The hand mirror was intercepted by Mirad halfway through its flight and is now upside down on the ground next to the bathtub.

Kissfield's voice sounded muffled, which was probably part of the reason.

"I really want to say that I was instigated by that short, seductive Lilim, but unfortunately that's not it... I admit that my desires took over for a moment, and I couldn't resist the temptation of your bath photo, Uncle."

Hiolitta, along with the hand mirror, knelt beside the slippery bathtub, covering her eyes with her hands and feigning tears, while occasionally peeking through her fingers at Mirad's every move with quite obvious glances.
"Waaaaah... I'm so touched... Even though she's... even though she's a lewd slut... she didn't abandon me at a time like this, unlike... unlike that heartless sister, Mask... who abandoned me when disaster struck... I'm so touched... Waaaaah... Is this what it really feels like to be my older sister's bathrobe...?"

Milad and Obola were both wearing only a simple bath towel.

Because Kissfield was still present, Obora didn't dare to speak loudly and attract her attention... In fact, when the mirror flew over the bathtub, her immediate reaction was to bury herself completely inside the tub, which now seemed like a foolish move.

The Magic Mirror can certainly do the simplest work of framing and saving images... it can even transfer the magic of storing image information onto paper to create a painting with a high degree of precision.

...I guess I wasn't photographed.

No, no, no, the important thing now is... Obora glanced at Mirad's face... it was almost ashen!

Despite having warned him with the stone wall, he still insisted on provoking Mirad...

Your Highness, Princess... best of luck...

“…Siolitta, come here.”

Mirad raised his hand and patted his knee lightly, his voice icy.

The gesture, combined with the action, couldn't be clearer.

In order to punish unruly children, many parents are even willing to spank them in public.

Now Mirad has placed the punishment by the bathhouse... which actually saves face for Siolitta.

"W-what's wrong, Lord Mirad... that posture... you're not going to hit me with your well-trained, rough hands...?"

Hiolitta spoke faster and faster, and her eyes even began to sparkle.

"...Shut up, and don't make me repeat myself."

Mirad's voice was completely calm, yet it sent a chill down the spines of all three people present and those not present.

"Ugh."

Hiolitta obediently lay down on Mirad's knees.

"...Ugh, I'll shut up, I'll shut up, Lord Mirad, please don't kick me out of here..."

Lord Mirad's knee pressed against her stomach.

With only a few thin layers of skin separating them... the stomach is one of the monsters' weaknesses, and being treated like this, even Siolitta couldn't resist, and her body went limp.

“Uncle, she’s just a child… I mean, you don’t need to hold back.”

Although she couldn't see the scene, Kissfield could still tell what was happening from the sounds. Hmm, that short little nun should be lying on the old man's lap now, hmph, too late… Kissfield, lying on the bed, suddenly realized something, and a delicate blush crept onto her cheeks.

Hiolitta arched her body, shifting her position. "Don't hold back! Lord Mirad, just do as my sister in the bathrobe said. I deserve it, I should suffer this level of punishment! Let this burning pain be a lesson I'll never forget, so I'll never dare to offend you again, Lord Mirad... Hehehe..."

...Ha. Who said he was going to personally carry out the punishment?
For die-hard fans, the contempt and punishment of their idols can be accepted with relish, let alone in a complex situation like that of Siolitta.

Therefore, Mirad would never choose this method of superficial punishment but actual reward to teach Hyolitta a lesson. This would only embolden her and cause her to commit even more serious offenses next time, all for the sake of the reward called punishment.

Mirad gave Opola a wink, and the other instantly understood.

Baphomet paws naturally have incredibly soft and elastic pads at the center... but that doesn't mean they won't hurt objects that are even softer and more elastic when they strike them... like unripe peaches. Obora, a scholar with many years of experience in agriculture, has considerable expertise in ripening peaches.

I'm sorry, Your Highness.

Opola stretched her arms... She hadn't been serious in a long time.

"Eh? It's you? No, no, no, I don't want this! Lord Mirad, this won't teach me a lesson, it just won't work!"

The fleshy ball in Baphomet's paw collided with the little peach covered by the wet skirt, naturally without making any crisp sound.

Snapped.

The dull thumping sound echoed above the bathtub, but it wasn't quite clear because of the swirling white steam.

"Woo——"

When force is applied from above, it will naturally be transmitted downwards.

With Mirard's knee pressing against her stomach, Hyolitta let out an embarrassed cry, "I...I'm reflecting on my actions! I'm sorry, Lord Mirard, I shouldn't have crossed the stone wall you set up...Wait, no, I didn't cross it, it was the mirror that crossed it, oh no—"

Snapped.

Opola's hands showed no sign of stopping.

Maintain a certain distance, then lower your furry paws... and avoid the part where the hyolita's tail connects to its tailbone. If you accidentally hit that part, the hyolita's groan will be even more embarrassing.

"Yes, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have encouraged that hot girl... I shouldn't have tempted her to do things for me... My sister, she's innocent! Lord Mirad, please only punish me!"

Tears welled up in Siolitta's eyes... and they didn't look like tears forced out by acting.

The once pale and unripe peaches have now ripened and turned crimson, a color that even the cotton protective case couldn't conceal.

"...I didn't expect you, Lilim, to be so loyal. I'm quite impressed with you, Sister in the Bathrobe? By the way, Uncle, did you find a substitute executioner? The sound doesn't quite sound like human hands slapping... Is it rock-shaping magic?"

Kieslfeld's voice sounded somewhat puzzled, after all, Obora had never appeared in any of her places from the beginning, and it was entirely expected that Obora's purpose was to be considered non-existent.

"Yes. I used rock-shaping magic to create a fully automatic structure that can strike continuously for two hours."

"Two, two hours? Lord Mirad, I wouldn't even be able to sit still for a moment—"

Mirad's ashen face had mostly faded, and he rubbed Hyolitta's head gently, saying in a kind tone, "I know, that was really pitiful."

...At the same time, he signaled to Eborah with his eyes not to stop.

(End of this chapter)