“So boring, so boring~ I just want to kill a god!”
Lotharia glanced at Qiweiya, who was sulking, with a look of disdain. “You’re a grown person, yet you have no patience at all? Isn’t your weekly dungeon or whatever about to start? Just bear with it.”
Qiweiya lifted her head from the pillow. “What do you know? There’s no comparison between those mortals and the gods’ strength. I just want to see the gods’ expressions of despair!”
Lotharia pouted. “Pervert~”
Qiweiya jumped up in a fit of pique. “Hey! With my temper, who are you calling a pervert? Don’t you know what those gods have done? How can you say that about me?”
Lotharia turned her head to face the wall. “Anyway, sadists are all perverts! Pervert, pervert, pervert~ A big pervert.”
Qiweiya twitched her lips. “Fine~ I’m a pervert, happy now? You’re the only normal one in the whole world, satisfied?”
Lotharia swept a disdainful gaze over her. “Don’t think I don’t know you’re calling me the biggest pervert under heaven. Your schemes are just petty tricks that won’t amount to anything! You’re incredibly lucky to have met me.”
Qiweiya rolled up her sleeves, intending to properly assert her dominance. This loli clearly didn’t know who was truly in charge; it seemed three days without a beating truly made one forget their place.
Hadn’t she been well-behaved before? Yet, recalling the girl’s flushed face in the void earlier, a sudden thought struck Qiweiya: ‘Could she be a masochist?’ A shiver ran down her spine.
Seeing Qiweiya unexpectedly approach her, Lotharia grew flustered. “Wh-what are you doing?”
Qiweiya smirked wickedly. “Why, to do you, of course~ Don’t worry, it’ll be over in a moment.”
Lotharia’s face paled with fright as she looked at her captured right arm. “Y-you, don’t mess around! I’m going to scream!”
Qiweiya said with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Go ahead and scream~ The louder you scream, the more excited I’ll get! Oh ho ho ho!”
Lotharia’s pleading gaze darted to the two figures nearby.
Karin’er turned her head, counting the ceiling patterns. “One pattern, two patterns, three patterns, four patterns…”
Lysander, as stoic as ever, remained expressionless. “Don’t look at me. There’s no way I’ll interfere with these matters.”
Lotharia cried out, consumed by grief and indignation. “Lysander, you wretched woman! And here I thought we were inseparable, having endured that perverted Creator God’s ‘training’ together, even sharing the same crotchless pants! Waaah!”
“Oh?” Qiweiya’s interest was piqued as she gazed with a smile at the trembling Lotharia. “Tell me, what did the Creator God do to you? I’m quite interested in his dark history.”
Lotharia looked at Qiweiya with tear-filled eyes, asking cautiously. “You really won’t do the same to me once you know, will you?”
Qiweiya thumped her own chest, which was as flat as an airfield, declaring loudly, “Do I look like that kind of person?”
Qiweiya felt deeply wounded by Lotharia’s absolutely certain and affirmative expression. ‘Was it not merely a few hours of spanking your bottom?’ she thought.
‘To experience a loli’s bottom’s… *cough, cough, cough*… No, that’s not it! It was to teach you what it means to be obedient and sensible, wasn’t it? Why are you looking at me, a person of such integrity, so upright and magnanimous, in such a way? How utterly tactless.’
Lotharia’s dead fish eyes stared fixedly at her. “I know everything you’re thinking. Your expression betrayed you. You’re truly no ordinary pervert.”
Qiweiya rubbed her small fists. “Since I’ve been found out, I can only make you forget~ It might hurt a little, but just bear with it.”
Lotharia shut her eyes in terror. “Y-y-you! Don’t come any closer! Physical amnesia doesn’t work at all!”
Qiweiya nodded her head. “Is the force not enough? Or perhaps the impact isn’t strong enough? No worries! I have this.”
Bang!
Lotharia’s eyes rolled back in her head at the sight of the massive hammer that had just left a huge crater in the ground. “I’ll die, I’ll definitely die!”
“What’s there to be afraid of? I’ll save you when you’re close to death~ Besides, didn’t you enjoy the pleasure of being ‘thwacked, thwacked, thwacked’ yesterday? Today, I’ll give you a big one, and won’t you be thrilled, lying on the ground, letting me do as I please?”
Lotharia’s face flushed crimson with rage as she lunged at Qiweiya, furiously shaking her collar. “Who the hell is playing S&M with you?! I’m not a sub, damn it! I’m a sadist!”
Qiweiya gently patted Lotharia’s taut hands with a sympathetic expression. “I understand, I understand. Every masochist secretly yearns to be a sadist. You’ve suffered, my child.”
Lotharia was on the verge of going berserk. “Understand my ass! I told you, I’m a genuine sadist!”
Qiweiya brandished an incredibly long katana. “Here.”
Lotharia took it, bewildered. “What for?”
Qiweiya chuckled slyly. “Hehehe~ Didn’t you say you were a genuine sadist?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Then it’s perfect! This blade is called Masamune~ It’s incredibly sharp; it can slice hair and cut through gold and jade with ease.”
Lotharia had a bad feeling. “What do you mean by that?”
Qiweiya glanced around, then leaned in close to Lotharia’s ear. “If you, say, ‘burst chrysanthemums’ or something~ wouldn’t that give you a unique thrill? Now, as you wish, this Masamune will be your sadist! Kukuku~”
Lotharia’s small face rapidly grew hot and red, and she glared murderously at Qiweiya, who was struggling to suppress her laughter. “Qi… Wei… Ya…”
“Hmm~ What is it?”
“I’ll f*ck your father!”
“Hey! Holy crap, don’t just swing it around! Don’t you know this damn thing is a divine weapon that can cut through a d*ck like mud? What the hell! She’s still coming!”
Lotharia, panting, swung the katana in her hand, relentlessly slashing at the elusive Qiweiya. “Stand still and let me get a few good cuts in!”
Qiweiya stuck out her rear and wiggled it twice at Lotharia. “Do you take me for a fool? Why would I let you chop me? Anyone who didn’t know would think I’m a masochist just like you~”
Lotharia trembled with fury. “Fine, fine, fine! You won’t live to see another day! Prepare to die, ya ya ya ya!”
Qiweiya skillfully dodged Lotharia’s clumsy charge, mocking her with a smile. “Are you here to perform a bullfight? While I’d be delighted to be the matador, you’re far too eager~”
“Lotharia doesn’t care about any of that! I just want to chop you into a pulp.”
“Oh ho~ You’ve even learned to act cute now? I really want to tell the Creator God ‘nice’ or ‘very good’ right now.”
“Argh! I’m going to kill you! Don’t run!”
“Eh heh! I dodge~ I jump~ I squat~ Hmm! And a spinning leap~ Perfect score!”
Clatter, clatter, clatter!
“My Lady, those people should be arriving soon.”
Qiweiya immediately grew serious. “Lotharia, let’s stop playing for now. Important matters await.”
“Hmph,” Lotharia huffed tsundere-like, then strutted away with a swaggering, pigeon-toed gait.
Qiweiya ascended to the magnificent throne, crafted from ice, situated above the palace floor. From there, she gazed imperiously at the palace’s tightly sealed colossal doors.
“Karin’er, you go and meet them first~”
Karin’er bowed her head in a respectful salute. “Yes.”
Qiweiya propped her chin on one hand, her wicked laughter echoing through the palace. “Let us begin this grand feast of madness! Hahahahahahahahaha!”
Lotharia, completely ruining the atmosphere, shivered uncontrollably to the side. Of course, no one paid any attention to her at that moment.