A Sister Like a Mother

After a grueling half-hour of inhumane maternal “education,” the Second Princess of the elves, her backside swollen high, was finally carried back to her chambers by her maid.

At this moment, Selina, beaten to the point of questioning her existence, lay face-down on her bed.
Her buttocks, gently “caressed” by the Elven Empress, had turned red and unbearable.
Due to the pain, only a thin layer of her skirt covered her shame.

Selina buried her face in the bedding, tears welling at the corners of her eyes.
Today, she’d made a complete fool of herself.
She’d planned to exact revenge on the perverse Elven Ancestor God and the Elven Empress for stealing her manhood.
But she’d forgotten—she was no longer the burly, six-foot-tall muscleman of her past life.
This frail, powerless body constantly reminded her heart that she was now just a defenseless girl.

In this state, she didn’t even need the Ancestor God to intervene—her so-called mother could easily handle her.
Across two lives and these five years, she was nearly fifty.
In her past world, a fifty-year-old would be a successful figure—promoted, wealthy, maybe even a CEO marrying a beautiful heiress, reaching life’s peak.
Or, in ancient times, a bold man leading hounds and falcons, exuding mature charisma.

And her?
Getting spanked in the Elven Empress’s arms!

Humiliation! Utter humiliation!

The Elven Empress was definitely trying to pin her to the pillar of shame.
Absolutely.
She swore she’d make them pay for today’s disgrace!
Selina seethed inwardly, unaware that her mature mindset had regressed to a childish obsession with revenge.

In her past life, Kant’s calm and wisdom meant that in tough situations, he’d first stay composed, assess his circumstances, devise a feasible plan, and execute it firmly.
But now, sprawled on the bed wasn’t the Saint of Thieves, Kant.
From the perspective of a five-year-old elf princess, Selina’s thoughts were perfectly normal.

Perhaps due to this body, despite regaining her past memories, Selina’s emotions leaned closer to a child’s.
A mature adult wouldn’t wear their feelings on their face all day.
Now, burying her head in the covers, Selina radiated an aura of sulky discontent.

“Your Highness, what you did today was indeed excessive.
Throwing dirt at the statue of the Ancestor God is a grave disrespect.
Her Majesty’s slight punishment was normal, meant to teach you a lesson…”

A gentle voice, like an elder sister’s admonishment, sounded nearby.

Times had changed.
As a thief, she’d been alone.
As a princess, her chambers were never empty.
Maids were a given.
With the princess’s backside gravely injured, her maid, Tsui Bis, was bustling about tirelessly.

She gently lifted the skirt covering the princess’s swollen buttocks.
Seeing the redness caused by maternal “affection,” her delicate, refined face showed both anger and heartache.

Tsui Bis had been appointed as Selina’s personal maid by the Empress from the moment of her birth.
Aside from the Empress and the First Princess, she’d spent the most time with Selina.
Watching the Second Princess grow, their bond was deep.

Seeing her mistress spanked for mischief, it’d be a lie to say she wasn’t heartbroken.
But she was also upset.
She firmly believed the Empress’s punishment wasn’t wrong—mistakes deserved consequences.
That was the rule and the reason for her anger.
The princess had always been obedient and gentle.
As her maid, Tsui Bis treated her like a little sister, never expecting such a grave misstep.

The swollen buttocks burned with a fiery sting.
As the skirt was lifted, the cool sensation seemed to jolt her nerves, making Selina, still buried in the covers, suck in sharp breaths.

Perhaps due to the feminine shame ingrained over these five years, feeling the chill on her backside, Selina instinctively reached to cover herself, her panicked voice muffled by the bedding.

“No, Tsui Bis, don’t…”

Hearing the princess’s frantic voice and actions, Tsui Bis was both exasperated and amused.
She gently picked up the prepared healing salve.
Though her heart softened with pity, she feigned mild anger as she spoke.

“Your Highness, if you knew this would happen, why act so rudely in the first place?
Now you’re shy about a girl’s undergarments being seen?
Your backside hurts, but you won’t let me help.
Do you plan to apply the salve yourself?”

Hearing Tsui Bis’s words, Selina wailed inwardly.
How was she to know throwing dirt at that lousy statue would get her backside beaten raw?
Or rather, even if she’d known, she’d have done it anyway.
The loss of her manhood was a steep price, but with her status, the Empress wouldn’t do much.
Yet, she’d underestimated Karina’s ruthlessness and her fragile backside’s resilience.

Her first clash with the Elven Empress was a complete defeat!

A tidal wave of shame flooded Selina’s mind.
Spanked by the Empress and now seen by her maid, she couldn’t even stand without pain, let alone apply the salve herself.
Clearly, this bare-bottomed humiliation was unavoidable.

It was over—another black mark on her history.
Counting the embarrassing things she’d done these five years… if outsiders knew, the Saint of Thieves’ reputation would be utterly ruined.

Hearing the princess’s muffled whimpers from the covers, Tsui Bis sighed helplessly, then opened the salve’s lid.
As a medicine for royalty, this wasn’t ordinary.
The elves, nature’s closest allies, excelled at extracting plant essences.

This small jar of salve, if released to the outside world, would be a holy medicine fought over by the strong, potentially sparking bloodshed.

Gently applying the white, essence-rich salve to the swollen skin, Tsui Bis carefully worked while channeling healing magic.
Soft green light glowed in her hands, and with gentle chants, countless crystalline motes sank into Selina’s body, speeding the healing.

As she tended the princess’s injuries, Tsui Bis spoke to distract her, reporting upcoming elven events.

“Your Highness, you need to recover quickly.
In a few days, it’s your fifth birthday.
Though it won’t be as grand as your fourth, your sister, the First Princess, will take leave to celebrate with you.
You wouldn’t want Princess Felicia to know you were spanked, would you?”

The sudden, almost anime-like remark jolted Selina, who’d just started to relax, back into panic.

Felicia, the First Princess—her biological sister in this body—was coming back?

Memories of her past life’s death and the five years since her birth played like a slideshow.

“Big Sister, play with me! Just one more time~”

“Big Sister, where are you going? Can you sleep with Selina tonight?”

“Big Sister is the best! Selina loves Big Sister the most~”

“Big Sister, um, I want that! Buy it for me~”

Every memory replayed different scenes of her shamelessly acting cute to the same person, saying things that made her old-man heart cringe to death.

And the target of her affection was the one who killed her in her past life.

In that moment, fear and unspeakable shame surged within her.