"…Ugh."
He grimaced, rubbing his backside with a hand.
Who'd have thought she'd actually hit him when he said to?
—Squish squish
"What're you staring at? Something to see?"
"N-No, nothing…"
"Couldn't you go easier… ugh…"
He couldn't see it himself, but the stinging suggested a red mark—easy to picture.
"I-I adjusted the angle and strength… it'll just hurt, that's all…"
—Twinge
"S-Sorry…"
A glare loaded with resentment made Yeosocheon shuffle back a bit.
So she did feel some guilt, huh?
"…Haa, fine. You probably didn't have a choice either."
Resentment lingered, but she was just following the Heavenly Earth Spirits' orders—couldn't be helped. She was a saintess, stuck obeying that cranky god. Not like she enjoyed it or chose to—maybe no need to hate her too much.
"Still, you could've gone lighter…"
That aside, the sting in his backside wasn't fading.
