Thalia… Thalia was not doing anything wrong here…
She wasn’t planning to cross any extreme lines or do anything too explicit… like making him drink and then pushing him into something dangerously thrilling—naughty, sinful things.
That wasn’t her goal. Well… to be honest, maybe a tiny part of her wished for something a little wild, but the real goal was far simpler…
She just wanted to get the tattoo!
Yes… The tattoo—the one that marked Aether’s loved ones, binding them to him in a way that let them communicate with him directly.
That was her ultimate aim… To get him to mark her, and if seduction was the way to do it, then so be it!
Everything was playing out exactly as she had imagined… She had gotten him drunk, lured him in with just the right amount of enticement, whispered a few well-placed words dripping with temptation… and she was about to get what she wanted. And to make it even sweeter—her sister was going to be absolutely livid about it later!
But then—
SLAP!!
“HIKKKK!!!”
Raven flinched, her whole body trembling as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. Her hands clenched at her sides, and in that instant, the intoxication she had felt earlier completely vanished!… She was wide as awake now!
SLAP!!
“HIKKKK!!!”
Aria shuddered violently, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as a lump of fear swelled in her throat. She gulped hard, her hands twitching at her sides, unable to look away from the scene before her.
SLAP!!
“HIKK!!!”
Liora felt her entire body stiffen as she swallowed her saliva in slow, fearful gulps. Her ears twitched, her tail stood up like a rigid rod, and her eyes—wide with sheer terror—flicked back and forth.
SLAP!!
“HIKKKKKK!!!”
Maelona’s eyes widened, blinking rapidly as if her mind refused to accept what was unfolding in front of her. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out—only breathless disbelief.
All four of them stood frozen in a straight row, their gazes locked onto the horrifying display.
“You dare… hic… dare… to trick me?” Aether slurred, his voice carrying an eerie blend of drunken disorientation and simmering rage.
His usually composed face was a flushed mess, His half-lidded eyes gleamed under the dim lighting, unfocused yet burning with a wild, untamed intensity.
He lounged lazily in his chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding, his grip firm around the girl draped across his lap.
Thalia’s skirt had ridden up scandalously high, her round, perfectly shaped ass now fully exposed. The once unblemished skin was now painted with deep red handprints, the sting of his palm permanently etched onto her soft flesh.
Aether raised his hand once more—
SLAP!!
“HIKKKKKK!!!”
Thalia’s body jerked violently, her nails digging into his thighs as a fresh, searing wave of pain crashed through her nerves.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes—not from pleasure, not from joy, but from the sheer, unforgiving agony radiating from her reddened backside.
“I-I am s-sorry… I… I…” she stammered, her voice small, trembling, on the verge of breaking apart. Her ass throbbed so intensely that she was beginning to lose feeling—numbness creeping in like a warning that her body was reaching its limit.
She made a fucking mistake here!!
Aether lifted his hand again.. His gaze darkened, and his lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smirk but held the same sinister amusement, “Hmm… Sorry? You’re sorry?” His words were slow, almost mocking, as he leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning against Thalia’s tear-streaked cheek.
Thalia nodded rapidly, her teary eyes begging for mercy. “Y-yes… I-I didn’t mean for this to happen… It just happened… I was… not reall—”
“LIES!!”
SLAP!!
“HIKKKKKKKK!!!”
Thalia’s teeth clenched, her whole body shivering from the excruciating sting.
And she wasn’t the only one suffering. The spectators—Raven, Aria, Liora, and Maelona—all twitched, their own backsides clenching involuntarily as they watched.
Each brutal slap echoed in their ears, making them feel as if they were the ones being punished.
“A-Aria… talk to him,” Maelona whispered in a hushed, urgent tone. She had never seen Aether like this before… He had always been soft, sweet, his smile capable of melting hearts and leaving butterflies in her stomach.
But now?
Now, he was terrifying.
He was a demon, a merciless executioner delivering punishment with ruthlessness. The sight of Thalia’s quivering, crimson-marked ass sent a shudder down Maelona’s spine. If she were in Thalia’s place, she wouldn’t have lasted five minutes—she would have already been bawling by now!
And yet, Thalia was still holding on.
For nearly half an hour, they had all stood there, too petrified to move, forced to witness the relentless spanking unfold before them.
Aria gulped. She heard her mother’s words, but… ‘Talk to him?’ she thought in sheer disbelief. How the hell was she supposed to do that?!
Her gaze darted toward Aether, who remained fully focused on Thalia, his drunken state doing nothing to hinder the steady rhythm of his ruthless slaps.
He wasn’t hesitating.
He wasn’t stopping.
He was completely lost in punishing her.
Aria’s breath hitched. “A-Aeth—” she started.
Aether’s head snapped toward her. His eyes, usually so warm, were now unreadable, filled with something dark and dangerous.
Aria’s heart stopped.
“N-Nothing at all!” she yelped, immediately retreating a step back, her hands instinctively covering her own ass as if fearing she might be next.
Aether’s attention slid back to Thalia. “You have some nerve trying to trick me like this…” His voice was softer this time—softer, but far more menacing. “Did you really think you could get away with it?”
His hand moved again, but this time, instead of delivering another slap, he traced the heated, swollen skin of her ass with a slow, deliberate touch. The contrast between the rough punishment and the featherlight caress made Thalia wince harder.
“I-I am really sorry, Aether…” she whimpered, her voice breaking.
She had been enduring this for what felt like an eternity. Every single nerve in her ass screamed in agony. If he kept going, she was certain—her skin would tear open, leaving nothing but a stinging, raw mess behind.
She turned her head slightly, her bleary eyes seeking out her sister.
Raven’s breath hitched. Thalia wasn’t just acting. She wasn’t putting on a show.
For the first time in her life, Thalia was truly, utterly sorry. And the worst part?
She knew there was no escape.
Still, it’s her sister so…
Raven’s eyes darted to Aria, who was peeking from behind Maelona like a scared little kitten. Her throat felt dry as she gulped before finally gathering the courage to speak.
“H-Husband… she is really sorry—”
“You want to take her place?” Aether’s voice cut through her words.
Raven’s lips twitched. She forced a nervous smile, raising her hands in immediate surrender. “O-Of course not… I was just saying, um, you’re doing great! Keep it up!” She nodded furiously, even throwing him a thumbs-up before stepping further back.
Take her place?
Hell. No.
One look at Thalia’s raw, reddened ass was enough to send a chill down Raven’s spine. That wasn’t just some playful spanking—that was pain!
Thalia’s face turned horrified as betrayal sank in, “I-I am your little sister… hic… Big Sis?”
But Raven…
Raven closed her eyes. She was transcending… Entering another dimension. Suddenly, nothing happening in this room concerned her anymore. The screams? The slaps? The suffering?
Didn’t hear a thing.
Aether chuckled darkly. “Looks like your big sister agrees with my methods. So… shall we resume?” His voice turned silky, dripping with a dangerous blend of drunken amusement and seductive menace.
Thalia’s blood ran cold.
Aether raised his hand once more, aiming for her plump, sore ass—
“I-I did it so… you could mark me!” Thalia blurted out in a panicked rush, her voice trembling. This… this was not how she had planned to ask. He was supposed to do it on his own, supposed to mark her with his own volition… not like this. But at this point, she would rather beg than endure more of this merciless punishment.
Aether blinked. A slow, lazy smile curled on his lips.
Slap!
“HIK!”
The impact was softer this time… A gentle tap compared to the brutal slaps from before.
Thalia let out a shaky sigh of relief, thinking—Finally… it’s over…
But then—
“Mark you?” Aether hummed, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the shape of her reddened cheeks. “Hmm… so what you’re telling me is, you decided to trick me? Get me drunk, make me lose control, and then what… hope I’d fuck you?” His words were blunt, cutting, his palm rubbing circles over her heated skin as if to soothe the pain he had inflicted—only to intensify the humiliation.
Thalia hissed, arching slightly as the sting flared up again. “N-Not exactly! I just wanted the marking, that’s all! Ssssshh…” she winced, her expression twisting as she struggled to explain herself.
Aether nodded slowly, his fingers pressing into her bruised flesh. “I see… So I suppose it’s my fault for not marking you sooner?”
“Y-Yes—”
Slap!
“HIK!!”
“My fault?” Aether’s voice darkened, an irritated frown crossing his face.
Thalia gulped, her throat dry as parchment. She hesitated, then rapidly shook her head. “No… no, I-It’s… it’s just… It’s—”
He raised his hand again.
Thalia’s eyes widened in sheer terror, “It’s me! It’s definitely me!! I was wrong! I should have asked instead of being a bitch about it! I should have just fucking asked!!” Tears spilled down her cheeks, her body shivering from both pain and shame.
Her plan… her perfectly laid-out plan…
It had backfired completely.
Who would have thought Aether would turn into a demon after drinking?!
Aether’s expression softened. He let out a low chuckle, rubbing slow, warm circles into her aching flesh. “Finally, someone is being honest~” he murmured, half-lidded eyes watching her with amused satisfaction. “You know, if you had just asked… I would have done it. No tricks necessary.”
Thalia clenched her teeth, swallowing her pride. “Y-Yes, I should have asked you directly…” she admitted, cheeks burning from embarrassment.
Aether tilted his head, his lips curling slightly. “But if you had asked directly, I think I would have been disappointed.” His tone was contemplative, as if the thought genuinely displeased him.
Thalia’s lips twitched in frustration. ‘What the fuck does he even want?!’ she screamed internally, barely restraining herself from saying it out loud.
But no—he was drunk. Saying anything reckless might backfire horribly, and considering she was already suffering from her previous mistake, she had no intention of making things worse.
Just then—
“Hmm… what’s this?” Aether’s eyes gleamed as they landed on something intriguing.
His hand reached forward, “Naughty panties?” he mused.
His fingertips traced over her red, lacy panties. His fingers danced along the curve of her hips before slipping lower, teasingly rubbing along her butt crack. A slow, predatory grin spread across his lips. “Are you trying to entice me even more, little one~?”
[+8000 AP]
Thalia’s body jerked at the sudden touch, her breath hitching as his fingers almost—almost—brushed against her core. A violent shudder ran through her body, her cheeks burning with humiliation and something she refused to acknowledge. “A-A-Aether…” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aether, however, ignored her trembling voice entirely. His drunken mind fixated on one thing—her. His fingers, careless yet deliberate, continued their slow, torturous exploration, gliding along the sensitive skin just above her underwear.
The group standing before them fell into a stunned silence. Their faces flushed, their eyes widening in disbelief.
Maeloan, in particular, looked utterly scandalized. Her hands flew up, covering her face, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight unfolding before her. She never imagined Aether—usually composed, mindful and shy—would be this brazen, this shameless.
And then it happened—
“Naughty girl~” Aether murmured, before letting his fingers slide ever so slightly under the edge of her panties as it about to touch her core—
Slap~
[+8000 AP]
“~ah~”
Her legs trembled, the sting of his palm still tingling against her skin.
Aether let out a low chuckle, “Next time, don’t play with fire,” he warned, his voice deep and sultry, as if daring her to disobey him again.
“!!!” Thalia’s breath was shaky as she struggled to regain control of herself. “Hngh…” she hummed softly, biting her lower lip.
The moment Aether loosened his grip, she bolted, stumbling off his lap in a rush. She frantically yanked her skirt down, her hands trembling, before darting behind her sister for cover.
“L-Let’s run!” she whispered urgently, her voice filled with panic. She peeked at Aether, who was still grinning at her like a predator watching his prey struggle in vain.
“!!!” Thalia flinched, her heart pounding.
No—never again…. She would never let him drink again!
This night… this shame… this punishment would be forever etched in her mind. The sharp sting on her ass, the way he had shattered her dignity into nothing, the way she had been spanked before everyone and made to tremble—she would never forget.
Just when they thought it was over—
“Hey, you… come here.”
Aether’s drunken yet commanding voice rang out again. His eyes, still heavy with intoxication, locked onto someone else… Raven.
Raven flinched, pointing at herself as if she couldn’t believe it. “M-Me?” she stammered, her stomach twisting into knots.
She hadn’t done anything! She had been watching quietly, praying not to get involved—so why was he calling her out?!
Aether grinned, a wicked, drunken smirk. “Of course. Who the fuck else am I pointing at?” he said, tilting his head. Then, his expression darkened. “You dare to tell me I should be punished for not drinking? What the fuck?”
Raven’s face paled instantly. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took an instinctive step back.
Thalia, who had been cowering behind her, blinked. Then, slowly, a mischievous grin crept onto her face.
Raven’s body tensed as if preparing to run, but before she could—
“Come on, sister, we should always have each other’s backs… that’s what sisters are for,” Thalia said sweetly, her expression filled with hope.
For a split second, Raven almost believed she had a kind, supportive sister. But then—
Thud!
Thalia shoved her forward, straight into Aether’s arms.
“Hehe… hope you enjoy the punishment~Hehe… ouch!” Thalia giggled wickedly, though she was still wincing from the lingering sting on her ass.