Abyssal Chronicles-Chapter 1055: Traitor

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"Huh?! Lie... lie down?! Mom, what are you...?"

Yumo stared dumbfounded. She never expected these would be Yela’s first words after entering the room. Shouldn’t they be having some private mother-daughter chat instead?

A shiver ran through her body as memories flooded back. For her and her two siblings, those words had always been like a recurring nightmare. Hearing them meant Mom was angry, and their backsides were in for it. Even after 800 years in another world, that instinctive fear still gripped her.

Besides, this was supposed to be a heartwarming reunion, a precious moment with her granddaughter. Why the sudden order to lie face-down on the couch?

Yumo looked questioningly at her mother, but Yela offered no explanation. Instead, her piercing gaze locked onto Yumo’s delicate body. Though there wasn’t a trace energy in that stare, it sent chills down the spine of even the Abyssal Lord herself.

"I said, lie down."

Yela repeated firmly.

"Mmmmm... fine."

Overwhelmed by her mother’s commanding presence, Yumo pouted adorably and gracefully lowered herself onto the couch.

After lying down in confusion, she slowly turned her head, eyeing her perpetually smiling mother with bewilderment:

"Mom, what... what exactly are we doing here? I... I haven’t done anything wrong, have I?"

"True, you haven’t done anything wrong just now."

"Then... why?"

Before her mother, Yumo’s words carried no weight.

"Why? Because it’s time to settle some old scores with you, young lady!"

Yela’s voice dropped dangerously low, anger flashing in her brown eyes.

"Eh?!"

"Two things! First off, after becoming a girl, just what kind of trouble have you been getting into out there?!"

"Huh?! Trouble? What trouble?!"

Yumo blinked rapidly, completely lost about what her mother was implying.

"You dare play dumb?!"

Seeing her daughter’s ’act’, Yela’s anger began to rise. She pointed toward the living room.

"What’s the deal with those three children?! I could accept you becoming a girl and getting married in another world - you’ve always been rather feminine anyway. But this is unacceptable! Those three children look nothing alike - they clearly don’t share the same father! And there are more children?! Just how many men have you been fooling around with?! Are you running some kind of reverse harem over there?!"

"Huh? Reverse harem? Fathers?"

After a moment’s pause, Yumo finally realized what her mother was thinking, and was utterly speechless.

Come on, how did Mom end up thinking the same thing as that idiot Sato?!

Yumo hastily explained:

"No, Mom! You’ve got it all wrong! No man has ever touched me - those children don’t have fathers! I created them myself!"

"Created? You expect me to believe you can have children alone? Little girl, don’t treat your mother like a fool. I’m not someone who lacks basic biological knowledge."

"You can’t apply common sense to another world!"

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"Young lady, I’m not against you finding men. But as a girl, you need to maintain your dignity. You can’t just fool around like this. Remember what I taught you kids when you were young - when you find love, you must be devoted to one person. How can you just jump from one man to another? You’re being irresponsible to yourself and to your children! How could you let them grow up without fathers? An incomplete family can seriously impact children’s development. Besides... this isn’t the only thing I want to discuss with you."

Taking a deep breath, the maternal warmth vanished from Yela’s face, replaced by unusual severity.

Her daughter’s promiscuous behavior in another world was merely disappointing to Yela.

Compared to the joy of her daughter’s return and meeting her granddaughters, these issues were trivial.

The reason she pulled Yumo into the room was for a more serious matter.

A question that couldn’t be easily dismissed, Even though her child had returned.

"Mom, listen to me explain, those children weren’t born from my belly the way you think-"

"Why did you kill yourself?"

"Eh?"

Yumo’s explanation caught in her throat at that grief-laden question. She trembled as she turned to look at her mother - Yela’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"Why did you kill yourself?! Why did you jump off that building?! If something was bothering you, you could have talked to us! Whatever problems you faced, we could have solved them together!"

Yela’s mind flashed back to that moment ten years ago when she learned of Yumo’s suicide. Her whole body shook with rising emotion.

"Suicide is just running away! It’s the most foolish solution possible! Whatever the problem was, you should have told us!"

In her agitation, Yela yanked down Yumo’s pants, exposing her snow-white bottom. She pulled out a discipline ruler from somewhere and brought it down hard.

"SMACK!"

The sharp crack of ruler meeting flesh echoed through the room.

"This is for trying to kill yourself! How could you choose such a path?! Do you know how heartbroken we were?! How could you be so irresponsible to your family?!"

"Do you know what your father and I went through after your suicide?! How much we blamed ourselves, questioned everything?!"

"Do you know how your brother and sister reacted?!"

"Mina even cried until she fainted!"

"How could you choose suicide and abandon your family like that?!"

"Yumo! How dare you!"

Yela showed no mercy, seemingly releasing years of pent-up emotions while also desperately trying to prevent her newly-returned daughter from ever considering suicide again. Each strike carried her full strength.

"..."

Yumo remained silent, hugging a cushion with her bottom raised, letting her mother continue the spanking. Suicide? She knew she hadn’t done it. But everyone she knew seemed to believe she had. Explaining would be difficult, and with her mother this angry... might as well let her vent.

Though normally terrified of mother’s spankings and pain in general, Yumo realized something - her mother couldn’t hurt her anymore. No matter how hard she struck, it was just ordinary human strength. Beyond the loud smacking sounds, Yumo felt nothing.

Hmm, come to think of it, I don’t need to fear Mom anymore~ She was the Abyssal Lord after all, a being of tremendous power. What was there to fear about a spanking?

For a moment, Yumo even felt like mocking her earlier instinctive fear.

Crack!

After dozens of strikes, Yela’s spanking suddenly stopped - the ruler had predictably broken in two. Meanwhile, Yumo’s expression remained carefree, her bottom still perfectly pale without a trace of redness.

Realizing her mother’s once-fearsome punishment no longer affected her, Yumo felt rather smug. After being strictly disciplined in childhood, finding she could now easily neutralize her mother’s methods gave her an odd sense of achievement. Wiggling her bottom teasingly, she tried to reason with her mother:

"I’ve got some power in the other world, you know... This kind of spanking won’t work on me. Calm down, Mom, don’t waste your energy."

"Is that so? Then Limo wasn’t exaggerating - you must be quite powerful over there?"

"Yep, that’s right~"

"In that case, I’ll need something bigger to teach you a lesson."

"Sigh~"

Hearing this, Yumo sighed helplessly and slowly turned to look behind her.

"Mom, don’t waste your effort. No matter what weapon you use, you can’t hurt me. Just calm down and listen to my expla... huh???"

But before she could finish, Yumo froze mid-turn, her crimson eyes widening in shock.

???!!!

Because at that moment, Yumo suddenly noticed something serious - Yela was now holding a feather duster... not just any feather duster, but Yumo’s own special disciplinary tool that she used on her children...

"Eh???"