Abyssal Chronicles-Chapter 1057: The Scapegoat

Momo’s heart-wrenching screams echoed through the air as she finally tasted true defeat. After eighteen merciless strikes from the feather duster, the mighty Abyssal Lord collapsed, foaming at the mouth, her consciousness fading into darkness.

Even a masochist would find it hard to enjoy the feather duster’s dominating presence. In the consciousness space, Yumo watched Momo twitching on the bed, her body betraying her with involuntary spasms and loss of control. Yumo swallowed hard, giving her companion a moment of silent respect.

Guilt gnawed at Yumo’s conscience. She’d deliberately played unconscious to escape the feather duster’s wrath, tricking Momo into taking control. But the transfer wasn’t complete, leaving Momo helplessly trapped in a passive state during the beating.

Oh, but surely~ Yumo didn’t use Momo as a scapegoat because she feared Yela’s spanking~ She did it purely for her other self’s benefit~ Everyone knew Momo had a fetish for being dominated and bullied, so Yumo was just helping satisfy her partner’s interests~ Absolutely nothing to do with fearing the feather duster~

But Yumo hadn’t counted on Momo’s foul mouth. What should have been a few quick strikes turned into the full Demon-Subduing Eighteen Strikes. That idiot’s got a head of steel, Yumo grumbled internally.

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In reality, Yumo had regained control after Momo passed out. Though her powerful healing ability had mended the wounds, her bottom still burned with the sensation of a thousand biting ants, forcing pained expressions across her face.

To avoid aggravating her tender rear, Yumo had to support herself with her thighs, appearing to sit on the sofa while actually hovering above it. Her crimson eyes flashed murderously at the feather duster her mother had placed in the corner.

"Yue, you damned traitor!!"

But Yue, transformed into the feather duster, ignored Yumo’s glare. Instead, she squirmed contentedly in the corner, emanating an eerie red glow of satisfaction.

"Finally got to spank Master’s bottom~ So good~ Much better than those little girls’ bottoms~ Want... want another round~ Want to feel that softness again, hear Master’s cries~"

Savoring the memory of spanking Yumo, Yue basked in her successful revenge and satisfied sadistic urges. Thankfully, Yumo remained oblivious to her weapon’s treasonous thoughts. Otherwise, she might have snapped that feather duster in half right then and there. A weapon constantly fantasizing about spanking its master?! Who would dare keep such a thing?!

As Yumo glared daggers at Yue, Yela’s voice drifted to her ears. "So you’re saying these granddaughters didn’t come from your womb? They were created from your blood? Blood can create life?"

Disbelief colored Yela’s expression, though perhaps she’d received too many shocking revelations today to be truly stunned anymore.

"Not born, but blood-created."

"More or less." Yumo nodded, confirming her mother’s words. "I’m not exactly a traditional life form anymore, Mom. I’m a special entity constructed of energy."

As she spoke, Yumo’s right arm dissolved into crimson energy particles. Under Yela’s amazed gaze, the particles gathered at her shoulder, reforming into a delicate arm.

"Since I’m an energy being, my method of creating children is a bit different."

"Can you have children the normal way?"

"That’s... probably not possible." Yumo scratched her head awkwardly. Though she had a girl’s body now, having children? She was technically a building! Buildings couldn’t give birth...

Fortunately, Yela didn’t press the issue, moving on to a more serious matter. "Yumo, about what you said earlier - you didn’t commit suicide? What really happened?"

"Ah... I don’t know how to explain." The girl bit her lip anxiously. "In my memories, I was being chased by monsters... and got hit by a truck. But for some reason, you all think I jumped from a building. I’ve been wondering if maybe the government covered up the monsters by making it look like suicide."

"That’s not possible." Yela shook her head. "Fanzi and Mina saw you jump with their own eyes. There couldn’t have been any cover-up."

"What?!" Yumo’s eyes widened, her expression growing complicated as she protested: "That’s strange - I clearly died getting hit by a truck while running away. Think about it, Mom - I was living just fine, why would I suddenly commit suicide? You have to believe me, I never meant to kill myself, but I don’t understand why..."

"It’s alright, I understand."

"Mom?"

"I believe you."

Yela gently stroked Yumo’s head, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Whatever happened ten years ago doesn’t matter anymore. What’s important is that you’re back now. We don’t need to dwell on those things."

"Mmm..."

Feeling her mother’s touch, Yumo suppressed her turbulent emotions and lowered her head, quietly enjoying the maternal affection.

"I understand."

But despite her words, how could Yumo possibly let go of the mystery surrounding her death? The crimson-eyed girl narrowed her gaze, a cold light flickering in their depths.

Meanwhile, in the evening light, three well-dressed men stood in Satoru’s apartment complex garden. They watched a small sedan in the distance while contemplating the towering skyscraper nearby.

"Thirty-eighth floor - that couple went to Satoru’s place?"

A blonde man with gray highlights took a drag from his cigarette and asked curiously.

"Most likely," replied the gray-haired middle-aged man beside him. He then glared disapprovingly at his companion. "James, how many times must I tell you? No smoking during missions."

"What’s the big deal? It’s just simple surveillance, nothing will go wrong." James replied carelessly.

"I’m more curious about what happens next. The couple seems close to Satoru. If the family head orders us to take them away and Satoru tries to stop us, won’t that be troublesome? That special police captain has some skill."

"What does his skill matter? Together, we can handle even sixth-level experts, let alone a fifth one like him. Plus, we have Big Bro with us. Besides, he probably won’t dare oppose the Felder family. They’re just his friend’s parents - not worth risking his future over."

The gray-haired man spoke disdainfully: "I just wish we could wrap this up quickly. Watching these two old folks all day is annoying. If we’re going to grab them, let’s just do it instead of wasting time."

"Yeah, I feel the same way." James smiled noncommittally.

He turned to their other companion, a sunglasses-wearing man leaning against a lamppost studying a report.

"Hey, Brother Webke, what do you think?"

"Doesn’t matter. We just follow the family head’s orders."

After this calm reply, Webke continued staring at the couple’s photos in the report.

James found this puzzling: "Brother Webke, why do you keep looking at those pictures? Is there something wrong with that couple?"

"Nothing."

"Then why do you keep staring?"

"They just look familiar."

"Familiar? You’ve met them?"

"Mmm... Several years ago, when I accompanied the young master to Blue Star for vacation, I think I ran into them."

"Huh?"