Chapter 172: Disciplining the Bitchy Sect Mistress, and Feeling the Charm of Fatherly Love Like a Mountain (4)
Punishment had to hurt a little more, otherwise what was the point?
"You little shit—you're no good at all!"
The witch let out an angry shriek.
Clearly, that was the Sect Mistress speaking—she hadn't expected that answer.
"You little bastard—so young and already this twisted!"
"Take this!"
Su Qing didn't hesitate. He swung the little whip down hard.
The Sect Mistress gritted her teeth and hurriedly pushed the witch's soul to the front.
She never thought that after mastering such a possession technique, she'd end up in such a miserable state.
"Wait, Daddy—it's me!"
Long Ye quickly shouted as Su Qing's whip came down.
Even though she'd done her best to get out of the way, the other one had experience and forced her back in.
Total failure!
"So what if it's you? Once my hand's raised, it doesn't go back down so easily."
"Now be good and get her back in control—I've got more to discuss with her."
Su Qing's hand didn't pause, though the force of the hit was much lighter.
He didn't care who it was—as long as the whipping felt good, that's all that mattered!
"You really are a damn genius... but isn't this just taking advantage of me?"
Long Ye's voice shifted from admiration to internal struggle.
"Cut the crap. Just say if you're cooperating or not. If not, I'm leaving."
Su Qing remained calm as ever.
As a proper gentleman, of course he wouldn't force anyone.
"I… I'll cooperate! Get ready—I'll push her out right now."
Long Ye hesitated briefly but ultimately decided.
Fine. As embarrassing as it was, this was a rare experience.
She had every reason to do this—just to punish that damn woman who stole her body!
She started working to hand over the body control.
Sure, she couldn't win a fight for it—but giving it up? No problem!
Like a noob player who can't grab kills but sure knows how to feed.
"Su Qing, if you were one of us, I'd make you our Holy Son!"
Once she was forced back up again, the Sect Mistress was genuinely shocked.
Her eyes were full of admiration and awe as she looked at Su Qing.
Losing him to the righteous path—what a damn shame!
He was a born demon—always thinking of dark but highly effective methods.
"Oh? I'll take that as a compliment. But don't think it's gonna get you out of this."
"Why not shout 'Daddy' a few times? Then I might really not know who's who."
Su Qing said casually.
A lesson had to be taught—or she'd never learn how to talk to him properly.
Smack!
Another crisp sound echoed through the room.
The Sect Mistress bit her lip, forced to endure it in silence—there was nothing else she could do.
Honestly, this was worse than any actual torture!
Were young people these days just extra kinky?
No normal person would come up with something this degrading as punishment!
The atmosphere in the room became hard to describe.
No matter who was in control, they both wore the same lip-biting, enduring expression.
But in comparison, the witch looked like an obedient daughter, while the Sect Mistress was the rebellious one.
The Sect Mistress was in a miserable state.
She knew she could fake it, and he'd have no way to tell.
But… could she really bring herself to do that?
It was too damn humiliating!
If she actually said it, she'd never recover her pride.
Worse, she could feel Long Ye's emotions clearly.
All this time, while she had been in control, Long Ye had resisted and tried to fight back.
But now? Now she was just enjoying the show and even seemed pleased!
Su Qing's strikes—whether heavy or light—weren't that painful.
But… while the damage was low, the humiliation was maxed out.
Her pride made it impossible to ignore this spiritual assault.
She could practically feel the witch's shameless glee—and it made her even more frustrated.
"Long Ye, we can totally use this as a signal."
"From now on, you call me Daddy. That way, I'll know it's you."
"Yeah, it's dumb—but we're practical people. Who cares?"
Su Qing savored the delightful sensation and commented with satisfaction.
The Sect Mistress nearly lost it.
As the one being punished, she really had no way to cope with this.
Even she had her limits—and calling this brat 'Daddy' was too much!
She had a reputation! She couldn't let it go like this!
The bitter Sect Mistress gave up and fully submerged, refusing to fight for control.
Meanwhile, she could hear the witch's mocking laughter.
It was a special kind of pain.
"Daddy, stop—she really doesn't want to come back up!"
Long Ye's face was red, her voice full of embarrassment.
"Giving up already? That's disappointing—I had other methods in mind too."
Su Qing reluctantly lowered his hand, letting out a soft sigh.
"Other methods?"
The witch hesitated, then asked carefully.
Something told her this wasn't going to be good—but curiosity won out.
"Look, she's inside you now, like a demonic parasite."
"And I, coincidentally, have a priest's special exorcism technique."
"It involves some deep and thorough… purification."
Su Qing emphasized his 'professional' credentials.
"Stop! Don't say another word!"
Long Ye's face turned even redder.
She might not get the whole 'priest exorcism' thing, but she understood 'deep and thorough' just fine.
"What did you call me?"
Su Qing narrowed his eyes, already preparing for the exorcism.
"Daddy… When will I be rid of her? I need to be able to face people again."
Long Ye reluctantly said the shameful title, then asked.
Sure, she could manage while alone—but what about when she was around others?
She couldn't just go through life calling him 'Daddy' forever!
"I know this can't go on. The one who tied the knot must untie it. I know where to start."
"But the meeting's set for tomorrow. You'll have to wait till then."
Su Qing smiled as he explained.
No one knew the Sect Mistress better than the former Holy Maiden of the demonic sect.
But the meeting with his dear 'aunt-in-law' wasn't until tomorrow—so they'd have to wait.
"I… I understand."
A glimmer of hope lit up Long Ye's eyes.
She'd prepared herself for a long, painful resolution to this problem.
But his casual promise somehow made her feel completely at ease.
He might be a bastard—but when it came to action and results, he never failed.
If he said he'd handle it, there was no need to worry.