"Carol, wh-what do you think you're doing to this Demon King?!" My voice stuttered from fear and tension. "I—I've already apologized as your Overlord! Isn't that enough? A-and you lied too! Why punish me? It's not fair!" I struggled desperately while protesting, but my efforts were feeble and quickly subdued by Carol.
Compared to my useless thrashing, my protest actually got a response.
Carol chuckled at my outburst, her tone suddenly playful:
"Your Majesty, Great Demon King Sibyl... would you like the truth?"
"Of course!"
"Because... personally disciplining your adorable self brings me joy. And you, my dear, have neither the strength nor reason to refuse."
"...!" Her words froze me solid.
*So terrifying.* I should’ve sensed it back when Carol lost her composure. Beneath her gentle, yandere exterior lurked a full-blown lolicon pervert. Her kindness had blinded me—I’d dropped all guard.
Strangely, this trait hadn’t shown up in my [Overlord’s Detection]. But regrets were useless now. I’d already lost the right to choose.
*She’s probably been waiting for me to slip up,* I realized with dread. *Just an excuse to indulge her twisted desire to... no, "train" little girls.*
"Of course, that’s only part of it," Carol added abruptly, her voice turning serious. "The other reason is to wake you up through discipline. Watch your words and actions carefully. The other two High Rank Demons aren’t as lenient as I am. Offending them would be far worse than offending me." She stroked my hair gently. "My loyalty to you doesn’t mean Evelyn and Alan share it. Until you grow stronger, you must learn patience."
*Wait—this is all because I called her cake bad?!* My mind screamed. *Insulting a dark-haired beauty’s cooking is her ultimate taboo?! I stepped right on the landmine!*
*Damn it!* With no clue about her triggers, I’d just invoked the ancient anime law: *"Those who tread on a yandere’s red line shall suffer."* I’d definitely regret this.
And she claimed loyalty? Her name still didn’t appear under my [Vassals] tab! This traitor was just playing with me!
*...Is it too late to scream for help?*
As if reading my thoughts, Carol leaned close, tenderly stroking my head while whispering:
"Oh dear, Great Demon King Sibyl... don’t hope for rescue. I’ll be taking care of you for the rest of today."
Her gentle touch and soft voice sent a chill down my spine.
"W-what?!"
*No backup. I’m doomed.*
Fear glittered in my wide, sky-blue eyes. Though my life wasn’t in danger, the unknown punishment ahead made my instincts scream.
"Daring to insult my cooking..." Carol’s voice remained sweet, yet carried the weight of a judge’s verdict. "...Even an Overlord cannot be fully forgiven for that."
*So it really was the cake...* I winced inwardly.
"And Your Majesty," she continued, flipping me face-down over her lap, "...malicious lies should only deceive enemies. Never those close to you. Little girls mustn’t lie freely. I hope you’ll remember this lesson."
"...Forgive my insolence, Great Demon King."
"Wh-what are you doing?! Release me!! This is an order!!" I shrieked, thrashing wildly—but her grip was iron.
"The time-tested method to correct a naughty little girl," Carol replied, ignoring my command. Her left hand pinned my waist, rendering my struggles useless. Her right hand began tracing slow circles over my skirt and panties, searching for the perfect spot. "...A spanking."
*Humiliating!* Before my reincarnation, my parents had only ever spanked my palms for mischief—and never after middle school. But Carol? She dared to spank her *Overlord*! Something even my birth parents never did!
Worse—I couldn’t even fight back!
*This is too embarrassing!*
*No... there’s still one way.* My hands were free. *Should I gamble on that 1% chance—*
***THWACK!***
"AHHH!!!"
Before I could decide, searing pain exploded across my backside, shattering my thoughts.
The punishment had begun.
-2 HP!
A white number floated above my head. In the corner of my vision, a pink status box flickered:
[Real-Time Combat Data]
[HP: 298/300]
[MP: 1000/1000]
[Buffs: Full Stomach (Slight Action Boost)]
[Debuffs: None]
[Fame (EXP): Lv.1 0/100]
*Why is this body so sensitive?! Wait—why am I losing HP from spankings?!*
*Could I actually die from this?!*
But it was only the beginning.
Before the first sting faded, the second strike landed. Then the third. The fourth:
-3 HP!
-4 HP!
-5 HP!
Each hit drained more HP than the last.
*At this rate, I’ll be the first Overlord in history to die from a spanking!*
Escape was impossible. Pain drowned out my focus—I couldn’t even chant [Minor Fireball]. My fate rested entirely on Carol’s mood.
*Just moments ago, I was resting on her lap, being fed cake. Now I’m bent over that same lap, getting spanked. Oh, the irony.*
As pain piled up, my rational mind drowned. My little girl body’s primal instincts took over.
