In this critical moment, a perfect plan to threaten Xiao Ke'er flashed through my mind.

My eyes locked on the bulge in her pocket—and instantly, I knew.

"You weren't just recording video," I said coolly. "You've been audio recording this whole time with your phone, haven't you?"

"Uh!"

One glance at her face confirmed it. Someone with her obsessive possessiveness would never settle for video alone. And tucking her phone deliberately into her pocket earlier? Suspicious. Normal people leave phones on the table at home.

Just as I suspected—the screen glowed with a "Recording" notification.

Like grabbing a lifeline, I let out an excited laugh. Waving the phone, I smirked. "Little sister Ke'er… remember what you just said?"

[*"Older sister will become Ke'er’s pet too—only Ke'er’s. So everything about her belongs to Ke'er… including Xixi the puppy!"*]

She couldn’t possibly forget those words. This was the true counterstrike.

I felt giddy, almost delirious with triumph.

"Xiao Ke'er, you're clever. Silent video? Everyone thinks *I'm* the creepy lolicon. But add the audio…" I clicked my tongue. "What then?"

The little girl hung her head, silent.

"And don’t forget your own words! You can ruin me in front of your sister—I can ruin *you* right back! Ke'er… think carefully. If your sister learns you spend every day fantasizing about turning *her* into your pet… how do you think she’ll treat you? You get it, don’t you?"

"You—! I… No! She won’t believe you!" Panic flickered across Xiao Ke'er’s face.

I stopped the recording, sent it to my private email, and flashed a victor’s smile. "Disobey me? I’ll forward every word straight to your sister."

"You… you wouldn’t dare!"

"Why not? Digging into your sister’s privacy, stalking her shopping history—what a twisted little girl. Beg my mercy, or I’ll tell *everything*."

Those words were the final straw. Cheek still marked by my slap, Xiao Ke'er bit her lip—and burst into quiet, desperate tears.

Terrified of being overheard, she covered her mouth, curled into a trembling ball.

I held grudges. Her tear-streaked face meant nothing. I hadn’t forgotten her slap.

Or her sister Xiao Qingqing’s humiliation… and "training" over the past two days.

Something snapped inside me. Giddy, I leaned close—just as she had done to me—and whispered in her ear: "Now it’s *my* turn to train you, isn’t it?"

"N-no! Ke'er doesn’t like Xixi the kitty!"

"Hmph! Refuse kindness, choose punishment! Your likes don’t matter!" Cold-faced, I flipped her over.

"W-what are you doing?!" Her defenses shattered. Eyes wide with terror. "D-don’t come closer… please…"

"Hehe. Disobedient pets get spanked."

"Don’t forget—I have the video too! You can’t escape!"

"Then we burn together! I’m done! After what your sister did… today, I take it all back! I’ve got nothing left to lose—*hurt me back*!"

"No!"

Too late. She’d softened, ready to beg—but I’d already turned her over. Frail Xiao Ke'er felt soft as cotton in my hands, helpless as a skinned lamb.

"Senior Xixi! Please—I don’t want this!" Tears streamed down her trembling face.

"When *I* begged… did *you* stop?!"

"Mmph…"

Before she could speak—

*Slap!*

The soft, fleshy smack mesmerized me. That springy give beneath my palm… I didn’t want to stop.

"Yah!"

She flinched hard—but choked back the cry. Shameful tears spilled silently.

*Slap!*

Symmetry achieved. This time lighter. Her face flushed crimson, panting raggedly—shame? rage?—eyes blazing up at me.

But seeing her like this… I’d already thrown caution away. *Just feel good.*

*Your sister humiliates me daily! I can’t beat her—but you? A baby-faced brat like you?!*

Mimicking Xiao Qingqing’s tone from yesterday, I taunted: "Little pet Ke'er~ Mouth says 'no'… but your bottom’s arching up! Enjoying abuse this young? *You’re* the freak."

"N-no! Ke'er isn’t a kitten… Xixi is!"

"Call me *Master*."

*Slap!*

Her lips quivered, tears welling—but fear of exposure forced her to swallow the sob. Face crumpled, she buried herself deep in the quilt.

"Still refusing?"

Reason gone. Another slap landed.

"Eep!"

"Even your squeak sounds flirtatious. You *like* spankings, don’t you?"

"I… I don’t!"

"Say it: *'Ke'er the puppy'*!"

*Slap!*

"Mmmph—"

Desperate to stay silent, she trembled on the edge of collapse.

As I raised my hand again—she twisted sharply, teeth bared to bite, tiny hands clawing wildly toward me.

I dodged instinctively. Hand lifted high.

This slap was aimed straight at her face.