Celia: After Dying in the Apocalypse, I Live Once Again!

Chapter 192: Now, I Am To Be Punished... Not!

As I am a woman of my word, I did, in fact, tell Guanyu about my earlier fuckup. It wasn’t really that bad of thing to do, but I still see letting Celia be hurt as… absolutely horrible, like I am now some grand sinner.

However, it is hard to say if I am truly overreacting or not. After all, like I said, my wife is an adult, one with a good head on her shoulders. Infantilizing Celia like this… might also be hurtful and wrong; so I sought out Guanyu’s help, hoping that she’ll clear up this confliction of mine. Or, at the very least, punish me so that I can feel better…

Guanyu: “As her wife, yes; you did have a responsibility to comfort Celia at that time.” She said with a calm tone.

Vulely: “Ah, just as I thought.” I replied with a sigh.

Guanyu: “Although, given your role… the better option was to not appear until the time you correctly decided to do so. Narration, the task that Celia gave you…is important.” She added with a smile, her clearly trying to coax me.

Vulely: “…”

Wait… she is being motherly again! Does that mean… that Guanyu won’t punish me? And, yeah, I do agree with my narration job being important… but I value Celia over it. After all, there isn’t any real payment for when I finish this job.

The Celia from my time, while still very much loving, had to manage Heaven, Home, and the supply of Soul Crystals, to ensure that we lived happily. That Celia couldn’t so easily make Soul Crystals like the current one can, you see. As such, my pay was enticing; but now it doesn’t matter anymore.

Vulely: “Guanyu… I kinda expected for you to punish me; like, I don’t know, spanking me, or something like that.” I explained with an embarrassed tone.

Guanyu: “You seek punishment, Vulely? As for spanking, what if you get off on it? I have no intentions of… sexually mingling with others in the harem.” She replied with a thinking pose, her words causing me to blush a deep red.

Vulely: “W-what?! I’ll have you know, I am not a masochist!” I exclaimed with a somewhat upset, but mostly embarrassed tone and expression.

Not that I have anything against my sister wives who are masochists. Thank Goddess that this isn’t some shitty drama novel, or there’d be so much useful bedroom gossip, which could easily ruin a Mortal’s life. Higher Beings are…quite kinky, you know.

Vulely: “Ignoring the sex talk… Can’t you give me some kind of punishment, Guanyu?” I asked with a desperate tone.

Guanyu: “And for what purpose would that serve?” She quickly replied, doing a head tilt.

Vulely: “Purpose? To…to feel better about letting Celia get hurt like that.” I answered with a groan.

Guanyu: “Vulely, you’re belittling Celia, and hurting yourself.” Was her stern reply.

Vulely: “…”

Guanyu: “Instead of asking me to hurt you, apologizing to our wife directly is the best course of action for you. Yes, it will be embarrassing, Celia won’t blame or hate you at all; but it’ll definitely give you closure.” She suggested with a motherly tone, telling me to do exactly what I was dreading doing…