I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 607 - 607: 575. Acting

"And then?"

Freya glanced lightly, looking at the student,

"Lord Yeli Dong would naturally not apologize, so afterward... the puppet that looks like you will kiss me forcefully, record a video, and send it to Lord Yeli Dong."

Xia Feng took two steps forward, coming directly in front of the woman.

The prominent peaks nearly bursting through her pure white collar were full and almost touching his chest.

Xia Feng looked straight ahead without changing his expression, his cold, beautiful face slightly lifted, frowning seriously.

Freya noticed that this student seemed to have grown a bit taller and his facial features and demeanor had matured more. It had only been a little over a year, and that childishness of a student had completely dissipated.

Her lightly lifted wine-red beautiful eyes were calm, "But now the puppet has been destroyed, and the plan can no longer continue."

Xia Feng's gaze moved downward.

The wine-red hair, tied from the slender shoulders, hung down from the cloud peaks, with a red sheath nestled between them, like a heavenly saber suppressing the mountains and rivers.

Under Ms. Fu's gaze, he slowly reached out and grasped the hilt of the saber.

Ms. Fu instinctively tightened her grip.

Xia Feng merely glanced at her before forcefully taking the long saber away; she was forced to let go, losing her sense of security.

"Clang—"

Freya instinctively glanced at the long saber leaning against the wall, but before she could say anything, the student already closed in.

Her wrists were forcefully pinned above her head against the stone wall, her snowy neck arching backwards, her pupils slightly dilating.

Xia Feng looked at the cold yet charming face close at hand.

Below those wine-red beautiful eyes was a captivating tear mole; her expression was tense, seeming somewhat angry and stern as she scolded, "Xia Feng, what are you doing!"

Xia Feng could feel in front of his chest, those soft mounds pressed firmly by him, like twin moons on the horizon, easily subdued by him.

His heartbeat inexplicably quickened, yet he looked serious, as if suggesting, "Ms. Fu, since the puppet is gone... let me do it myself. What do you think of this method?"

"I am your teacher!" Freya still maintained a stern expression, frowning.

But before she could continue, Xia Feng had already picked up the binding tools prepared earlier on the ground.

They were two magnetic lock rings with long chains for sealing Spiritual Pressure, and an imaging stone.

Xia Feng tossed the imaging stone aside, then looked back, instructing, "Ms. Fu, your current state is very good. Remember to get angrier later; you must portray your utter disappointment with me, your student."

"....." Seeing that he was really about to start, Freya's expression tightened, "Wait, wait! Xia Feng, the teacher isn't ready yet—"

Her words cut off abruptly because Xia Feng had already forcefully clamped the locking rings on her wrists, and the other end of the chain swooped into the top of the cave.

Her arms were forced open in a spread-eagled pose, her body slowly raised ten centimeters off the ground, her toes barely touching the ground beneath her loose martial arts uniform.

Her cold, beautiful face tensed, and after struggling briefly, Xia Feng had already moved behind her on the stone steps, suddenly coming close.

Underneath her robe, her long legs instinctively closed, her tiptoes exerting slight pressure, a manly deep voice by her ear teasing disrespectfully, "Ms. Fu, I never thought you'd see this day too~"

"?" Xia Feng had always been quite respectful to her before, and Freya was somewhat unaccustomed to his tone now; she was just about to turn her head, when Xia Feng's serious message resounded in her mind, "Teacher, don't be distracted, show some reaction."

"....."

Seeing that the clueless teacher was still dazed, Xia Feng started the imaging stone with a thought, while pressing his hand on her flat stomach and leaning forward, whispering in her ear with a faint smile:

"How come, Ms. Fu, haven't seen your student for so long, do you not recognize me?"

"!" Freya immediately felt a burning sensation rushing from her tailbone to her neck. She tilted her head back, her ears blushing with embarrassment, and she turned her head with angry eyes, her beautiful face covered in frost: "You bastard—get away from me!"

Saying this, she started to twist her waist left and right, desperately struggling.

For some unknown reason, seeing Ms. Fu like this inexplicably excited Xia Feng deep inside.

His eyes darkened slightly, and he pressed down on Freya's soft abdomen again.

He completely leaned against her, his thin lips approaching her delicate earlobe, and he chuckled evilly: "Ms. Fu, go ahead and scream. Sadly, in this wilderness, even if you scream your throat hoarse, no one will come to save you!"

".....!" Freya felt her scalp tightening even more, her heartbeat speeding up as if a large hand was tightly grasping her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

She turned her head and continued to glare, her tone bursting with anger: "Xia Feng! I had not expected you to be such a person—I was so wrong about you!!"

As soon as she finished her stern rebuke, she could feel Xia Feng behind her breathing more rapidly, his body becoming hot and scorching.

Her legs stiffened, and the man's hand that was pressing on her stomach from behind suddenly lifted, fiercely grabbing her delicate, cold cheeks, forcing her to tilt her face even higher.

Her crystal toes, barely touching the ground, exerted more force, turning pale at the tips.

Damn it, this bastard!

The student's deep voice entered her soft, hot earlobe intriguingly: "So Ms. Fu, what kind of person did you originally think I was?"

"I don't care what kind of person you originally were! Now you are just a pig rolling in filth, a disgusting insect, a person of lowly status!"

While angrily shouting in her cold tone, Freya labored to touch the ground. Indeed, she was getting angry. This bad student had captured her; why on earth did he lift her off the ground? It made her entire body uncomfortable and tense.

Hearing Ms. Fu suddenly swear so much, Xia Feng was taken aback for a moment, but catching her cold, beautiful eyes glimpsing over, filled with disgust and disdain,

"How about that, my pig of a student, didn't you enjoy being cursed by your teacher?"

".....!"

Seeing that her student was subdued, Freya coldly sneered, "Xia Feng, I'm giving you one last chance—let me go now! Otherwise, if Lord Yeli Dong finds out, you will have no place to be buried—hm~!"

Before she could finish her cold scolding, Xia Feng's index and middle fingers directly entered between her red lips.

Her wine-red beautiful eyes widened again, and her stunningly beautiful face visibly flushed a crimson hue.

"Heh~ I'm not interested in continuing to listen to your scoldings. It's time to get down to business, my dear Ms. Fu!"

Near her ears, Xia Feng's voice was faint, mocking as he pulled her delicate tongue with his fingers, facing the distant imaging stone, dangling it down.

Her beautiful face turned flushed.

"Come, Ms. Fu, give us a smile~"

Xia Feng deliberately tugged at her tongue, hugging her slender waist, and whispered in her ear, "The imaging stone is facing your husband; say hello to your husband."

The imaging stone could not live stream, but could only holographically record, and by the time Lord Yeli Dong watched the recording, it would indeed be like seeing the scene face-to-face.

Thinking of this, Freya unconsciously tensed her rounded thighs under her robe again, her barely touching, glowing toes bending even more intensely, her skin also becoming sensitive, feeling Xia Feng's hot breath behind her ears increasingly harsh.