I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch
Chapter 650 - 650: 618. Start

Freya's slender eyelashes hung low, her eyes a turbid blush, indecipherable and complex.

She could feel the feverish heat of her cheeks, and even sense some unbecoming desire burgeoning deep within.

Dragon Blood coursed through her veins, boiling at that moment; her draconic nature sparked an insatiable thirst, a fire raged, and a tempting glimmer flashed then vanished within her typically cold, red pupils.

Xia Feng was startled as he grasped Freya's delicate shoulders, feeling a slight sting in his earlobes. The woman's ambiguous breaths rushed urgently into his ears, as if restrained impatience was becoming unbearable.

The string of reason tightened to its limit, about to snap at any moment.

"Ms. Fu..."

Freya snapped back to reality and, after a two-second pause, lifted her head, staring sternly at the close-up black pupils of her student and said seriously, "You little brat, have you thought about one thing?"

"What?"

"According to the plan, we would be covered with a quilt to hide the fact that there is actually no intercourse. But what if Lord Yeli Dong lifts the quilt?"

"Hmm… right, what do we do?" Xia Feng pondered; indeed, this possibility existed.

He glanced at the dark grey quilt on the sofa. Actually, it was a Divine Relic prepared by Sword Heart, with the power to prevent almost all prying abilities.

If wrapped around them, it could stop nearly any manner of voyeuristic powers.

But if Lord Yeli Dong insisted on lifting the quilt to see what was underneath, even if the ground was splattered with filthy stains, they would still be exposed.

"So, you little brat, you need to take off your pants," Freya said calmly.

"...Take them off?"

"Yes."

"What about you, Ms. Fu?"

"I'm taking mine off too."

"...Are you sure?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get on with it!" Freya always spoke her mind, acted decisively, and never hesitated.

Rip—

Freya forcibly shattered Xia Feng's pants.

...

Freya sat up straight again.

She wore a noble red dress that perfectly contoured her figure, her waist cinched, buttocks taut, the dress slit high, her long, dazzlingly white legs intermittently visible.

From the side, the profile was like peaks and valleys, exuding a noble and refined air.

But without anything to cover up.

Xia Feng's core could clearly sense, beneath the pressure of the red dress, a hint of moisture.

Freya's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and without changing her expression, she looked down sternly at Xia Feng: "When Lord Yeli Dong returns, I'll just do this, how about it?"

"....." Ms. Fu's graceful figure was enthralling, Xia Feng's heartbeat faltered, his core became fierce, and after a two-second stare into those resolute beautiful eyes, he stroked his chin and earnestly doubted,

"Teacher, this still... might not work. After all, you're still clothed; it doesn't look like anything has happened."

Freya's eyelids trembled, "That's true."

She pursed her lips, nodded, and her right hand reached into the dress, doing something unknown.

...

Xia Feng's pupils unconsciously dilated.

Freya looked at her student's almost flaming gaze, her lips pursed, her expression ice-cold and unvarnished. She leaned into his ear and whispered softly, "Is this alright?"

Then she clearly saw Xia Feng's face visibly start to redden, his eyes looking as if they wanted to devour her whole.

Freya pretended not to notice Xia Feng's expression, hugged the little brat's neck, and leaned close to his ear, whispering softly, "Don't move, be good, okay?"

"!"

Behind the sofa on the side table, aside from some office documents and books, there stood a photo frame.

In the frame, a man and a woman stood side by side: the man dressed in a neat and elegant pure white suit, the woman in a noble and pure grand wedding gown, both standing on the wedding podium.

It was a photoshopped wedding picture of her and Lord Yeli Dong.

After all, she had never even entered the hall that year, dragged her wedding dress, and ran away.

Freya stared at the wedding dress photo, her ruby-colored pupils slightly narrowed, coldly nipping at Little Feng's trembling neck with her pretty teeth, biting gently on Xia Feng's earlobe.

"Gulp—" Xia Feng realized that Ms. Fu was really... too provocative. His Adam's apple bobbed as he pretended to be puzzled in a faint voice, "Ms. Fu, are you still acting?"

Freya seemed not to have heard the student's confusion, glancing down with her beautiful eyes.

Her red lips instinctively moved to the naughty boy's Adam's apple, pecking lightly like a little bird. Her cold and beautiful face turned even more flushed, her pupils a dark red color, nearly diffusing.

Seeing that she ignored him, Xia Feng raised his eyebrows, persistently asking again, "Are you still acting?"

"How is it not that?" Freya had actually always wanted to try the feeling of Xia Feng's throat, but before, due to her status and face, she hadn't dared, but now... she continued to encroach upon the student with a cold tone, "We will act like this later, any problem with that?"

...

Xia Feng gently wrapped his arms around Freya's slender waist, letting her sniff around his neck at will.

Freya waited for a full minute but found that Xia Feng did not make any further excessive moves.

She was completely impressed in her heart, asking him not to move and he really didn't move, huh?

She lifted her stern little face, looking displeased as she looked down, "Am I the only one moving, you don't move at all? How would Lord Yeli Dong be able to tell that it's you bullying me?"

"If someone didn't know better, they would think the teacher is encroaching upon you, right?"

Isn't it the case? Xia Feng thought sarcastically within himself, but still maintained an earnest and innocent facade, "Ms. Fu, I have always respected my teachers and would not overstep. See, I haven't, yet you're not satisfied..."

"Daring to talk back?" Freya raised an eyebrow, pinched his chin and lifted it as if she didn't plan to be reasonable.

"....." Xia Feng was beginning to realize this woman was addicted to playing the role of his teacher, insisting on using that identity to oppress him.

"Alright, alright, my fault, I won't talk back." Xia Feng helplessly cooperated with Freya, "So, when Lord Lidong returns, we'll act like this?"

Freya looked at Xia Feng's face, which had long since lost the immaturity of his Weiyang Academy days, becoming more mature, contemplated for a moment, and lowered her eyelids, casting a shadow, shaking her head,

"This could still give us away. If Lord Lidong really decides to lift the blanket and finds 'you' still outside, he might still doubt the authenticity of this."

"?" To this extent, who would doubt its authenticity? Xia Feng's eyebrow twitched slightly, but seeing Ms. Fu's serious nonsense with a cold little face, he still nodded silently, blinking earnestly in agreement,

"Hmm, makes sense!"

"Then... Ms. Fu, what should we do next?"

"....." Freya didn't expect that after speaking so frankly, the bad student would still play dumb with her. Irritated inside, she replied calmly and coldly, saying bluntly, "Naturally, it's for you, Little Feng, to truly enter inside."

"Ah?"

Xia Feng's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe she was that kind of person, "Ms. Fu, you wouldn't be trying to take advantage of your student, would you?"

"——!" That little rascal! Freya's serious expression flickered as she rebuked sharply, "Xia Feng! What do you take your teacher for!"

"If it wasn't for your desire to help Lord Yeli Dong achieve Holy Release, do you think I would be willing to do this with you?"

Freya turned her hips slightly, her cheeks flushed, eyebrows knitted displeased, "Don't be ungrateful."

"....Okay—" Xia Feng didn't plan to stoop to the level of this hypocritical perverted teacher, smiling, "I'm the ungrateful one; I'm at fault. You're really just concerned and caring for your student, willing to let me in."

Freya's normally dignified expression grew somewhat stiff, but she still put on a brave face, her cold voice saying, "Knowing that is good."

Righteously speaking, she sat up slightly.

Xia Feng couldn't help but follow her gaze downward.

"Ms. Fu, do you know how to start such things?"

"Shut up!"

"Am I the teacher, or are you the teacher? Wouldn't a teacher know such things?" Freya said disdainfully.

She wasn't a fool; even if she hadn't done it before, she could guess it was just... that.

It shouldn't be hard to do.

...

Both were tense.

But just as they were about to start, and Freya was somewhat muddled, she looked up as if sensing something.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the young man with heterochromia in a wheelchair had appeared at some point on the round platform outside the window.

Separated by a ten-meter-high glass, Sword Heart pushed the wheelchair, slowly approaching them.