I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 382. Punishment
Perhaps it's because of my body shape.

The woman in his arms was slightly larger than Miss Mu.

It's impossible to master it completely with one hand.

Xia Feng had never realized before that beneath this sacred robe lay such greatness and vastness.

Perhaps this is the magnanimity that gods should possess.

It really surprised him.

However, for some reason, Xia Feng inexplicably felt a chill.

It felt like a sudden, bitterly cold winter had arrived, and his heart pounded wildly.

Miss Evil Dragon's slender shoulders, which had been trembling slightly, suddenly relaxed.

Just as Xia Feng was about to say something, Di Si's majestic and indifferent voice made his heart tighten immediately: "My believer, your virginity has been depleted, and you are no longer pure."

Xia Feng's breath hitched slightly. How could this be? How could Miss Evil Dragon see through that?!
Finished
Di Si lay motionless on her side, her narrowed vertical pupils indifferent: "Xia Feng, your body and soul belong to me, but now, you are no longer a qualified believer of the Dragon God."

"So you should leave, get out of here, and never go back."

"Don't come in again." Di Si frowned and said in a low voice, feeling a sharp pain in her heart.

But the next moment, she sensed that the man behind her was holding her even tighter, pressing his body against hers completely, unwilling to let her go.

She frowned and pursed her lips: "Aren't you leaving?"

"Of course I'm not leaving."

"This is my order!"

"Oh."

"I command you to leave! Do not enter the sealed land again! Anyway, I have gotten used to it over the years, and I won't miss one more believer."

"Yes, Dragon God, I know that you don't need believers, but your most loyal believers need you."

Xia Feng completely abandoned all pretense of decency, clinging tightly to the woman in the star-studded dress, and lamented, "Lord Dragon God, can you bear to banish me from the sealed land, leaving me with nowhere to hide in the face of life-or-death crises, or to be tormented by the evil witch again, being squeezed dry day and night?"

Di Si: "."

"You are filled with the evil aura of a witch. Was it all forced upon you by that witch?"

"No, that's not it. After she forced me, I took the initiative a few times as well," Xia Feng said honestly.

"."

"you go!"

"Lord Dragon God, I understand, I am guilty, but as your most loyal believer, I will never leave you!" Xia Feng held the curvaceous body tightly in his arms, his face completely shameless, speaking with righteous indignation.

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Di Si's breathing quickened. She tilted her head back, feeling the restless movements of the believers behind her, who even tentatively profaned her divine body once again.

She bit her lip; this believer was getting more and more outrageous!

He's a bad believer!
The star-studded skirt rippled with golden waves, and Xia Feng was suddenly forced off the divine throne, landing gently on the ground.

The tall woman slowly sat up, the rumpled dress on her chest quietly smoothing out. She sat upright on the throne with her legs together, her divine eyes looking down at the woman.

Seeing this, Xia Feng pursed his lips, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head: "Lord Dragon God, you are awake."

After saying that, the atmosphere became eerily quiet, and Miss Evil Dragon remained silent for a long time. Xia Feng calmed his unease and looked up in confusion.

The woman on the throne gazed down silently, a dark gold cross-shaped sword adorning her brow, giving her captivatingly beautiful face an air of supreme majesty. Her indifferent, disdainful vertical pupils seemed to burn with holy white flames, cleaving a holy white, ghostly canyon in the center, magnificent and desolate.

That look in her eyes... it seems Miss Evil Dragon is truly angry this time, the kind that can't be appeased.

Xia Feng had a headache.

“My believer, you are already impure, do you know your sin?”

The woman in the star-patterned dress possessed an aura of sacred authority that was both imposing and unassailable, with a dark gold cross-shaped sword between her brows and pale, vertical pupils that looked down at her with a cold, condescending gaze. She slightly raised her smooth chin and questioned him in a calm voice.

Xia Feng blinked, his expression unchanged, and respectfully clasped his hands, saying, "Lord Dragon God, what I really want to say is that my relationship with the witch is purely physical. Although my body has been defiled, my soul remains pure! I am still loyal only to you."

".quibble!"

Xia Feng continued earnestly, "Dragon God, just like you and me, you repeatedly forced kisses on me. This was clearly not to deliberately violate me, your believer, but to help me remove the evil witch's mark. Your relationship with me is that of a pure god and disciple. Neither of us would have the slightest dirty thoughts."

Di Si: ".!"

"Similarly, my relationship with the witch is the same. I only want to physically defeat and humiliate her! There is not a single dirty thought involved."

"So, Lord Dragon God, do you think I'm right?"

"You—!" Di Si opened her mouth, displeased: "Lies!"

"Lord Dragon God, am I wrong? Do you harbor filthy thoughts about your only believer and have repeatedly used excuses to violate me?"

Listening to the believer's words, Di Si took a deep breath and pointed her finger: "Go."

"Don't just tell people to leave so easily." Seeing that she wouldn't listen to his sophistry, Xia Feng helplessly lowered his head: "Alright, Dragon God, I confess my sins. I am guilty of heinous crimes. I will accept whatever punishment you wish to give me!"

"Punishment?" Di Si looked down at him, her long, shapely legs, hidden beneath her star-studded dress, lifting slightly to place her foot on Xia Feng's chest. "What use is there in punishing a filthy believer like you?"

"Such impurity cannot be remedied by any means." Xia Feng listened to the indifferent voice of the woman on the throne. Her long legs, which were slender and white, were beautifully curved and sexy as she stepped on his heart. Her toes slowly moved up his heart.

Xia Feng raised his dark eyes, which met the indifferent vertical pupils of the woman on the throne. Her crystal-clear toes, like jade pomegranates, gently lifted his chin.

He instinctively wanted to reach up and grab the arch of his foot, but he held back, tilting his head back and his exposed Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

To be honest, Miss Evil Dragon is quite frightening when she gets serious, which reminds Xia Feng of when she first awakened, when she was like an unparalleled empress, with the power of life and death in the blink of an eye, and no one dared to approach her.

Those pale, emotionless vertical pupils sent a chill down Xia Feng's spine and made his heart pound.

Di Si looked down at the believer's somewhat weak face. The light of his soul was dimmer than before. Although it was not obvious, it was clearly the result of excessive intercourse with the witch.

A person's soul is divided into spiritual particles, spiritual foundation, and spiritual matter, with the deepest spiritual matter storing what is called yin and yang energy.

The believers' spiritual essence was previously pure white, representing righteous yang energy. But now, the pure white has been mostly polluted by the pitch-black coldness, which is all the evil aura of the witch!

What filthy believers!

Di Si's vertical pupils exuded a dangerous coldness, and were eerily narrowed.

As Xia Feng looked up, his dark pupils also contracted sharply, because the dragon tail under the goddess's star-patterned skirt had somehow slipped out.

Like a cool, soft snake, it coiled around his calves, instantly binding his thighs!

Tighten!

He lost his strength and fell to his knees.

Only a small, soft tip of the pale dragon's tail remained, hovering precariously in front of his waist, poised to strike.
(End of this chapter)