I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 575. Acting
"Then?"

Freya raised her gaze slightly and looked at the student.

"Ye Lidongjun naturally wouldn't apologize, so afterwards, that puppet that looks exactly like you would forcibly kiss me, film the scene, and send it to Ye Lidongjun."

Xia Feng took two more steps forward and came directly in front of the woman.

His prominent breasts pushed up the pure white collar, their full curves almost touching his chest.

Xia Feng stared straight ahead without changing her expression, her cold and beautiful face slightly tilted up, her brows furrowed as she stared at him seriously.

Freya noticed that the student seemed to have grown a little taller, and his face and demeanor were more mature. Even though only a little over a year had passed, the childishness of the student had completely disappeared.

Her wine-red eyes, slightly raised, remained calm: "But now that you've destroyed the puppet, the plan can no longer continue."

Xia Feng lowered his gaze.

Her long, wine-red hair was tied up and hung from her slender shoulders, reaching down to the clouds. Her crimson scabbard was held firmly among the clouds and peaks, like a heavenly sword that suppressed mountains and rivers.

Under Ms. Fu's watchful gaze, he slowly reached out and gripped the hilt of the knife.

Teacher Fu instinctively hugged her tightly.

Xia Feng merely glanced at her before forcefully removing the long sword, forcing her to let go and losing the source of her sense of security.

"clatter--"

Freya glanced instinctively at the long sword leaning against the wall, but before she could say anything, the students nearby had already pounced on her.

Her wrists were forcibly pressed against the stone wall above her head, her snow-white neck tilted back, and her pupils dilated slightly.

Xia Feng looked at the cold and beautiful face so close to his eyes.

Beneath her wine-red contact lenses was a captivating beauty mark. Her expression was tense, seemingly angry, and her face was stern as she reprimanded him displeasedly, "Xia Feng, what are you doing!"

Xia Feng could feel the soft pancake on his chest, which he had pressed down, like two moons in the sky, which he had easily suppressed.

His heart was inexplicably racing, but he put on a serious face and said in a deep voice as if making a suggestion, "Teacher Fu, since the puppet is gone, I'll do it myself. What do you think of this idea?"

"I am your teacher!" Freya maintained her stern expression, her brows furrowed in seriousness.

But before she could say anything more, Xia Feng had already picked up the binding tools that had been prepared on the ground.

It consists of two long chains of magnetic locking rings that seal spiritual pressure, and a memory stone.

Xia Feng tossed the memory stone far away, then turned back and instructed, "Teacher Fu, you're in a great state right now. Remember to be even angrier later and act like you're utterly disappointed in your student."

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

The words came to an abrupt halt, as Xia Feng had forcibly fastened the lock rings to her wrists, and then the other end of the chain was thrown into the air, embedding itself in the stone wall at the top of the cave.

Her arms were forced open in a starfish shape, her body slowly lifted ten centimeters off the ground, her toes barely touching the ground beneath her loose martial arts uniform.

Her cold, beautiful face tightened, and after struggling for a moment, Xia Feng had already circled around to the stone steps behind her and suddenly pressed himself against her.

Her long legs beneath her robe instinctively came together, her toes pressing slightly against the ground. A deep, masculine voice sounded beside her ear, mocking and utterly disrespectful: "Teacher Fu, I never thought you'd have a day like this~"

"?" Xia Feng used to be quite respectful to her, and Freya was a little unaccustomed to his current tone. Just as she was about to turn her head, Xia Feng's earnest voice transmission rang in her mind: "Teacher, don't be stunned, react."

Seeing that the silly teacher was still in a daze, Xia Feng started using the image-capturing stone as soon as he had a thought, while simultaneously pressing his hand against her flat stomach, leaning forward forcefully, and whispering a smile in her ear:
"What's wrong, Teacher Fu? You haven't seen your students for so long, do you not recognize them?"

"!" Freya immediately felt a burning sensation shoot from her tailbone to the back of her neck. She tilted her slender neck back, her ears burning red with embarrassment and anger. She turned her head and glared angrily, her cold and beautiful face covered with frost: "You bastard—get out of my way!"

As she spoke, she began to twist her waist from side to side, struggling desperately.

For some reason, seeing Teacher Fu like this, Xia Feng felt a strange excitement deep inside!

His eyes darkened slightly as he pressed down hard on Freya's soft abdomen again.

He pressed his body against hers, his thin lips close to her delicate earlobe where strands of hair fell loose, and chuckled wickedly: "Teacher Fu, go ahead and scream, but unfortunately, in this desolate wilderness, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you!"

"!" Freya's scalp tightened, and her heart pounded faster and faster, as if a large hand was gripping her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

She turned her head, glaring angrily, her tone utterly furious: "Xia Feng! I never expected you to be this kind of person. I really misjudged you!!"

As soon as she finished speaking those stern words, she felt Xia Feng behind her breathing rapidly and his body become hot and burning.

Her thighs stiffened. The man's large hand, which had been pressing down on her lower abdomen from behind, suddenly rose and gripped her cold, pretty face, forcing her to tilt her head back even higher.

The glistening toes, straining against the ground, exerted even more force, until the pads of their toes turned white.

Damn it, that bastard!

The student's deep voice whispered into her soft, burning ear, with great interest: "So, Ms. Fu, what kind of person did you originally think I was?"

"I don't care what kind of person you were before! Now you're just a pig in a cesspool, a disgusting worm, a lowly piece of trash!"

With a cold, angry voice, Freya struggled to keep her ground steady. She was indeed quite angry. Why did this bad student have to drag her off the ground when he was imprisoning her, making her feel uncomfortable and tense all over?

Startled by Ms. Fu's sudden outburst of profanity, Xia Feng was momentarily stunned. Before he could react, he saw her cold, beautiful face glance at him, her wine-red pupils filled with disgust and contempt.

"What's wrong, my pig-like student? You didn't get a good scolding from the teacher, did you?"

".!"

Seeing that the student was intimidated by her, Freya sneered: "Xia Feng, I'm giving you one last chance. Now, release me immediately! Otherwise, if Ye Lidong finds out, you will die a horrible death—ugh~!"

Before she could finish her cold reprimand, Xia Feng inserted his index and middle fingers directly between her red lips.

Her wine-red contact lenses widened again, and her stunningly beautiful face was visibly flushed.

"Ha~ I have no interest in listening to your scolding any longer. It's time to get down to business, my dear Ms. Fu!"

Xia Feng's voice was faint and mocking in her ear. Her small, fragrant tongue was pulled out by Xia Feng's fingers and hung down, facing the memory stone in the distance.

Her cool, beautiful face flushed.

"Come on, Ms. Fu, smile!"

Xia Feng deliberately tugged at her tongue, put his arm around her slender waist, and chuckled in her ear, "Your husband is right across from the photo stone. Say hello to him."

The recording stone cannot be used for live streaming, but can only be used for holographic recording. When Ye Lidongjun watches the recording, it will be as if he is seeing the scene here face to face.

Thinking of this, Freya's round thighs under her robe tensed up again, her pink toes, barely touching the ground, curled up even more, her skin became sensitive, and she could feel Xia Feng's hot breath behind her ear becoming heavier and heavier.

(End of this chapter)