I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 618 618. Beginning

Freya's long eyelashes drooped low, and her flushed eyes were unfathomable.

She could feel her face burning up rapidly, and she could even sense some unbearable desires growing in her heart.

The dragon blood flowing in her veins also boiled at this moment, and the dragon nature gave birth to endless desires. Karmic fire burned, and a dazzling light flashed in her cold red eyes.

Xia Feng was surprised and pressed down on Freya's slender shoulders, feeling a slight stinging pain in his earlobe. The woman's ambiguous fragrance rushed into his ear, as if she was impatiently trying to control herself.

The string of reason was stretched to its limit, threatening to snap at any moment.

"Teacher Fu"

Freya snapped back to reality, paused for two seconds before raising her head, stared at the student Kuro-tomi with a stern face, and said seriously, "You brat, have you ever thought about this?"

"what?"

"According to the plan, we will be covered with blankets to conceal the truth. But what if Ye Lidongjun lifts the blankets?"

"Hmm, right, what should we do?" Xia Feng thought about it and realized that this was indeed a possibility.

He glanced at the dark gray bedding on the sofa. This thing was actually a divine relic prepared by Kenshin, which had the ability to prevent prying eyes.

Covering yourself with it will prevent almost all spying abilities.

But if Ye Lidongjun insisted on lifting the bedding to see what was inside, even though the floor was covered with dirty water stains, the truth would still be revealed.

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

"Take it off?"

"Yes."

"And you, Teacher Nafu?"

"I'll take mine off too."

".you sure?"

"Enough with the nonsense, hurry up!" Freya always does what she says and acts swiftly without hesitation.

tear-

Freya forcibly ripped Xia Feng's pants apart.

Freya sat up straight again.

She wore a stunningly form-fitting red dress, with a slender waist, firm hips, and a high slit that revealed glimpses of her long, snow-white legs.

Viewed from the side, the mountains rise and fall, exuding a noble and elegant air.

Freya frowned slightly, her expression unchanged as she looked down at Xia Feng with a serious expression: "When Ye Lidongjun returns, I will do just that, how about it?"

"..." Teacher Fu's graceful figure was captivating, and Xia Feng's heart skipped a beat. After meeting her solemn and beautiful eyes for two seconds, he stroked his chin and earnestly raised his question:

"Teacher, this isn't enough. After all, you still have fabric on, so it doesn't look like you've already had sex."

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

She pursed her lips and nodded, then reached her right hand into her skirt, doing something unknown.

Xia Feng's dark eyes widened subconsciously.

Freya looked at the student's fiery black eyes, pursed her lips, her expression cold and unyielding, and whispered in his ear, "Is this alright?"

Then she clearly saw Xia Feng's face begin to turn red, and his eyes seemed to want to devour her alive.

Freya pretended not to see Xia Feng's expression, put her arm around the back of the brat's neck, and whispered in his ear, "Don't move, be good, okay?"

"!"

Behind the sofa, on the table, there are some office documents and books, as well as a picture frame.

The photo frame shows a man and a woman. The man is dressed in a well-fitting and elegant pure white suit, while the woman is wearing a noble and holy gorgeous wedding dress. They stand side by side on the wedding platform.

This is her wedding photo with Ye Lidongjun, but it looks like it was pieced together.

After all, she didn't even enter the hall back then; she just ran away in her wedding dress.

Freya stared at the wedding photo, her flushed red eyes slightly narrowed. Her cool, beautiful face brushed against Xia Feng's trembling neck, her pearly teeth gently biting his earlobe. "Gulp—" Xia Feng realized that Teacher Freya was really...too astringent. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he feigned confusion, asking in a low voice, "Teacher Freya, are you still acting?"

Freya seemed not to hear the student's question, and glanced down with her beautiful eyes.

Her red lips instinctively moved closer to the brat's Adam's apple, and she kissed him lightly like a bird pecking at his throat. Her cold and beautiful face became even more flushed, and her pupils were faintly tinged with a reddish hue.

Seeing that she ignored him, Xia Feng raised an eyebrow and persisted, asking, "Are you still acting?"

"Why not?" Freya had always wanted to experience the feeling of Xia Feng's Adam's apple, but she hadn't dared to before because of her status and pride. But now, as she continued to harass the student, her tone was icy. "We'll act like this later, okay?"

Xia Feng gently embraced Freya's slender waist, letting her sniff his neck.

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

She was completely convinced; he really did not move when she told him not to.
She raised her stern face and looked down at him unhappily: "Am I the only one moving? Aren't you going to do anything? How is Ye Lidongjun going to tell that you're the one bullying me?"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think the teacher was assaulting you!"

"Isn't that right?" Xia Feng thought to himself, but his face remained sincere and innocent. "Teacher Fu, I have always respected my teachers and would never overstep any boundaries. You see, I've done my part, but you're still not satisfied."

"You dare to talk back?" Freya raised an eyebrow, lifted his chin, and looked like she wasn't going to reason with him.

Xia Feng finally realized that this woman was addicted to being his teacher and insisted on using this identity to bully him.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I won't talk back." Xia Feng reluctantly cooperated with Freya. "So, when Ye Lidongjun comes back later, we'll act like this?"

Freya looked at Xia Feng's mature face, which had long since lost its childishness compared to his time at Weiyang Academy, pondered for a moment, lowered her eyelids, casting a shadow, pursed her lips, and shook her head:

“This will still give us away. If Ye Lidong really lifts the covers and finds ‘you’ still outside, he might still doubt the authenticity of this matter.”

"?" At this point, who would doubt its authenticity? Xia Feng's eye twitched slightly, but seeing Teacher Fu's aloof and serious face as she spouted nonsense, he silently nodded, blinking in sincere agreement.

"Well, that makes sense!"

"Teacher Naf, what should we do next?"

"." Freya hadn't expected that even after she'd gone this far, this naughty student would still pretend to be stupid. She was slightly annoyed, but remained calm and cold, saying bluntly, "Do you know a war tactic called 'playing it for real'?"

"what?"

Xia Feng's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he hadn't expected her to be this kind of person. "Teacher Fu, you're not planning to use this opportunity to toy with your student, are you?"

"—!" This little rascal! Freya's serious expression changed slightly, and she scolded sharply, "Xia Feng! What kind of person do you take your teacher for!"

"If you didn't want to help Ye Lidongjun complete the Saintly Understanding, do you think your teacher would be willing to do this with you?"

Freya swayed her hips slightly, her cheeks flushed, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed in displeasure. "Don't be ungrateful."

"Alright then." Xia Feng wasn't going to argue with this two-faced, perverted teacher. He smiled and said, "I was ungrateful. I'm guilty. Teacher, you were just being kind and caring towards your student."

Freya's solemn expression stiffened, but she still forced a smile and said coldly, "It's good that you know."

As she spoke with righteous indignation, she sat up slightly.

Xia Feng couldn't help but follow her right-hand gaze downwards.

"Teacher Fu, do you know how to begin?"

"Shut up!"

"Am I the teacher, or are you the teacher? Do you think a teacher wouldn't understand something like this?" Freya said dismissively.

She's not stupid. Even if she's never done it before, she can guess what needs to be done. It's just...

It shouldn't be difficult to do.

Both of them were on edge.

Just as it was about to begin, Freya's mind went blank for a moment, and she looked up as if she had sensed something.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window, a young man with heterochromia, sitting in a wheelchair, appeared on the arched platform outside the window.

Separated by a ten-meter-high glass partition, Kenshin slowly pushed his wheelchair toward the two of them.

(End of this chapter)