Chapter 382: Punishment
Perhaps due to the difference in their figures, the woman in his embrace was slightly larger than Miss Mu. Xia Feng found she couldn’t be held entirely by one hand. He hadn’t noticed it before, but beneath her sacred dress, she possessed such greatness and vastness.
Perhaps this was the broad-mindedness befitting a deity. It truly astonished him. However, for some reason, Xia Feng inexplicably felt a chill, as if a biting winter had suddenly arrived, causing his heart to race. Miss Evil Dragon’s delicate shoulders, which had been quivering and shrinking, suddenly relaxed.
Just as Xia Feng was about to speak, Di Si’s majestic and indifferent voice made his heart tighten: “My believer, your yang energy has been leaked; you are no longer pure.”
Xia Feng’s breathing hitched. How could this be? Miss Evil Dragon could tell even this?! This was bad. Di Si, lying on her side without moving, opened her vertical pupils indifferently, “Xia Feng, your body and soul belong to me. But now, you are no longer a qualified believer of the Dragon God.”
“So, leave. Leave this place and in the future…”
“…don’t come back in,” Di Si said in a low voice, frowning, feeling a sharp pain in her chest. But the next moment, she sensed that the man behind her held her even tighter, pressing his body completely against hers, unwilling to let go.
She frowned and pursed her lips, “Aren’t you leaving yet?”
“Of course, I’m not leaving.”
“This is my command!”
“Oh.”
“…I command you to leave! Do not enter the Place of Seal again! Anyway, I’ve gotten used to it over the years; I don’t need one more believer.”
“Mm-hmm, Lord Dragon God, I know you don’t need believers, but your most loyal believer needs you.”
Xia Feng completely shed all pretense of modesty, hugging the star-skirt woman’s waist tightly and sighing mournfully, “Lord Dragon God, how could you bear to drive me out of the Place of Seal? If I encounter a life-and-death crisis in the future, I’ll have nowhere to seek refuge, or worse, be taken advantage of by the Evil Witch again and have my essence drained and tormented day and night?”
Di Si: “…”
“Your body is filled with the Evil Witch’s unholy aura. Was it her forcing you?”
“Not exactly. After she forced me, I also took the initiative a few times,” Xia Feng admitted truthfully.
“…”
“You leave!”
“Lord Dragon God, I understand. I have sinned, but as your most loyal believer, I will never leave you!” Xia Feng held the curved body in his arms tightly, his face already scraping the ground, speaking righteously.
“…”
Di Si’s breathing became rapid. She tilted her neck, feeling the man’s restless movements behind her, even daring to blaspheme against her divine body once more. She bit her lip; this believer was becoming more and more presumptuous! A bad believer!
The star-skirt rippled with golden waves, and Xia Feng was suddenly forcefully ejected from the divine seat, landing gently. The tall woman slowly sat up. The rumpled folds of the dress on her chest quietly smoothed out, and she sat upright on the divine seat, her divine eyes looking down.
Seeing this, Xia Feng pursed his lips and knelt on one knee, lowering his head, “Lord Dragon God, you are awake.”
But after saying this, the atmosphere became eerily silent, and Miss Evil Dragon did not speak for a long time. Xia Feng, suppressing his unease, raised his eyes in confusion. The woman on the divine seat quietly looked down. The dark gold cross command sword adorned her brow, giving her enchanting and beautiful little face an unparalleled majesty. Her indifferently condescending vertical pupils seemed to burn with sacred white flames, with a magnificent and desolate sacred white chasm splitting through the center.
This gaze… it seemed Miss Evil Dragon was truly angry this time, the kind that couldn’t be easily appeased. Xia Feng had a headache.
“My believer, you are no longer pure. Do you know your sin?” The dark gold cross command sword on the star-skirt woman’s brow and her coldly condescending, pale vertical pupils gave her an unassailable sacred aura. She lightly lifted her smooth jaw and asked softly.
Xia Feng blinked, his expression unchanged, cupping his fists respectfully, “Lord Dragon God, actually, I wanted to say that the Witch and I only have a pure physical relationship. Although my body has been defiled, my soul remains pure! It is still loyal only to you.”
“…Twisting words!”
Xia Feng continued earnestly, “Lord Dragon God, just like you and me, you have kissed me forcefully multiple times. This is clearly not intended to assault me, your believer, deliberately, but to help me remove the Evil Witch’s mark. You and I are in a pure divine-teacher-disciple relationship; neither you nor I would have any impure thoughts.”
Di Si: “…!”
“Similarly, my relationship with the Witch is the same. I just want to defeat her completely physically, to humiliate her! This also does not involve any impure thoughts…”
!
“So, Lord Dragon God, do you think I’m right?”
“You—!” Di Si parted her lips, displeased, “Twisting words!”
“Lord Dragon God, am I wrong? Do you have impure thoughts towards your only believer and deliberately used excuses to assault me multiple times?”
Listening to her believer’s every word, Di Si took a deep breath and raised a hand, pointing, “You leave.”
“…” Don’t always tell people to leave. Seeing that she wasn’t listening to his sophistry, Xia Feng helplessly lowered his head, “Alright, Lord Dragon God, I confess. I have committed grave sins. Whatever punishment you wish to mete out, I accept it all!”
“Punishment?” Di Si looked down from above. Her shapely, long legs, covered by her star-skirt, lifted slightly, and the sole of her foot stepped onto Xia Feng’s chest. “Is there any use in punishing you, a dirty believer?”
“Being so impure, no matter what methods are used, it can no longer be mended,” Xia Feng listened to the indifferent, indifferent voice of the woman on the divine seat. The long leg stepping on his chest extended from her slender calf to her fair thigh, with beautiful and sexy curves. Her toes slowly moved up his chest.
Xia Feng’s black eyes lifted, meeting the indifferent, downward-looking vertical pupils of the woman on the divine seat. Her jade-like, translucent toes gently hooked his jaw. He subconsciously wanted to reach up and grasp her arch, but he restrained himself, holding his head high, his exposed Adam’s apple bobbing.
To be honest, Miss Evil Dragon was quite terrifying when she was serious, reminding Xia Feng of how she was when she first awoke, like an supreme empress, with the power of life and death in a single thought, cold and unapproachable. Those indifferent, emotionless pale vertical pupils made Xia Feng’s neck tingle, and his heart raced.
Di Si looked down at her believer’s somewhat weak face. The light of his soul was dimmer than before. Although not obvious, it was clearly the result of excessive intimacy with the Witch. A person’s soul is divided into spirit particles, spirit bases, and spirit substance. The deepest spirit substance stores what is known as Yin Yang Qi.
The color of the believer’s spirit substance was previously pure white, representing upright yang energy. But now, the pure white was largely contaminated by a pitch-black, cold darkness, which was entirely the Witch’s evil aura! What a dirty believer. Di Si’s vertical pupils held a dangerous, cold glint, narrowing eerily.
As Xia Feng looked up, his black eyes also contracted sharply because the Dragon Tail beneath the star-skirt of the woman on the divine seat had, unnoticed, slithered out. Like a cool, soft giant snake, it coiled around his lower legs, instantly binding his thighs at the root! Tightening! He lost his balance and knelt on both knees. The pale Dragon Tail left only a small, soft tip sticking out, hovering at his waist, seemingly eager to move.
