I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

Xia Feng had long been prepared for Jiang Qiue to have a trump card up her sleeve.

But he hadn't expected it to be this perverse.

Indeed, this blue-furred fox wasn't just sly, but also possessed a dark and twisted heart!

Xia Feng frowned and snatched the wooden carving away.

The carving was a cylindrical object about five centimeters tall, fine at the top and thick at the bottom, emitting a bluish glow, and the characters "Xia Feng" were engraved in the middle.

Eerily bizarre.

Xia Feng immediately threw the thing into the Nash Space to see if it could cut off its ability to operate.

"It's no use," Jiang Qiue said indifferently, "unless you destroy the Jiang character blue mark on your neck, I can manipulate your craving for motherhood at any time."

"There are only three women present, whose would you like?"

The woman in a blue dress held up her exquisitely beautiful face and asked him calmly, Xia Feng's dark pupils narrowed slightly, he took a deep breath, and said coldly,

"You might as well try."

Seeing him not threatened, Jiang Qiue pursed her lips, and her tone grew colder: "Alright, but I wonder what is your relationship with Cha Naixue."

Cha Naixue? Xia Feng was taken aback, but before he could say anything, next to the characters "Xia Feng" on the wooden carving, the characters "Cha Naixue" suddenly appeared.

"!!" Xia Feng's breathing hitched, and as his throat bobbed, he faintly smelled a sweet milky tea scent, and he looked up blankly.

He just so happened to catch sight of Cha Naixue's prominent peaks about to burst forth, the snow dress fabric etched with blooming ice plums stretched taut, like winter flowers blossoming.

He frowned, forced his gaze away, and looked up, meeting Cha Naixue's eyes that were narrowed in a mocking gleam.

Xia Feng's expression turned cold.

Cha Naixue quickly averted her gaze, retracting the disrespectful look.

Xia Feng cursed inwardly, this Motherhood Branch was also able to specify the object of desire? Damn it!

Jiang Qiue watched the exchange of glances between the two and understood that she had bet correctly. The relationship between Xia Feng and Cha Naixue wasn't good.

She couldn't possibly choose General Q, as General Q and Xia Feng were lovers, and would most likely not reject Xia Feng's craving for motherhood.

Naturally, she couldn't choose herself either, as that would be no different from actively seeking insult.

Therefore, the only choice in the room was Cha Naixue.

Of course, this method couldn't actually help her current predicament.

But as long as she could torment this detestable man, that was enough!

Subsequently, Xia Feng, this bastard, would slowly give in to his craving and sooner or later fall into the embrace of Cha Naixue's motherhood.

If General Q kills Cha Naixue directly because of this, all the better, and even if not, there's no loss to her.

"Da—Da—"

The nun on the couch finally uncrossed her long legs and stood up, walking over leisurely, passing by Xia Feng and picking up the bluish wooden carving from his hand.

Her fingertips lightly caressed the two lines of characters engraved on the carving: [Xia Feng][Cha Naixue]

Beneath the holy white cap, her red lips parted slightly, and she spoke softly, "Nine-tailed, you have one last chance to beg for mercy and submit."

Being directly addressed by her true identity, Jiang Qiue's gaze turned icy, and she changed her self-reference: "Since you know that I am Nine-tailed, you should understand that I can revive myself through suicide, and you can't stop me."

"Is that so? If you're not afraid of the Fallen Seal disintegrating, then you can give it a try."

"....." Jiang Qiue involuntarily frowned and fell into silence.

She hadn't expected this woman to have such a deep understanding of her situation.

Indeed, if she were to cut off another fox tail for resurrection, the Fallen Seal would have almost a 20% chance of collapsing.

Although this probability might not seem very high, she wouldn't take the risk unless it was suppressed below 0.1%.

According to her original plan, as long as she could absorb enough Dragon Blood, she would then be able to confidently cut off a tail without fearing the worsening of the Fallen Seal.

But to her surprise, an accident happened along the way. She had only absorbed enough Dragon Blood to suppress the deterioration caused by the last tail cut before Xia Feng betrayed her!

"Are you certain you don't want it lifted?" the nun asked in a calm voice, holding the wooden carving before her eyes, looking down from above.

Jiang Qiue's face was serene as she gave the woman a passing glance.

Seeing this, the nun nodded, bent down, and placed the wooden carving upright on the cold porcelain tiles, with the words "Xia Feng" and "Cha Naixue" carved on the left and right sides of the column, respectively, giving off a faint blue glow.

The nun patted Cha Naixue on her slightly bowed head and whispered her command, "Let her sit on it."

Saying so, the nun walked back to the couch at a measured pace.

Draped in white lace-trimmed long right leg crossed over her left, the solemn dark skirt hanging down, she picked up the book of "Dragon Language" and reclined once more.

The three standing there, including Xia Feng, were a bit dumbfounded.

Cha Naixue was the first to come to her senses. Glancing at the woman on the couch dressed in the nun's solemn attire, she pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and, without hesitation, went behind Jiang Qiue to lift the hem of her elegant pale green skirt.

"You—!" Jiang Qiue's usually composed fairy-like expression faltered, her voice trembling slightly, "Cha Naixue, have you lost your mind!"

"If I don't do this, then I'll be the one punished," a helpless, gentle whisper sounded in Jiang Qiue's ear, "So, just bear with it."

"Cha Naixue!!— " Seeing her protest, Cha Naixue promptly stuffed a purple pair of panties into her mouth.

"Mmm—"

"Don't worry, I won't get the position wrong."

"?!?!"

".....!" Watching this scene, Xia Feng's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and his neck stiffened as he slowly turned to look at the nun on the couch.

He suddenly realized that Miss Mu hadn't spoken to him since they met, not even giving him a proper glance.

This was quite different from the reunion he had envisioned.

He had imagined that Miss Mu would rush towards him with tearful eyes or, at the very least, with bitten lips ready to embrace him. And if not that... well, she would at least be curiously asking him where he had been these past few months, and about his resurrection.

Unfortunately, none of these happened.

Since their meeting, the woman had spoken several times to Jiang Qiue but hadn't said a word to him.

Xia Feng stood silently, staring at the nun on the couch.

The nun didn't look up to acknowledge his gaze, simply continuing to browse the pages of her book, as though lost in the world of "Dragon Language."

Xia Feng blinked, still staring at her.

But the nun just shifted her crossed legs. The round thigh beneath the black skirt edge was wrapped tightly by the white lace. Her slender fingers pinched the edge of the page and turned another.

Snow fluttered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and an old-fashioned oil lamp by the couch flickered with dim yellow light.

The living room was exceptionally quiet, with only the occasional sounds of pages turning and the rustling of clothes intermingling.

In addition, there were muffled sounds of anger from the ethereal female voice behind him.

Xia Feng's pupils narrowed slightly, as the space seemed filled with the sweet aroma of milky tea lingering at his nose, stirring an inner longing.

Suppressing the bizarre feeling of wanting to lick something, he stood in place for a moment. The nun on the couch remained silent, and so did he.

A few seconds later, Cha Naixue's hesitant voice came from behind him, "Little Feng, can you help me? I can't manage this alone; the alignment is off."

He frowned, turned around, and a ludicrous scene met his dark eyes.