I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 1002. Miss Evil Dragon, I Want to Offer You My Tail!
The throne of God is near.

Xia Feng bowed slightly, his head respectfully lowered, but he was drenched in sweat.

Neither of the two dragon gods spoke on their thrones; their pale, vertical pupils simply stared at him silently.

The dragon tails trailing beneath the star-patterned skirt and the imperial skirt swayed to the left and then glided to the right in perfect sync.

The mere presence of a Dragon God was already incredibly imposing.
But now, with two dragon gods standing on either side, looking down at him with identical movements and expressions, Xia Feng felt a strange sense of suffocation and his mind became somewhat dazed.

It felt as if we were about to fall into an abyss at any moment.

"My followers, come forward." Finally, from his perspective, the dragon god in the imperial dress on his right spoke first, breaking the silence.

Upon hearing this, Xia Feng subconsciously wanted to take a step, but saw that the star-skirted dragon goddess on his left had calm eyes and a serene expression.

His heart skipped a beat, and his slightly raised right calf straightened again. He stood silently, motionless.

The Dragon God in the Imperial Skirt frowned almost imperceptibly: "Did you hear that? Come forward."

Xia Feng lowered his head and remained motionless.

"Alright, come on up." The woman in the star-patterned dress said calmly from the left.

The moment he finished speaking, Xia Feng moved, quickly stepping forward without the slightest hesitation.

The woman in the imperial dress froze, her dragon tail swaying and sliding on the ground: "!!"

Xia Feng stood directly in front of the two dragon gods, bowing respectfully, and asked, "Your Excellency Dragon God, what are your orders?"

The Dragon Goddess in the Imperial Skirt, whose dragon tail had been stiff, began to sway left and right again, seemingly unaware of Xia Feng's attitude, and spoke first: "This time I helped you suppress the Goddess of Flower and perfect the Gui Blade, how will you thank me?"

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To be honest, after everything that had happened, Xia Feng had indeed come to accept the fact that the remnant spirit was indeed the Dragon God.
But ultimately, it is different from the original body. Now that the original body is right in front of him, he dares not get too close to this remnant spirit in front of Miss Evil Dragon.

He can still distinguish between the two kings.

After thinking for a moment, he bowed respectfully to the woman in the imperial dress and said, "Please tell me how you would like to thank Your Majesty."

The Empress pursed her lips, her pale, vertical pupils staring silently at the believer, and uttered the words she had said countless times in her memory: "Come forward and ease my suffering."

Ever since Xia Feng used the [Original Godhood] to ambush her, transferring a small portion of the sealing power of his original body into her body and forcing her to bear some of the pain for his original body, she has been tormented every day for the past few days.

As she spoke, she lowered her long legs, which had been folded beneath her imperial skirt, and sat up, bringing them together.

It was clear that Xia Feng was to straddle her, just like in his memory, gripping her wrists above his head, both respectful and brazenly defiling her!
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However, as soon as she finished speaking, the taciturn original body, who had been quiet since waking up, spoke again in a low voice: "Believer, it has been a long time since you have helped me alleviate my suffering."

After saying that, the Empress watched as Xia Feng turned around, completely ignoring her expectant gaze, and walked straight to the woman in the star-patterned dress.

She watched as the believer, holding the woman in the star-patterned dress by the shoulders, climbed onto the throne like a docile puppy under the woman's indifferent gaze. He straddled the woman's lap, leaned down to kiss her, but the woman grabbed his chin, causing him to tilt his face up like a dog.

For some reason, the Empress always felt that her pale, vertical pupils seemed to be glancing at her from the side, almost imperceptibly.

"!!!" She remained expressionless, the dragon tail beneath her imperial skirt quietly retracting into the darkness, her legs pressed together in silence.

She naturally understood that giving orders to believers in front of the true self was tantamount to humiliating herself.

But she just wanted to try it out, just in case.
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs." This despicable believer! I treated him so well, yet he showed no gratitude whatsoever; all he cared about was his true self!
I am clearly his divine master.

Why can't he?
Serving each other. Serving the main body while also serving me is acceptable.

Strange thoughts flashed through her mind as she saw the woman in the star-patterned dress reach behind the believer's waist to grab the dragon's tail, while simultaneously lifting the believer's chin high and giving him a disdainful look with her vertical pupils. The believer offered no resistance whatsoever.

The Empress sensed the punitive and sadistic intent in the depths of the original body's eyes, which made her even more nervous. What exactly did the original body intend to do? Don't break your followers!
The believers still did not resist.

The original body is so evil, why doesn't he resist? This is completely different from the believers she had in mind.

In her memory, Xia Feng didn't like doing this kind of thing; he would glare at her angrily. He would never be so proactive.

The blinding sight entered her vertical pupils, and especially at such close range, she could perceive it even more clearly.
He's so proactive!
How could this be?
Just as the Empress was on the verge of collapse, Xia Feng was also on the verge of collapse. Of course, he didn't like being followed.

But the evil dragon lady stared at him indifferently with her pale vertical pupils, ordering him to release his dragon tail. The terrifying feeling that the boundless negative emotions that had been accumulating for months were about to erupt at any moment made Xia Feng dare not disobey in the slightest, and he obediently released his dragon tail.

The woman in the star-patterned dress gripped his chin, her red lips close to his ear, her voice as holy and indifferent as ever: "My believer, how long have you been having relations with my remnant spirit?"

"!" Xia Feng's scalp tightened as his tail was gripped. The voice of the Evil Dragon Lady grew colder in his ear, "Hmm?! Answer me, how long?"

"..." After not seeing each other for many months, Miss Evil Dragon's first question was about this matter. The audacious Xia Feng dared not answer for the first time, and only whispered, "Lady Di Si, let's begin."

"Start with what?"

"Your Majesty, your loyal follower, Xia Feng, offers his tail to you."

"Hmph! This time it was your own initiative; I didn't force you."

"Yes, Your Majesty, this time it was I, this filthy believer, who could not restrain my lustful desires and wished to be thoroughly violated by you."

Xia Feng put his arm around the woman in the star-patterned dress and whispered a plea, or rather, a comfort, in her ear.

At least in Xia Feng's view, these were words of comfort, because he found that Miss Evil Dragon seemed to care a lot about the fact that his first and even second tail intercourse had been taken away by the remnant spirit.

Although the silent rage remained suppressed beneath the Dragon God's Eyes, Xia Feng still sensed the terrifying aura emanating from it, causing his soul to tremble with fear involuntarily.

So he had no choice but to agree to all of Miss Evil Dragon's subsequent requests, and even actively try to please her in order to make up for the inexplicable guilt in his heart.

Her red lips, like jelly, fell across her face. As their noses met, her exquisite face remained as holy and majestic as ever. The dark gold cross between her brows radiated divinity, and her narrow, vertical pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, as if a flicker of emotion had passed through them.

The woman in the star-patterned dress sat quietly, peacefully enjoying the devout service of her followers. Beneath the dress, the dragon's tail swayed faster and faster, moving left and right.

However, she refrained from letting her slender arms embrace the believer's broad back.

She hid her hands in her sleeves, clenching them tightly to suppress her cheerful whimpering. Her vertical pupils glanced almost imperceptibly to the left.

Their eyes met perfectly, just like the woman in the imperial dress's vertical pupils.

The woman in the imperial dress stared at her calmly, seemingly unconcerned, but the stopped dragon tail, the tense shoulders and back, the stiff lips, and even the slightly rapid breathing all indicated her mental breakdown.

She didn't know why she disliked the things that happened between her remnant spirit and the believers, even though she could synchronize with the remnant spirit's memories and feelings with just a thought.

But I'm just not happy.
Even seeing the remnants of a spirit doesn't make me happy!
Suddenly, the woman in the imperial dress stood up and walked quickly toward her.

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do what?!

(End of this chapter)