I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 325 - 300. Mu Qingtong’s Humiliating Day!
In the grand center of the stage, Miss Mu, in a graceful black dress, held the microphone as her singing voice gradually rose.
Fans became more and more fanatic, with tens of thousands of glowing sticks waving, creating a tide that pushed the atmosphere of the venue towards a climax.
Everyone was immersed in Mu Qingtong's singing, but Xia Feng was not listening at all; he even felt that her voice was a bit off-key.
"Miss Mu, I'm suddenly a bit curious," Xia Feng said, looking at the dazzling woman in black in the center of the stage, "do your avatar and your senses share a connection?"
His black pupils flickered with an unusual light as he asked.
Mu Qingtong: "..."
After a moment of silence, she helplessly transmitted her voice, "Mr. Xia, with so many people watching, I suggest you'd better not stir up trouble."
"Oh?" Seeing that there was a hint of relenting in Mu Qingtong's tone, Xia Feng became even more excited. He placed his hand on her slender waist, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Give me a reason not to stir things up?"
"None!" responded Mu Qingtong, expressionless.
"Good, you've got spunk."
Xia Feng's black pupils narrowed, and suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped the fabric of the black dress, the audible crisp 'pia' sound coming from the full moon's curve underneath the material.
"!" Mu Qingtong, still contemplating her strategy, saw her cool and beautiful eyes freeze.
In the venue, the singing of the woman in the black dress on the stage had an almost imperceptible tremor. She casually glanced over at Xia Feng, expressionless.
Xia Feng smiled, raised an eyebrow, and gave a provoking look that was asking for a beating as he made eye contact with Mu's clone.
Mu Qingtong felt like she was on fire inside—she really, really wanted to beat this guy up! Enduring the tingling sensation in her waist and hips, she looked towards the outside of the wardrobe; the people of Golden Sparrow showed no reaction at all.
In a state of Concealment, any large movement would give her away and be noticed by others.
However, the moment Mr. Xia raised his hand and forcefully spanked her bottom, the two of them directly entered the Different Space of the Nash Saintly Armor—Holy Knight Space. As soon as his palm was steady, they exited the Holy Knight Space. The whole operation flowed as smoothly as water, as if he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind.
She had to admit, Mr. Xia's sense of mischief was no less than her own.
"Miss Mu, just admit that you've fallen in love with me to the point of no return, and I'll let you off the hook. How about it?"
Xia Feng's smile-ridden words echoed in her mind, as Mu Qingtong's cool small face remained unusually calm, replying lightly, "Mr. Xia, you'd better consider the consequences. For every time you hit me, you're adding to your future humiliation and suffering—"
"Smack!" The slap resounded crisply, Mu Qingtong straightened her waist, clenching her fingers that were stroking Xia Feng's broad back—a taut face flush with annoyance.
Ordinarily, it might have been fine, but now, the other body she controlled was singing on stage. Although the clone wouldn't show any abnormality, the sensation under such scrutiny brought her a level of embarrassment like never before.
This sense of shame made her very angry; shame is a form of humiliation, and she couldn't accept it!
Clearly, another charge was added to Xia Feng's list of offenses!
"Mr. Xia, you are so dead."
"Ho, Miss Mu, who only talks big, is the cutest~" Xia Feng deliberately leaned over to whisper in her ear with a light laugh, then raised his hand for another firm slap, smack!
"You are so dead!"
"Smack!"
"You're going to die—"
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"Smack!"
"You—"
"Smack!"
Mu Qingtong: "..."
Today marked the grand finale of the Spiritual Song competition, the day she was to be crowned the queen of song and complete the Spiritual Artifact project, yet it was also destined to be her most humiliating day.
Before long, Mu Qingtong endured the continual humiliation and lewd violations by the man surnamed Xia, an Evil Cultist, and finally, the Spiritual Song competition drew to a close.
Amidst the screams of countless fans, Miss Mu's clone stepped down from the stage and quickly arrived outside her room.
Just as she pushed the door to enter, a group of cloaked figures turned in unison, and a middle-aged man approached with a smile, kindly explaining the purpose of their visit.
"I'm very sorry, your excellency, but I've never received any news regarding a marriage arrangement."
Seated on the sofa, her black dress flowing over crossed legs, Mu Qingtong leaned back and lifted her eyes calmly, "The Mu family's decisions do not represent my own. Please, return to your Lord Kovis and tell him that I've already obeyed two arranged marriages by the family, there will not be a third."
The middle-aged butler narrowed his gray eyes and chuckled, "Lady Mu, you should understand that our master represents the Eighth Life of the Golden Sparrow lineage, an existence that a minor noblewoman like yourself can only look up to. Now that the opportunity has come, are you sure you don't want to seize it?"
The woman in the black dress gave the middle-aged man a glance, her lips curling faintly. Look up to him? Even Mr. Xia did not merit such regard from her.
"Snap!"
Caught off guard, a sudden numbness shot through her rear end; Mu Qingtong's fingers tightly clutched at Xia Feng's back from within the closet, her beautiful eyes fierce with indignation.
Xia Feng blinked, his face the picture of innocence, showing no recognition of wrongdoing.
Seeing that the woman in the black dress stayed silent, the middle-aged butler questioned softly, "Lady Mu, why do you refuse so? Is there perchance someone of lower status from the Weyang Institute you are concerned about?"
"The Weyang Institute?"
The woman in the black dress paused, then shook her head with a faint smile, "Don't overthink it, sir. My relationship with that lowly person isn't good, and besides, Xia Feng has now become a wanted criminal. What is there for me to be concerned about? Your master, in all respects, does indeed stand worlds apart from that Xia fellow; but I simply do not wish—"
"Do not wish for what?"
She hesitated momentarily before continuing, "—to be used as a tool for a marriage alliance again."
As she spoke, Mr. Xia's behavior became increasingly overbearing, slapping and kneading more forcefully.
But as Mr. Xia's actions grew more perverse, Mu Qingtong could sense that his emotions were somewhat...off-kilter, as if he were using this moment to vent some dissatisfaction.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, as if coming to an understanding, and the corner of her eye twitched with amusement.
Interesting, Mr. Xia, is this just a man's possessive desire towards all that he owns, or is it perhaps a hint of jealousy arising from a hidden affection?
If it truly was jealousy, then Mr. Xia was all too easily provoked.
She had merely compared Mr. Xia with Kovis, inadvertently praising Kovis a few times, and Mr. Xia's emotional response had been this significant.
Thinking this, Mu Qingtong, while conversing with the middle-aged butler, casually praised Kovis a few more times, commenting on how more handsome and powerful he was than Xia Feng...
No sooner had she finished speaking, Mr. Xia suddenly looked up, his black pupils fixating on her intensely, emotions roiling beneath the surface.
Was he really jealous? Mu Qingtong's eyes narrowed slightly, and just as she thought to say something with a light smile, she heard Xia Feng's amused voice through a whisper:
"Miss Mu, there's no need to test me, my actions are simply born of pure desire to possess."
As he spoke, he suddenly bent down and fervently kissed her slightly parted lips while his calm black eyes teased her through his whisper, "Tsk, you didn't think I was actually jealous just now, did you? That's why you let me have my way?"
Mu Qingtong: "..."
Did I misunderstand? Am I overthinking this?
"!!!" The man's deep black eyes were unfathomably deep, hiding emotions she couldn't decipher; Mu Qingtong felt nearly suffocated by the kiss, and today she felt...
It was indeed a dark and humiliating day!
Her attempts to discipline Mr. Xia had utterly failed in battle!
"Lady Mu?" the middle-aged butler called out, frowning. He found this woman strange; she always seemed to stop talking halfway through.
