novelraw Chapter 81
Chapter 81
81. The Curtain Falls
"Oh my my, isn't this the Dean? Why is your bottom so bright red?"
After Illusion left, those vines stopped moving. Zi Yan walked up to the tearful Anmir, and seeing those eyes that looked ready to spit fire, she felt absolutely delighted.
"Hey hey hey, lift that bottom up a bit more. Yes yes yes, right at that angle, perfect!"
Click!
The sight of eight Great Witches collectively getting their bottoms spanked was truly unprecedented. Zi Yan held up her phone, snapping furiously at those eight crimson buttocks, occasionally letting out a wicked giggle.
"Zi Yan, if you dare send those out, I swear I will kill you!"
Qingran's small face was completely flushed. She was the ice queen goddess that everyone in the Sword Academy worshipped. If photos of her getting spanked got out, she would lose her mind.
"Aaaaaah! Zi Yan! Delete them right now!"
Yan's eyes were literally shooting fire, and blazing flames covered her entire body, but they were completely useless against the vines binding her. All she could do was rage impotently at Zi Yan.
"Sigh, just destroy me now."
Zhuo Quan looked utterly defeated. Her already listless little face grew even more despondent. She called out to Zi Yan, "Remember to censor me, or at least share some of the attention."
"Waaah, Little White, I can't show my face anymore."
Tong Yan covered her flushed face with her hands, while beside her, Qiong Qi in human form struggled desperately, only to find the vines growing tighter, forcing her to howl in frustration.
"You fucking let us go right now, I'm the Dean!"
Anmir glared at Zi Yan with tear-filled eyes and roared.
Zi Yan curled her lips in disdain.
"So what if you're the Dean? The person I'm spanking IS the Dean!"
"You... what are you going to do?"
Anmir suddenly had a bad feeling. Zi Yan wore a wicked smile as she walked behind her, then delivered a fierce slap to that already impossibly red bottom.
Hmm, she had to admit, the feel was quite nice.
"Waaah, Zi Yan, I'm not done with you!"
Anmir was overcome with shame and fury, cursing up a storm as she cried even louder.
"Hehehe, the louder you cry, the more excited I get!"
Zi Yan was getting into it now, raising her pale palm and rapidly spanking away.
"So you wanted to steal my Bai Wei, huh? That was you, right? Let's see if you dare do that again!"
"And don't think I don't know what you've been up to behind my back. Were you planning to sell my Bai Wei to some obscure family, or maybe to the Witch Factory? You deserve a beating!"
Smack smack smack!
Anmir wailed like a ghost. The others all turned pale, biting their lips hard, terrified of making a sound that might draw Zi Yan's attention.
"Bastard, let her go, come at me!"
One of them was extremely anxious, a girl with ash-blonde hair. It was Phantom. Seeing Anmir get hit, her heart felt like it was being sliced apart. Her bound body thrashed violently.
"Hm? If you hadn't spoken, I would have forgotten about you. So, how do you like the body I gave you?"
Zi Yan's attention was successfully caught. She walked toward Phantom, but the hem of her clothes was bitten hard by Anmir.
"Don't hit her. If you want to hit someone, hit me."
Anmir's eyes were swimming with tears, but her gaze was resolute. She remembered that Phantom was afraid of pain, had always been afraid of pain back in the Servant Army. She couldn't bear to let Phantom suffer this physical torment again.
"Anmir, waaah..."
The two just looked at each other, whimpering constantly, appearing like a pair of star-crossed lovers.
And Zi Yan stood by like some villain tearing them apart. She scratched her head, somewhat speechless.
How did she end up looking like the bad guy?
"Fine, I'll let you off today."
After all, they were colleagues. They'd see each other around. Best to leave some room for future dealings.
Zi Yan snapped her fingers. The vines instantly loosened, and all eight of them tumbled to the ground. But with their bodies completely drained of strength and their bottoms in excruciating pain, they could only lie there, buttocks raised, like a bunch of caterpillars. The sight was absolutely comical.
Click!
Having captured the scene of these eight "caterpillars," Zi Yan hummed with satisfaction.
"I'll spare you today. But if you dare come looking for trouble again, you can wait to see your photos on the forum."
With that, she ignored them completely, tearing open a spatial rift and leaving.
But the scene of those eight was just too hilarious. Zi Yan couldn't hold it in, laughing the entire way. Her bell-like laughter made all eight of them grit their teeth in fury, but there was nothing they could do about it.
"Dean, what do we do now?"
Tong Yan wiggled her way over to Qiong Qi, not forgetting to ask Anmir what came next.
"Cold salad!"
Anmir huffed back angrily. She too wiggled over to Phantom's side, her face full of concern.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, waaah..."
Phantom's tears gushed forth like a fountain. Ever since losing her body in that accident, she hadn't been able to feel pain. She never expected to experience all those years of accumulated suffering in a single day.
Anmir watched, her heart aching. But she wasn't doing much better herself, tears also streaming down her face.
She was afraid of pain too!
"Sigh, I knew I shouldn't have come along. Total loss."
Zhuo Quan looked utterly hopeless. Her protective magic had been completely useless against a Sequence Witch. She still remembered that in three days, she had to pay back the debt of being burned by that fire dragon.
"None of you are allowed to speak of today. If anyone talks, I'll definitely kill them!"
Qingran lay on the ground in humiliation, but her mind was still on her lofty, aloof public image.
"Big sis, we've all taken the same whipping. We're all grasshoppers on the same rope. Who's going to talk?"
Yan was too exhausted to even complain. The flames on her body had extinguished, leaving her completely wilted, looking like burnt-out ash.
Sigh, this trip was a massive loss.
……
"Damn it, some got away."
At Huixing Harbor, Tao Yao and Ye were chasing after undercover witches trying to escape. But with the cargo ships' return time having arrived, they could only watch helplessly as those ships transformed into shooting stars and vanished beyond the horizon.
"Aaaaaah! What is the Dean even doing? Why didn't she stop these ships?"
Realizing the ships had actually flown away, Tao Yao could only rage impotently, while also feeling completely baffled.
By all logic, Anmir would never let these undercover agents go. She would definitely send someone to block those ships. But the Dean acted like she was drunk, showing no reaction at all.
"And these ships' programming is so rigid. They leave the moment the time comes. Who designed this, some kind of genius?"
Tao Yao was fuming. Beside her lay dozens of unconscious girls bound together, all undercover witches who had tried to board the ships and escape in the chaos.
Meng Lian watched these undercover agents, her emotions in turmoil.
Why? Why didn't she know there were other undercover agents?
And these undercover agents all seemed to know each other. So why was she the only one alone?
What exactly was she?
For a moment, indescribable feelings spread through her heart. That was when a hand patted her shoulder.
"Relax, everything is over now."
It was Ye. Seeing Meng Lian standing there in a daze, she assumed the girl had been scared silly and offered some comforting words.
"Thanks, I'm fine."
Meng Lian desperately pushed aside the dark guesses swirling in her mind and forced a strained smile for Ye.
"Sigh, my fault. This is your first time dealing with something like this. I shouldn't have dragged you into it."
Tao Yao had finished venting her anger. She patted Meng Lian's shoulder, looking guilty.
"What the hell? What's going on? Where are the ships?"
Just then, two drunken witch figures suddenly appeared. The red lipstick marks on their faces were clearly visible, and they still wore lecherous grins.
Both wore blue uniforms with the words "Universal Cosmic Delivery" printed on them. Seeing the empty dock, then looking at all the bound witches on the ground, their minds went completely blank.
"The ships flew away."
Tao Yao replied in a huff.
"Huh? Wasn't there still an hour left? I remember I set the time for ten!"
One of them frantically pulled out her phone. It was nine o'clock, that much was right!
The two looked up at the sky. The trail of flame left by the ships was as beautiful as a shooting star.
That was the trail of freedom.
"Aaaaaah! I didn't make the ship, I didn't make the ship!"