Chapter 518 Teacher? Even more excited!
At the same time, in a dark and empty bedroom.
Hela curled up on the bed, her body rolling, convulsing, and twisting in waves of excruciating pain. Cold sweat oozed out, soaking her clothes and even the bed below. She was like a stranded fish on the beach, no longer the heroic spirit she had before when she could fight two men alone.
This is the price you have to pay for controlling the underworld.
Through the dressing mirror in front of the bed, Hela saw that the skin and flesh on one side of her body were becoming transparent, revealing the white bones inside. She couldn't help but panic, and quickly mobilized the life force in her body to frantically suppress the out-of-control death energy.
As the vitality and death continued to collide in her body, a heart-wrenching pain came over her like a landslide and tsunami, as if it was going to scrape off her flesh and blood piece by piece, crush her bones piece by piece, and even grind her soul into powder inch by inch.
Hela clenched her teeth, her white teeth cutting deeply into her lips, leaving traces of blood. The fishy-sweet taste filled her mouth and flowed into her heart, turning into silent whispers:
Teacher...Teacher...
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the pain receded like the tide.
Panting, Hela opened her eyes, walked down the bed barefoot, and came to the dressing mirror.
Half of the goddess' face in the mirror was as crystal clear as jade, showing full of vitality, while the other half of her cheek was engraved with faint skull-like tattoos, revealing a gloomy and strange look of death.
Although it is a unique individual, it shows the two extremes of birth and death.
Hela raised her hand and stroked the skull-shaped divine pattern on the side of her cheek, her expression becoming somewhat gloomy.
Although he successfully suppressed the rebellious death energy in his body, preventing the other half of his body from being corroded by the death energy and turned into dry bones, there are still some residual effects that cannot be completely eliminated.
But considering the time, I should be able to deal with these aftereffects before the teacher arrives.
Thinking of this, the gloom that had accumulated in Hela’s heart suddenly dissipated a lot.
With a thought, she restored the messy bedroom to its original state. Then she raised her hand slightly, and a black stone pillar rose from the ground and stood tall in the house.
The pillars were engraved with runes that had restrictive effects. Several glowing spell chains extended from the inside of the stone pillars, tightly binding the Valkyrie Brunhilde to them.
“Pah~!”
With a crisp snap of fingers, the spell chains on Brunhilde's body shattered.
Hila sat back on the bed and asked lazily:
"Tell me, how much do you know about [that person]?"
"You want me to betray Lord Loki's information? Dream on!"
Brunhilde snorted in refusal and turned her head to the side.
“Don’t worry. I don’t want him to die even more than you do.” Hela sneered and shook her head. A hint of memories flashed in her eyes. She said, “After all, he was the one who brought me up.”
Brunhilde's pretty face was full of surprise when she heard this.
Hela raised an eyebrow: "Didn't Odin tell you?"
Seeing the Valkyrie's bewildered expression, Hela couldn't help but reveal a hint of mockery on her face, and said:
"That's right. He didn't even have time to hide my affairs, so how could he easily make them public? After all, if outsiders knew that he got his position as the King of the Nine Realms by selling out his daughter, how could he be proud?"
"You are not allowed to slander the Father." Although Brunhilde was rebuking, the momentum in her words was obviously lacking.
“Okay, let’s not talk about him. How about we talk about your boss?” Hela changed the subject and asked seductively, “Do you want to know about his past?”
"Don't try to seduce me!" Brunhilde refuted sternly, but her ears pricked up involuntarily, as if listening.
“This is just a deal,” Hela corrected. “I tell you about his past, and you tell me about his present. It’s fair, isn’t it?”
Listening to her talk about Lord Loki's past might help me indirectly discover her weaknesses.
This is a great opportunity to obtain intelligence!
Brunhilde swallowed and nodded in agreement.
Soon, both sides told each other the story of the person in their eyes and the story of their journey.
“So after sending me to the underworld, he exiled himself in the Elven Kingdom for hundreds of years. No wonder he never came to see me…” Hela muttered to herself, the gloom on her face gradually replaced by a smile, “Is it because of guilt? Or because he doesn’t dare?”
"Stupid, I never blamed you..."
Looking at the goddess of death lying on the bed with a blush on her face, holding her cheeks with her hands and talking to herself, Brunhilde suddenly felt uncomfortable and asked in a cold voice:
"Hey, I've told you everything you wanted to know. Shouldn't you let me go?"
"Let you go? When did I ever say I would let you go?"
Brunhilde was confused when she heard this:
"If you want to see Lord Loki, go and see him yourself. What's the point of arresting me?"
"Of course I asked him to come and see me."
Hela replied with a smile, and then added faintly,
"Besides, with the hostage in hand, he is willing to listen to some of my words."
"You want to use me to threaten Lord Loki?"
Brunhilde suddenly realized and shook her head.
"It's useless. I am only a guide leading the way for Lord Loki. Life and death are insignificant. Lord Loki will not let you control him just because of me!"
"Then let's take a gamble and see if he will bow down for you?"
Hela murmured in reply, a hint of amusement and anticipation in her eyes.
Seeing that the determined goddess of death was about to put her back in the dungeon, Brunhilde gritted her teeth and mocked loudly:
"What goddess of death? You don't dare to do what you want to do yourself, and you use me to threaten Lord Loki, you cowardly coward!"
"Shut up, you have no right to speak!"
Hela shouted harshly, her face full of gloom, and raised her hand to control the stone pillar to shoot out spell chains, preparing to imprison Brunhilde in the dungeon as soon as possible.
"I won't!"
While struggling to break free from the spell chains, Brunhilde loudly mocked Hela with extremely vicious words.
"You are an executioner with blood on your hands. Father God and Lord Loki made the right decision to exile you! Look in the mirror, you ugly freak who no one loves and no one cares about!"
"You're looking for death!"
Hela was furious when her sore spot was hit, and the sword of the night sky appeared in her hand and stabbed towards Brunhilde.
Yes, that's it.
It is the fate of a weapon to be broken by its master. There is absolutely no reason in this world for a master to sacrifice himself for his weapon.
Bound by the cursed chains, Brunhilde murmured quietly in her heart, closed her eyes calmly, and straightened her chest.
"puff!"
The cold sword edge brushed against Brunhilde's hair and sank completely into the stone pillar.
"Are you deliberately provoking me? Do you want me to kill you?"
Hila took a deep breath and looked at the face that had no fear of death and even had a hint of expectation. A playful smile gradually emerged in her eyes.
"You would rather die so that that person won't be coerced by me? I see, you like him!"
“…”
"If you don't say anything, it means you agree."
"I don't!"
Seeing Hela's half-smile, Brunhilde immediately realized that she had accidentally exposed her true intentions.
Having successfully gotten the truth out of her, Hela was no longer polite. She pinched Brunhilde’s smooth chin and sneered, “
"So, you just have unrequited love? You want to fight with me for this? Are you worthy?!"
"I have nothing but admiration for Lord Loki, unlike you!"
Brunhilde replied with her neck stiffened, casting a disdainful look at her half-sister.
“Whatever you say.” Hela waved her hand nonchalantly, turned around and looked into the distance expectantly. “Anyway, I will get what I want soon, and you can only watch your idol suffer humiliation for you, but you can’t do anything about it.”
Listening to Hela's threat, Brunhilde said angrily, "Kill me if you can!"
“Kill you? How could that be! If you really died for him, with his personality he wouldn’t be able to forget you even if he wanted to. Wouldn’t that be a disguised way of fulfilling your wish? How could I do such a stupid thing?” Hela shook her head and refused.
Brunhilde was anxious: "What do you want?"
"Remember what I said? You can only watch everything happen, but you can't do anything."
Hela looked at her half-sister with an evil smile in her eyes:
"So, I thought of a punishment that would be more suitable for you."
What?
Just as Brunhilde was feeling confused, the spell-bound chains that bound her body shot out from the stone pillars and connected to Hela's bed.
As the chains continued to tighten, Brunhilde was dragged to the bed and spread out in a "big" shape.
In the palace of the goddess of death, the name of the bedroom is "Destruction", the name of the bed is "Sorrow", and the name of the curtain is "Fire". They are all the embodiment of the power of death.
They are infinitely large and infinitely small, and can be both real and unreal.
At this moment, Brunhilde, who was tied to the bed, felt as if she had fallen into a bottomless quagmire, and her body continued to sink as she was dragged by the chains.
The surrounding substance, like water and mud, submerged her limbs, her facial features, and until it drowned out all sounds from the outside world.
In a trance, Brunhilde felt as if she was wrapped in a mud cocoon, with her thoughts and perceptions limited to the bed that trapped her. Although she could see and hear everything that happened on the bed, she could not make any sound or react.
As Hela lazily sat down on the bed, the vibration and sound of the bed surface came clearly through the connection of senses.
At this moment, Brunhilde finally understood the meaning of what Hela said:
“Woo woo~!”
Brunhilde in the mattress let out a humiliating cry, but not a single sound was transmitted to the outside world.
"Don't worry, the show will start soon."
Hela smiled playfully and looked at the golden light flying down in the sky from afar.
~~
At this moment, a speeding goat cart carrying two people and a cat landed in front of the Gio River.
This is the border of the underworld "Helheim", and it is also the place where the dead must pass to receive posthumous judgment.
"Did you remember everything I said on the way?"
"I remember it clearly!"
"Meow!"
Hearing Lorne's question, Thor and Jörmungandr, who were bruised and swollen, nodded their heads frantically like chicks pecking at rice, fearing that they would be beaten again if they answered slowly.
As the saying goes, there are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames.
Thor once thought that the so-called "Giant Killer" was an exaggeration and was just a bunch of giants without balls scaring themselves.
Unexpectedly, when he really faced this uncle, he found that it was really unlucky for the giant to meet Loen.
You may not win by relying on brute force, your reactions are not as agile as his, and you will only die faster if you use witchcraft and magic. You are simply restrained in all aspects.
Moreover, this restraint does not seem to be limited to pure-bred giants. Even Thor, the main god with giant blood, and Jörmungandr, the evil beast created with giant characteristics, could not escape the beating of this uncle.
In fact, the more you resist being beaten, the more suffering you will suffer.
Therefore, after undergoing an unforgettable "education of love", the man and the cat were completely convinced and changed their ways, and were more honest than quails along the way.
At this moment, seeing the obedient performance of Thor and Jörmungandr, Lorne got off the sheep cart with satisfaction and came to the bridge by the river.
This is a gold-plated crystal bridge, suspended at both ends by a strand of hair, and only the souls of good people can walk across the bridge.
Once the sins in the soul exceed the limit, the soul itself falls into the Styx and is swallowed by the surging waters of the Styx.
The Crystal Bridge is guarded by the hideous skeleton "Modgud". Anyone who wants to cross the bridge must ask him to suck their blood as a toll.
At the same time, this is also a way to monitor the good and evil of souls. Modgud will guide them to live in different areas according to the good and evil deeds of the souls in their previous lives.
Of course, this dry skeleton only has a certain deterrent effect on the soul of the dead. Seeing the two people and one cat emitting divine light walking towards him not far away, Modgud's upper and lower jaws trembled uncontrollably, and the soul fire in his eye sockets beat violently. He immediately moved his two bony thighs quickly and rushed to the side to make way for the three evil stars.
Seeing that the skeleton monster guarding the bridge was so sensible, the two men and the cat nodded with satisfaction, and then walked across the crystal bridge without recognizing any relatives.
Outsiders who wanted to meet the goddess of death Hela had to cross the bridge and then pass through a forest with only steel leaves in the forest. This was naturally not a problem for the two people and the cat.
After passing through the iron tree forest, you will arrive at the "Gate of Hela" that rises into the sky. In front of the gate, there is a big black dog as strong as a hill lying on the ground and snoring. This is the gate-guarding hellhound "Garm". If you want to pass this level, in addition to defeating it head-on, you can also bribe it with Hela biscuits filled with honey.
This made Loen think of his old friend Cerberus in the underworld.
By the way, do you dogs like sweets so much?
Lorne muttered to himself, handed the remaining honey cakes to Thor and Jörmungandr, and said:
"Watch the door and don't let outsiders in!"
Thor and Jörmungandr nodded repeatedly and stood on both sides of Hela's Gate like two gate gods, staring at the sleeping hellhound "Garm" as if guarding against thieves.
This was the task that Loen assigned to them on the way, to guard the Gate of Hela and not let outsiders disturb his negotiations with Hela.
The only one in the entire underworld who is qualified to make trouble, besides the black dragon king Nidhogg, is this silly dog who likes to eat honey cakes.
After completing all the preparations, Loen took a deep breath, stepped through Hela's Gate, and came to Hela's bedroom with the help of his past memories.
The door was not locked and it was pitch black inside.
Loen entered the house cautiously, but after taking a few steps, he stepped on a black and green cloak on the ground.
Judging from the style, it should be the one Hela wore before.
Lorne swallowed, walked around the cloak on the ground and continued walking forward.
Along the way, he saw combat boots, outerwear, underwear and other equipment that had been stripped off one by one. There were faint suspicious water stains on them, and the sense of disorder extended directly to the bed.
Sweat began to appear on Loen's forehead, and his steps stopped.
"What? Don't you want to come in and sit down?"
A pair of bare hands lifted the veil, revealing Hela's tall and muscular figure.
Lorne took a quick look and saw the nightgown Hela was wearing. He breathed a sigh of relief, took a few steps forward, looked around, and asked:
"Where's Brunhilde?"
Hearing her teacher say this name, Hela felt annoyed.
As expected, you two are having an affair!
"I'll tell you when you come up."
Hela hooked her finger with a smile, her eyes filled with malice.
Luo En hesitated for a moment, and finally came to the bed, bent down and sat down, and asked helplessly:
"I have done what you asked. Now you can tell me..."
"Bang!"
Before Luo En could finish his words, a pair of strong arms pushed him down onto the bed.
At the same time, Hela, who had been planning for a long time, turned over and rode on her teacher's waist like an agile female leopard, admiring the prey in her claws from above, and sneered:
"If you want to know, first pay me back what you owe me over the years!"
“Sizzle!”
The cloth was torn into pieces and pieces of clothes flew everywhere.
Luo En came to his senses and realized his student's intentions. He immediately gave earnest advice:
“Hela, don’t be impulsive. I’m your teacher.”
“This is exactly what I want!”
Not only did Hela not repent, her face flushed and she seemed even more excited.
Many times, teachers, whether handsome or beautiful, are the objects of students' fantasies that they constantly change their poses in the night.
In addition to temperament and appearance being important attractions, the sense of breaking through the taboos of identity restrictions, the sense of accomplishment in overcoming the superiors, and the sense of immorality in tainting holiness with filth are all reasons why the teacher series has remained popular for a long time.
Apparently, even in the ancient Age of Gods, the identity of a teacher was still an attribute bonus that made some bad students more excited.
After waiting for so long, you finally fall into my hands, teacher!
The long-hungry female leopard showed her claws and tasted every inch of flesh and blood of her prey cruelly and excitedly, trying to squeeze out the most delicious and essential marrow fluid from the prey through constant ravage and charge.
However, this is destined to be a long and intense journey.
At the same time, the victim trapped in the bed could clearly feel every vibration of the bed, every rise and fall of the figure, and every transmission of the sound through his keen five senses and the connection of the technique.
Even if she wanted to block out these disgusting images and sounds, she was unable to stop them. She could only watch the live broadcast passively and humiliatingly under the feedback of the technique.
Lord Loki, I'm sorry I failed to protect you...
The Valkyrie sobbed silently in the darkness, tears of sadness and regret in her eyes, and she deeply hated her own incompetence.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
