“Of course!” The blush on Itsuki Misaki’s face receded slightly as she said, “Kaisai Academy is the most famous educational institution on Itogami Island!”
“Is that so!” Yan Xin nodded and said, “You’re a teacher here, so you must be very familiar with the High School Division.
Take High School Divisionme there!”
“What do you want to do at the High School Division?” Itsuki Misaki looked at Yan Xin vigilantly and said, “Are you planning to harm those innocent students?
Even if you kill me, I won’t take you there!”
“Who said I was going to harm ordinary people!” Yan Xin was stunned for a moment.
In his eyes, ordinary people were like ants; he had no desire to harm them.
Moreover, Itogami Island was his future territory, and these ordinary people were like his subjects.
A monarch would not harm his own subjects.
“Then what are you going to do at the High School Division?” Itsuki Misaki asked!
Upon hearing this, Yan Xin shook the uniform on his body and said, “I am a student of Kaisai Academy, so of course, I’m going to school!”
“Impossible!
You devil, how could you possibly go to school!” Itsuki Misaki said in disbelief!
“Are you after the Fourth Progenitor?” As a good friend of Natsuki, she naturally knew that the Fourth Progenitor was in the High School Division.
“How could that be!
I’m not gay!” Yan Xin spread his hands and laughed.
“Hurry up and take me there.
As my woman, you cannot resist your master’s decision!” Yan Xin roughly lifted Itsuki Misaki and then carried her on his shoulder.
you put me down!” Being carried on his shoulder, Itsuki Misaki’s face flushed again, and she struggled desperately.
“What a troublesome woman!” Yan Xin’s palm directly smacked Itsuki Misaki’s flushed bottom, making a slapping sound.
At the same time, his hand passed through her qipao, touching her upper thigh and continuously caressing it.
“I didn’t expect you to be such a secretly lustful woman!” Yan Xin hadn’t expected Itsuki Misaki to be wearing tempting thong underwear.
“You bastard, you devil!” Since becoming a Demon Slayer, Itsuki Misaki had never endured such humiliation.
Yan Xin’s actions had the opposite effect; Itsuki Misaki struggled even more fiercely now.
“Shut up!” Watching Itsuki Misaki’s incessant curses, Yan Xin reached both hands inside her qipao, then tore off her small underwear and stuffed it into her mouth.
“That should quiet you down!”