bacchusnovels Chapter 181 Astral Projection 2.0
Chapter 181 Astral Projection 2.0
Chapter 181 (Bonus Chapter) Soul Astral Projection 2.0
(The first two chapters have been rewritten)
Hearing Sean's words, Daphne turned her gaze to Penelope, who was standing to the side.
Feeling the gazes of the two people, Penelope's body trembled slightly.
Her eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. She could only watch helplessly as Sean and Daphne exchanged glances, feeling the undercurrents between them. She herself was like a lone leaf in a storm, at risk of being swept up and shattered at any moment.
But soon, a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes again, because... she saw Daphne turn her head away again.
She glared at Sean, her voice filled with disbelief and accusation, "Are you crazy? How dare you talk to me like that? Do you believe I'll call someone right now?"
Sean smiled slightly, a smile full of mockery and disdain. "Go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out." With that, he stood aside, arms crossed, looking like he was watching a good show.
Daphne's eyes widened, her face a mixture of anger and shock.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but the anger in her chest burned brighter and brighter, like a wildfire fueled by the wind.
"Do you—do you know what you're doing? You'll regret this!" Her voice trembled slightly.
Sean's laughter echoed in the air, sounding particularly jarring. "Regret? The word 'regret' doesn't exist in my dictionary, Sean Phillips." He took a step forward, closer to Daphne, "I'd like to see who's kneeling on the ground licking whose shoes when everything's settled."
Having said that, Daphne had no intention of continuing the argument with Sean.
She felt that continuing this pointless argument would not result in a winner or loser.
Since Phillips has chosen to ignore the warnings and suffer the consequences, then we shouldn't blame her.
Daphne had already made up her mind. She took a deep breath and then shouted towards the door.
However, after a long time, there was no sound at the door, as if her cries had been swallowed by the air.
Daphne stood there awkwardly, a hint of confusion and helplessness flashing in her eyes.
She couldn't understand why her calls, which should have been answered, received no response.
If we had to find something different from before, it would be that Sean's smile was even wider.
A playful smile curved his lips, as if he were watching a captivating drama.
This change chilled Daphne to the bone; she had realized the situation she might face next.
"Did you install a soundproofing array in this room a long time ago?" Daphne suddenly realized, her thoughts flashing back like lightning as she recalled everything she had just done in the room.
She felt like a monkey being watched, performing ignorantly on stage, with every movement and expression being observed by the other party.
This sudden realization instantly made her expression complex, a mixture of embarrassment, anger, and shame forming an indescribable look.
"You were just playing me!" she practically spat out the words, her voice filled with barely suppressed rage.
"Yeah," Sean replied casually, "So what?" As he spoke, he moved his body toward Daphne.
Seeing Sean closing in, Daphne forced herself to remain calm. "W-what do you want?"
"What do I want to do?" Sean chuckled and countered, "Didn't I just say I'd let you use the Imperius Curse on her? That way, we'll be in the same boat."
"No, impossible!"
"Impossible?" Sean's laughter grew even colder as he slowly approached Daphne, each step feeling like a blow to her heart. "Do you think you have any other choice, Miss Greengrass?"
Daphne's back was pressed against the cold wall, and she felt her breathing becoming more and more rapid, but she still shook her head.
Sean grabbed Daphne's wrists, forced her to face him, and then slapped her hard across her round, pert buttocks.
A sharp crack echoed in the empty room, and Daphne felt a burning pain shoot through her buttocks, causing her to whimper.
She was filled with shame and indignation, and tears were already welling up in her eyes.
"You..." Daphne's voice trembled with shock and pain. She stared wide-eyed at Sean, unable to believe that he would do such a thing.
A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Sean's eyes as he stared intently at Daphne, as if trying to read something from her gaze. "Don't look at me like that again, Miss Greengrass. You should know that you have no room for negotiation now."
With that, Sean raised his hand, aimed, and without hesitation slapped Daphne's butt again.
The soft fabric of the wizard's robe and the tender, elastic flesh of the young girl were no match for this attack.
What Sean didn't expect was...
His actions only fueled Daphne's stubbornness. "I'm warning you, Phil..."
Before Daphne could finish speaking, she felt a tingling, burning pain in her buttocks.
Sean really went for it, showing no mercy.
Moreover, this seems to be just the beginning.
"Snapped!"
"I won't 'slap'!"
"I...uh—nobody's ever hit me like this before!"
"Snapped!"
"Hit me again!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"I do."
"Snapped!"
Daphne's cheeks flushed with shame and indignation, and tears finally welled up and slid down her cheeks.
"Sorry, I hit you in the wrong direction and hit you a little too hard." Sean withdrew his hand and apologized politely.
Daphne glanced at him and cried even harder.
She covered her bottom, which was finally free from the slaps and was burning with pain, and kept sobbing.
Sean was also satisfied. "Miss Greengrass, you know what to do next, right?"
Daphne was still crying there, and didn't answer him.
Sean was in a good mood, so he didn't pursue the matter further.
After all, the pleasure derived from instant karma far surpasses the "thirty years east of the river, the river west of the river" trope found in novels.
"Thirty years have passed, and fortunes have changed."
The right way is to take revenge on the spot if you have a grudge, and to seek justice on the spot if you have a grievance.
The saying by Gongsun Yang, "Can an enemy from nine generations be avenged? Can an enmity from a hundred generations be avenged?" is only directed at those who did not have the ability to take revenge at that time.
Feeling great, Sean let out a long sigh, shook his aching hands, and walked back to his desk.
He first took out the photographic stone from the drawer, then found a few tissues and handed them to Daphne, saying, "Here."
Daphne took it and immediately turned around.
When the crying stopped, Daphne wiped away her tears and threw the paper into the trash can.
Then, Daphne glanced at Sean, said nothing, took out her wand from her waist, and pointed it at Penelope, who was standing to the side like a wooden statue.
Penelope's eyes were filled with terror.
But these reactions didn't cause the slightest ripple in Daphne's eyes.
First of all, she is currently in a precarious situation herself.
Secondly, to her, all Mud People are the same, just like livestock, and do not deserve any sympathy or pity.
Moreover, she had just been humiliated in such a way by another Mudblood, and she was looking for a place to vent her anger—and Penelope, who had put herself in such a dangerous situation, was undoubtedly the best choice.
If it weren't for Penelope, she wouldn't be suffering today.
As she thought this, Daphne's expression grew even colder.
"Wait, you know the Imperius Curse, right?" Just in case, Sean asked again to confirm.
While some pure-blood wizarding families teach dark magic from a young age, the Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, is somewhat beyond their comprehension.
Daphne didn't speak, but glared at Sean before whispering to Penelope.
"The soul leaves the body!"