The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 959 - 74: The Teacher? Even More Excited!_3

The more he resisted, the more hardships he endured.

Thus, after a bone-deep enlightenment of "Love’s Education," both man and feline thoroughly admitted their faults and behaved more docilely than quails along the way.

At this moment, seeing Thor and Yemengarde’s obedient behavior, Luo En walked down from the sheep cart contentedly and arrived at the riverbank by the ferry bridge.

This was a gilded Crystal Bridge, suspended by a single hair, only capable of supporting the souls of the righteous to cross.

Once a soul’s inner sins exceeded the limit, the soul itself would fall into the Styx, swallowed by the turbulent Stygian Water.

And guarding the Crystal Bridge was the gruesome skeleton "Modgud," anyone wishing to cross had to let him draw blood as a toll.

At the same time, this was also a way to monitor the righteousness of souls, with Modgud guiding them to different areas to live according to the good and evil of their lives.

Of course, the skeleton held certain dread only over the souls of the deceased. Seeing two men and a cat radiating divinity approaching from a distance, Modgud’s upper and lower jawbones couldn’t stop quivering, the fire of the soul in its eye sockets violently flickered, and it quickly scuttled away on its two bony legs, making way for these three harbingers of doom.

Seeing the bridge-guarding skeleton creature so sensible, the two men and a cat nodded in satisfaction, then coldly strode across the Crystal Bridge, disowning any relations.

For outsiders wishing to meet Death Goddess Hela, they still had to traverse through a forest after crossing the bridge, a forest where only iron leaves grow. Of course, this was hardly a challenge for the two men and a cat.

After passing through the Iron Tree Forest, they arrived at the towering "Hel’s Gate," with a massive, black dog as big as a hill lying fast asleep in front of the gate; this was the gatekeeping Hellhound "Garm." To get past this hurdle, one must either defeat it head-on or bribe it with Helra Cake filled with honey.

This made Luo En involuntarily think of Cerberus, an old friend from the Netherworld.

Do you canines really love sweets so much?

Luo En couldn’t help but mutter inwardly, handing the remaining honey cake to Thor and Yemengarde, saying:

"Guard the door, don’t let outsiders in!"

Thor and Yemengarde nodded repeatedly, standing like two guardian deities on either side of Hel’s Gate, eyeing Garm with vigilance as it snored resoundingly.

This was the task Luo En entrusted to them along the way, to guard Hel’s Gate and prevent any outsiders from disturbing his negotiations with Hela.

In the whole Netherworld, aside from Black Dragon King Nidhogg, the only one who could cause trouble was this silly dog with a fondness for honey cakes.

Once the preparations were in place, Luo En took a deep breath, stepped through Hel’s Gate, and, relying on memories of the past, arrived in front of Hela’s chamber.

The door was unlocked, leading into utter darkness.

Cautiously, Luo En crept inside, and just a few steps in, he stumbled upon a black-green cloak laying on the ground.

By its design, it seemed to be one Hela had worn before.

Swallowing nervously, Luo En skirted around the cloak on the ground and continued forward.

Along the way, he saw war boots, outerwear, undergarments, and other stripped-off pieces of equipment, each faintly stained with suspicious wet marks, leading directly to the disarray beside the bed.

Sweat formed on Luo En’s forehead, halting his steps.

"What’s wrong? Won’t you come in and sit?"

Slender hands pulled aside the curtains, revealing Hela’s tall, sculpted figure.

Glancing over, Luo En saw Hela wearing a robe and exhaled with slight relief, then walked a few steps forward, looking around and asking:

"Where’s Brynhild?"

Hearing her teacher’s first words be that name, Hela felt a surge of annoyance in her heart.

As I thought, you two are having an affair!

"Come up here and I’ll tell you."

Hela hooked her finger with a mockingly threatening smile in her eyes.

Luo En hesitated for a moment, but ultimately came to the bed and sat down, frowning as he asked:

"I’ve done as you asked, now can you tell me..."

"Bang!"

Before Luo En could finish, he was forcefully pressed down onto the bed by a pair of lotus arms.

At the same time, the long-awaiting Hela, agile as a fierce female panther, straddled her teacher, peering down at her prey with a smirk, saying coldly:

"To know, you must first clear the debt you owe me over these years!"

"Rip!"

Fabric tore, clothing fluttered in the air.

Coming to his senses, Luo En realized the intentions of his own student and earnestly tried to advise:

"Hela, don’t be rash, I am your teacher."

"That’s exactly what I want!"

Far from repentant, Hela’s face flushed a deeper red, seemingly even more excited.

Often, students fantasize at night about their attractive or beautiful teachers, assuming various poses in their dreams.

Beyond charisma and appearance being important attractions, the thrill of breaking societal norms, the sense of achievement in surpassing one’s betters, and the taboo of defiling something sacred, are all reasons for the enduring popularity of teacher-themed fantasies.

Clearly, even in the ancient Divine Era, the role of a teacher was still an exciting attribute enhancement for certain bad students.

Having waited so long, you finally fell into my hands, teacher!

The starved panther bared her fangs, savagely and excitedly tasting every inch of her prey’s flesh, seeking to extract the most delicious, most essential marrow through relentless mauling and charges.

However, this was destined to be a long and fierce ordeal.

Meanwhile, the victim trapped in the bed sensed every shake of the bed, every rise and fall of shadows, and every sound that traveled through sharp senses and connected spells.

Even though she wished to shut out these unendurable sights and sounds, she could not stop them, and was forced to watch the live show passively and humiliatingly through the feedback of the spells.

Lord Loki, I’m sorry, I couldn’t protect you...

The Valkyrie cried silently in the darkness, tears of sorrow and regret sparkling in her eyes, deeply hating her own powerlessness.