The air in the kitchen went still, with two pairs of eyes fixed on Winnie. A bead of cold sweat trickled down her forehead as she replayed that brief glimpse in her mind, her voice turning a bit stuttery: "It... probably couldn't be, right?"
"At this hour, the Priest should be long asleep. And even if the Priest had needs, it'd probably be Hattie or the Eldest Sister helping him..."
She stammered on, but even she couldn't be sure about this speculation. The three girls exchanged looks, each noticing the bold idea that couldn't be hidden in the others' eyes...
Not talking about the kitchen side, where the girls had all come up with some improper thoughts again, over in the garden, Willo let out a long sigh of relief, thinking the crisis had dissolved.
She had no idea that those nuns now had some bizarre new misunderstanding about her. She quickly looked down, both embarrassed and annoyed, grabbing Charles's wrist as he probed into her triangular region, scolding: "What are you doing! We almost got caught just now!"
Charles got up with a wicked grin, hugging her body: "It's fine, I know what I'm doing; nothing's gonna happen."
With that, he lightly kissed her cheek, while his other hand started wandering upward, ready to climb onto her breasts and start a new round of lovemaking.
Willo pressed down on his wrist with her other hand, shaking her head firmly: "No, Charles!"
She'd already accepted the intimacy between them and now reflexively called him by his first name. But for his seeking sex, she reflexively chose to refuse, for no other reason than they'd nearly been discovered just now, and suddenly wanting another round—wasn't that just asking for trouble?
She resisted Charles's teasing, but the flames of desire in her body had already been stirred up again, not yet extinguished. Blushing, she leaned close to Charles's ear and whispered: "Let's... switch to a safer spot."
Charles raised an eyebrow, not refusing, and chuckled: "Sure, then... my room?"
Willo lowered her head, not refusing, which counted as silent agreement. Charles picked up his priest's robes, supporting her as they got up from the garden, then walked all the way back to his room.
Once the door was shut, cutting them off completely from the outside world, Willo finally let out a sigh of relief.
The next second, Charles immediately pinned her down on the bed, facing her as he kissed her deeply and passionately.
"Woo..."
Willo responded to him, her dried-leaf mage's robe disintegrating again, exposing her softness body, letting Charles have his way up and down.
But for some reason, lying on this softness large bed, protected by the sense of security of the house, Willo's heart suddenly felt a trace of unnatural strangeness again.
She kind of missed the grass outside, the cool breeze, and the moonlight; even though there was the danger of being discovered, that feeling of being immersed in the nature environment was so nostalgic.
How about next time, finding a remote little woods in the mountains?
This thought had just popped into her mind, when next, Charles, already in position, drove straight in from the front.
"Oh—"
Here, Willo finally didn't need to deliberately hold back anymore, following her true heart and moaning loudly. She interlocked her fingers with Charles's, and with his thrusts, her pair of towering peaks started shaking fiercely back and forth.
The crisp sounds of flesh colliding echoed continuously in the room.
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Meanwhile, in Adele's room.
Lying on the bed, Adele stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, unable to sleep no matter what. Clearly, the battle during the day had been exhausting, but now she was full of worries, completely unable to fall asleep.
She was still recalling the battle scenes in the sewers, and what lingered in her mind was Charles wielding the twin-bladed polearm's heroic figure, and the movements when protecting their mother and daughter.
She had to admit, she was smitten. Every time she thought of that figure, she couldn't help her heart racing. Even though the environment back then was dirty and stinky, and he was covered in mud, she always couldn't resist wanting to throw herself into his arms.
Sigh, there really is a reason why playboys are playboys. Hattie, Theresa, Nidalee, and Lady Anno—these girls are all powerful, yet they're all willingly by his side; it's not without reason.
Too bad, even if I have some fondness for him now, I absolutely can't be like them, following by his side.
I still have my own mission; I have to lead the Green Vines tribes. And, I have to stay with mother...
Thinking this, she pouted, her expression turning a bit wronged.
When can we go back, anyway?
Here, I can't even crawl into mother's bed to sleep together, or if the other nuns saw, they'd definitely mock me for still not being weaned at this age.
Even though our clan's constitution is indeed like this, but... sigh, these humans won't understand; better to avoid these misunderstandings.
And at this hour, mother should already be asleep, right? I wonder if, right now, mother's dreams also have me in them?
She thought wildly like this, and after quite some time, drowsiness finally hit. She closed her eyes and sank deeply into slumber.
She didn't know that, right at that moment, her most cherished mother was already being pressed against the wall by Charles, one leg on the ground, the other leg over his shoulder, the secrets garden between her legs completely open, letting his thick cock thrust wildly.
By the time Willo reached the peak of pleasure for the seventh time tonight, Charles also unloaded his second shot of the night. The utterly exhausted Satyr Matriarch could no longer hold back the oncoming drowsiness, slumping on his shoulder and falling into deep slumber.
Charles didn't mind, holding the softness like a big ball of cotton Willo, lying on the bed and entering dreamland.
The next day, morning.
Under the boost of the level-three dorm, even though last night had been wild, both Charles and Willo woke up right on time. When Willo opened her eyes, she felt refreshed, without the slightest fatigue, as if last night's madness hadn't been a burden but had instead filled her with energies.
Which was indeed the case; last night, her body had truly been filled with semen.
Seeing Charles beside her already awake, the corners of her mouth couldn't help curling into a smile. When facing him openly, she felt her mind clear and empty, without any tension or shyness, as if this was how it should have been all along.
"Good morning." Charles said softly to her, then reached out, gently caressing her hair. Willo had no resistance at all, resting her head on his chest, lightly sniffing his scent.
And Charles's hand wandered downward again, climbing onto her bosom, small waist, and rounded hips, gently kneading, while his mouth also kissed her tender pink lips.
Willo wasn't shy either, extending her tongue to kiss him. Under his fingers' teasing, her body quickly got excited, so next, taking advantage of the early morning sunlight, the two had a thorough and satisfying round, before getting up to dress and start the day's life.
Throughout the process, Willo had no hesitation or worry about wasting time and being discovered by her daughter or anything, as if these were naturally part of her normal life.
After it ended, looking at the red light full-faced Satyr Matriarch, with satisfaction and happiness radiating from her brows and eyes, Charles knew that from now on, she would forever be firmly on his side, his own person, from life to death, never to separate again.
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