Fulilian: Becomes a disciple of Celia at the beginning

Even some experienced old monks had some new insights.

After all, it is a rare opportunity to gather a large amount of single training materials like today.

In addition to the improvement in their skills, the monks of the [Temple] also gained other things.

You know, most of those who have the conditions to practice magic come from good family backgrounds.

Even though the monks would not actively charge for their treatment, the magic candidates all understood the rules and were extremely generous in their donations.

In just one day, the [Holy Temple] raised more than half a month's worth of donations.

Looking at the total amount, Bishop Haita smiled with satisfaction and waved his hand, indicating that another group of monks would be sent tomorrow to continue the treatment.

This opportunity, which provides both abundant training materials and the ability to raise large sums of money for charity, must be seized.

Moreover, the weather seems to be a bit hot in recent days, so it would be best to package some holy water and bring it over to provide to the patients free of charge.

"Your Majesty Bishop."

Beside him, a middle-aged monk asked Haita nervously, "Isn't it a bit too much for us to go there just for the purpose of practicing and raising funds?"

"How could that be?" Haita patted the monk's shoulder and said with a smile.

"They have to thank us."

"Besides, if we can raise enough donations before the cold weather arrives, we can order a batch of winter clothes for the children in those remote mountain villages far outside the Holy City."

"If there's only the Holy Scripture, there's no warmth."

"The glory of the Goddess must be worn by children so they can touch it."

In the restaurant in the evening, the candidates were treated by the monks and were able to take the test multiple times.

All of the monks mentioned the "Holy Church" during the dinner, and their words were full of gratitude and praise.

Chapter 108: Celia's Service

at the same time.

After being outside in the sun for a whole day, Gut was finally able to return to the temple with great difficulty.

Inside the hall, Teacher Celia was standing below, chatting with her fellow apprentice, Zen, who was stumbling over something. Hafka, who had previously passed the stone statue challenge, and his sister Sora were both absent, their whereabouts unknown.

Having been standing for almost the entire day, Gut no longer cared about these things. He looked around, just wanting to find an open space to sit down and rest.

Suddenly, Gut's eyes moved.

Who says you can only sit on the ground to rest? There is a very comfortable chair on the stage.

After thinking about this, Gut took two steps at a time and climbed onto the platform in the blink of an eye, and sat down facing the teacher's seat.

"Ah~"

"Comfortable~"

I have to say, this seat is really soft, and the backrest is made of special material, which is soft yet tough and can support the spine very well. I am afraid that you will not feel tired no matter how long you sit.

As expected of a lazy elf, he has been sitting here for so many years and is great at selecting products.

And the most wonderful thing is the elf's dense body fragrance that has been stained on the seat due to long-term contact.

Gut immediately put his nose close to the leather part of the chair and gave it an epic lung-burning performance.

When Celie heard this "B movement", a pair of cold eyes immediately shot up from the audience.

Gut was not afraid of this at all. He glared back and looked straight into the teacher's eyes.

I have worked hard all day, what's wrong with sitting for a while?

"If you want to rest, just sit still and don't make those weird noises."

Perhaps she could also imagine the disciple's fatigue, so Celiai did not drive the disciple away, but only reminded Gu Te Te not to do such abnormal behavior as "epic lung-beating" again.

But how could Gu Teyou just obey?

If you sit here and don’t feel it more, it would be a waste of your whole day’s hard work.

So Gut simply stopped pretending and collapsed into the teacher's chair, rolling around wildly, and doing an "epic lung-thumping" move.

"Squeak-ah-" "Squeak-ah-" "Squeak-ah-"

The beloved chair kept making noises under Gut's manipulation, while Celie, who was instructing another disciple in magic, gradually became silent.

Gritting her teeth, she looked at Gut who was sitting in her chair. Unable to bear it any longer, Celie finally mobilized her own magic.

On the high platform.

Gut, who was "slipping" through his lungs, suddenly realized that he could no longer control his body.

The resistance in the air became extremely huge, making any movement difficult.

"Oh no! We went too far and the teacher took action!"

"Pah-ta-" "Pah-ta-"

Hearing the sound of straw sandals stepping on the ground getting closer and closer, Gut, who was looking down when he was tied up, could only see a pair of white and tender jade feet gradually appearing in his sight.

Hey, this view seems pretty good too.

Before Gut could continue to appreciate it, the next moment, the magic that was fixing Gut changed. Teacher Celiai walked behind him, reached out from behind the chair, straightened his downward body onto the chair, and then fixed it again.

At this moment, Gut's head, which was fixed on the chair, was adjusted to a slightly upward angle, leaning on the comfortable protrusion of the chair back. The main focus of his vision was the elf's plump breasts and the meaningful smile on his face.

"Teacher, what do you want to do?"

While secretly watching the game, Gut controlled his mouth, which was barely able to move, and asked Celie.

"Aren't you tired? That's why you sit on the teacher's chair to rest."

"In the past, you always gave the teacher a massage. This time, let's switch roles and let the teacher help you. How about that?"

"Isn't this a bit bad?"

"Unfortunately, you don't have the right to refuse."

As he spoke, the elf's pair of white and slender hands came up and gently massaged Gut's scalp, imitating the way his disciples usually massaged themselves.

"hiss--"

"Comfortable?"

"Comfortable"

As long as a person subjectively wants to have a good massage, then even if he or she cannot find the corresponding acupoints, the physical sensation will not be too bad.

At most, the relaxation effect after the massage is slightly worse, but as long as you don't use too much force in your hands, the massage process is generally comfortable.

For example, now, Gut is indeed enjoying the massage from his teacher.

However, it was this long-awaited comfort that made Gut feel a little panicked.

The teacher didn't come here to make herself feel comfortable. The nature of this comfortable massage was probably like a prisoner's last meal before execution.

only.

This "last meal" is really delicious!

While pressing, the elf also asked Gut how to improve it to make it more comfortable?

Following the guidance of the "teacher" Gut, Celia, as the "massage disciple", also obediently adjusted step by step, and massaged the "teacher" Gut until she felt so comfortable that she made a sound.

"it's time!"

Celie's eyes fixed, and her hands paused suddenly.

Gut naturally noticed this unnatural pause. When he was about to ask the teacher for mercy, he was horrified to find that the elf had once again strengthened the intensity of control, and now he couldn't even move his mouth.

The elf's white and slender hands once again rested on Gut's head.

【Magic of sensory stimulation】!

As a burst of magical light emerged, the senses of the disciple under her had been adjusted into strange shapes by Celie.

Now, Gut's feelings of [pleasure] and [pain] have been reversed.

Previously, Celia repeatedly adjusted the head-pressing action to allow Gut to find the most comfortable way, all for the reversal at this moment.

Under the influence of this magic, even if he punished his disciple, his body would not be harmed at all.

After all, he was just giving his disciple a massage.

Before the massage, Celie took one last look at her disciple's face, a trace of pity flashing in her eyes.

But this guy has been going a little too far recently, he really needs to be taught a lesson.

Well, if this punishment makes him feel a little resentful towards me and no longer holds those unrealistic fantasies, maybe it won’t be a bad thing.

Thinking of this, Celie put her hand on it.

But this time, the strength in his hand was a little stronger.

Gutt has mentioned before that beginners should use light force rather than heavy force. If it is too heavy, the pressure will not be very comfortable.

two minutes later

After looking at the disciple's slightly misty eyes, Celie stopped what she was doing, untied the restraint on the disciple's mouth, and asked.

"How does it feel? Will you do such perverted things again in the future?"

"teacher"

"no, do not want"

Celia's eyes flickered. Was she too harsh after all?

"do not stop!"

Celia:

After kicking the untied Gut down on the chair, Celie left without looking back.

"Senior Brother, are you okay?"

At this time, Zane, who was hiding in the corner, came out and quickly ran to his senior brother who was kicked to the ground by the teacher. While asking with concern, he was about to help Gut up from the ground.

"Wait a minute, Zen." Gut stopped his junior brother with his hand and pointed outside and asked.