Witch Monastery

"OK then."

Hawthorne put another piece of steak into his mouth with a fork, chewed it, and answered vaguely: "Then I will go to her this afternoon, see her, and play with her for a while."

Having made up his mind, he said no more and slowly ate the remaining steak, lettuce, tomatoes, etc., and finally drank a large glass of milk. Only then did his stomach feel satisfied.

Heidi was waiting beside him, gazing at him tenderly with her watery eyes, as if she was already very happy just by looking at his profile.

After he finished eating, she took out a tissue and helped him clean the stains around his mouth. Huo Sang did not move, and enjoyed her service at ease. After everything was done, she stood up and walked out: "Please tell Die that the afternoon training will be postponed for the time being. I will be back in a while."

Heidi nodded slightly, and Hawthorne took a step and walked quickly towards the courtyard next door.

At this time, little Lisa was probably not at home, but in the sewing shop. Malena was used to leaving get off work a little earlier in the morning and going home to cook, so that the little girl could have a hot meal when she got home.

Then, after lunch, she would take her daughter to the sewing shop so that the little girl could have a nice nap on the folding bed while she caught up on the work she had missed in the morning.

Therefore, it would be a good idea for him to go directly to the sewing shop. Even if he missed them, he could wait for them to come there.

There was nothing wrong with his idea. It might be because he took too long to eat. So when he pushed open the door of the sewing shop, Malena was already sitting in front of the sewing machine and started her afternoon work.

It was already late autumn and the weather was quite cold, but the walls of the monastery were not only soundproof but also warm, so it was still quite warm inside the sewing shop.

In the room, Malena had taken off her brown leather jacket and hung it on the wall next to her. She was only wearing a gray round-neck knitted sweater on her upper body, which made her slender neck look even whiter.

Her long black wavy hair fell naturally behind her, and her elastic sweater clung to her plump and mature body. Her proud breasts stood high, coupled with her unique charm that only young women possessed, making Hawthorne unable to take his eyes away as soon as he entered.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Marlena looked up, her eyes lit up, and a look of surprise appeared on her pretty face: "Father?"

But then she lowered her voice, but even so, her tone was full of excitement: "Why are you here?"

Hawthorne withdrew his gaze and secretly reminded himself that he was here to visit little Lisa, not to seduce Malena.

I can't lose my composure in front of her, otherwise, it would be a small matter of embarrassment, but if it leaves a bad impression on her and makes her disappointed in the Church of the Goddess of Life, and then she doubts my identity as a priest, then things will be troublesome...

cough!

Chapter 239 She needs a father, so...

"I promised Lisa that I would come here as a guest. I happened to be free now, so I came to see her." He also lowered his voice and said, "Is she asleep?"

"Yeah." Marlena nodded and turned to look behind her. Hawthorne also looked over there and saw a small folding bed behind her workstation. Little Lisa had taken off her coat, pants and shoes, and was only wearing a pink sweater. She was curled up, covered with a beige wool blanket, and was sleeping soundly.

Her rosy and delicate face exuded a tranquility, and her delicate little nose conveyed the sound of her even breathing, which made Hawthorne unable to help but feel pity for her.

He wanted to touch her delicate skin, but was afraid of disturbing her sleep, so he just looked at her delicate golden eyelashes from a distance and couldn't help but sigh softly: "I came at an unlucky time, she's already asleep."

Hearing this, Marlena couldn't help but smile: "Not really, Lisa has been talking about you these past few days. She really likes you. If she wakes up and finds that you came to see her, she will definitely be very happy."

Hearing this, Hawthorne couldn't help but smile: "Then I'll wait here for a while, and give her a surprise when she wakes up."

Having said this, he turned his head and looked around, preparing to find another stool to sit down and wait for little Lisa to wake up.

Behind him, Malena looked at his long silver hair and handsome profile, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

She took a deep breath. The excess nutrition and energy not only made her beautiful again, but also transformed into a desire for pleasure within her young body.

Normally, this desire could be suppressed and soothed, but today, when she saw this handsome and strong man who had saved herself and her daughter from danger twice, the fire of desire suddenly "banged" and began to ignite.

She pursed her slightly dry lips and felt a little thirsty.

"Well... Father, there are no extra stools in the sewing shop. Why don't you sit here?" She said, pushing over the high-legged square stool she had just sat on while working. "I can stand while working. It won't be a problem."

Hawthorne waved his hand immediately: "No, you still have to work. I'd better stand. It won't take long anyway."

He smiled softly as he spoke, and Marlena swallowed, lowered her head, and looked at the wooden bench. "This bench is actually not that narrow. How about... we squeeze in?"

Hawthorne's expression froze for a moment.

What is she doing?

He was not sure. A bold guess emerged in his mind, but he was not sure.

He looked towards her, but at this time, Malena had already lowered her head. Her long black wavy hair hung down, blocking her face, so Hawthorne couldn't see her expression clearly: "Come, Father, please sit down first."

Hawthorne also swallowed his saliva, and his heart began to beat faster. As Malena gradually recovered, he could feel more and more of the beautiful charm that only belonged to a mature young woman emanating from her.

Now that he had to sit close to the other person, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself.

No, Hawthorne, you have to be reserved, you are here to see little Lisa. And they are outsiders, you have to maintain a good image, and not let her have the slightest resentment or suspicion...

"Okay," he said, "I'll squeeze in with you then."

After saying that, he walked over and sat on half of the square stool, while glancing at Malena's face out of the corner of his eye.

Through the faintly visible hair, he could clearly see that the woman's cheek was flushed with an alluring blush. It was obvious that she was under tremendous psychological pressure.

But she still sat down firmly and then pressed her body against his.

Close to Malena's voluptuous and mature body, even through a thick knitted sweater, Hawthorne seemed to be able to feel the heat from her body. He could even vaguely smell the fragrance from her hair, every bit of which touched his heartstrings.

Malena's face was also hot. She pretended nothing had happened and wanted to continue her work, but she soon realized that the man she was so attracted to and desired so much was sitting next to her, close to her, so she really couldn't think of anything else except him.

So she simply gave up the work in her hands, thought for a moment, and took the initiative to talk to him: "Lisa really likes you, Father."

Hawthorne was also very nervous, and responded perfunctorily: "Really? Maybe she's just curious. After all, this should be her first time to come into contact with religious knowledge?"

"That's one reason." Marlena lowered her eyes, her voice a little sad, "But there's another reason. After all, her father died a long time ago."

"She lacked love from her father since she was a child, her family was so poor, and her health was so weak that she had few friends."

"Luckily I met you all in the monastery, otherwise I can't imagine what kind of childhood little Lisa will have, or even whether she can live safely to grow up..."

As she spoke of this, she suddenly became a little sad when talking about the sad past. Hawthorne sighed and said, "There is nothing we can do. There are just so many misfortunes in this world."

"We, the believers of the Goddess of Life, can only save as many as possible within the scope of our own abilities."

Marlena looked up at him.

Her eyes were as gentle as water, flashing with emotion: "Well, you are a person with great kindness in your heart."

After a pause, she turned her head so that he couldn't see her true expression. "So, could you please take care of Lisa from time to time? Although I can't find a real father for her, I think you...may be able to help her make up for this shortcoming."

Hawthorne was stunned for a moment, and then his heart started beating wildly.

Is this... a hint to me?

Hiss...Should I be more reserved?

still is……

"Of course." He nodded, "I like her too, this is what I should do."

Malena looked at his face and listened to his voice. She felt as if her heart was on fire. She wanted to pounce on him directly, but she was afraid that her eager and fanatical state would scare this boy who was much younger than her...

Just as she was struggling in pain, there was a noise from the small bed behind her. The two adults turned their heads and saw little Lisa opened her hazy eyes and woke up.

And in the next second, the pendant clock on the wall slowly rang. Obviously, this little girl's biological clock is almost in perfect harmony with the real world.

Hawthorne stood up quickly, and when the girl saw that it was him, her face was immediately filled with surprise: "Father!"

As she said this, she stretched out her arms from under the blanket and began to act coquettishly: "I want a hug—"

Hawthorne smiled, took a step forward, lifted the blanket, stretched out his arms, and picked her up from the small bed. He felt as if he was hugging a soft little stove, and all he felt was the warm energy that she brought out of the quilt.

Little Lisa also hugged his neck tightly, squinted her eyes, pressed her little face against his profile, and sniffed between his hair and neck: "Smells good, hehe..."

Her little hands were scratching his hair. Behind her, Malena looked at the two intimate people and couldn't help but smile.

so good……

She thought so, restrained the delusions in her mind, went over to pick up Lisa's white leather jacket, raised her arm, and asked her to put it on: "Lisa, change your clothes, it's time to go to school."

"Ah?" Lisa frowned and turned to look at her mother, her eyes full of reluctance. "The priest finally came here..."

Hawthorne gently stroked her soft blonde hair and said, "It's okay, Lisa, I'll come again tomorrow."

"Go quickly, go to class first, don't delay today's serious work!"

As he spoke, he opened his palms and pinched the soft skin on her back with his index finger and thumb through her sweater, making the little girl giggle. After hearing this promise, her mood became high again, and she obediently put on her clothes, then got down from his arms and put on her shoes: "Then, Father, I'm going to study!"

As she spoke, Marlena had already brought the small rough cloth schoolbag to her. Little Lisa put it on her back, waved goodbye, turned around, and rushed out the door.

Chapter 240 Malena's Desire (I)

Looking at Lisa's receding figure, Hawthorne couldn't help but sigh: "What a lively child."

After saying this, he glanced at the sky and prepared to leave. He did not intend to delay the afternoon training. After all, the battle with the Abyss Lord was imminent. If he could master a new expertise before the decisive battle, the situation would definitely be much more advantageous to him.

"Hey, Father." Malena suddenly called out, "Are you busy this afternoon?"

Hawthorne paused, not knowing if it was his illusion, he always felt that there was a strong reluctance in Malena's voice.

Considering her performance just now, this shouldn't be an illusion...

As this thought came to his mind, his feet seemed to be sucked by a magnet and he could not move even an inch.

"Uh... I..." His heart was pounding, and he was even a little incoherent. "I'm not very busy. What can I do for you?"

Marlena lowered her eyes, and her face, which had just calmed down, became a little rosy again: "Nothing, it's just..."

"I heard that you have some thoughts about clothing design. Coincidentally, I have some new ideas recently, so..."

She said this and swallowed lightly: "Would you like to stay here for a while, and we...exchange ideas?"

Hawthorne's heart was beating wildly, thinking of the afternoon classes, training, and exercises that Die had prepared for him, as well as the necessary exercises to improve his attributes...

No, Hawthorne, you have so many things you have to do, you can't waste time on such trivial matters.

With a heavy mental burden, he nodded with great difficulty: "Okay, I have nothing to do this afternoon, so let's have a little exchange."

Malena was a little nervous, her breathing was a little rapid. She lowered her head, then sat down on the stool, revealing half of her body: "Then, Father, please sit down."

Hawthorne was not polite and sat down next to her on that half of the stool. Although the stool was indeed large, it was still a bit difficult to fit two adults at the same time.

Especially Malena, whether it was natural or because she had given birth, her buttocks looked extremely plump, even with a bit of "easy delivery" meaning.

The feeling of only being able to sit on half of the chair made her feel very uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but want to move towards Hawthorne, leaning here, squeezing here.

Fortunately, she

Today she was wearing a pair of very conservative brown coarse cloth trousers, which completely isolated her skin. Hawthorne's clothes were also thick enough, otherwise if they really stuck together, who knows what kind of fire would be aroused.

"Well, ma'am, shall we get started?" He tried to get to the point, and Marlena nodded gently: "Well, it's like this, Father, I'm thinking about how to arrange the colors and patterns of these pantyhose to make them more appealing."

As she said this, she took out a pile of pantyhose of different lengths, sizes, and colors, black and white, from the box next to the sewing machine. These were samples. Hawthorne had mentioned these clothes to the nuns after upgrading the monastery to level 2 and building a sewing shop, but it was not until today that these clothes were made for the first time.

He had been waiting for these for a long time. Making money with these stockings was secondary. He wanted to unlock the new illustrations of the witches as soon as possible: whether it was the new illustrations of nuns wearing black or white stockings under their robes, or various styles of sexy swimsuits, or even gorgeous and beautiful wedding dresses...

This game is quite good in a sense. At least the witches' skins don't require money. You can unlock them all by playing...

cough!

But at this moment, Hawthorne's mind was not on these pantyhose. The faint fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, and he tried to control his eyes to appreciate those pantyhose, but his eyes always couldn't help but pass over her full breasts.

His face was flushed, and he reluctantly gave advice: "Well, this... According to some books I read in my early years, in terms of patterns, vertical stripes will make people look thinner, while horizontal stripes will make the legs look fatter."

"Similarly, because white makes people look fat and black makes people look thin, so the more tender, thin and long the pantyhose are, the more they should be white, and add some horizontal stripes as decoration; while those designed for mature, plump or strong people need to be black, supplemented with vertical stripes..."

"Of course, this is just a theory. To determine the specific length-to-width ratio and the type of stripes that would look good, we still need actual operational experiments and a flash of genius..."

Marlena's face gradually turned red. "That is to say, we still have to try it on to see if it looks good or not?"

Hawthorne's heart trembled, and his mind could not stop thinking: "Well, yes, it would be better to have models with different body shapes to wear all of these..."

Marlena lowered her head even lower, but was afraid that he couldn't hear her, so she turned slightly, came closer, and asked him in a whisper as soft as a mosquito: "Well, how about I put it on and show it to you?"

Hawthorne tried to hold back his expression, secretly swallowed his saliva, and nodded: "Okay, then..."

"Owner!"

He was just about to say, "I'll step aside for a while while you change your clothes," when suddenly, the mosquito that was resting beside his ear made a sound: "Cui Bisi is rushing towards you, leave quickly, or she will catch you committing adultery!"

Hawthorne suddenly came to his senses. Feeling guilty, he stood up abruptly and coughed lightly: "Uh, sorry, Ms. Marlena, I have to leave today."

"I still have some training tasks to complete this afternoon, and Miss Die is still waiting for me over there, I can't break the appointment."

"So, let's talk about clothes another day."

As he said this, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he turned around and prepared to leave immediately. Malena was immediately filled with disappointment, and she forced a polite smile: "Okay, then Father, you go ahead and do your work."

The visible loss was heartbreaking. Hawthorne bit his lower lip, and a noble realization emerged in his heart.

I can’t let her hard work and expectations go to waste, and I can’t let her be like little Lisa, suspecting that I might be disgusted with and hate her!

Thinking of this, he continued to ask: "Madam, are you free tomorrow? Maybe I can come over tomorrow, uh..."

Chapter 241 Malena's Desire (Part )

As soon as he said this, Hawthorne regretted it. He suddenly remembered that today was Friday and tomorrow was Saturday. Logically, Malena should have a day off, but what he said was like forcing her to work overtime...