Witch Monastery

On the other side, Marlena suddenly raised her head, and her face, which had just been gloomy, suddenly became sunny and bright, like spring flowers blooming: "When there is time, um..."

Thinking of the same question as Hawthorne, her heart was beating wildly. However, after receiving this surprising reply and realizing that Hawthorne did not hate her, her desire suddenly grew wildly and she began to push forward: "How about you come to my house tomorrow and I will show you how to change it?"

After saying this, her face turned red, she lowered her head, and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Hawthorne blinked his eyes, but Andrei's urging came to his ears again. He was so guilty that his heart was beating fast, and he didn't dare to delay any longer: "Okay, then see you tomorrow!"

After saying that, he turned and left in a hurry. Marlena looked up at his receding back, her eyes slightly absent-minded.

He really promised...

I can't believe it... He will come tomorrow, and will come to my house as a guest...

I have to prepare something for him...what would he like...

Hawthorne's figure had already disappeared into the distance. Malena subconsciously raised her foot forward, holding onto the door frame, until his back completely disappeared and she came back to her senses in a trance.

At this moment, a slightly harsh voice sounded beside him: "What are you looking at? Why are you taking a break from your work instead of working properly?"

Marlena turned her head and saw a tall and

A graceful and beautiful figure, draped in a thick nun's robe, slightly twisting her slender waist, like a willow swaying in the wind, or like a small snake, slowly walking towards this side.

"Are all the clothes I asked you to make finished? Or can I inspect them?"

Malena lowered her head quickly, she knew that among all the nuns in the monastery, only this Tribis was the most difficult to deal with. She had a very strict personality, and the other nuns were very afraid of her and dared not make the slightest mistake.

"Not yet," she replied honestly, "but Father Hawthorne came over just now, so I asked him to look at the samples of the stockings."

Upon hearing this, Cuibisi raised her eyebrows.

Among all the witches, the Poison Witch was definitely the one who had the strongest desire to monopolize Hawthorne. She was jealous and slick since she was young, and she could keenly capture the inner desire of every woman who coveted Hawthorne, and then her heart would be filled with uncontrollable anger.

Just like now, hearing this, a hint of coldness suddenly appeared on the corners of her mouth: "The priest was here? What did he do?"

Marlena lowered her head, her heart pounding, like a little girl who had done something wrong. She did not dare to neglect her question at all: "He...just looked at little Lisa, and then we discussed the style of pantyhose. Uh, you see, right here..."

As she spoke, she turned around and showed the pile of pantyhose that she had just shown to Hawthorne to Cuibisi again: "Then, the priest said that whether these proportions are good or not needs to be tested in practice, so he plans to come to my house tomorrow..."

Cuibisi raised her eyebrows, looked at the tight and thin black pantyhose on the table, and then looked at Malena's plump and graceful figure after childbirth. She thought about how sexy and seductive she would be wearing this thing at her house tomorrow...

Suddenly, her anger rose. If she hadn't cared about her image as a nun, she would have started cursing.

But even so, she sneered: "As expected of a woman of noble birth, you have come up with such a good strategy after only being here for a few days."

As she spoke, she slowly walked to the side of the table, picked up a pair of black stockings, and said sarcastically, "Look at these stockings. They are so attractive when you put them on. Men will definitely be unable to control themselves after seeing them!"

"Ms. Marlena, you did a great job~"

She sneered, and immediately, Malena frowned.

Is she... mocking, insulting me even?

For a moment, she couldn't help but doubt her life.

how come?

It’s not like Cuibis hasn’t reprimanded me before, but that was all business, pointing out the shortcomings of my craft. How could she make such a vicious personal attack?

No, it's impossible. The nuns in the monastery are all true angels with great love. How could they say such vicious words just because I have some covetous thoughts about Father Hawthorne...

She must have another meaning, such as...

Looking at the dark and thin black pantyhose, Malena suddenly recalled Hawthorne's words just now, and looked down at her figure again.

Suddenly, an idea struck her.

Her thighs and buttocks are not slim. Black can make you look thinner and more sexy, so when Cuibisi holds black stockings in her hand, she is actually hinting that she will wear this tomorrow!

Cuibisi, I understand!

"Thank you!" She showed a gentle smile, "Ms. Cuibisi, thank you for your reminder. I now understand what you mean!"

Cuibis was a little suspicious. Looking at Malena who suddenly became joyful, she didn't know what this woman had realized.

"I hope so." She sneered, "Then you know what to do, right?"

Marlena nodded repeatedly: "Yes! I know what to do next!"

She thought so, and in front of her, Cuibis had no idea what she was thinking. Thinking that this woman had recalled her pride, reserve, loyalty and honor as a noble, she nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, then, I'm leaving. I hope everything goes well for you here."

After saying that, she turned and left. She had only come into contact with officials in the South Port District, and had never dealt with real nobles. She had no idea that keeping a lover was a common thing among the nobles. Therefore, from the beginning, Malena had no taboos in this regard.

Her heart was burning with excitement, and her mind was full of fantasies about how to dress up tomorrow, how to arrange the whole process, how to please the man she loved, and how to make him accept it all...

Oh, and there is one very important point. Little Lisa theoretically has no classes tomorrow, so where should she arrange her daughter...

Chapter 242 Malena's Desire (Part )

The next day, morning.

Hawthorne arrived at Malena's door as promised. He was still dressed very formally today, his face was very serious. He kept reminding himself in his heart that he came here for official business today and could not be ambiguous like yesterday.

Also, Lisa is not supposed to go to class today, and she is at home. So you have to be kind and amiable, and make this little girl feel like a father, rather than an outsider coveting her mother's beauty!

I guess Malena also has the same idea. She will definitely behave reservedly and dignified in front of her daughter...

After giving himself such a crazy warning, he reached out and knocked on the door gently.

: "Ms. Marlena, are you home?"

There were footsteps in the room, accompanied by Malena's surprised voice: "I'm here, Father, is that you?"

"It's me." Hawthorne responded, and then the door opened. Malena, with a look of surprise on her face, appeared at the door, looking up at him with a smile as bright as spring.

Today, Malena was still wearing the gray knitted sweater on her upper body, which was tight on her body, outlining her magnificent breasts. Just one glance was enough for Hawthorne to hardly take his eyes away.

But when he looked down, the scene made his blood boil. Today, she was no longer wearing the conservative yellow coarse cloth pants, but a pair of black translucent pantyhose!

The black silk stockings wrapped around the plump thighs and plump buttocks, faintly revealing the color of the snow-white skin underneath, making people want to pounce on it, tear it open directly, and taste the wonderful flavor of a mature woman inside.

Hawthorne forced himself to turn his head away, trying to behave like a gentleman. But the sexy image still lingered in his mind, and he couldn't help but complain, does Malena dress like this at home? Isn't she afraid of corrupting her daughter?

He thought he had moved quickly, but the fleeting expression of surprise and disordered breathing were still caught by Malena, and she suddenly felt shy and secretly happy.

Miss Tribis's advice is really good...

"Come in quickly." She then called him into the room. Hawthorne was not polite and walked into it. He looked around and suddenly asked, "Where is little Lisa? She shouldn't have class today?"

"Ah." Marlena turned her head away. "Her magic studies are not very good, so I asked Sister Die to give her some extra lessons in this area this morning."

"Don't worry, there will only be two of us here today, and no third person will come..."

She spoke softly, and Hawthorne's heart skipped a beat when he heard it.

It's bad, the only person who can stop this has been sent away...

Uh……

His thoughts were a little confused, and Marlena closed the door, then picked up the kettle and cup on the square table and poured him a glass of water, "Father, please sit down."

As she spoke, she also sat on the stool. Hawthorne sat opposite her and noticed that the thin black stockings wrapped around her plump thighs were now stretched to be almost transparent, vaguely revealing the fair skin underneath.

Marlena's heartbeat quickened when she realized he was staring at her thighs, but then she boldly kicked off her shoes, crossed her legs, and crossed her voluptuous thighs to make the stockings tighter, as if to let him see more clearly.

She raised one of her plump, beautiful feet, and lifted her toes as high as possible, thus stretching the black silk stockings on the sole of her foot to be almost translucent, revealing the white and rosy delicate skin on the sole and arch of her foot...

"How is it, Father?" She said nervously. She was uneasy about showing her soles to another man in such a seductive manner. "I put on this outfit at home especially for today."

"Father, do I look good in this outfit?"

Hawthorne swallowed his saliva, then nodded, praising him generously: "It looks good. It's really good-looking."

"Ms. Marlena, this dress really suits you."

Marlena’s face flushed: “Thank you for your praise, Father.”

Very good, he likes it very much.

The first step of the plan went smoothly, so now, let’s start the second step.

"Father," she whispered, "I suddenly felt an itch on my back, but I couldn't reach it."

"My hands can't reach it, can you...scratch it for me?"

As she said this, she lowered her head, letting her long, beautiful black hair fall down, covering her face so that Hawthorne could not see her expression.

"Ah good."

Hawthorne looked away and blinked, confused for a moment. He nodded subconsciously, then walked around behind her and put his hand on the sweater on her back: "Is it here?"

Marlena shook her head, "No...ah, I don't feel anything like this."

"Father, please... reach your hand in from the bottom and scratch it for me. Thank you."

Hawthorne paused.

Waiting for me here...

Pursing his dry lips, he then moved his hands downwards, slightly lifted her sweater, and saw her skin, which was as smooth as mutton fat and as warm as jade, and was perfect without a single flaw.

Taking a deep breath, he put his hand under the sweater and covered her warm skin. When their skin touched each other, he could clearly feel that Malena's body was slightly stiff, as if she was also too nervous to control herself.

"Is it itchy here?" he asked.

“No.” Marlena’s voice was thin and soft. “Further up.”

So Hawthorne slowly moved up, deeper into the sweater. From the outside, he could clearly see the outline of his fingers moving slowly upward.

As he continued to move upwards, his hand soon touched a buckle. He knew that it was Malena's bra, and this buckle was the one he was most familiar with, and he could unfasten it with one hand...

"Yes, that's it." Malena whispered, "Father, please help me untie it. The itchy place is down there."

Hawthorne's fingers paused. At this point, she

It's almost a showdown.

but……

He still remembered an old saying from his previous life: Widows can’t sleep!

There will be a great disaster!

and so……

Chapter 243 Malena's Desire (Part )

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Hawthorne wanted to stop there, but his fingers would not listen to him. With just a slight pinch, the buckle at the back of the bra was opened, and the straps slid slowly along the skin of Malena's back to both sides.

The bra fell off, and even though it couldn't be seen from outside, he knew that more forbidden areas were slowly opening up to him.

He scratched her back gently while asking, "Is it here?"

"Um……"

And Malena's breath began to mix with some comfortable moans: "Right... No, a little more to the right, a little more to the right..."

Hawthorne followed his instructions and moved his hand to the right, and soon reached the edge of her back. Then, the woman changed her words: "A little further forward, just a little bit."

So, he slowly moved his hand forward. Even though he was wearing a thick knitted sweater, he could clearly see from the outside where his hand was reaching...

"Ma'am, do you need to go a little further?"

He asked softly, and then he used his nails to scratch her, but his hand was moving forward uncontrollably. As long as he got her consent, he would immediately reach the forbidden peak...

"Ah."

Malena responded silently, and this response was like lightning, which was equivalent to a complete showdown with him.

Come on, touch my body.

The eager exhortation was heartbreaking, and it also made Hawthorne suddenly feel a strong sense of responsibility.

She is already a widow, I can't let her be a widow any longer!

So he reached forward with his right hand and pushed open the half-bowl bra that was still fastened on her chest. He opened his five fingers and grasped the plump snow-capped mountain on her right breast!

"what--!"

Malena was shocked. Although she was already a married woman, she had not experienced lovemaking for nearly six years. Now her breasts were covered by a man's big hand again. Her body was immediately stressed, and even the buds on the top of her breasts stood up instantly, pressing against Hawthorne's palm!

"Ma'am, is this the place?"

Hawthorne asked nervously, his voice a little hoarse. This experience of pretending to be serious was almost a torture to his spirit.

"Yes...here."