Witch Monastery

On the withered yellow leaves, the two kissed each other, not feeling cold at all. All they could feel was each other's passion.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance. The two people who were addicted to each other's bodies suddenly woke up, turned their heads, and carefully observed through the bushes, and saw a few nuns sneaking towards them not far away.

Willow suddenly became extremely nervous, as if she was facing a great enemy. Hawthorne raised his finger, made a "silence" gesture, and then carefully observed what they were going to do.

Then, the two heard a nun say, "Sister Winnie, isn't this a bad thing for us to do?"

Then, another nun spoke up, "What's wrong with that? We can't let you starve!"

"But, actually, it's because I didn't feel like eating at night, that's why..."

"That's because you're too worried about your family! It's not your fault, everyone will have this special situation!"

"But I always feel a little guilty about starting a fire in the middle of the night. Firewood is not cheap."

"Don't be afraid, the priest has plenty of money. And even if he doesn't have money, if you go to him now, he will definitely not watch you starve, right?"

"This……"

"What? You don't believe it? Why don't you go wake him up and ask him?"

"Ah, no, no, let's not disturb the priest's rest..."

……

Hawthorne suddenly realized that a combat nun was too anxious to eat at night because of something. Now that the problem was solved, she suddenly felt hungry and wanted to have a midnight snack for herself!

Well... this is a good thing. After all, for a fighter, being able to eat and drink is always better than being in a sub-healthy state where you are not thirsty, hungry, or sweaty all day long!

As he thought about this, he agreed with Miss Winnie's attitude. Even if he had no money, he would never let his nuns starve.

Even if he had to sell his body, he had to pay the girls for the daily necessities.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the girls discussing something again: "By the way, did you hear some noise in the garden just now?"

Willow's heart suddenly rose to her throat, but then, an even more terrifying voice came over: "Indeed, I heard it too, it seemed like a human voice!"

"It's late at night, who else could be here at this time?"

"Ah? Could it be that..."

"There may be a thief who has sneaked into our monastery!"

"what?!"

"Yes, I've heard of this story, too. A perverted thief sneaked into a convent and harmed a nun. The nun was afraid that he would make her name known and ruin her reputation, so she was willing to meet all his demands and even became his accomplice, harming other nuns..."

"Is there such a thing?! We must wake up all the priests and increase our vigilance. We must not let this little thief succeed!"

"I think so too. Quick, sound the alarm and get everyone up—"

Chapter 454 Someone is coming?

Behind the bushes, Willow looked at Hawthorne in fear, with an expression of extreme terror, as if to say, "You'd better think of a solution quickly, if this goes on, the two of us will really be discovered!"

Hawthorne remained calm, showing no signs of panic. Not to mention that the fact that a flower thief had entered the monastery was just the suspicion of these nuns. If they really woke up everyone in the monastery because of such a small matter, would the three of them still be able to live as human beings in the future?

Therefore, he immediately concluded that the real intention of these three girls was definitely not to wake everyone up to catch the thief, but to trick the two of them out!

So, you must never be fooled by them!

So, to cope with this, we can...

霍

Sang's eyes sparkled, and then he leaned over to Willow's ear and whispered something. Willow nodded repeatedly as if she had suddenly realized something, took a deep breath, calmed down, and began to recite the spell silently.

The scattered dead leaves on the ground gathered magically and gathered around her body, turning into a robe again. In the blink of an eye, she turned back into the majestic and dignified appearance she had when she was the mistress.

Just the pink blush remaining on her cheeks was enough for an experienced person to see through her true condition at a glance.

At this time, outside, the three nuns who came out late at night to look for food and supper were also staring at the garden nervously. Hawthorne's guess was correct. They would not wake up everyone for such a small matter. They just said this to scare out the people hiding in the garden.

Seeing that there seemed to be no movement in the garden, the three girls looked at each other, reached a consensus, and then walked forward cautiously in a left-center-right formation.

Their curiosity was aroused, and today, no matter what, they had to find out what the movement in the bushes was.

However, before they took two steps, they heard a calm and majestic female voice: "Don't be nervous, it's me."

Then, Willow, wearing a robe the color of withered yellow leaves, sat up from the bushes and looked at them with a stern face, as if she was in a very bad mood.

Seeing that it was her, several girls were surprised: "Madam Willow? Why are you here?"

Although they had fought side by side, they did not know much about Willow. They only knew that she was a powerful druid, the leader of the Green Ivy Tribe, and the original founder of the Mountain Cleansers Alliance.

Hearing that Father Hawthorne respected her very much, they were naturally filled with awe.

Willow's expression remained unchanged as she said, "Why can't I be here? After all, I am a druid. Being close to nature is the right way for me to cultivate myself."

Several nuns showed expressions of sudden enlightenment. Seeing that she had to sleep outside in the middle of winter and endure the biting cold wind, sympathy suddenly appeared in their eyes.

They couldn't help but recall Hawthorne's words in their minds: Druid is really a profession that is hard to practice and extremely weak...

cough!

The girls were all thinking this in their hearts, and then Willow said softly, "Well, you guys are not sleeping in the middle of the night, you must have something to do."

"Just do what you need to do, don't... um..."

Suddenly, her face turned red and a muffled moan came out of her throat. The girls who were about to leave stopped in their tracks, their expressions looking extremely puzzled: "Madam, what are you doing?"

"I'm fine." Willow bit her teeth and said to them stubbornly, "The environmental pollution in your city is really serious... uh..."

She panted softly, feeling secretly ashamed and annoyed in her heart. She glared at him from the corner of her eye, signaling him to stop making trouble.

At this moment, under her dead leaf robe, Hawthorne put his hand between her plump thighs and gently teased her most sensitive area with his fingers.

Although her robe was magical, its intelligence was a little touching. At this moment, Hawthorne was full of Willow's breath, so the robe identified him as "someone allowed by Willow", and there was no barrier for him, allowing him to come in and out freely.

This gave him room to do something bad. Although he was now lying flat under the bushes, hiding close to Willow's body, he could not bear the loneliness and had to play with her body while she was talking to the girls.

Poor Willow's body was still in the state of afterglow. Every inch of her nerves was extremely sensitive. Now once teased, she couldn't help but react. Her body turned slightly pink, and she was ready to make love again.

Her sudden moan immediately aroused the suspicion of the nuns.

To be precise, it is care.

Seeing her flushed face, blurred eyes, and a layer of fine beads of sweat on her forehead, her whole state looked very abnormal. The three girls couldn't help but worry: "Madam Willow, are you really okay?"

"It's okay." Willow's body shook slightly, "I know my own condition best."

"You look very bad right now. Do you need me to use my divine power to heal you?"

"No, this is normal for a druid...ah..."

"But you're even sweating. Is that okay?"

"No...oh...this is the price your environment gives me. You can't help me...ah..."

The pleasure came in waves, and even though Willow used her willpower to grit her teeth, she still couldn't help but moan, and her condition looked increasingly suspicious.

Outside the bushes, the nun named Winnie frowned slightly. She intuitively felt that something was wrong with the situation. Willow was definitely hiding something from them.

What could it be?

She thought so, then quietly moved half a step forward without making any sound, and leaned over to take a look behind the bushes, at Willow's body.

Suddenly, her eyes widened and her pupils contracted. She couldn't believe what she saw.

Then, she quickly grabbed the hands of the other two girls, turned around and walked back: "Ah, in that case, then Madam Willow, you should concentrate on your practice. Judy, Mary, let's go and not disturb the Madam!"

The other two nuns still had a lot of questions to ask, but

Being dragged and pulled by their friends, they had no choice but to say goodbye to Willow and be dragged away by her.

The three girls walked a long way and only when they rushed into the kitchen did Winnie let go of their hands. She then covered her heart and gasped.

The two girls were immediately confused: "Winnie, what's wrong?"

Winnie took a deep breath to calm her excitement, then said with a serious expression: "You will never believe what I just saw!"

The two girls were immediately filled with uneasiness: "What? Could it be that Mistress Willow is actually a demon?"

Winnie stamped her feet immediately: "No! Oh, how could this be possible!"

She didn't keep the secret any longer and continued, "I just saw that the priest's uniform that Father Hawthorne often wears was placed right behind her butt!"

Suddenly, the two girls' pupils shrank: "Could it be that..."

Winnie nodded seriously: "Yes!"

Another girl was also full of disbelief: "I can't believe that a powerful druid like Madam Willow would actually take the priest's clothes for herself..."

She couldn't say the last word, and her face flushed with shame. Winnie sighed and continued, "Yes, I finally understand what Madam Willow was doing hiding there in the middle of the night."

After a pause, she continued, "That's why I told you to leave quickly. We are not familiar with her. If we really find out about this, we will never be able to get along with each other again!"

The two girls nodded in agreement. Although they had run into each other many times and were used to it, the other party was an outsider after all, so their relationship was not that close.

Then, one of the girls suddenly asked, "But doesn't she have her own room? Why is she in the garden? She will definitely be discovered by others!"

Another girl raised her head and looked towards the ceiling: "Maybe, this is the Druid!"

Winnie nodded as well, her mind full of shameful thoughts: "Well... maybe that's why she chose the time in the second half of the night."

The three girls all smiled in tacit understanding. They were all experienced and had deep insights into this.

After a pause, a girl suddenly said, "Well, do you think that the person hidden under the priest's uniform is actually Father Hawthorne himself?"

Chapter 455: Shifting Positions and Willow's New Habit

The air in the kitchen was solemn, and two pairs of eyes were fixed on Winnie. The latter had a cold sweat on her forehead, and kept recalling the stunning glimpse just now, and her voice became a little stammering: "It should be... impossible?"

"At this time, the priest should have already gone to bed. And even if the priest needs help, it should be Heidi or Sister Celine who will help him..."

She stammered as she spoke, but she herself could not confirm this speculation. The three girls looked at each other, and each noticed the bold thoughts in each other's eyes that could not be concealed...

Not to mention the kitchen, where several girls had some inappropriate ideas, over in the garden, Willow breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the crisis had been resolved.

She was totally unaware of the strange misunderstandings the nuns had about her. She lowered her head and held down Hawthorne's wrist that was inserted into her crotch area with shame and anger, and said angrily, "What are you doing? We were almost discovered just now!"

Hawthorne stood up with a smirk and hugged her body: "It's okay, I know my limits, nothing will happen."

As he said this, he kissed her lightly on the cheek, and his other hand began to move upwards, preparing to climb onto her breasts for a new round of lovemaking.

Willow put her other hand on his wrist and shook her head vigorously, "No, Hawthorne!"

She had already accepted the intimacy between them and had begun to subconsciously call him by his name. But she subconsciously rejected his advances for no other reason than that she had almost been discovered just now, and now he suddenly wanted another round, wasn't that courting death?

She resisted Hawthorne's teasing, but her body's desire had been aroused again and had not yet been extinguished. Blushing, she leaned close to Hawthorne's ear and whispered, "Let's go to a safe place."

Hawthorne raised his eyebrows, but did not refuse, and smiled: "Okay, then, let's go to my room?"

Willow lowered her head and did not refuse, which was considered as tacit consent. Hawthorne picked up his priest's uniform, helped her get up from the garden, and then walked all the way back to her room.

After the door was closed, the two were completely isolated from the outside world, and Willow finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, Hawthorne threw her onto the bed and kissed her passionately from the front.

"Woo..."

Willow responded to him, and the dead leaf robe on her body disintegrated again, revealing her soft body, allowing Hawthorne to do whatever he wanted to her.

But for some reason, lying on this soft big bed, protected by the sense of security of the house, Willow suddenly felt a sense of unnatural strangeness in her heart.

She missed the grass, the breeze, and the moonlight outside. Although there was a danger of being discovered, she missed the feeling of being immersed in the natural environment so much.

How about, next time, let’s find a remote and deserted grove in the mountains?

As soon as this thought came into her mind, Hawthorne, who had already assumed a ready position, rushed forward from the front.

"Oh--"

Here, Willow finally didn't need to endure it anymore and moaned loudly according to her heart. She and Hawthorne held hands tightly, accompanied by

Following the latter's charge, a pair of towering peaks began to sway violently back and forth.

The crisp sound of flesh colliding continued to echo in the room.

……

Meanwhile, in Adele's room.

Lying on the bed, Adele stared at the ceiling with her eyes wide open, unable to fall asleep. She was exhausted from the day's battle, but now she was so worried that she couldn't fall asleep at all.

She was still recalling the battle scene in the sewer. What lingered in her mind was Hawthorne's heroic figure wielding the double-headed sword and his movements when protecting her and her daughter.

She had to admit that her heart was moved. Whenever she thought of that figure, her heartbeat would speed up. Even though the environment was dirty and smelly, and he was covered in dirt, she couldn't help wanting to throw herself into his arms.