Witch Monastery

The patriarch of this family, Andrew Cavendish, was the previous Minister of Health of Port Liber. Under his leadership, doctors had made great progress in the technology of human organ transplantation.

Today, this old man, who had made countless contributions to the city's medical development, is now lying unconscious on his big bed, with only a strong middle-aged nanny taking care of him.

Outside the door, his children, several brightly dressed middle-aged nobles who now hold high positions in various industries in Liber Port, were discussing anxiously in a low voice:

"Has the kidney that the old man ordered been received yet?"

"Something unexpected happened. The young man suddenly borrowed a large sum of money from Blue Dragon Bank. He didn't plan to sell his kidney."

"Damn it, can't you just take some necessary measures like before!"

"It's not easy. The Sannasa Guild has already died, and we haven't found a new reliable partner in a short period of time..."

"Then go find it quickly! If we don't want our family to be reduced to earls in the future, we must do this!"

"Uh... yes, yes!"

The two talked in low voices, their words filled with uncontrollable anxiety.

However, what they didn't know at this moment was that in the old man's bedroom, a bat quietly flew in from the open window and landed on the window sill.

At the bedside, the nanny who was in charge of taking care of the elderly suddenly felt a strong sense of fatigue. Her body began to stagger, and then she fell to the ground uncontrollably and fell into a coma.

The old man who once held great power but was now withered and dying suddenly heard the voice of a young man: "If I promise you eternal health and life, what will you give me in return?"

On the bed, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying light flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

"Everything I have..." He struggled to squeeze out these few words from his hoarse throat, "Everything I have... can be given to you!"

He said this, and at this moment, the desire for life overwhelmed everything else.

"Okay then." The voice then said, "Well, now, get out of bed and suck the blood out of that unconscious woman..."

On the bed, the old man's breathing became heavier, and his canine teeth gradually stretched out.

The eyes also turned blood red.

He got out of bed and put on his shoes. His skinny body suddenly possessed incomparably strong strength. He hugged the unconscious maid on the ground, opened his mouth, and bit his teeth fiercely into her.

……

The ship slowly docked at the South Port, and Huo Sang and the others got off the ship one after another. He and An Nuo decided on how to report to the Black Rod Tower, how to form a special team, how to be vigilant and deal with possible threats from vampires, etc., and sorted them all out into materials. After confirming that everything was OK, he kissed her goodbye reluctantly and sent her on the carriage back to the Black Rod Tower.

After that, without further delay, he returned to the monastery with the sisters of battle and sorted out the spoils of this trip: the rusty chain mail, shields, machetes, etc. were all given to Ekta to be melted down in the blacksmith shop and recycled;

The precious burial objects, such as the jewels in the coffins of the Death Knight and the Lich, were all given to Cuibisi, who would find a reliable channel to exchange them for money.

As for the magic equipment taken from the two BOSSes, Hawthorne will keep them for the time being, and will adjust them when he finds a chance, or give them to the right people to wear when he meets them.

By the time he finished dealing with all this, it was already evening. After a busy day, he did not choose to rest immediately, but quietly came to Malena's door and knocked gently.

He had been away for more than half a week and he really missed his daughter.

With the sound of hurried footsteps, the door of the room was soon opened. Little Lisa, who was wearing pajamas and pink slippers, saw that it was him, and her eyes lit up immediately, and then she cheered: "Father!"

Her golden hair was wet and exuded a faint soapy scent. There were water droplets on her cheeks that had not been wiped clean yet. It was obvious that she had just taken a shower and was getting ready for bed.

It was a bit early at this time, but considering that this girl had a relaxed night life, it didn't seem to be a bad idea to go to bed early.

Regardless of whether it was Die or Andrei who taught her, the educational philosophy was inherited from Hawthorne: that is, to make sure that she had learned and understood everything in class, and never assign her any homework after class.

Even if the light magic can create a strong light that illuminates everything around, it is still too harmful to the eyes to continue reading and writing at night.

So Hawthorne asked them not to arrange such after-school tasks for the little girl, to ensure that she had sufficient freedom at night and could go to bed early.

"Father, hug me!"

Seeing that it was him, little Lisa's eyes lit up, an expression of joy appeared on her face, she called out softly, then opened her arms to him and let him hug her.

Hawthorne leaned over and picked her up. As soon as he started, he felt a heaviness in his arms.

With the awakening of her blood and sufficient nutrition, little Lisa, who was only ten years old this year, seemed to have entered a period of rapid physical development ahead of schedule. Not only had her height increased significantly, but her weight was also increasing rapidly. He almost had the illusion that he could not hold her anymore.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Hawthorne has been focusing on practicing many combat skills during this period, instead of focusing on improving his own attribute values.

But fortunately, no matter what this girl will look like in the future, at least he can easily pick her up now.

He let her little butt sit on his arms and her little hands around his neck, then closed the door, walked into the room, and then into Malena's bedroom.

Here, Malena was sitting by the bed, holding Guinevere in her arms and feeding her. The little girl closed her eyes and sucked the breast milk hard, not bitter or making a fuss, and looked very comfortable.

Hawthorne moved closer, looked down at his daughter, and stretched out his hand, wanting to pinch her little nose to tease her, but halfway through, he was afraid of disturbing her feeding, so he stopped halfway and did not move closer.

But little Lisa, seeing him stretch out his hand, bent back, turned her head, and took the initiative to put her nose close to his fingers.

Hawthorne smiled and pinched it, and the little girl smiled foolishly and seemed to enjoy it very much.

He held her in his arms, patted her back gently, and tried to coax her to sleep. Little Lisa lay on his shoulder, adjusted a very comfortable position, closed her eyes, and gently sniffed the scent between his hair.

At the same time, he asked Marlena softly, "Has everything been going well these past few days?"

Chapter 639 Angel Dog (I)

Marlena smiled and said, "Don't worry. This is not my first time taking care of a child. Even if it's difficult, how difficult can it be? It won't be more difficult than the past two years."

Hawthorne also smiled: "The meaning of my existence is to make it easier for you."

Marlena smiled, then lowered her head, leaned against his shoulder, and said softly, "No, you have no experience in raising children, and following me all day will only make things worse."

"Just mind your own business. Come visit your daughter when you have time. I don't need anything more."

Hawthorne extended one arm and hugged her, feeling warm and indescribably comfortable in his heart.

In front, finally, little Guinevere was full and spit out Malena's nipple. She still had her eyes closed, but her breathing gradually became even.

In fact, after these few months, the little guy has been able to open his eyes.

However, Hawthorne came at an unlucky time. After the little girl had eaten, she planned to go to sleep and had no intention of paying any attention to him as her father.

Marlena sang a lullaby softly, and Guinevere's breathing gradually became even. When it was almost time, she put her in the baby cradle beside the bed, wrapped her in a blanket, and then turned her head and looked at Hawthorne: "I have something I want to discuss with you."

Hawthorne's expression changed: "Tell me, what do you think?"

"That's right." Marlena said, "According to your ideas, I have designed more than a hundred sets of clothes in the past year or so."

"Honestly, Hawthorne, you are really a genius. I don't know how you can fit so many beautiful clothes in your head..."

Hawthorne turned his head away guiltily: "Ah... it was just a sudden flash of inspiration. It's all your credit that it was actually realized in the design drawing, Malena. The main reason is that you have a high enough aesthetic taste..."

He did feel a little guilty, because the clothes he asked Malena to design, whether they were teacher uniforms, nurse uniforms, stewardess uniforms, tight leather jackets, bunny girl costumes, one-piece black stockings, pantyhose, suspenders, thigh socks or leg rings, etc., none of them were original creations that he so-called "flash of inspiration", but all came from the many works he had observed in his previous life.

After traveling to this world, he could no longer see the beautiful clothes he had seen in the past, which made him feel a little regretful. So sometimes when he was chatting with Marlena, he couldn't help but mention these ideas and asked her to design them.

And Malena really has this ability. Not only can she implement his ideas, but she can also combine her own ideas to produce many different styles. She can always surprise him and arouse his heart, making him unable to stop.

Hearing what he said, Marlena smiled, and the pride of being recognized surged in her heart. She slightly leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "In short, it would be a waste if these clothes were only limited to our own use or circulated in this small area of ​​Nangang District."

"In fact, I heard that some residents in other districts also bought them from us and then sold them to people who liked them at a high price - but the profit difference was taken away by them, and we didn't get any."

As she said this, she sniffed and looked a little angry: "How can we let them take our achievements and profit from them so unscrupulously!"

Hawthorne nodded, and understood her feelings very well: "Yes, I think so too. So, what are you going to do? Open branches in other districts?"

Marlena shook her head. “No, that’s too much work. It would require so many people to work together, and it’s not efficient. I don’t want that much.”

As she said this, she raised her head, with a rare hint of pride on her face: "I should let them come to me and ask me about the prices of these clothes!"

Hawthorne nodded slightly. At this moment, he suddenly saw in her the temperament of a young lady from an aristocratic family: "Okay, this idea is better than mine, so what are you going to do?"

Marlena came over and whispered, "I'm planning on having a fashion show. It would be best if it's big and famous enough to attract some nobles."

"Then, we will invite some models to wear the clothes you designed and walk on the runway to promote our brand."

"What do you think of this plan?"

Hawthorne nodded: "Yes, I think it's feasible. Do you have a plan? Where do you plan to do it?"

Marlena pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Didn't the Casalante family go bankrupt? Who owns the theater that used to belong to my family now?"

Hawthorne touched his chin and said, "I really didn't care about this. Oh, don't talk nonsense. The Casalante family is not all dead. The theater is now... I asked around. It seems that their family sold a lot of things to pay off their debts. Hmm..."

He lowered his head and looked at Marlena: "If I buy that theater again and give it to you to run, do you have the confidence to manage it well?"

As he said this, an idea suddenly occurred to him: "Oh, the limelight is almost over. If you are willing, you can also direct the White Swan Dance Troupe and the Sisters of Redemption."

He himself really doesn't understand art, and it would be a waste to keep these resources in his hands. It would be better to hand them over to Malena to manage, so that they can bring more light and heat.

Marlena's eyes lit up: "Great, um, to be honest, those girls are all good seedlings..."

As she spoke, she became excited, moved closer to Hawthorne, and put her arms around his shoulders: "Dear, let's..."

Hawthorne turned his head and glanced at little Lisa, and found that the girl was breathing evenly and was probably asleep.

He then gently placed the girl on the bed, tucked her in, then lowered his head, laid on Marlena's chest, lifted her clothes, and said, "Okay, now that the little ones are asleep, it's time for the two of us."

As he spoke, he grasped her huge breasts, which had swelled a little due to excessive breast milk secretion in the past two months, and squeezed them gently twice. Sweet milk then secreted from her nipples.

Marlena chuckled and said, "You are already an adult, why are you still fighting with your own daughter for milk?"

Huo Sang curled his lips, knowing that she was joking, and was not angry, and said: "I am too tired from training during the day, I need

I need to replenish my nutrition at night."

As he said this, he opened his mouth and took one of the dark red nipples into his mouth.

"Um……"

Malena hummed softly, and her breathing began to become a little heavy. Hawthorne was not only sucking, he was also licking and biting her, teasing her with various methods and techniques, stirring her desire.

Her heart was also full of anticipation. After giving birth, for the sake of her health, she had not made love with Hawthorne for more than a month.

Now that he was back from outside, she naturally didn't want to miss this opportunity.

She reached out to unbutton his clothes, responded to his actions, grabbed the raised, angry dragon in his lower body, and gently stroked it with her dexterous little hands.

After a moment, the well-prepared Malena stood up, leaned against the wall, bent forward, stuck out her butt, and waited for his entry in the most comfortable position.

Hawthorne held her waist, aimed his weapon at the entrance of the garden, and drove straight in.

"Oh……"

A satisfied moan came from Malena's throat, followed by a series of crisp collision sounds, causing her huge breasts to sway back and forth, continuously and extremely seductively.

The two were immersed in the beauty and pleasure provided by each other's bodies, forgetting time and ignoring their surroundings.

So neither of them noticed that, behind them, the "asleep" little Lisa quietly opened her eyes at some point, her blue pupils flashing with excitement, watching everything nervously and curiously...

After a long time, Hawthorne, who had changed several positions, released himself inside Malena. He then helped her, who was already as soft as mud, to the bed. After covering her with a quilt, he gave her a light kiss on the lips as a farewell.

Then he turned around and strode outside.

Tonight, he has another date to attend to and some other things to deal with.

And at this time, in another place.

"Um……"

In the dark cell, only a few braziers barely illuminated the surroundings. In the shadows, a woman wearing a loose prison uniform with horizontal stripes on the upper body was lying on a small bed, lifting her clothes and soothing her eager body with her fingers.

She was only wearing the prison uniform on her upper body, with her lower body completely naked, and her two snow-white thighs completely exposed to the air. Now the hem of the prison uniform was lifted up, revealing her well-toned belly and firm, towering breasts.

Looking closely, she actually had a pink uterus-shaped tattoo on her lower abdomen. The hair in her triangle area was shaved cleanly, and her plump and toned white thighs were spread out to the sides, revealing her moist secret garden.

And this woman's hands, one of them was climbing on her chest, constantly teasing the pink nipple that was already engorged with blood; the other one was touching between her legs, awkwardly teasing the sensitive buds that were also engorged with blood!

She is desecrating her own body to satisfy her own desires.

This woman is, of course, Sulfaro.

Chapter 640 Angel Dog (Part )

Sulfaro had been imprisoned in this prison by Hawthorne for some time, ever since he was released from that lonely little world.

During this period, sometimes it was Hawthorne, sometimes it was other nuns, in short, these people were equally evil. Whenever they came down, they would tie her up and then use their fingers or other things to desecrate her body.

Sulfaro has experienced all kinds of strange props: thick tentacles, vibrating balls, sensitive potions, low-temperature candles and even unknown strange insects, all of which have been used on her body more than once, causing her to have multiple orgasms and unable to stop.

And every time they let her reach the top, these people would continue to write that strange symbol on her thighs as a mark of her shame!

As the number of times increased, at least Sulfaro no longer felt so ashamed of them writing on her body. She accepted the blasphemy of these people calmly and even began to enjoy the pleasure.

The main thing was that while she felt humiliated, she could also get a little comfort in her heart: at least these people were willing to talk to her and quarrel with her while tormenting her, and inadvertently reveal what was happening outside and how Malena and her dark angels were doing now.

This feeling of having someone by her side was always better than being alone in a world of absolute whiteness and silence for several months. After tasting the company of someone again, she, who had been alone for too long, even began to look forward to what message the nuns would bring the next time they came in.

However, the terrible thing is that she can clearly feel that the number of times these people molested her body is decreasing!

At the beginning, Hawthorne would let her orgasm three times in a row; but after a few days, she could only enjoy it twice; until now, he would only let her have sex once, and the second time, it would come to an abrupt end, leaving her with a heart full of emptiness and longing, and then he would turn around and leave!