Witch Monastery

Hawthorne couldn't help but go over and put his hand on her shoulders. He moved his hands slowly down along her shoulder straps and pressed his fingers on the buttons on the back of her bra. He pinched them gently and the bra straps suddenly loosened. The soft breast flesh and the tightly pressed bra separated from each other, revealing a gap in the middle that was big enough for his fingers to enter.

He skillfully reached out and took off the bra completely, exposing the firm and soft breasts that were protected by layers of protection. The two bright red points at the top seemed to be flashing with seductive light.

Annuo was used to such experiences, but when she thought about tonight's experience, she suddenly had an idea and remembered something.

Oh yes, and that thing, I haven’t asked him yet!

Chapter 756 She calls you Master, so...

Thinking of this, An Nuo leaned over and whispered, "You said that Ekta is very obedient to you now, right?"

Hawthorne nodded, thinking that she was worried about Ekta's condition, and assured her: "Don't worry, she will

To save me, she disregarded her own safety like she did last night. Normally, she would absolutely listen to me and would never refuse anything I asked her to do..."

He patted his chest to make sure, trying to reassure An Nuo. However, when An Nuo heard this, his expression suddenly changed: "Well, if you let her take the initiative to do something, such as..."

Hawthorne opened his mouth, and his intuition suddenly made him feel a strong sense of danger: "This, uh..."

An Nuo narrowed his eyes and stared at him: "Really? Hmm? Master?"

She stretched out her voice and leaned forward slightly, her towering breasts touching his chest and her forehead almost touching his face.

Hawthorne suddenly felt his hair stand on end.

His scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but take a half step back, almost falling down, mumbling incoherently: "Uh, this... Actually, uh..."

An Nuo leaned forward slightly, leaning on him, raised his little face, and deliberately said: "Master, do you have anything else to tell me? Do you need me to do anything for you, Master?"

She kept calling him master, and her tone was so sarcastic that Hawthorne's scalp tingled: "This, it's not, An Nuo, listen to my explanation..."

An Nuo turned his face away and pouted: "I won't listen. She called you like that. There must be something fishy between you two."

As she spoke, she suddenly shivered. In this season, even if there was a bathtub filled with hot water next to her, she would still feel cold standing naked in the room.

Hawthorne hugged her naked upper body and shared his warmth with her. Looking at her stubborn face with her pouty lips, he sighed: "Let's go to the bathtub first, and then we'll talk."

An Nuo nodded gently, naturally not objecting. She also felt cold, so in his arms, she obediently reached out and took off her pants.

As a result, her two white thighs were completely exposed, and the triangular area was covered with only a thin, almost translucent pink underpants. The golden grass was hidden underneath, looking hazy and full of temptation.

She stretched out one of her little feet, put it into the tub, tested the water temperature, and then pulled it back out.

Then, she reached out, grabbed the edge of her panties, bent down, and let the three pink panties slowly slide down her thighs.

Hawthorne also began to take off his clothes, but his movements were much more efficient than Anno's. He quickly stripped off all his clothes and then stepped into the bathtub first: "Hiss——"

Feeling that the water was a little hot, he withdrew his feet and added some cool water into it. Only then did he step back in with confidence and slowly sit down.

An Nuo also took off the last bit of covering on her body at this moment, and her naked body was exposed in front of him like a sculpture of a Greek goddess. She then raised her feet, tested the water temperature, and stepped into the bathtub. Then she raised her arms, put her hair on top of her head, and slowly lowered her body, soaking her whole body in the water.

"Ah..." She let out a satisfied sigh. The continuous heat relaxed her muscles that had been tired all night. She couldn't help but feel lazy and drowsy.

Hawthorne's big hand reached into the water, stirring up the hot water in the bathtub, and then moved up and down Anno's delicate body.

He first moved up along her delicate back, wetting her shoulders, then went down from the front, rubbing her towering breasts and toned belly, and finally returned to the bathtub between her tight, round thighs.

The warm hot water soaked Annuo's whole body. In such an environment, Annuo's body and mind became more relaxed.

Being caressed by her lover's hot hands, her body gradually became sensitive and she reached her own small hands into the tub, wet them, and began to caress his chest, waist and abdomen, helping him wash his body.

She couldn't help but move closer and pressed tightly against Hawthorne, letting him gently grasp and rub her towering breasts with one hand and knead her buttocks with the other hand.

She leaned close to her ear, breathed sweetly, and called softly: "Hawthorne..."

"Hmm..." Hawthorne lowered his head and rubbed his temples against hers, responding to her courtship.

"You, tell me honestly..." An Nuo closed his eyes and panted softly, but insisted on asking, "How far have you and Ekta come..."

Hawthorne's expression suddenly froze. Although Annuo's expression and state showed that she was probably not angry, she still couldn't help but feel her scalp tingling when she was questioned by this girl.

He kneaded Ann Nuo's soft breasts, held her in his arms, hesitated, and did not dare to give a direct answer for a moment.

Seeing his reaction like this, Annuo immediately had the answer in his mind.

In fact, after hearing Ekta address Hawthorne like that last night, and after she regained her human form, Hawthorne held her skillfully in his arms, Annuo couldn't help but recall the intimate interactions between the two of them on a daily basis.

At first she didn't care about this at all, thinking it was just a normal thing in their monastery, but now it seems...

It was obvious that these two people had been possessed by ghosts for a long time!

"You guys have already done this, right?" she asked softly.

Hawthorne lowered his head: "...Yes."

Annuo suddenly became furious. Even though she felt that she had prepared herself mentally, she still couldn't help getting angry when she heard this answer.

"When

She barely suppressed her anger and asked the third question.

"Well... the year before last, around July." Hawthorne answered honestly. Before he knew it, he had been in this world for nearly two years.

"... before me." She lowered her head and murmured softly.

Hawthorne hugged her and stroked her hair gently. He didn't know what to say at this moment, and any explanation seemed extremely pale.

He just held her quietly, bit his lips, and squeezed out a word from his throat: "Sorry."

An Nuo curled his lips: "How dare you say that."

She lowered her head, stretched out her hand, placed it on his thigh, grabbed the tender flesh on the inside of his thigh, and began to rotate it: "That's right, I knew that if the girl didn't resist, you would definitely not be able to hold back..."

Hawthorne grimaced in pain: "Hiss - honey, it hurts..."

An Nuo pouted, not letting go, and continued to pinch him. She couldn't help but recall the several times she and Hawthorne had intimate contact. Every time he took the initiative, and she would retreat at the last minute due to shyness and other factors, which prevented him from succeeding in the first few times.

But later, when she realized that he would be the most like-minded partner on the road to her ideal and the most suitable person for her future life, she put aside those traditional concerns and gave her body and soul to him completely.

In the joy of perfect harmony, she already knew that they would accompany each other and support each other throughout their lives, never betraying each other and never separating.

So, she wasn't actually angry about these things. She just felt a little resentful that she was not his first love.

The Amazons don't count, after all, those guys are just passers-by in his life.

She had already decided to accept it all, but at this moment, she was still a little angry: "You bad guy, I knew you were going to make me angry..."

She muttered, and her other hand was not idle either, twisting and pinching his waist and back, leaving large red hand marks.

Huo Sang gritted his teeth in pain, but he felt relieved by An Nuo's behavior. He hugged the girl tightly and endured it all silently, allowing her to vent her emotions on him.

He had no complaints. After all, he was indeed too greedy and wanted to build a large harem and enjoy the happiness of having many wives...

The physical pain he is suffering now is what he deserves.

"never mind."

After pinching him for a while and looking at his painful expression, An Nuo suddenly felt distressed. Her anger had almost dissipated, and she loosened her hand and pouted her lips again, saying, "I'll forgive you this time. After all, Ekta is a witch, and you are doing serious work..."

"But there must not be a next time, absolutely... Even if you meet a new witch, you must discuss it with me first, let me know, and get my consent before... That, understand?"

She looked fierce, but her soft tone had no intimidating power.

Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief, hugged her body tightly, and promised repeatedly: "Of course, dear, I will be the first to tell you in the future."

He said this, but then he couldn't help feeling sad in his heart.

Future problems can be considered solved, but what can we do about the historical problems left over from before?

After all, in addition to Ekta, the witches in the monastery include Heidi, Jutta, Die, Cuibis, Andre, Celine, and Sanasa who may transform into a human form in the future...

Each of these...

Oh, forget it, let's take it one step at a time...

Chapter 757: Reconciliation in the Bathtub (Part )

Hawthorne hugged An Nuo, his heart full of pressure for the future. At this moment, An Nuo's little hand slid down and involuntarily grasped his weapon.

Her small hands skillfully moved it up and down, and after a few strokes, the huge thing became engorged and erect.

She lowered her head, looking down at the weapon, which was still holding its head high in the hot water, with its head pointing angrily at her face. Many thoughts flashed through her mind.

Her face gradually turned red, and then she leaned close to Hawthorne's ear and whispered, "Hawthorne, let me ask you, when I was not around, did you and Ekta often do... that in the monastery?"

Hawthorne came back to his senses from the pleasure in his lower body. Hearing her question, he felt his scalp tingling: "Uh... why do you ask this?"

An Nuo pouted: "I know you can't help it, but I have to know how often, right?"

Hawthorne hesitated: "Usually, uh, about a week..."

This is the truth, because the seven witches take turns, usually only once a week...

Of course, throwing a party is another matter.

Hearing his answer, An Nuo couldn't help but roll his eyes at him: "Really? You are so restrained? Why do I find it hard to believe it?"

Hawthorne cried out in grievance: "It's true, dear, I use my willpower to endure it every day, and I only do it when I can't bear it anymore... In short, Ekta and I, really, only do it once a week at most..."

Every word of this was true, the witches loved him so madly, and longed for more frequent, intimate and in-depth contact with him, which meant that they were thinking about having sex with him all the time.

In addition, the witches are essentially his cheerleaders, and close contact with them can actually restore Huo

In Sang's current state, his physical energy consumption is almost zero...

Therefore, if he had not used his firm will to suppress his surging desires, he would probably have done nothing all day, learned no spells, or trained in his specialties, and would have spent all his time partying with the witches.

Oh, I have to mention Cuibisi in particular. Every time she came to the study to bring him tea, she would sneak under the table when he was tired from studying magic and his willpower was slack, unbutton his pants, and swallow his weapon into her mouth when he wasn't paying attention...

It’s really abominable!

But in short, at this moment, Hawthorne's rebuttal was justified. Seeing his reaction, An Nuo believed it for a while.

She stopped arguing about the frequency, and gently stroked it with her hands, then started another question: "So, what do you usually do?"

Hawthorne looked embarrassed: "This... Ouch!"

Just as he was about to fool around, An Nuo's hand holding his weapon exerted a little force: "Be honest and answer me!"

Hawthorne looked a little embarrassed: "Well, actually, usually, um, she doesn't wear anything under her nun uniform..."

This was the truth. As he and the witches had more and more nightly revelries in the monastery, the witches generally began to be led astray by Heidi.

Although they are not as good as Heidi, who maintains a vacuum state almost every day, they often do so, especially when they want to hook up with Hawthorne.

Hearing him say this, An Nuo was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth, her cheeks flushed, her expression a little surprised, and she couldn't help feeling shy: "No, under the nun's uniform... nothing?"

She is also a girl, and she has also worn only pajamas in the bedroom. The fabrics of the underwear she wears are very delicate, so when you look in from the outside, you can clearly see the outline and bulge of her breasts.

She couldn't help but put herself in the picture. If she only wore an outer garment, without a bra or underwear underneath, and went to see Hawthorne naked...

When she thought of that scene, her heart could not stop beating wildly. Her cheeks were flushed, but at this moment, an indescribable excitement gradually rose in her heart.

She held his lower body with her small hand, stroking it faster and faster, as if she was venting her excitement in this way: "So, she will be like that, without wearing any underwear, and then go to you?"

"What happens next? What will happen?"

The steam in the bathtub rose up, and Hawthorne felt his cheeks getting a little hot. The comfort from his lower body made his breathing become more rapid, and his heart was beating wildly.

He gritted his teeth, nodded, and slowly explained: "Yes, most of the time, Ekta would strip herself naked beforehand, wearing only a heavy nun's uniform, which made her look steady and dignified."

"Then, at night, she would pretend to pass by me by accident and bump my hand with her breast or something else."

An Nuo's face turned red. Although she was listening to other people's stories, she felt something strange in her body: "And then...?"

Huo Sang swallowed his saliva, not daring to look directly into An Nuo's fiery eyes: "Then, I will definitely feel how soft the place that was hit is. And she will lean close to my ear and say to me 'Master'..."

"Then?" An Nuo asked anxiously, his mouth dry.

"I have nothing to wear..." Hawthorne imitated Ekta's tone at that time and described the good things that Ekta usually did after learning bad things from Heidi.

An Nuo also began to feel a little dry in the mouth. Her hands kept wandering over Hawthorne's upper body, helping him clean, but she couldn't help but quickly move downwards: "Then you, won't criticize her for doing this, is it wrong?"

Hawthorne's big hands stroked her delicate body, slowly moving down, kneading her perky, soft, yet elastic little butt.

His fingers touched the secret garden between her legs and found that her body was also wet and began to wriggle. Realizing that she was already feeling it, he leaned close to her ear and said tremblingly: "I would say I shouldn't, I have things to deal with, but she would then say she couldn't help it, she was too hot."

An Nuo's cheeks were already red. The hot water in the bathtub had raised the temperature of the entire room to a certain level. She now felt hot all over.

In this situation, she felt as if she could be brought into Ekta's state. She also felt hot and uncomfortable, her body was longing, longing for more...

Her body suddenly lifted slightly, her small hand loosened his weapon, and she leaned forward, letting her lower body rest on it.

"Hu——" Hawthorne let out a long breath, and then he felt that An Nuo was using her completely wet lips to slide back and forth along his lower body.

"And then?" She panted, enjoying the stimulation, and then asked, "She is the witch of fire, so her body should be very hot?"

"Hiss..." Hawthorne took another deep breath. The comfortable feeling from his lower body made him feel numb all over. "Yes, even though he is disguised as a human, Ekta's body temperature is actually about five degrees higher than that of a normal person..."