Witch Monastery

On the other side, Hawthorne, smiling, walked towards the kitchen with Butterfly, who was already dressed in a nun's robe and had her hair combed and blushing. As he walked, he kept looking at her cute reaction out of the corner of his eye, and the more he looked, the more interesting it became.

Die took small steps, refusing to make any big movements, as if she was afraid of something. The reason was actually very simple: at Hawthorne's request, she wore nothing under her nun's uniform, and walked in the monastery in a vacuum.

Without the barrier of underwear, the rough nun's robe rubbed against her soft and delicate skin. This was still good, and even as she walked and swayed back and forth, the grapes on her breasts would constantly touch the rough fabric, rubbing and stimulating, and even making the two grapes become engorged and erect...

This was unbearable for her, who had never experienced anything like this before. She felt so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in. However, this was Hawthorne's request after all, so she had to suppress her shyness and pray that the other sisters in the monastery were not here.

But she had no idea that in the dark, there were three pairs of eyes watching her and Hawthorne's actions.

No matter what others did, Huo Sang took Die's arm and walked into the kitchen and sat down. He turned on the system and let the cookers start cooking automatically. Then he asked, "Die, I remember that you should have mastered a huge amount of knowledge? Do you know how to learn the magic energy summoning of 'Painful Magic Explosion'?"

Die nodded slightly at first, and when she heard his true request, she frowned slightly. When Hawthorne thought she didn't know, he saw the girl close her eyes, stretch out her hands, press her fingers on her temples, and gently rotate them: "Wait a minute, Master, my memory is too huge, I need to recall it carefully before I can find those dusty memories..."

Huo Sang's heart was in his throat, but he knew that he couldn't rush, so he could only be patient and wait slowly: "Okay, you take your time to think about it, don't rush. Um, other magic energy summons, such as Demonic Vitality, Hungry Demon Blade, Advanced Contract Weapons and Life Drinkers, you can also take your time to look for them."

Die did not respond, still immersed in the memory of the huge sea. At this time, the simple meat porridge, fried eggs and ham for breakfast were all ready. The round bowl and spoon automatically flew to his dining table, and Hawthorne ate while waiting for Die's memory.

Finally, when he had almost finished eating, Die finally slowly opened her eyes, met his expectant yet nervous gaze, and slowly nodded, "All."

Immediately, Hawthorne let out a long sigh: "Great, let's not delay any further. After dinner, we will go practice Pain Explosion!"

He had been looking forward to this magic summoning for too long. If it weren't for it, the battle with Kentz last night wouldn't have been so dangerous, and he would have won the victory easily!

Hearing this, Die finally calmed down.

Her face, which had been quiet, became extremely ruddy again: "Are you going to... go back to the dormitory and study?"

Hawthorne was stunned for a moment, looking at her long, beautiful black hair cascading like a waterfall, her eyes dodging under her long black eyelashes, and he immediately understood what she was thinking.

Suddenly, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "No, it must be to go to the study room. Studying there is more efficient."

He knew that this girl still had a lot of things that she couldn't let go of, and the more this was the case, the more he wanted to tease her and play with her.

But unfortunately, at this moment, the simple Die was still unaware of Huo Sang's evil intentions. Hearing that he was not going back to the dormitory, Die was relieved, but also a little disappointed.

Sure enough, compared to the other sisters, my figure is not that attractive?

As she was thinking this, she saw Hawthorne take the last three or two bites and quickly finish the remaining breakfast. Then he stood up, took her hand and said, "Let's go to the study."

Die then stood up and went out with him, walking outside nervously, afraid that other sisters would notice that she was wearing nothing underneath.

Finally, when she entered the study, she quickly closed the door, then held onto the inner door frame and let out a long sigh, feeling that she was finally safe.

Over there, Hawthorne sat on a chair and continued, "Come on, Die, come here, you sit down too, let's get started."

"Yeah." Die responded and turned her head, but then she paused and looked at the only chair in the study, hesitating, "Where should I sit?"

"Here." Hawthorne pointed to his thigh and smiled playfully, "There's nothing I can do. There's only one chair here, isn't there?"

Suddenly, Die's face turned red all the way to her ears.

Chapter 102 Butterfly's First Experience

Under the window of the study, Heidi and the other three quietly hid their bodies and eavesdropped. Then, they heard Die's serious and solemn narration: "The method of practicing the Painful Magic Explosion is not too difficult. However, I remember that the master chose the Blade Magic Contract?"

"In that case, why don't you directly practice the exclusive magic power summoning of the Blade Magic Contract, 'Hungry Magic Blade', but instead train this first?"

Then came Hawthorne's weak voice: "Because I don't have a good weapon, Die, you see, the only magic weapon I have is a storm hammer that I just seized last night. And this thing is too short, it's not suitable for me to use, don't you think?"

"So, let's learn Pain Explosion first. As for melee combat methods, we'll consider them later..."

"Well, okay..." This was Die's voice, but it was a little weaker than before.

The three girls outside the window were immediately disappointed when they heard the sound. Yuta sighed and said, "The master is obviously in a learning state. In this state, it is impossible for him to have any distracting thoughts, and he will not stop until he is tired of studying."

She had the deepest understanding of this matter. After all, in the week before this, she had been in the kitchen with Hawthorne every day. He was studying magic, while she was doing statistics in the tables. They worked for the whole morning without any rest.

However, there was one thing she didn't say: when Hawthorne got tired of studying, he would unceremoniously hold her head down and make her kneel in front of him...

Recalling the scene at that time, she couldn't help but salivate and her heart beat faster.

Heidi also sighed: "I thought the owner wanted to possess Butterfly in the kitchen or study to give her a completely different first experience."

"I didn't expect that what the master cares most about is his own strength and growth, rather than comfort and enjoyment..."

"This is exactly the greatness of the Master!" Cuibisi said with emotion, "It seems that the three of us still don't know the Master well enough."

"How about we tie this bet?"

Heidi nodded. "Well, let's just leave it at that. We don't have any more time to waste, so let's just do what we need to do."

"Yes." Cuibisi agreed. "Then let's go find the nearby residents. What happened last night should have spread. Now is the time when they are most panicked and most want to move. So we can buy all the surrounding land at the lowest price..."

After talking like this, the three of them left, called other witches, and went back to do their business.

However, they who had not dared to look into the study through the window from beginning to end had no idea that Die was now sitting on Hawthorne's thighs, her face as red as blood, allowing his big hands to reach under her nun's robe and play with her delicate body at will!

Hawthorne's hands were really not polite at all. He kneaded her shoulders, back, chest, waist, buttocks and thighs wantonly, feeling the warmth, smoothness and softness of her skin, and he was full of praise in his heart.

Ah, Die, you are really a girl as fresh, sweet and delicious as water!

If Heidi is a woman as surging as the sea, then the butterfly is like a pool of tranquil spring water, cold, sweet, delicate and translucent, and its taste is completely different from Heidi's.

But they are all fascinating and intoxicating, and you can't stop.

“Ah… Master…”

Die could no longer continue her story, panting continuously. She could feel Hawthorne's big hands covering her breasts, his rough fingertips teasing the pink grapes on the top.

Her breasts were not as big as Heidi's, which could not be held in one hand, nor were they as small as Jutta and Tribis.

, but it was just enough to fill Hawthorne's palm, not more, not less, as if it was specially born for him to play with.

"what……!"

When his fingers pinched the peak that had already been engorged and erect and rubbed it slowly, Die immediately threw herself on his chest, her voice mournful and sobbing.

When had she ever experienced this before? Even though the person in front of her was her beloved master, she could not avoid the nervousness that came from her physiological instinct.

But Hawthorne continued to play with it while asking, "By the way, Die, how many advanced methods of the warlock profession do you know? Tell me all about it."

The Warlock's advanced profession is actually obtained directly at level one according to the type of their respective masters: for example, the Supreme Fairy Master Warlock, the Demon Master Warlock, the Old One Master, the Elemental Lord Master, and so on...

But Hawthorne's leader is Heidi, who does not have so much knowledge and does not know how to train, so all he gets is the blank professional characteristics of a sorcerer.

Although Hawthorne felt regretful about this, he later realized that these characteristics corresponded to a special set of training methods. Therefore, as long as he knew the corresponding knowledge, he could still train himself into this advanced profession.

That's why he is now looking forward to seeing whether Die has mastered these methods in her huge knowledge base.

"I, let me think about it carefully..."

Die's forehead was hot and sweat was beading. It was obvious that Hawthorne's stimulation had brought her a huge burden. But she had already closed her eyes, pressed her hands on her temples, and began to recall the knowledge she had mastered.

Hawthorne continued to tease the two nipples on her chest, deliberately messing with her and making her breathe heavily. He took out one hand and lifted her hair, then leaned forward and bit her crystal earlobe, making the girl's breathing even more uneven.

After playing enough, he slowly moved his hands back and pinched her delicate pink back, then slid all the way down, across her waist, and gently kneaded her two buttocks that were as soft as cream.

Die's breathing became heavier, but she still insisted on concentrating on recalling. After a moment, she responded with a gasp: "There are many... training methods of the Great Old Ones, as well as those of the Elemental Lords, the Demons, and the Curse Swordsmen, all... ah ah ah——!"

Suddenly, there was a low sound of splashing water. Taking advantage of her unprepared moment, Hawthorne's sinful fingers found the sensitive part below, which was engorged with blood, and the tip of his finger was stained with a little liquid flowing out of her body, and he gently swirled it.

"Owner--!"

Die's delicate body trembled, and his other fingers slowly penetrated into her, skillfully finding the position that would most easily excite the witch, and gently kneading it——

"what--!"

Die cried out, her body suddenly straightened, and streams of warm water gushed out of her body, and she had actually reached the peak.

Hawthorne couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the more powerful the witch was, the more sensitive and fragile her body would be.

This is really... a surprising and unexpected discovery.

He slowly pulled out his fingers, then picked up the girl, and without giving her time to rest, turned her over and made her lie on the desk.

Her nun's hat fell off, and her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, contrasting with her snow-white, slender neck, creating a beautiful scene.

Die closed her eyes and lay on the table with a nervous look on her face. She felt the hem of her nun's robe being lifted up and falling on her waist. She knew that her perky buttocks and the tender pink scenery between her legs were now exposed to Hawthorne's eyes.

She also realized what was going to happen next.

I...I should take the initiative to greet the master...

Thinking of this, she tried to exert strength in her legs which had become somewhat weak due to the excitement just now, slightly raised her toes, and tried to lift her buttocks higher. At the same time, she tried to press her waist and upper body downwards, posing a posture that she had accidentally seen in her memory, which was most suitable for being attacked from behind.

"Uh-uh!"

Suddenly, she frowned and could clearly feel the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs being pried open. A huge thing took advantage of her wetness to press against the middle of her lips and then forcefully squeezed into her body!

"Well--!"

The strange feeling of losing her virginity made her frown immediately, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, not knowing whether they were joy or pain.

"Oh……!"

Grabbing and kneading Die's beautiful buttocks, Hawthorne felt that he was enjoying the ultimate bliss in the world. Die's warm and tight body kept trembling, as if actively sucking his body, making him feel so happy that he felt like he was jumping into the clouds.

Without keeping the beauty waiting for long, he slowly pulled back his waist, resisting the powerful suction, pulling out, and then penetrating again.

The alluring spring light and the fierce collision sounds continued to spread out from the study.

Chapter 103: Re-experiencing the Butterfly

After a long time, when the sun gradually moved southward, Hawthorne finally burst out from within the butterfly's body.

They returned to the sitting position. Huo Sang hugged Die, whose body was limp like a puddle of mud. One hand of his continued to gently knead and play with her soft breasts. He returned to the topic and asked, "Die, what do you think of me advancing to the profession of 'Spell Swordsman'?"

The Curse Swordsman is a profession that can only be advanced to by sorcerers who have signed a contract with a mysterious entity from the Shadow Underworld. They will use the shadow power bestowed by the master to condense into a powerful magic black blade to attack.

, or condense into a spell armor to protect yourself. It can be said to be a profession that can be used both at long range and near range, and both offensive and defensive.

After hearing what Die said about the advanced profession of the sorcerer, Hawthorne had already set his sights on the "Cursed Swordsman" and began planning his future career path.

Die lay weakly on his chest, letting his big hands wantonly desecrate her body. After thinking for a while, she had her own thoughts on this question: "The Curse Swordsman is indeed an excellent advanced profession, but why doesn't the master choose the series of training methods of the 'Old Ones'?"

Then, she gave her reasons in a somewhat innocent manner: "Master must also know that we witches are born from the errors and omissions in the rules of the material world, mixed with the chaotic magic power outside the world. From the root, we are closer to those incomprehensible Old Ones, and we can better use their methods to enhance the master's power..."

Hawthorne deadpanned, "Because of the food."

Die was stunned: "Dish? What do you mean? Master wants to have lunch?"

"Ah, that's not what I meant." Hawthorne sighed slightly, and then began to translate his meaning into a language that the witches could understand. "What I meant by 'very good' is that this advanced profession, uh, still has a lot of room for improvement..."

Die was even more stunned: "Ah?"

She had read the memories of countless sorcerers, but had never heard of such an idea.

The power given by the Lord of the Old Ones... is it very weak?

She didn't understand, she had never done any statistics in this regard. Hawthorne nodded sincerely: "Yes, anyway, there is no way I would choose it."

The Warlock, the Grand Master of the Old Ones, is as famous as the Trickery Priest, Earth Druid, Four Symbols Monk, Tactician Rogue, Gravity Mage and Artillery Master. It is recognized as a high-quality profession that can quickly help novice players improve their understanding of the game, operating skills, psychological quality and ability to withstand pressure. It is also a common choice for masters to demonstrate their gaming skills and understanding of the game.

So one can imagine what the situation is like with the sorcerer of the Old Ones.

Although the real world is definitely different from the one in the game, the witches are not those truly powerful Old Ones, so how much power can they give to themselves?

Therefore, Hawthorne would never choose this advanced profession.

There are obviously better options, so why should you try this career?

But Die certainly didn't know much about this. Seeing her master's firm attitude, she could only look regretful, then nodded gently: "Okay, then next, I will teach you how to advance to become a curse swordsman..."

She looked serious, and looking at her expression, Hawthorne's lust, which had just calmed down, suddenly began to stir again.

What a beautiful girl...

Thinking of this, he then lowered his head and gently kissed her bright red and soft lips. Die was caught off guard, her body froze, and a surprised hum came out of her throat: "Woo..."

But then, she relaxed, put her arms around his shoulders, and began to respond. Hawthorne unscrupulously tasted her little mouth, and his hands hidden under her nun's robes became even more unscrupulous, wandering wantonly on her naked body.

Die's delicate body trembled slightly. She shyly opened her mouth and let his hot tongue invade it, rolling up and down in her mouth.

Her little lilac tongue responded awkwardly, trying to linger with Hawthorne, but was quickly defeated. All of her sweet saliva was plundered by him, and she became a complete captive of his passionate kiss.

After a long time, just when Die's delicate body began to spasm and she was almost suffocating, Hawthorne finally let go of her lips and slowly moved away, drawing a bright and obscene thread in the air.

"Master..." Die panted slightly, her eyes blurred. She could feel that Huo Sang's big hand had touched her most delicate and sensitive part again...

Hawthorne had a smile on his face. After all, he had survived the war and even gained a lot. Naturally, the flames of desire in his body were surging and would be rekindled with a slight touch.

If he didn't vent his anger on Die, he wouldn't be able to study and work peacefully for the whole day.

"Die, have you almost recovered your physical strength?" he suddenly asked.

Die was stunned for a moment. Although she was panting, she still forced herself to nod: "Yes, Master wants to..."

"Yeah." Hawthorne nodded, "Come on, sit on it and move yourself."