Witch Monastery

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As he spoke, he leaned against the back of the chair, lowered his waist, and tried to lie in a semi-flat position, ready to receive her service.

Immediately, Die's delicate body stiffened slightly: "Ah? You mean..."

Hawthorne raised his head with a smile, looked up, kissed her gently on the cheek, then stroked her long black hair and encouraged her, "Come on, try your best!"

Die's face immediately turned red, but she could not disobey her master's order. Finally, she still responded in a weak and mosquito-like voice: "Yes."

Then, she slowly put her little hand under her clothes. From beginning to end, she did not take off her dark nun's robe, still dressed solemnly and holy as usual, so at this moment the nun's robe naturally fell down, covering her and Hawthorne's lower body.

This reduced Die's inner shame, but also prevented her from seeing the real situation there.

She could only use her small hands to slowly grope around, searching for the huge thing that was about to penetrate her body...

When her fingertips touched the hard and hot object, her little hand quickly retreated like a frightened deer.

But facing Hawthorne's eyes, she had to take a deep breath, muster up her courage again, and tremblingly, slowly touched the thing that symbolized life with her jade fingers, straightened it, then pushed off the ground with her feet, exerted a little force, and slowly lifted her buttocks sitting on Hawthorne's thighs.

She slowly moved her whole body forward, and her other hand reached under her nun's robe, crossing the small patch of grass above the garden, and found her own wet spring...

This was the first time she touched her own spot, and she was too shy to open her eyes. She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and aligned herself with Hawthorne, then slowly moved down -

"Uh-uh-uh!"

Her willow-like eyebrows wrinkled slightly. Even though she was pressed on the desk and pounded hard by Hawthorne half an hour ago, her delicate body still could not adapt to the penetration of foreign objects.

But she was still trying hard, controlling Hawthorne's direction with her fingers, while letting her body continue to fall down along the direction of that root -

As she spared no effort and let Hawthorne penetrate her to the end, a slight numbing feeling came from the place of connection, making the bones of her entire leg begin to itch.

She couldn't help but curl her toes and grab the ground, trying to relieve the strange feeling in this way, but it was just a drop in the bucket: "Master..."

"what……"

Hawthorne sighed with satisfaction, his hands still under her nun's robe, wantonly grabbing and kneading her soft breasts, teasing the buds on the top: "Let's get started."

Die lowered her head, closed her eyes, and endured the shame. Her soft waist began to sway back and forth awkwardly: "Uh, ah, ah..."

With every movement, an alluring moan would come out of her little mouth, echoing continuously in the study.

Chapter 104 Your Posture

afternoon.

Cuibisi rushed back from outside the monastery. Her prediction was right. The tragedy that happened last night had almost spread throughout the slums today. Now people around are almost in panic. Many people who once thought that it would not be a big deal now have the idea of moving away.

Under such circumstances, and given that these nuns had a good reputation and were generous, they were able to easily reach trading agreements with some residents.

At this rate, she should be able to complete the 10,000 square meters area within a week.

Thinking of this, with excitement, she walked towards the study, ready to report to Hawthorne.

However, when she walked through the garden path and pushed open the door, she smelled a strong and obscene smell, which froze her in place.

what happened?

She didn't know what was going on, so when she looked carefully, she found Die lying on the table, barely breathing, and the chair she was sitting on still had some traces of unknown liquid on it!

Suddenly, Cuibisi's mind buzzed, and then everything went blank!

They...did it here?!

when?

Right after we get out?

Damn it, Heidi actually guessed it right!

She gritted her teeth secretly, and then couldn't help feeling a little scared.

Fortunately, we had already left when they were doing it here. Otherwise, Heidi would have guessed the master's mind and she would have been so proud to death!

No, that's not what we bet on, and Heidi didn't bet on doing it in the study, but from behind!

I still have a chance, I still have a chance to turn things around!

Thinking of this, she stepped forward and called softly, "Die, are you still awake?"

Die raised her head slightly, her face still flushed with love, her eyes moist and blurry: "Ah...ah, it's Cuibisi."

The old habits were still in her heart. Die woke up instantly, stood up, and hurriedly sorted out her clothes. Facing this poisonous witch, she looked a little uneasy: "Ah, Cuibisi, you are back, what's the matter?"

Cuibisi smiled, her eyes rolled, and her mouth, which was always full of foul language, seemed to be filled with honey at this moment: "No, I'm just a little concerned about my dear sister Die's health, so I came here to visit her."

"Dear Die, my dear sister, how are you feeling now? Have your memory and magic power recovered? Do you need me to buy some things so that you can take good care of yourself?"

She called Die "sister" all the time, and her words were so sweet and corny that Die felt flattered.

After all, in the past, even though she was the oldest witch in the monastery, Cuibisi never gave her face. As long as she made a mistake, this poisonous witch would definitely laugh at her mercilessly and make her very embarrassed.

However, although the sarcasm was harsh, Cuibis treated everyone equally, and her reasons were impeccable, so even though she was dissatisfied, Die had been enduring it.

But, no matter what, Die has never seen such care as today!

What's going on? Why has this girl changed her personality?

This sudden change made Die a little uncomfortable, so she stopped being polite with Cuibisi and got straight to the point, saying, "What do you want to say? Tell me now, I have other things to do."

On Cuibis's face

Her smile froze for a moment, knowing that her performance was a little exaggerated and she had seen through it. But she was not embarrassed, rubbing her hands and saying eagerly: "It's nothing serious, it's just that I have a question, I'm very curious..."

Die had a bad feeling in her heart, and then she saw Cuibisi blinked and her face turned red: "You and the master... uh... just now here, uh, the first time, what position was it?"

Obviously, she took a lot of effort to finally finish her words.

Die was stunned for two seconds, and then her face turned red. She was so embarrassed that her toes kept digging into the ground. Her brain was working rapidly, and after a few seconds, she flew into a rage: "Cui Bisi, you are too presumptuous!"

"As a noble nun, a holy and spotless being, you have the nerve to ask about other people's privacy!"

"How can you be worthy of being the vice-abbot of the monastery if you do this? I really misjudged you before!"

After such a righteous scolding, Die turned her head, pretended to be angry, and rushed out of the study room. Cui Bisi was stunned and stood there, watching her quickly leaving in an embarrassed manner, and said to herself with a little dissatisfaction: "Why are you shy? Why do you act like you have never experienced it before..."

Over there, Die Tao also ran a long way before he stopped, holding onto the monastery wall, gasping for breath.

Finally I escaped. That kind of question is really embarrassing. I don’t know how to answer it at all.

Cui Bisi is really something. She used to be such a serious person, but now she is so promiscuous and can even ask such questions...

She couldn't help but complain in her heart, and then she heard a girl's voice behind her: "Die? Are you okay?"

It was Utta's voice.

Die quickly stood up, straightened her posture, and said with a smile, "Ah, I'm fine, I'm fine."

Jutta looked at her suspiciously, his nose twitched, and then his face became strange, obviously smelling something strange.

So Die's expression became more and more embarrassed, and she quickly changed the subject: "Ah, Yuta, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Uh..." Yuta lowered her head. She was already petite, and when she lowered her head, she looked even younger. "There is one thing I don't know if I should ask..."

She was hesitant, which made Die confused and she didn't understand what was wrong with this girl.

"What's wrong?" She said softly, like a caring older sister, "Any questions? Just ask. Between us sisters, there is nothing we shouldn't ask."

"It's just, uh..." Yuta hesitated for a long time, until Die became a little impatient, and finally asked the question, "What position did you use when you and your master had your first time?"

Immediately, Die was stunned: "Yuta, how come even you..."

Oh my God, sisters in the monastery, what is going on? !

The Fall of the Great Nun

Chapter 105: Curse Swordsman

One month later.

This was originally Die's room, but now it has been converted into another building "training ground" by Hawthorne. So now it looks like a small gym, with mechanical treadmills, heavy barbells and dumbbells, and angle-adjustable reclining chairs. At first glance, it seems no different from a modern gym.

However, on the other side, there are simple archery targets, longbows of different pounds are hung on the wall, and below are a row of unsharpened metal weapons such as long swords, rapiers, and giant swords, indicating that this place can not only train physical fitness, but also martial arts!

Now, Hawthorne stood in the middle of the training ground, shirtless and wearing weights instead of real armor. He held a metal sword in his right hand and a small round shield on his left arm. Following Die's instructions, he tried to use his own magic power, rather than the power of the "Blade Magic Contract", to control the sword and shield in his hands, so that he could control the direction of the blade without using the strength of the arm muscles.

This is the training method for the Cursed Swordsman. Once he has mastered it completely, he will be able to obtain this advanced profession.

He has been training like this for a month. After all, this was his own special training according to the method given by Die, rather than a powerful entity from the underworld directly bestowing power and knowledge on him. Therefore, even with the help of the "training ground", it still took a lot of time to practice before he could master it.

However, he was not in a hurry. After all, he had already conquered the six witches in the monastery, and Celine did not come back often, so now, this place was completely his world. He could take his time to learn, train and develop slowly.

The exhaust fan on the top of the training ground rotated automatically, keeping the air in the room fresh. The afternoon sun shone on his body, and his originally skinny body now had some obvious muscle lines.

During this month of training, his physical fitness has also further improved. After all, apart from anything else, wearing a set of weights and doing strenuous exercise here every day will naturally improve his physical fitness and cardiopulmonary function much better than sitting in the study to read.

A drop of sweat secreted from his forehead and flowed down his cheek. His silver-white hair turned into clumps and stuck to his forehead. His back was already covered with sweat.

He had been training for two hours without a break and was now very tired. However, the physical fatigue brought him spiritual excitement. He felt that his soul was extremely sensitive and he was skillfully controlling every movement.

An inch of magic surged, using it to replace the power of his own muscles, controlling the sword in his hand and swinging it -

Whoosh-!

Suddenly, the long sword in his hand drew a sharp line in the air, then twisted violently and made a sword flower.

From beginning to end, he did not exert any strength in the muscles of his arms and palms, but the heavy metal sword was like his fingers, moving flexibly according to his will!

It worked!

Huo Sang put away his sword, then opened his eyes, breathing slightly, his heart filled with joy.

He then opened the system, and sure enough, there was an extra feature.

Spell Warrior: You can continuously exert your will on your weapons. When you use non-heavy melee weapons, you can use your own spellcasting ability instead of physical ability to drive their movement. If you choose the Blade Pact later, this effect will be extended to each of your contracted weapons, without any weapon type restrictions.

This description, translated into gaming terms, means that when using melee weapons, the casting attribute is used instead of strength to make various judgments and settlements - such as whether you can pick up certain weapons, or whether you can respond in a fight, as well as calculating damage numbers, etc.

And Hawthorne's spellcasting attribute - that is, charm - is as high as twenty points, standing at the top of the mundane!

This shows that he can use all worldly weapons smoothly!

With joy, he took off his shield, then took down a giant sword that was more than two meters long and weighed more than six kilograms from the wall, held it with both hands, connected it with the power of the Blade Magic Contract, and then began to swing it.

A giant sword of this weight has almost lost its practical significance, because it is too heavy. Even a strong man weighing more than 200 pounds would find it difficult to control it skillfully.

However, at this moment, driven by magic, it was as light as a short wooden stick, swinging freely up and down in Hawthorne's hand, making a whistling sound.

After playing with it for a while, he put the sword back to its original place. He did not feel any consumption of physical energy and magic power. It was as easy as using his own fingers. His face immediately looked very satisfied.

Therefore, from today on, he can also call himself an excellent melee fighter...

Oh well, not yet. After all, his physique still hasn't reached the average figure of melee adventurers.

Thinking of this, he opened his property panel again.

Host: Hawthorne

Sex: Male

Race: Human subspecies (Blue Silver)

Age: 15 years old

Height: 1.71m

Weight: XNUM X kg

Power: 8

Agility: 9

Constitution: 10