Witch Monastery

Sadako is also virtual!

The effect of the magic will was activated, and Hawthorne, who was in fear, suddenly woke up.

What the hell is this real world? I clearly traveled to another world, so how could I suddenly appear at home and watch TV? And Sadako appeared on the TV!

This is a dream, a nightmare. Someone is manipulating my dreams and deliberately bringing out the things I fear most in my heart!

Damn it, I am now a level 4 spellcaster, mastering many spells. A female ghost like Sadako can be killed by just a few magic explosions, so why panic!

Even if it doesn't work, I still have the system. Such a female ghost can be purified directly!

As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly felt a surge of courage. Even though the long, black, sharp nails were right in front of him, he was not panicked at all, and silently said in his heart: "Purification!"

hum-

Suddenly, a milky white light lit up and completely enveloped "Sadako's" body in a blink of an eye.

"Well--!"

Immediately, the female ghost let out a painful groan from her throat, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the closed living room, causing her kimono to rustle.

She began to twist her body, trying to break free from his hands. But this time, the offensive and defensive situation had reversed, and it was Hawthorne who turned over and pressed her under him, pressing her on the cold floor!

And at this moment, when he pressed the female ghost under him, he suddenly realized something different.

This Sadako...is she really the Sadako in the original work?

Look at this figure...why does it look more like the 3D zone?

He didn't know that he had only seen the horror movie "The Ring" once when he was a child, and was so scared that he never dared to watch it a second time.

After many years, the image of Sadako in the original work had actually long been blurred. Instead, it was the many encounters in the 3D area in the future that made him establish a completely new image of Sadako in his mind.

Right now, the image of Sadako who was pressed under his body: her full and tall breasts, her flexible and soft waist, her plump and round buttocks, all had obvious curves outlined by her tight-fitting kimono. At first glance, it seemed as if she was not wearing any clothes at all!

And that pair of flawless white bare feet, how delicious they look...

Although Hawthorne could not remember what Sadako looked like in the original work, he estimated that in a live-action movie known for its horror, the figure of the female ghost would definitely not be so erotic!

Hiss, in that case...

Chapter 125 Nightmare turns into a wet dream

More white light emerged, completely enveloping Sadako's body. In a few seconds, all the light disappeared. It was unknown whether it was because the female ghost was too weak, or because the monastery had been upgraded and its purification ability had also become stronger.

In short, now, the female ghost who was pressed down by him calmed down and lay obediently on the floor under his body, looking as if she was ready to do whatever he wanted.

Seeing this, Hawthorne's mind couldn't help but become a little more active.

Although I don’t know which female ghost her true identity is, in my dream, she turned into Sadako.

And Sadako has such a good figure.

I don’t know if I will have the chance to have such a dream again from now on…

As soon as he thought of this, he released his hands that were pressing on Sadako's wrists, and the latter really did not resist anymore.

Then, he unceremoniously reached into the collar of her kimono.

Sadako's delicate body trembled slightly, and her head tilted to one side, as if she was shy.

Because at this moment, Hawthorne's big hands had already grasped the fullness of her breasts, feeling the exaggerated size and softness. When his fingers were grasping and kneading, the tender breast flesh almost overflowed from between his fingers!

Wow, this touch, this elasticity, it’s like a dream!

No, this was just a dream...

Forget it, it’s not important. What’s important is to enjoy the beauty of the present moment!

With full admiration in his heart, he continued to grab and knead Sadako's soft breasts with his hands, and at the same time stretched out his fingers to pinch the tiny particles on the top of Sadako's proud breasts.

As if she was not used to such close contact, the female ghost began to twist her waist restlessly, but she did not break free from his hands and allowed him to ravage her chest at will.

Finally, after grabbing and kneading enough, he slowly took off Sadako's kimono from the top, revealing her sexy collarbone, smooth shoulders, bottomless ravines, and the snow-white breasts that were still proudly towering against gravity even though the owner was lying flat on the ground.

Perhaps because of the dream, even though Hawthorne rubbed her breasts so hard, he still couldn't leave any finger marks on them. Looking at the two red grapes that were already engorged and erect, Hawthorne suddenly lowered his head and took one of them into his mouth.

Sadako's waist suddenly arched upwards, as if she couldn't stand the strong stimulation. Hawthorne not only licked the sensitive red grain with his lips, but also flicked it with his tongue, bit it with his front teeth, and even started sucking with the strength of his whole mouth.

These teasing techniques had been used countless times on witches, and he had become very familiar with them. Every time, he could make the witches gasp for air and become extremely excited. Sadako, who had never been treated like this before, naturally threw away her weapons and was defeated in an instant.

Hawthorne enjoyed the beauty of her breasts to his heart's content, and after playing with them for a long time, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

It's a pity that such a full chest has no milk to suck...

As soon as he thought of this, he subconsciously took another puff, and felt a fragrant, warm and slightly sweet liquid suddenly flow into his mouth.

Feeling this, Hawthorne immediately raised his eyelids, looked at Sadako's face with surprise.

However, the female ghost still kept turning her head away, not looking at him, as if she was still shy, and was just silently fulfilling his wish.

Hawthorne suddenly realized.

So that’s how it is. In the dream, can this female ghost do anything?

that……

Thinking of this, his hand climbed up another snowy peak and gently kneaded it twice, then a drop of milk with a hint of light yellow seeped out from the grapes on the top of the peak.

Seeing this, Hawthorne suddenly laughed.

In that case, there will be so many more ways to play!

Thinking of this, he then picked up Sadako, and then lay down on the sofa, letting her body lie on him, with his mouth open and eyes closed, looking lazy as if he was waiting for food to come.

And Sadako seemed to understand what he meant. Even though she felt shy, she did not resist. She gently lifted his pajamas with both hands and then carefully pulled the edges of his underwear, fearing that her sharp nails would hurt his skin.

When the little dress was taken off, the ferocious dragon on Hawthorne's lower body suddenly jumped out and hit Sadako's hair on the front.

It had already soared into the sky, pointing angrily at the sky. Sadako seemed to be frightened, and stepped back a little, pausing for a moment before finally summoning up the courage to stretch out her little hand and grasp the burning weapon.

She moved up and down awkwardly, moving her butt forward, then leaned forward, letting her full breasts hang down like upside-down bells, and her engorged cherries fell into Hawthorne's mouth, and then she let him suck...

Hawthorne gently sucked the sweetness in his mouth, feeling the pleasure coming from his lower body. All the muscles in his body relaxed, and he felt an indescribable pleasure everywhere!

Ah, so this is what it feels like...

I have only seen this kind of gameplay on the Internet before, but unfortunately I have never experienced it in person.

I didn't expect it to be so wonderful...

He sighed in his heart, his mouth was busy, but his hands were not idle either, his fingers skillfully followed Sadako's soft and plump buttocks and thighs to find the inside, stepped over the soft and lush grass, and then directly inserted two fingers into it at once -

Sadako paused slightly in her stroking movements, her whole body tensed, and even the cherry in Hawthorne's mouth suddenly secreted a small stream of milk.

As the two fingers explored and teased mercilessly, her body trembled more violently, her waist began to squirm back and forth restlessly, and even the other cherry that was not in his mouth began to secrete sweet milk!

it's time.

Feeling that Sadako's body was already flooded with waves, Hawthorne pulled out his wet fingers and spat out the grapes that he had sucked until they were red and swollen. Regardless of the fact that Sadako's body was as soft as mud, he moved his mind and two red strips of cloth hung down from the ceiling.

Hawthorne helped Sadako up and completely took off all her kimonos, leaving her standing naked in the living room. He then put her arms over her head, tied them behind her back, tied her wrists with a strip of cloth, and hung her up.

At the same time, another strip of cloth lifted one of her ankles high up, so Sadako had to turn sideways and support her weight with only one leg. Her smooth body and the wet mysterious area between her legs were exposed to his sight without any cover.

Well, that’s the pose!

Admiring his masterpiece with satisfaction, Hawthorne then stepped forward, hugged Sadako's soft waist, pressed his huge penis against the deep hole that had already been fully moistened, and slowly penetrated forward.

Chapter 126: Nightmare Day

in reality.

Just as the eastern sky was getting light, Utta opened her eyes. She stood up from the bed with a serious look on her face, and then she heard Cuibisi, who was lying on the other side of Hawthorne, say "hmm", then frown and sit up from the bed.

The two witches looked at each other, then both looked worried.

"Sister, why did you wake up so early?" Cuibisi asked first, her face unusually serious, without any trace of her usual serious expression.

Frivolous and mocking.

"Yes, I had a nightmare." Jutta said seriously, "I dreamed that our secret was discovered by Shilin, all the sisters were defeated by her, and even the master was trampled under her feet."

"Fortunately, I realized at the last moment that someone was deliberately trying to arouse my greatest fears, so I turned the tables, saved my host, and chopped her into pieces in my dream."

"Finally, she disappeared in a flash of white light, and then I woke up."

Cuibisi nodded: "I also had a similar nightmare and I also saw through this spell. But I didn't have the heart to kill elder sister Celine. After all, she is the one who raised me."

"So, I resurrected the master and the sisters, cured them, and then played with her from top to bottom until she rolled her eyes and had convulsions all over her body."

"Of course, the result was almost the same in the end. When she was bitten by her master, a white light suddenly appeared, and then she disappeared in the light. Then I woke up."

As they shared their dreams, they couldn't help but shudder: "Since we are all attacked by nightmares, then the master..."

With this thought in mind, Cuibisi hurriedly pushed Hawthorne's shoulder and whispered softly in his ear: "Master, wake up!"

……

In the dream, Sadako was standing naked with her back bent in the middle of the living room, wearing a blindfold and a gag, with her arms tied behind her head and her wrists tied with red silk hanging from the ceiling. The posture was as humiliating as it could be.

Her huge breasts hung down like pendulums, and now a transparent milking pump was attached to the top, which had already squeezed out half a bottle of milk; her plump buttocks were raised high, and the tender white skin of her buttocks and thighs was covered with the word "positive" written in black ink, which looked shocking.

And below these, in the paradise between the two plump thighs, there is an oval electric toy. The powerful small motor is humming and pumping out streams of clear spring water from the depths of the paradise.

Hawthorne sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a glass of pure white freshly squeezed ghost milk in his hand. He put it to his mouth and took a sip.

Well, it’s good, very fragrant and sweet.

How great it would be if I could drink it in real life!

He sighed like this, but he also knew that it was just a dream and it was impossible to have such enjoyment in reality.

Thinking of this, Sadako, who was hanging in front, suddenly straightened her waist and her body trembled violently, so that the liquid level in the milking pump rose significantly, and a hot stream gushed out from the peach garden behind her.

Seeing this, Hawthorne raised his eyebrows and said, "What a useless female ghost!"

Having said this, he stood up, and took out a brush from thin air in his hand, and drew another horizontal line on her butt with thick black ink.

Just as he finished writing and was about to try a new way of playing that he had seen in the movie but was impossible to achieve in reality, a charming pink figure suddenly flashed in the living room: "Master, it's dawn, wake up..."

The shadow flashed by, but Hawthorne still recognized the other person's identity.

It's Cuibisi.

Hearing the call, he suddenly remembered more things.

Oh yeah, we are now in the mountains above the rubble area, in the town of Rockhounds.

Well, now is the time to wake up.

As soon as this thought came to mind, the entire vision suddenly began to dissipate, whether it was the chaotic living room or the pitiful Sadako.

Hawthorne in the dream gradually lost consciousness, while in reality, he slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the two girls, Jutta and Cuibis, looking down at him from the left and right, their faces full of worry and anxiety.

As soon as he woke up, the two witches asked in unison: "Master, did you dream last night? What did you dream about?"

Huo Sang's eyes were still a little confused. He frowned slightly when he heard this. He tried to recall it, and finally shook his head slightly and said, "I can't remember it. I usually can't remember what I dreamed about. I will forget it completely once I wake up."

This is a physiological habit that has not changed from his previous life to the present. The dream may be very wonderful, but after waking up he can only vaguely remember that "he had a dream", but he will forget the specific content in a second or two.

"But, it should be a nightmare..." Looking at the worried eyes of the two witches, his brows furrowed tightly, "Hiss... I don't know why, I didn't wake up, and this nightmare seems to have lasted for a long, long time..."

After saying that, he then looked at the two girls and said in a slightly confused voice: "Why are you asking this? Did you also have a nightmare?"

The two witches then told their dreams again. After they finished, Cuibisi's face suddenly became extremely serious: "The three of us all had nightmares. This must not be a coincidence. We must have been attacked by something!"

"It's very likely that the one who plotted to harm us was the one who killed the goblins in the entire cave yesterday!"

Yuta nodded, then looked at Hawthorne worriedly: "The two of us are strong enough to protect ourselves from this kind of mental attack, but Master... Is the Master in good condition?"

Cuibisi hesitated for a moment and said, "Perhaps, we should give the master a comprehensive physical examination to confirm whether the master's vitality has been sucked away by that evil guy."

Hawthorne blinked, looking forward to it: "How to check?"

"Like this!" Cuibisi licked her lips with her forked tongue, twisted her waist slightly, and

It crawled under the quilt like a water snake.

"You--!" Yuta's beautiful eyes suddenly widened. She never expected that the examination that the poison witch mentioned would be this kind of thing!

"Oh~" Hawthorne narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling Cuibisi's little tongue swirling around his body, and suddenly he felt comfortable all over his body.

He caught a glimpse of Jutta's shy and envious expression, and he immediately smiled, stretched out his arms, hugged her in his arms, kissed her lips, and at the same time put one hand into her collar, teasing the small and soft breasts.

Half an hour later.