Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

Then, without Laci's permission, he quickly threw back the quilt, stepped onto the bed, and lay down next to Laci.

"..."

After a brief silence, he heard the girl next to him ask in a slightly stiff voice:

"You... why are you here too!?"

Then, he replied in a calmer voice:

"This is my room, I'm going to sleep now."

[To be continued]

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31. Hug Goodnight

Lacey thought, it’s true!

That makes a lot of sense.

This is Charles' room, and under her body is Charles' bed. It is very late now, and Charles wants to sleep, so of course he is free to go to bed!

Is this...right?

It seemed right—if she hadn't been lying on Ciel's bed.

So isn't this just ignoring the facts? She was still in bed, but Charles just threw the quilt aside and lay on top of her without even saying hello to her, let alone discussing it!

There is no such thing as male virtue!

Lacey denounced him so harshly in her heart, but she did not dare to show any objection on the surface.

She lay on one side of the bed, hiding her entire body in the quilt with only her head exposed.

Her eyes were vague and her expression was dull, as if she was dreaming. She seemed unwilling to believe this fact... Although the facts were already in front of her, and he had even climbed onto the bed and was lying in the same quilt with her.

An awkward and strange atmosphere filled the room; even the air became heavy, making it impossible for Lacie to open her mouth and speak.

And she thought she should speak up.

She had to speak out her heart; she had to denounce the shameless behavior of the man next to her; she had to tell him to get off the bed and go to her room to sleep, instead of lying shamelessly in her bed like he was now.

So, bravely, the witch turned her head stiffly, looked at the hero, and opened her mouth:

"Xia...Xiaer!"

The hero lying on the other side turned his head upon hearing this, staring at her with his iron-gray eyes, his voice slightly hoarse:

"……What's wrong?"

"..."

The witch didn't answer.

She suddenly turned her face away in panic.

"Too... too fucking hot!" Lacey roared in her heart, "Stay away from me, you stinky man!"

They were lying on the same bed, so of course they were not far away from each other. So when Charles spoke, Lacie could almost clearly feel his breath.

And why is that guy's voice hoarse? !

Although the atmosphere was indeed extremely ambiguous, although the two of them were indeed very close, and although Charles was indeed a healthy and normal young man...

A strange thought flashed through my mind like lightning.

So Lacie's eyes turned uncontrollably towards Charles, her gaze wandering, barely perceptibly sweeping across the quilt covering the man, trying to determine something from the ups and downs of the quilt.

Then she swallowed, closed her eyes, and pulled the quilt to cover her face.

The witch felt her face getting hot.

But she was still calm, she was very cool!

She quickly made the most appropriate judgment based on the current situation - she had to run away, right now!

Just do it!

So the witch immediately lifted the quilt and planned to retreat strategically.

However, before she could put on her shoes, the hero's voice suddenly came from behind her:

"Are you...going to turn off the lights?"

"!"

The witch froze beside the bed.

What do you mean by turning off the lights? She thought to herself, I was going to run away like a cowardly lizard, not turn off the lights. BYD brave man, you don’t think I will sleep with you obediently today, do you?

Go and daydream!

But before she could confidently tell the hero the fact, the whole room suddenly fell into darkness.

—The gas lamp was put out.

Then, there was a rustling sound coming from behind her, gradually approaching her, and finally, the hero's voice, which became deeper and hoarser, rang out from a place close at hand:

"No need to trouble you, the lamp... is right by the bed."

Lacele shuddered.

She felt goose bumps all over her body, just like walking alone on the road at night, with no one around, but something quietly patted her shoulder and greeted her with a hoarse and strange voice:

"Hello friend."

She almost fainted.

But don't faint yet, stay calm.

Lacie bit her lip, trembling with fear, and did not dare to look back. She just uttered "oh" obediently in a low voice.

Then, she turned around and looked at Ciel in the darkness that was almost as bright as day for a witch. She mustered up the remaining courage in her body and spoke in a voice that was barely louder than the buzzing of a mosquito:

"Ah... It's already very late. It's time to go to bed. Then I'll go back to my room first..."

As she spoke, she quietly took a step forward.

But Charles interrupted her:

"It's time to go to bed."

The man's tone was full of a sense of rightness, more like a declaration or... an order than a promise. Lacey saw that his originally iron-gray eyes were dyed with a silent black by the night, becoming unyielding and no longer as easy to talk to as usual.

He only said five words.

But Lacie clearly heard the subtext behind these five words, so she quickly retracted the leg she had just stepped forward.

There was no doubt that Charles wanted her to sleep with him.

Can she say no?

It seems possible, but also seems impossible.

She guessed that he had figured out her true identity.

Although she didn't know how Ciel did it - she clearly didn't reveal any flaws.

As for what to do at this time...

If we leave magic aside, Charles can beat ten, no, a hundred, a thousand of her.

And if she introduced magic as a variable... it would be completely impossible! No matter how great her achievements were in the field of magic, she would probably have to die on the spot when facing Charles' shameless forbidden magic.

Apart from an unreasonable ultimate life form like the mad mother who possesses both law-abiding and rational characteristics, who else can ignore the hero's forbidden spells?

Even the mad mother died under the brave man's holy sword in the end.

So Lacie discovered in despair that facing Charles, she seemed to have no chance of struggling at all.

So after a brief silence, she forced a smile at Charles:

"Yes...yes."

The witch lay back down.

The gas lamp in the room had gone out. Lacie was lying on the bed, with her head and hands sticking out from under the quilt. She opened her eyes wide and stared blankly at the ceiling above her head.

Is it finally going to be picked up?

She thought with a sad face.

All struggles and resistances were useless. She couldn't beat the hero anyway, so she might as well be a good boy like she is now. At least... at least Charles would be gentle to her later because she was obedient.

As a pure little witch who had never experienced anything in life, she had only heard that a girl's first time would be very painful and uncomfortable. Unfortunately, Charles probably had a long-standing grudge against her, and he was also extremely strong and muscular.

But her current body is very weak. Before she became a witch, she would catch a cold, cough and sneeze if she got a little cold. After becoming a witch, although she could avoid most diseases with her almost omnipotent spells, that was all she could do.

Lacie didn't dare to imagine what would happen when these two factors combined.

She could only pray silently and decided that no matter what happened tonight, she would ask Lao Deng for the contraceptive spell tomorrow.

If Charles pouted, she would just treat it as a bite from a mad dog passing by, but giving birth to a child for Charles - this was the only thing she couldn't do! It took her several years to reluctantly accept the fact that she had become a female, and this was already her bottom line!

She doesn't want to be a wife, let alone a mother!

After having such psychological expectations, she was not so panicked anymore. Perhaps she felt that this was the worst outcome. She was already at the bottom anyway, so no matter what she did, it would be a step up!

There is nothing to be afraid of anymore.

Lacele thought so resolutely, turned her head towards Charles, and looked at him with a righteous look.

“Come on!”

She sneered in her heart:

"Whoever is afraid is a grandson!"

Perhaps he had heard her thoughts and was about to respond to her provocation, for at this moment Charles suddenly extended his hand to her.

The man gently hugged her waist.

Lacie, who had been so righteous just now, suddenly became soft - she was most afraid of others touching her waist, just like the weak spot of a snake. No matter who touched her waist, she would immediately become vulnerable.

It was a very strange feeling.

Her whole body was numb and she had no strength. She could only beg for mercy in her heart and desperately called Charles "grandpa". But in order to show her heroism and to explain to Charles that she would never admit defeat no matter what, the witch closed her mouth tightly and tried not to make any sound.

Then she felt herself being pulled into a warm embrace.

The hot and aggressive masculine scent came from all directions, attacking her soul, which still believed itself to be a real man, and quickly made it shaky - she didn't know why, but the witch actually felt that the hero's embrace made her feel at ease, and the intimacy with the hero's skin made her heart beat uncontrollably and waver violently.

Her entire petite body was wrapped up by the tall hero, her slender waist was hugged tightly, her head rested on the hero's strong arms, and her cheek was almost pressed against the hero's chest...

She heard Ciel's heartbeat.

Solid, stable and powerful.

The sound of the heartbeat almost surrounded her.

She felt the hero lower his head towards her and gently rest his chin on the top of her head. She felt her scalp tingling and a moist, warm breath blowing there.

She couldn't help but get nervous. She bit her lips, put her legs together, and rubbed her knees imperceptibly. A faint mist gradually appeared in her eyes. Her cheeks became redder and redder, almost bleeding. Her exposed fair and tender skin also turned an alluring blush.

Finally, she had a vague idea for no apparent reason:

She began to think that this was not bad, and even thought that she could go a step further. Since it had come to this, she might as well just throw it all away!

The moment this thought came to her mind, she became depressed and confused again.

She couldn't explain why she had such a strange thought, even though she had sworn that she would never be touched by a man in her life.

But now, not only was she touched by a man, she was also lying on the same bed with the man and held in his arms.

After that, she actually felt... happy.

Lacey was a little overwhelmed.

At this moment, she suddenly heard Charles whisper to her:

"Good night."