Witch Monastery

Chapter 405 405 Willo's Changes (2)

That night.

In her own room, completely naked beneath a thin blanket, Willo prepared to enter sleep.

However, the feeling from her intimate contact with Charles during the day still lingered in her heart, making her restless and unable to sleep. She felt an urgent need to go find him and share carnal pleasure with him.

She believed she shouldn't indulge in bodily desires, so she deliberately suppressed herself. However, what she didn't expect was that the more she suppressed herself, the stronger that restless feeling became—even beginning to shake the stability of her ethereal state of mind!

This change confused her, even causing some panic. She couldn't help but suspect: could suppressing her desires actually be wrong, unhelpful to her training?

Realizing this, a trace of secret delight inevitably surfaced in her heart. Knowing that continuing this way would only negatively affect her training, she then rose, letting the emerald leaf-green mage's robe automatically drape over her body, then stepped out the door, heading straight for Charles's room.

It was already deep into the night. The people deep in the mountains maintained primitive sleep schedules, and the streets were almost completely devoid of any human presence. Willo thus safely crossed the long, silent streets, arriving soundlessly at the monastery, finding Charles's room door, then knocking gently.

Then, from inside came Charles's alert voice: "Who is it?"

This time of night was still relatively early for him, so he hadn't been sleeping.

"It's me, Willo." Willo said softly at the doorway. "Priest, have you retired for the night? May I come in?"

Footsteps came from inside the room, then the door opened. Charles, wearing only pajamas, stood in the doorway. "Not yet. Come in."

Saying this, he looked at Willo with slightly surprised eyes. He'd just been reviewing his 6th-level spells. Knowing what kind of powerful enemy he'd be facing this time, he didn't dare slack off in the slightest.

He hadn't yet decided which beauty to spend tonight with—he really hadn't expected Willo to be unable to resist first, actively walking into the tiger's den.

Seeing how she'd looked during the day, he'd thought she'd be quite patient.

Without further words, Willo took the initiative to step forward, throwing herself into his embrace, hugging his waist, pressing her full breasts against his body.

Charles reached out slightly to close the bedroom door, then also held her body. "Missed me, darling?"

He deliberately used this extremely mushy form of address to tease her emotions. And to this, Willo showed no rejection whatsoever, breathing in his scent deeply, her embracing arms growing even more forceful. "Yes, darling."

Charles lowered his head, rubbing his chin against her pale yellow hair. "How much?"

"Many times, I've been thinking about it."

"During the day, or at night?"

"...At night?"

"Oh? And when you think of me, what do you want to do?"

"..." Willo couldn't speak. Her heartbeat was accelerating. This experience of flirting with an intimate person in the bedroom was something she'd never had before.

After all, the previous two times, Charles had been considerate of her extreme shyness, saying nothing and just starting directly.

At this moment, reason and shame prevented her from speaking the words, yet what struck her as very strange was that her state of mind was actually incomparably peaceful, without the kind of surging, turbulent excited emotions she'd initially expected—as if even saying such things out loud wasn't a big deal.

In this wondrous state of mind, she naturally cast aside the shame training that society had imposed on her, and her heart's truest desires spilled out: "I want... to do it with you."

Hearing this, Charles's heart also began pounding wildly. He'd originally just been flirting with this woman, stirring up her emotions, getting her psychologically aroused first.

In other words, this was a kind of psychological "foreplay."

But he hadn't expected that beneath Willo's currently rational and calm exterior, such an uninhibited nature was hidden, catching him somewhat off guard.

Wait—shouldn't she be blushing and burying herself in his chest right now, then tacitly allowing him to carry her to the bed?

He didn't understand, but now felt like the arrow was on the string, unable to turn back. Himself also enduring excitement and shyness, he continued flirting with her. "So, what specifically do you want to do?"

Willo's reason told her that at this moment she should be shy to the point of exploding. But the druid's state of mind constrained her, making her pour out her true thoughts almost uncontrollably. "I want... to be naked with you..."

She was clearly unable to hold back anymore. As she spoke, she reached out to undo Charles's clothes. "I want to be more intimate with you, darling..."

Charles felt his face heating up too. He endured it, leaning close to her ear. "Continue. Be more specific."

Willo closed her eyes. "I want you to kiss me, caress me, suck my..."

"I'm so uncomfortable holding back, darling. I need you to fill me with your body, satisfy my emptiness..."

She used a calm tone to softly speak even more mushy love words. Hearing them in Charles's ears made him so embarrassed he nearly exploded too.

He never would have imagined that after just two or three months apart, this druid could have such huge changes—that she could actually say such things!

His heart couldn't quite take it, but at this moment, Willo had already very actively unbuttoned his pajamas.

The emerald-green druid's robe on her body had somehow very naturally disintegrated, falling to the ground and turning into scattered leaves. So now the two of them had become completely naked before each other!

Feeling the pressure from the full breasts on Willo's chest, Charles's face grew somewhat hot. But showing retreat at this moment seemed somewhat disgraceful. He forcibly suppressed his inner shyness, trembling as he spoke words even he found shameful: "Alright, darling. Then I'll satisfy you."

Saying this, he supported Willo to the bedside and sat down, then he bent over, pressing against her chest, taking one of the nipples on her breast into his mouth.

"Mm..."

Willo let out a muffled hum from her nostrils. The tingling sensation of milk being sucked out made her feel very comfortable. One hand cradled Charles's head, while the other naturally moved downward, grasping his hard, thick cock, clumsily beginning to stroke up and down.

If it were any other time, she would never take the initiative to do such a thing. But tonight, she felt it necessary to do this, to also please this man who mutually loved her.

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At this time, in the satyr clan's residential area, in Adele's room.

Recalling the scene she'd witnessed during the day—Willo and Charles kissing in the woods—this young girl tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

She kept worrying about her mother's state. If she was inattentive for even a moment, would that guy Charles go further, even succeed?

The more she thought this way, the more intense her worry became, until finally it transformed into strong restless emotions, making sleep even more impossible.

In the end, she simply got up, threw off the covers, and made up her mind.

No, this can't go on.

Better to just go to Mother's room, find an excuse to stay with her—that way Charles definitely won't be able to make his move. Otherwise, my heart won't be at ease!

With this thought, she then rose, got out of bed, put on slippers, pushed open the door and headed out, walking to her mother's room doorway, knocking gently. "Mom, are you asleep?"

However, the room was completely silent, with no one responding at all.

An extremely ominous premonition surfaced in Adele's heart. She then knocked forcefully. "Mom? Are you in there? Mom?!"

But unfortunately, there was still no response from inside. Strong unease surged through her heart. Finally, Adele couldn't care about anything else. She silently chanted an incantation, casting Knock to forcibly open the door lock, pushed the door open, and then discovered that the room was indeed completely empty!

Where did Mother go?

She didn't know. Terror transformed into an invisible hand, gripping her heart, making her heart and lungs almost stop, unable to breathe!

Wait, could it be that Mother is now...

Strong worry surfaced in her heart. She then turned and rushed toward the monastery, toward the room where Charles had been resting these past few days.

"Ah..."

Just as she reached outside Charles's window, suddenly she heard a faint murmur, like some kind of extremely comfortable moan.

Her footsteps froze. Turning her head to look, she discovered that Charles's room window wasn't properly closed, leaving some gaps. Although the curtains were still properly drawn, they couldn't completely block out sound.

Adele wasn't a child anymore and naturally understood what this sound meant. Immediately, her steps stiffened, her expression hesitant.

Could it be he's having a nighttime tryst?

If I go knock on the door directly, and if Mother isn't inside, wouldn't that be very awkward?

But what if...

After hesitating, she gritted her teeth, then decided not to knock directly. Instead, she silently chanted an incantation, controlling a gust of breeze that, through the window, quietly blew open a crack in the curtains inside, allowing her to see clearly what was happening within.

Then, the scene that met her eyes struck her like lightning.

Adele could hardly believe her eyes. What did she see?

Her mother, completely naked, sitting on the bedside, face flushed, corners of her mouth smiling, eyes like water. One hand cradled Charles's head, while the other reached downward, caressing that sinful massive entity between Charles's legs.

And Charles was pressed against her mother's chest, sucking the sweet, warm milk from her breast like she herself once had. His other hand had reached between her legs, middle finger exploring inside that secret garden's interior, teasing it into complete wetness!

Seeing such a scene, Adele immediately felt a "buzz—" in her brain, nearly fainting on the spot.

She never would have imagined that these two people already had this level of intimate relationship, and judging by their appearance, they were already quite practiced!

When did this happen?!

Why didn't I notice anything at all?!

She covered her own heart, watching as her mother—who should have belonged to her alone, elegant and pure—was now being so lewdly played with by another man inside that room. She felt her heart bleeding!

That's right—yes, back when she was recuperating at the monastery, their relationship had already been very intimate.

It was just that at the time, she'd thought she'd very successfully prevented their trysts, so even though she'd seen many clues, she hadn't thought in that direction...

Realizing her mistakes and oversights, her heart immediately filled with deep resentment.

Why!

Why would Mother give herself to such a playboy!

She immediately felt the urge to cry, to kneel on the ground and pound it forcefully, sobbing in anguish, looking completely defeated.

But unfortunately, the two people inside the room, whose interest was at its peak, naturally couldn't hear this girl's inner voice. With her peaks and flesh being stimulated by Charles's skilled techniques, Willo moaned softly, feeling waves of pleasure washing over her one after another. Soon she reached the peak of pleasure. "Ah... ah—!"

Her body went limp, her gaze hazy, her seductive moans growing higher and higher. Hearing this in Adele's ears outside the window hurt more than stabbing her heart with nails.

But unfortunately, Willo wasn't aware of her daughter's feelings. The conversation that would make the latter even more uncomfortable was yet to come. "Darling, I... oh..."

Realizing she'd just had one climax, Charles stopped teasing her nipple with his tongue, releasing that crimson grape, and looked directly into her eyes.

He also found it somewhat difficult to endure the shyness in his heart. However, at this moment he was like a stubborn child unwilling to admit defeat, steeling himself to ask Willo, "Did you like it, darling?"

"I liked it." Under her ethereal state of mind, Willo had no sense of shame whatsoever, actively responding to Charles's inquiry. She even sat up straight, leaning forward, extending her tender pink tongue to actively kiss his lips. "I really liked it. You made me very happy. You're so good, darling."

These mushy words came one after another, making even Charles's scalp tingle. The truth was that even the nuns had almost never spoken to him like this—most of the time they'd just shyly call him Master.

He held on, kissing Willo's lips back. After flirting with each other's tongues for a while, Willo gradually recovered her stamina.

She then very naturally wrapped her arms around his neck, lying back on the bed, while softly saying, "I want more, darling. Use your body to fill me..."

Charles then leaned over her, one hand covering her full breasts, gently kneading, while the other spread her thighs, positioning her in a posture more suited to receiving his thrusts.

All of these conversations fell word for word into Adele's ears outside the window. Immediately, the satyr girl's shock intensified even more.

My mother—why would she say such things?

Isn't she still in a druid's ethereal state of mind?

No, my gentle and pure mother would never be like this!

Charles—!

She painfully covered her own face, realizing that her mother was no longer as she used to be—her desires and longings had all been shaped by Charles. She felt so anguished she wished she could bury herself in the earth.

But without giving her much time to immerse herself in anguish, from inside the room suddenly came another of Willo's long, satisfied moans. "Oh—!"

Adele jerked her head up and discovered that during the time she'd been anguishing with her head down, Charles had already thrust his waist forward, inserting that thick thing entirely into her mother's body!

Without even needing to adjust the angle, just standing here, she could see perfectly clearly how tightly the two were joined where their bodies met, leaving hardly any gap whatsoever!

She could hardly believe her eyes. Obviously the entrance to the secret garden between Willo's legs was so delicate and narrow. Adele had always thought only something as thick as her thumb could enter there, otherwise it would hurt or even cause injury.

But Charles's thing was far, far larger—just comparing, it might be nearly as thick as her own wrist!

Being penetrated by something so big... would Mother... be in pain?

She didn't know. She secretly looked at Willo's expression and could only see that the latter now had her small mouth slightly open, gasping, the expression on her flushed cheeks looking more like satisfaction than pain.

Then, Charles slowly moved his waist. The thick cock began slowly moving in and out of her body.

From Adele's angle, with her powerful darkvision, she could very clearly see the details of that thick cock's movements—watching as it pulled her mother's garden's two tender honey-colored lips inward with each thrust, or turned them outward with each withdrawal.

And every time it penetrated to the root, Willo's throat emitted a soft moan. The breasts on her chest would also bounce up and down from the force of the impact, the engorged, erect nipples tracing pink arcs through the air.

Adele still couldn't believe that something so thick could enter Mother's body without bringing any pain. But the facts were before her eyes. On Willo's face, in her voice, all she could see and hear was pleasure and satisfaction. No matter how she tried to understand or imagine it, she couldn't find even the slightest trace of pain.

Mother was truly enjoying this lovemaking with Charles very much...

Realizing and admitting this current state was, to some degree, even more painful. It meant Adele had to acknowledge that none of this was entirely Charles's fault—that it also included Willo's own choice, and that she herself was happy with this choice!

She had to admit that the choice to monopolize Mother might actually rob her of much happiness!

But this—how could this be possible...

Not only was her heart in agony, but her thoughts were now in complete disarray, numerous threads of thought tangled together, momentarily robbing her even of the ability to think.

She just stared blankly at everything before her, watching as Charles pressed Willo onto the bed, holding her shoulders, his waist moving up and down as he entered and exited her mother's body. That crimson thick cock—every time it withdrew, its huge size and fierce appearance made Adele's heart skip a beat. The glistening sticky fluid it brought out seemed able to sting her eyes.

And whenever it plunged back into Willo's body, just imagining the feeling of flesh being forcibly pushed apart and stretched made Adele's thoughts scatter in chaos.

Willo gasped softly, moaning. She'd clearly entered the zone, doing nothing but enjoying Charles's movements. This sound also seemed to be some kind of motivation, making Charles's movements gradually accelerate, his body beginning to exert force.

His movements began to speed up, like a tireless machine that kept pounding down. That thick thing was like a piling column, driving into the deepest part of Willo's body, and when withdrawing, would even bring out small splashes of water!

Willo wrapped her arms around his neck, her own plump, fair waist and hips also actively rising and falling to meet Charles's movements. Her soft thighs clamped around his waist to better receive his thrusts.

Her mouth breathed fragrant air at his ear, intermittently expressing her true feelings. "So good, darling, I love you so much..."

"Harder... faster, I still want... ah...!"

"Yes... I... oh... I love you, darling..."

Under her ethereal state of mind, and with everything about her already open to Charles without any defenses, at this moment Willo's inner thoughts couldn't be held back for even a second. They kept spilling out, drilling into Charles's ears, teasing even stronger desire in him, making his movements even more vigorous!

Adele stared blankly, watching and listening to all of this, not knowing what she could do, what she should do to stop or even salvage this devastating situation.

She couldn't even seek advice or help from others, and her little head couldn't think. The cold night wind quietly blew, just like her currently despairing mood.

Until the postures of the two people inside the room changed slightly again. The breaks between Willo's words grew more and more frequent, until finally she couldn't even form a single sentence, leaving only her extremely excited moans. "I'm going to... I... ah... ah—!"

These loud moans, each higher than the last, brought Adele slightly back to her senses, then her pupils constricted.

Wait, could it be that he's about to...

The thought in her heart hadn't fully formed when she saw Charles suddenly thrust his waist forward one last time, forcefully driving that thick cock into the deepest part of Willo's body!

His arms held Willo's body, both their bodies trembling and shaking, demonstrating that an even more intense union was happening in places Adele couldn't see!

And she could do nothing. She could only stare directly at all of this. Even though her heart was bleeding, she couldn't salvage anything!

Suddenly, another thought surfaced in her mind.

If they do it like this... will Mother get pregnant?

Will I... soon have a little brother or sister?

Wait, then... will I have to call this playboy "Father" in the future?

At this thought, her heart filled with even more humiliation and grief.

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