This time, the Anno finally stopped protesting and silently acquiesced. Charles reached out to help her remove the thick sweater, revealing her fair, rounded shoulders and those delicate, sexy collarbones.
An extremely conservative white bra cupped her full, firm breasts. Even in the dim light, the deep cleavage between them shone brilliantly.
Charles then slid off her bra, slipping the straps from her shoulders. As the cup-shaped garment fell away, her high, perky mounds were completely exposed to his gaze.
He lowered his head, first kissing her cheeks tenderly, then trailing down her snow-white neck and delicate collarbones. He buried his face in the valley of her cleavage, greedily inhaling her maidenly scent before his mouth closed hungrily over one hard nipple—
"Mmnn—!"
A stifled moan escaped Anno's throat. She felt not just the suction of his lips but also the teasing scrape of teeth and the wicked flicker of his tongue. Pleasure like electric sparks shot through her mind, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
With his other hand, Charles fondled her other breast—pushing it inward gently as his fingers kneaded and squeezed. His touch was skilled, precise, and calculated to make her shudder—not just for his own enjoyment, but to ensure his lover felt every pulse of pleasure.
He succeeded. His masterful teasing sent Anno floating among the clouds, losing herself in the dizzying pleasure.
After a moment, he released her now-hard, spit-slicked nipple. Still panting, he trailed kisses down her taut, sculpted abdomen—over the faint dip of her navel and lower still—
By then, his hands had already tugged off her trousers, leaving her lower body clad only in black leather boots and sheer pink panties. Dark, wet patches bloomed over the fabric, betraying her arousal.
Charles didn't rush. He first pressed the heel of his palm firmly against her soaked panties, grinding rhythmically over her swollen clit—
"Ah…!"
Anno gasped, her hand tightening around his arm while the other clawed at the bedsheets. Eyes fluttering open, her gaze turned hazy, pupils dilated with lust. "You… ah!"
Her hips rocked in shallow little circles—not in protest, but eager surrender. Knowing she was ready, Charles peeled off her damp panties. Instead of pushing inside her immediately, he slid down her body—burrowing his face between her snow-white thighs—and dragged his tongue in one long, slow stroke across her drenched pussy lips—
"AAH—!"
Watching him devour her like this drove Anno wild. The dual assault of visual thrill and physical ecstasy shattered her mind. Overwhelmed, she arched off the bed. A choked scream tore from her lips as she exploded into her first orgasm—shaking and soaked.
Feeling her release wash over him, Charles lifted his head. Anno collapsed beneath him, limp as a boneless doll, utterly conquered.
With a knowing smile, he stripped off his clothes. Settling beside her, he gathered her trembling body close.
Skin-to-skin now, paladin girl felt like a torch caught in a windstorm—the fire only burned higher. Her fingers raked down his chest, tracing the hard ridges of muscle. The raw hunger in her eyes couldn't be hidden.
"Today's an exception," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "To celebrate… your deeds. But this really is the last time. After this… never again."
Charles nodded as he rolled her over onto her stomach. Gripping her hips, he lined up the thick head of his cock with her drenched entrance. Then with one powerful thrust, he sank to the hilt—
"OOOH—!"
Anno screamed—a sound of pure, savage satisfaction. She surrendered completely, shutting her eyes and abandoning every shred of resistance. She let go, losing herself to the frantic, pounding rhythm.
Their furious coupling echoed through the room: raw slapping skin, the creak of straining bedsprings, Anno's shrill cries sharpening into animalistic howls.
Long afterward, the two lay tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, gasping for breath.
As reality crept back in, shame hit Anno. She twisted Charles's waist, pinching him hard. "You bastard! What's going on in that filthy head of yours?!"
Charles kept begging for mercy, insisting everything was his fault. Only after getting her fill of teasing did Anno finally calm down and say, "I remember—you asked me to come over, said you'd heard some news?"
"What's up? Is it serious?"
Charles let out a long breath, steadied himself, and got down to business. "It's about fiends—and the cultists who worship them."
Hearing this, Anno's gaze sharpened instantly. "Oh? What's the story?"
"Remember the first time you came to South Harbor District, you busted that cult?" Charles began, lying through his teeth. "Truth is, I always suspected those guys were just scapegoats. The real masterminds never got swept up."
"Because way before that, I found signs pointing to devil involvement, but that night, we found nothing that actually linked to devils."
Anno's eyes narrowed. "So you mean—the devils and their secret cultists are still lurking in South Harbor District?"
Charles nodded gravely. "Yeah. And I'm pretty sure it's not just South Harbor."
"How's Blackstaff Tower for manpower lately? If you're not stretched thin, I'd suggest a citywide crackdown. Based on my investigation, you should focus on these places in particular…"
Anno's eyes lit up. "Great! Do you have paper and pen? I'll make some notes and tell Vajra as soon as I get back!"
Charles nodded, then pulled the covers aside. "Come on, let's hit the scriptorium. I'll give you a detailed list."
The two of them got up, helping each other dress—almost starting something again by accident. But in the end, they managed to make it out of the room intact and head straight for the scriptorium.
Up on the second floor, Charles dug out paper and pen, inviting Anno to sit while he got to work, listing out everything: "Based on my intel, these are the main trouble spots…"
He wrote down locations, people involved, what had happened, suspicious details, and suggested ways to investigate—all the stuff that would've been random side quests in the game. Tied together, every lead pointed to a bigger truth: devilish powers were running wild here, the cambion agent Regolas had infiltrated every corner of the port!
Ultimately, it would all unlock a massive hidden quest—ripping out everything Regolas had built over decades by the roots, wiping out the devils' whole backup plan in the city.
Back in the game, you had to do every step personally—no skipping. But here, real life meant he could just bundle up all the clues and evidence, feed it all to Blackstaff Tower, and get the whole nest cleaned out by official power.
After all, Charles was busy—he didn't have time to run all over town doing errands for random NPCs over minor stuff.
That'd be way too inefficient. Far better to call in the authorities and have them sweep the devils straight out of the city.
As Charles wrote and explained, Anno kept sneaking glances at his profile. Knowing he'd been quietly keeping tabs on this made her swell with pride—she couldn't stop thinking she'd made the right choice, and felt honored to have picked him.
It took real effort to tear her eyes from his face and focus on the details, frowning as she memorized and considered everything, occasionally asking questions that she made sure to remember.
By the time they'd talked through all of it and nailed down every piece of intel on Regolas, it was already dusk.
Winter meant an early sunset—by the time they headed out, the world outside was pitch dark.
Peering at the jet-black sky out the window, Anno shot Charles an exaggeratedly pitiful look. "This is all your fault! You just had to fool around all afternoon. Now I can't even go home…"
Charles couldn't help thinking, C'mon, you're doing this on purpose. Every other time you've come to South Harbor, you slip the carriage driver a little extra cash to wait for you by the district office, just in case you need a ride home.
But he had no intention of calling his girlfriend's bluff. Instead, he rubbed his nose and said, "Well, why not stay here at the monastery tonight? I'll take you back home myself in the morning."
Anno sighed dramatically. "Guess there's no choice, huh?"
Then she twisted at his hip, pouting, "But this is all your fault! You better not try anything tonight!"
Charles grinned, "Alright, alright, not a single funny move. Ow…"
She waited until he really seemed to be in pain before letting go, grinning as she hooked his arm. "I'm starved. Let's eat! How do you guys do meals here at the monastery?"
Charles perked up, "Me? I cook, of course! Come on, let me show you what I can do."
He jumped up and led Anno downstairs, ready to flex in the kitchen.
But reaching the first floor of the scriptorium, just as he pushed open the door, he found Hattie standing in the entry, her face cold as ice.
Just like that, the warm, sweet atmosphere vanished. Anno's smile froze; she suddenly looked nervous—like a schoolgirl caught skipping class.
Charles's heart nearly leapt right out of his chest as he forced a stiff laugh. "Ah, Hattie, studying? What a coincidence, we were just heading to dinner…"
Hattie's gaze swept over them both; then she chuckled, "Dinner's ready, Priest. I was just coming to fetch you."
Charles kept up his awkward smile. "You cooked tonight? I was just about to show off a little myself, haha…"
Hattie's tone remained soft. "We knew Lady Anno was coming. And if we waited for you two to get around to dinner, the sisters would have starved, so we went ahead and cooked."
Anno's face instantly went beet red—clearly, she heard a second meaning in "get around to dinner." She mentally scolded herself, insisting she had to keep her mind out of the gutter; of course Miss Hattie didn't mean it like that.
But Charles caught Hattie's real meaning loud and clear. She was messing with him—he cleared his throat, "Ahem, right… we got carried away discussing the cultist problem, lost track of time, ahaha…"
"Let's eat before the food goes cold."
So saying, he held Anno's hand and followed Hattie toward the kitchen.
It was a short walk, and soon the three of them reached the kitchen door. Inside, a huge pot of seafood and vegetable soup steamed by the table, several large bowls filled and ready.
In the center were seared steaks, fresh carrot bread, and a crisp veggie salad. Ruth, Sephera, and Andny were already seated, watching him and Anno with narrowed, scrutinizing eyes.
Just like a three-judge inquisition. For a moment, Charles's heart almost stopped.
Witches didn't even need to eat, so there was no reason for all of them to be here at once—let alone sitting in full formation like this.
Uh oh, they're definitely up to something… Or maybe Anno's the one facing the gauntlet?
Yikes…
He got chills, but there was no escaping it—this was his own mess, after all. He steeled himself, guided Anno to a chair, and cracked a smile. "Everyone's here—let's eat!"
He sat, took a spoon, and stirred his soup—but his mind was clearly elsewhere, half his focus on the others around the table.
Anno, on the other hand, sat naturally, picked up her own spoon, gave the seafood soup a gentle stir, and sipped. Her eyes sparkled in surprise. "Wow, this is incredible!"
She honestly hadn't expected it—there was none of that fishy taste you sometimes got from sea-salt. Just pure, delicious flavors blooming on her tongue; she nearly wanted to shout out loud.
What in the world was in this?
She couldn't help but wonder, when Hattie commented kindly, "As long as you like it, Lady Anno, all those hours were worth it."
Across the table, Sephera couldn't resist a barbed comment: "Yeah, we were a little worried our 'rustic' food might not be good enough for Lady Anno, who's used to palace chefs."
Anno kept smiling—she was in a great mood and honestly didn't pick up the sarcasm. "No way! This is way better than what the chef makes at my house!"
It never occurred to her Sephera might be mocking her. After all, that kind nun had once quietly advised her what kind of gifts Charles liked.
Anno's heart was light. But just then, Andny suddenly piped up, "Well, Lady Anno, eat as much as you like! After all, you and Priest Charles were, uh, 'busy' all afternoon, you both must be famished."
Anno went instantly scarlet, ducking her head and sipping her soup nervously, peeking at Andny, half terrified.
Wait, what?
Did I… was I too loud this afternoon, and they all heard…?
God, kill me now, how embarrassing!
She was mortified, and Charles—face helpless—shot Andny a look begging her to change the subject, so Anno didn't die of embarrassment before dinner was over.
Andny had to stifle a laugh—she'd watched the whole afternoon's "action" live, after all. But she was ready to smooth things over now. "Oh, I just meant Lady Anno and Priest were caught up discussing devil cults all afternoon, must be tired!"
Charles facepalmed—nobody in the world would buy such a lame excuse.
But Anno swallowed it.
She instinctively assumed the nuns were all straight-shooters, incapable of lying to a friend—so she finally relaxed, relieved she hadn't been overheard.
Her smile returned, cheerful again. "It's no big deal—talking's exhausting for the brain, not the body. A good night's sleep and I'm fine."
She was still jittery, but now Ruth spoke up, "Anyway, it's late. The trams have all stopped, and you probably can't hire a carriage now either."
Anno took a breath, squared her shoulders, and said, "I already told Priest Charles—I'll stay at the monastery tonight, then head back to Blackstaff Tower tomorrow."
"So, Lady Anno, where will you stay?" Sephera asked suddenly. "The monastery's been expanding lately, we're out of spare rooms."
Ruth was about to say there were plenty of empty rooms, but Hattie quickly interjected, "That's exactly what's been happening—lots of nuns have to double up in the same room now."
Then she turned to Anno: "But my quarters are pretty big, with extra space. If you don't mind squeezing in, how about staying with me tonight?"
Anno's face fell instantly, turning to Charles with a look that screamed: Honey, say something! I want to sleep with you, not her…
Charles played dumb and turned the question back on her, "What do you think?"
Anno grit her teeth, simmering with rage. Of all times, now's when he decides to let me handle this? Just wait, I'll get you for this!
Part of her wanted to push for it, but after the teasing earlier, she was honestly a little worried: if I sleep in his room and he doesn't keep his promise, and someone really does overhear…
Better safe than sorry.
Suppressing her disappointment, Anno forced a bright little smile. "Sure, Miss Hattie, I can bunk with you tonight!"
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