After dinner, the girls gathered to whisper and chat for a while, and before they knew it, it was getting late. Soon after, Anno followed Hattie, Sephera, and the others to the monastery's communal baths to wash up.
Even coming from wealth, Anno couldn't help but be amazed by the automated setups in the bathhouse—these hot-water showers on demand were honestly more convenient than anything she had at home.
Mostly, though, this was just polite banter. In reality, at home, she had servants to help her eat, bathe, dress, and style her hair and makeup.
Her maids were always on standby for anything she might need at a moment's notice, so truly, she was never at any inconvenience.
The nuns, of course, gave all credit to magic with modest smiles, brushing off her praise. Under a cascade of hot water and swirling clouds of steam, the girls helped one another scrub and wash.
Their fair hands glided over each other's skin, reaching every high ridge and deep hollow—not missing a single spot.
Anno didn't find this awkward at all. Back home, her maids had always done the same, washing her with towels in the bath.
This time, though, she thoughtfully repaid the favor, helping the witches wash as well. Though, truth be told, she'd never done such things before—her movements were undeniably awkward.
What she didn't realize was that, as they all washed each other, a few witches were secretly eyeing her up and down, confirming for themselves every trace left by Charles on her body. Several of them ground their teeth in jealous silence, but forced themselves to smile gracefully and pretend they hadn't noticed a thing.
Once their steamy bathing session was over, Hattie used Create Water/Destroy Water to dry the girls' hair, then took Anno by the arm and walked her back to her own room.
It was quite late. Once inside, Hattie pulled a fresh duvet from her wardrobe and offered it to Anno. The two of them were old comrades by now—after all, they'd fought side by side in the mountains, so sharing a bed felt only natural.
But tonight, Anno's spirits just weren't high. When she lay down beneath the covers, her gaze was rather dull.
Hattie picked up on her mood but didn't rush her. Instead, she slipped under the covers herself, used Mage Hand to pull the curtains tight, extinguished the Light spell, and waited until the room was pitch black before whispering softly, "Are you okay, Lady Anno?"
Darkness is the best mask. When the world goes black and all is still, it's hard to keep your real feelings from surfacing; secrets want to spill out.
Anno shook her head, managing an unconvincing smile. "It's nothing. I'm just worried about the cultists…"
She was lying, and not very well—she silently thanked the darkness that hid her expression from Hattie.
Unbeknownst to her, Hattie was a witch; in her eyes, the room was as bright as day, and she saw every detail written on Anno's face, clear as crystal.
At that moment, the deep-sea witch watched her intently, struggling with swirling feelings in her chest. Only after a long pause did she say quietly, "Are you thinking about sneaking over to the priest's room?"
Anno was startled, waving her hands. "Ah… No way! My family has strict rules, nothing like that before marriage…"
Hattie couldn't help but think, I never said anything specific, but you sure just confessed on your own. She kept her eyes on Anno and whispered, "Lady Anno, I can keep your secret safe."
Anno froze, face flushing scarlet, heart pounding like a drum.
If it had been anyone else, she might have tried to deny it further.
But with Hattie, who had fought alongside her against demons, chthonians, and mountain aggressors—there was a sense of camaraderie, a real bond. She felt close to this nun.
Besides, she really did want to go see Charles…
So, swallowing her nerves, she asked softly, "Really? You're sure?"
Hattie gave her a gentle smile. "Of course. Honestly, I'm glad to help."
"After all, Charles isn't exactly a kid anymore…"
The moment she said it, Anno felt like Hattie wasn't just a fellow nun close to Charles's age, but rather a mother who'd watched him grow up.
Although, if Anno recalled correctly, Charles had only joined the monastery about six months ago…
Thinking of that "elder" attitude only made Anno's heart race harder. She widened her eyes, trying to find something special in Hattie's face—but it was too dark, she couldn't see a thing.
She hesitated, but in the end, desire won out over reason. "Then… I'll go?"
Hattie bit her lip, but finally nodded. "Yes, go. By this hour, Sephera and the others should all be asleep by now."
Anno slipped out of bed, dressed just in thermal wear—her undergarments already off. The air outside was chilly; she hugged herself, slipped into her slippers, and crept quietly to the door, padding off toward Charles's room.
Hattie watched her figure go, sighed softly, and murmured to the mosquito at her ear, "Andny, tell Master that Anno's on her way over."
"…What? Sephera is in Master's room right now?"
"…In that case, never mind. Just lock the door and let Anno knock when she gets there."
...
Ten minutes earlier...
In Charles' room, he'd just resigned himself to no extra night activities and was settling into bed when he felt the covers wriggling. Looking down, he discovered Sephera already naked in his bed, grinning up at him with mischievous triumph.
Charles smiled, pinching her cheek. "Did you all plan this? Your turn tonight?"
"No," Sephera's lips curled in a taunting smirk. "Hattie's busy guarding Lady Anno. I told Ruth and Andny you needed rest... then sneaked here myself."
Charles chuckled ruefully. "Taking advantage of their trust, aren't you?"
Sephera's smile turned predatory. "Just caring for my Master's needs!" Her hand slid beneath the waistband of his pants, expertly peeling them down his hips.
Her fingers encircled his thickening cock, already half-hard from her presence. She gave two slow, practiced strokes along its veined length before bending to kiss the swollen glans.
Her forked tongue flickered like a serpent's, lapping at the sensitive crown before swirling around the ridge. Charles groaned as heat pooled in his groin.
"Ohhh..."
The dual tips of her tongue created devastating patterns - tracing his urethral slit, then fluttering rapidly beneath the head.
As Sephera deepthroated him, Charles retaliated by palming her petite breasts. He rolled the hardened nipples between thumb and forefinger, watching them peak into tight buds. When Sephera released his cock with a wet pop, she gasped:
"Master? Feel how much fuller they are? The milk baths work, don't they?"
Charles lied smoothly, kneading the soft mounds. His thumbs pressed into the supple flesh, imagining milk swelling beneath the surface.
"Definitely fuller... softer too..."
Eyes lighting up, Sephera swallowed him whole again – choking herself as she took every inch. Charles cried out, fingers pinching her nipples hard to distract himself from erupting.
His thick cockhead nudged the back of her throat as she gagged, her esophagus spasming around his shaft. Charles watched tears streak her face—the perfect blend of pain and submission that pushed him toward climax. Only by imagining purification matrices could he hold back the surge.
Sephera pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting lips to glistening cock. "Can't... can't wait anymore," she gasped, climbing astride him.
Positioning her dripping slit over his veined erection, she guided him to her entrance. Just as the swollen glans parted her labia...
Knock knock knock
Just as the swollen glans parted her tender folds—
"Charles, you asleep?" Anno's hushed voice came through the door.
Charles tensed. Sephera froze—his cockhead already pressed against her entrance, poised to sink into her soaked depths. She gritted her teeth, frustration flashing in her eyes.
"Not yet, wait a moment," Charles called out. He lifted Sephera off his lap, laid her on the bed, and pressed an apologetic kiss to her cheek. "Hide," he whispered, pulling the quilt over her naked form before lighting the room and striding to the door.
Anno stood shivering in thin underclothes, arms wrapped tight around herself. Seeing him, she darted past and threw herself onto the bed, burrowing under the covers.
Charles's heart hammered—had she spotted Sephera? But Anno simply turned to him, pouting: "Freezing! Come warm me up." Her lack of suspicion reassured him; careful not to disturb the hidden witch, he slid into bed beside her, plunging the room back into darkness as he enveloped her body. His hands roamed—sliding beneath her top to cup her full, bra-free breasts, thumbs teasing her hard nipples.
"Did Hattie kick you out?" Charles murmured, kneading her softness.
"No..." Anno's blush burned in the dark. "Sister Hattie knew about us... promised to keep our secret until we marry."
Under the bed, Sephera seethed.Hattie, you traitorous bitch!We had a deal!
Charles relaxed, one hand now slipping past her waistband to squeeze her round ass. "Good. I worried you clashed with them—especially Sephera earlier..."
Anno squirmed under his touch. "Not at all! Sister Sephera even suggested I buy you tonic gifts..." Her breath hitched as his fingers inched toward her heat. "No... We agreed: last time today..."
Last time my ass, Charles thought, fingers dipping between her thighs. "But darling, today counts—all day. Tomorrow's the reset." He teased her swollen lips, finding them slick and ready.
"You really mean...?"
"Promise. After midnight, no more."
"Then..." Anno melted. "...today's an exception. For celebration..."
Sephera's growing awareness of what the two were about to do filled her with renewed panic, and she began shouting frantically: "No! Stop! You two, stop right now!"
"Anno, you cowardly bitch! How could you possibly believe such a pathetic excuse?"
She screamed these words silently in her mind, but alas, no one would listen.
The couple on the bed fell silent, but the mattress began rocking visibly. Wet sucking sounds and moans filled the room—no doubt they were going all out with their foreplay. Sephera felt her heart tremble violently, desperate to intervene but ultimately realizing with crushing despair she was powerless...
Suddenly, a faint rustling caught her attention. She whipped her head around to see a sliver of moonlight piercing through Charles' curtains.
The lovers remained oblivious, but Sephera noticed. Worse yet, behind the parted drapes, three faces materialized - Hattie, Ruth, and Andny - peering in with voyeuristic glee.
These bitches came to watch the show!
Sephera studied their expressions intently, searching for any clue. Then all six eyes snapped downward, locking with hers in the darkness.
The corners of their mouths curled into identical, mocking smirks.
They're laughing at me!
Goddamn traitors! Those fucking cunts!!
Rage exploded in Sephera's chest, yet in the chaotic situation, she remained utterly helpless to change anything.
"Ohhh—"
"Ahh—"
Anno's melodic moans suddenly echoed above, followed by Charles' satisfied groan. Seasoned in carnal arts, Sephera instantly recognized what that meant:
He's inside her!
White-hot agony lanced through Sephera. That pleasure—painstakingly planned and nearly won moments ago when she'd taken him deep in her throat—was now Anno's reward!
Sephera's pink hair cascaded over her face as she slammed her fist silently against the floorboards in helpless fury.
Anno... I'll make you pay for this!
AAGGGHHHH!
"Charles..."
Anno whispered her lover's name, lost in primal ecstasy as he filled her. The bed creaked rhythmically beneath his thrusts, each squeak piercing Sephera's hiding spot with cruel clarity. She clamped hands over her ears, trying to block out the lewd symphony—but her witch senses amplified every sound:
Slutty moans: "Deeper! Oh gods YES!" as Charles' thick cock hammered Anno's cervix
The brutal cadence of hips pounding plump asscheeks
Obscene wet sounds of her slit gripping his veined shaft
Outside, the three witches watched raptly, taunting stares drilling into Sephera's soul. Tears of humiliation streaked her cheeks. The whole world's against me!
Her earlier triumph over Ruth and Andny evaporated like smoke.
...
After climaxing hard—Charles emptying his swollen balls deep into Anno's womb—they collapsed asleep in sweaty entanglement. Only then did Sephera crawl from under the bed, shooting a venomous glare at the couple before slipping away.
At the doorway, Hattie and her accomplices waited. The deep-sea witch greeted her with a vicious smirk: "How's that blue-balled desperation feel, Sephera? Teased to insanity but left unfucked?"
Sephera gritted her teeth. "You liar! We agreed you'd keep Anno away!"
Hattie's smile faded, replaced by weary resignation. "You saw them bathing—their passion was undeniable. Should we deny Master what he desires?"
Sephera lowered her head, resentment warring with reluctant understanding. The sting of interrupted pleasure still burned.
"Fine, Hattie. This is your fault." Her eyes glittered with predatory intent. "Next time? You owe me your turn with him."
Hattie tilted her head thoughtfully. "Perhaps... but should I also tell the sisters how you tricked them tonight? How you schemed for a private fuck-session only to hide under the bed jerking off to Master's grunts?"
Sephera's eyes flashed murder. "HATTIE, YOU—!"
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