It wasn't the first time I'd seen it, but every time I did, I felt that mature women had a special kind of visual muddiness.
Carl easily inserted one head; he didn't dare insert more, lest she become alert afterward.
"Hoo…" Carl exhaled a long breath; this feeling, like soaking in a hot spring, was something young girls couldn't give him.
He didn't dare make too big a movement, wiggling slightly, enjoying the mature woman's accommodating embrace for a while before reluctantly pulling his hand back.
He was afraid that if he continued, the big head would be possessed by the small head.
Carl redressed Victoria in the transparent black stockings, his palm trying to cup her for a moment, a perfect fit for his hand.
After checking that her clothes were restored, he released Time Stop on Chris.
Chris noticed the Time Stop around her, her face sinking. She quickly looked at her mother, and only after finding no abnormality did she turn back to look coldly at Carl.
She knew that stopping time at this moment meant nothing good.
"Come here," Carl pointed his finger downwards.
Chris's face was ashen. She was saddened to realize that she could actually understand the perversion conveyed in Carl's eyes.
Her face was very embarrassed. She glanced at her mother, who was still stopped, and then walked in front of Carl and squatted down.
"Not bad, your technique is getting better and better." Carl looked down at her embarrassed expression, at the Saintess's pure face, enduring humiliation. He truly had no resistance at all.
Especially thinking that he had just been inside her mother's body, and hadn't even wiped himself.
But looking at her expression, she clearly hadn't tasted any difference.
Chris rolled her eyes upwards, giving him a glare, secretly relieved that Carl still had some principles, at least keeping his promise not to touch her mother.
Carl curled his lips, placing his hand on the back of her head.
Chris knew what was about to happen, humiliation flashing in her eyes, but she just relaxed her throat as much as possible, which could make it less painful for her.
Then, a bulge appeared in her throat.
Carl leaned back, developing various biting techniques in the noble and pure Saintess, which gave him a special sense of satisfaction.
Of course, he wasn't just controlled by the small head.
This time, new knowledge was developed.
Carl could feel the power of the "Time Stop Domain" had increased a bit.
Chris's face gradually turned pale, her throat blocked, making it difficult for her to breathe. The sensation of suffocation entered her head, causing her eyes to whiten.
But even so, she still endured the pain alone, not wanting to beg Carl for mercy.
Chris felt that if she begged for mercy, she would lose.
Now she was clearly being made to bite him, but it was forced; as long as she didn't yield, she would retain her dignity.
Carl noticed her face getting paler and paler, quickly supporting the back of her head and speeding up. This Saintess was a bit stubborn, and Carl was really afraid of causing problems for her due to suffocation… Within the core area of the Brotherhood's camp, Fox, with her jade feet crossed, described Carl's plan in detail to Aisha.
Loyi's face gradually turned ashen as Fox narrated. Anger caused her eyes to suddenly revert to golden vertical pupils. She stood up abruptly, her voice filled with uncontrollable rage: "Leader, I'll go kill him!"
Aisha gently shook her head: "Loyi, calm down."
Her voice had a magical quality that gradually calmed Loyi's anger. She took a deep breath and sat down again: "Leader, how should we counterattack?"
Aisha was silent for a moment, a trace of helplessness flashing in her eyes, then she shook her head with a bitter smile: "There's no way, he's using an overt scheme."
Loyi clenched her fists: "Leader, we won't be swayed by his sweet words."
Aisha, however, turned to look at Fox: "Fox, do you want us to ally with him?"
Fox was startled, a complex expression flashing in her eyes. Her enemy was Duke Oram.
If the Brotherhood and Carl joined forces against the Duke, she would naturally be happy to see it happen.
Aisha was not surprised by Fox's silence and looked at Loyi: "This is what makes him terrifying."
...In the Church.
Victoria felt a slight heat in her body; that was her body secreting some female hormones. Then she looked at Carl's delicate 14-year-old appearance in front of her.
She suspected she had been lonely for too long; just seeing the young man, her body had some reaction.
However, this momentary mental activity would not affect her gentle expression: "Mr. Carl, may I speak with you privately?"
Chapter 78: The Angry Mother
Chris's face darkened when she heard her mother suggest speaking with Carl alone. She glanced at her mother's mature and beautiful figure; she had no confidence in Carl's integrity whatsoever.
"Alright," Carl turned his head and gave Chris a reassuring smile.
Her face, however, grew even gloomier. After two seconds of hesitation, she couldn't find a reason to stay. She reluctantly bowed and slowly left the room, her heart filled with unease.
As the door closed, only Carl and Victoria remained in the church hall.
"Bishop," Carl admired Victoria's long legs in black stockings. Black stockings truly had more charm on a mature woman: "What do you wish to speak to me about?"
Bishop Victoria did not answer immediately, a coldness flashing in her eyes.
At that instant, the stone floor beneath Carl's feet vibrated.
Countless pillars of light, like nimble snakes, shot out from his feet, rapidly coiling around his body. These pillars of light were composed of holy light, weaving into shackles around Carl, binding him tightly.
Carl's muscles tensed, and he used all his strength to try and break free, but they remained motionless. With his seventh-tier physique, he couldn't budge them an inch.
"Don't bother wasting your strength." Bishop Victoria's voice became icy, a stark contrast to her previous gentle demeanor.
Her face seemed covered in a layer of frost: "For bullying my daughter, you will find death a luxury."
After his struggles proved futile, Carl stopped moving and looked at Victoria, his expression still calm: "Chris and I are mutually willing."
He truly hadn't expected Victoria to suddenly attack.
First, he ruled out Chris revealing the truth; otherwise, Victoria wouldn't have sent Chris away first before dealing with him alone.
"I am a mother," Bishop Victoria interrupted him, her eyes filled with anger. As she spoke, a longsword made of holy light appeared in her hand.
She didn't hesitate at all, thrusting directly at Carl's lower body.
"Time Stop."
The angry mother was frozen in that instant.
Carl walked out of the holy light chains; he had already tried it. In the world of Time Stop, all magical creations become ineffective.
Victoria was as cold as ice, looking at Carl's fixed position. Her sacred bishop's robe had already been unfastened, revealing mature black lace underneath.
These designs all came from Carl.
However, they had already been lifted. Carl reached out from behind her to support it; truly Chris's mother, he could only barely support it, as soft as a cream puff.
Now that they had torn off all pretenses, Carl had nothing to worry about. He ripped off her transparent black stockings and started directly from behind.
Victoria's figure was of the mature, curvaceous type, even a size larger than Carl's, especially her peach-shaped buttocks. Carl, lying behind her, still found it a bit strenuous.
Facing a tall, mature woman in high heels, Carl couldn't perform many positions.
Victoria probably hadn't used it in a long time; initially, it was more difficult than with the developed Chris.
But she got into the rhythm very quickly. In just a moment, she let Carl experience the mature woman's unique soft and tender sensation, like soaking comfortably in a hot spring, something a young girl couldn't give him.
"So moist!"
Carl closed his eyes, his entire body tensed.
The holy light longsword in Victoria's hand abruptly lunged at Carl. Just as the sword tip was about to touch its target, Carl's figure instantly vanished without any warning.
Victoria's longsword struck nothing, a trace of astonishment flashing in her eyes, but her movements were not flustered.
The moment the attack missed, she quickly raised her hand, and a shield of holy light immediately rose around her.
While performing these actions, she glimpsed Carl sitting leisurely nearby, legs crossed, looking completely at ease.
Victoria suddenly felt an inexplicable discomfort emanating from her abdomen. She glanced downwards; there were wet, dark streaks on the inside of her thigh's black stocking.
"?"
What followed was a sensation of swelling.
Victoria felt that there was still quite a bit inside her body, and although the transparent black stockings blocked some, it was still continuously seeping out.
She was a mother. After a moment of surprise, she knew the source of this feeling of being filled with muddiness.
Victoria's face was ashen. Behind her, the solemn statue of a god suddenly emitted a blazing holy light, like the first rays of dawn, dazzling and mysterious.
The holy light, as if alive, slowly flowed from the statue, covering Victoria's body.
Under the baptism of this holy light, her mature and sexy body donned a dazzling armor of holy light. Her originally charming eyes were now tinged with golden radiance, shedding humanity and replaced by divinity, majestic and mysterious.
Her body, surrounded by holy light, slowly floated, an angel descending to the human world, sacred and inviolable.
Victoria raised her hand, and a holy light spear, which had appeared at some unknown time, pointed directly at Carl.
Carl sat with his legs crossed, his gaze full of interest. Victoria's current transformation clearly leveraged the special power of the Church.
This was undoubtedly her trump card, allowing her to dare to turn against him.
Carl snapped his fingers: "Time Stop."
Victoria was stopped in the act of raising her spear.
Carl circled her body, her sexy and voluptuous figure, clad in this translucent golden armor, like a sacred angel descended to the human world:
"So beautiful."
He reached out, and as expected, easily passed through the transparent golden armor, placing his hand on her soft, peachy bottom.
Carl unfastened her bishop's robe and tossed it aside.
Victoria was wearing only transparent black stockings and high heels, with a set of holy armor outside, but the front of the black stockings was wet and permeated.
Carl went behind her and gently pushed against her peachy bottom.
So soft.
This feeling of a beautiful, mature woman who had given birth was truly incomparable to a young girl.
Carl used his hand to tear open the transparent black stockings from behind. Although they were made of demonic spider material, with his seventh-tier strength, it was effortless.
"Tear!"
Within the transparent black, a small circle of white appeared.
Carl found the right position. Although the cultivation was difficult, seeing Victoria's sacred appearance produced a peculiar sense of pleasure.
Victoria held her sacred long spear, its tip shimmering with holy light, aimed steadily at Carl in front of her.
Suddenly, a strong tearing sensation in her muscles came from behind. This sudden pain caused her sacred golden eyes to sharply narrow.
On her sacred face, astonishment and disbelief finally surfaced.
She not only felt something erupting from behind but also realized that her bishop's robe was gone, leaving her in only transparent stockings and high heels.
The sacred, translucent armor gave her no sense of security.
"A good expression." Carl remained seated, a hint of playfulness in his eyes: "Just like your daughter back then. Unfortunately, your opportunities are running out."
Victoria's originally questioning expression, upon hearing Carl mention her daughter, was like a dragon's reverse scale being touched. Her eyes flashed with killing intent, and she raised her long spear high.
The next second.
A sudden sharp pain shot through her throat, and her jaw dislocated.
Chapter 79: You Don't Want To Either
Victoria hastily covered her mouth with her hand, trying to control the churning sensation, but it was too late.
A foul-smelling, white, viscous substance uncontrollably gushed from her nostrils and between her fingers, splattering onto the sacred marble floor of the church, forming an unsightly stain.
Victoria's face instantly turned ashen. Her sacred image was utterly destroyed in that moment, leaving only disarray.
Carl looked at her coldly: "I usually give people three chances, and you've used them all. Recognize reality, and submitting to a stronger person is nothing to be ashamed of."
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