He looked at Chris's jade-like feet beneath her black stockings; the saint's feet were indeed beautiful.
Carl never considered himself a foot fetishist, based on the fact that he only liked Saintess Chris's delicate feet, whose fair skin looked like a thin, smooth veil under transparent black stockings.
Whether touched by hand or by Little Ka, you feel a smoothness with a special sense of layering, where transparent silk fibers combine with delicate skin.
"..." Chris's expression was subtle. In her mind, feet were for walking, and this Evil Dragon would become noticeably more obedient every time she stepped on it.
This made her turn on some strange switches.
Chris's black stockings had her toes spread apart, revealing some gaps, and as she pinched them between her fingertips, she rubbed the stockings back and forth.
She glanced at Hill out of the corner of her eye; she had won.
Carl felt a series of comfortable rubbing sensations and glanced at Chris, the beautiful and pure saint, whose footwork was becoming increasingly skilled.
You can clearly feel that they are working harder than usual.
Lift Little Ka with the toes of one foot, and massage with the toes of the other foot spread apart.
When it's just the two of them, she always looks at him with disgust, as if he's a pervert, and seems unwilling.
With Carl around today, Chris still looked disgusted, but the difference was that her footwork was much more energetic than when the two of them were together.
Karl reached out and stroked the black stockings on her calves, feeling the sensation in his palm.
Could it be that with Hill around, there will be some strange buff?
There's no need to figure these things out; just enjoy the saint's services.
He stroked his hand up her legs, which were covered in black stockings, until he reached her knees. At that point, her thighs closed, stopping his hand.
Chris stared at Carl, gathering her long, loose hair with one hand. With Hill around, it was clear that being stomped on was the limit she could tolerate.
Seeing Carl's actions, Hill walked over with a smile, took Carl's hand that was trapped between Chris's thighs, removed it, and kissed Carl's fingers.
The glistening saliva and Karl's fingers stretched into a thin line, which he then traced down her chest, across her abdomen, across her smooth, dark brown skin, past her navel, and further down.
She was also wearing sheer black stockings, but unlike Chris's fair skin, hers were different.
The long, brown-skinned legs, wrapped in black stockings, exuded a mysterious and alluring blackness.
She held Karl's hand, letting him stroke it through her black stockings, while glancing at Chris with undisguised provocation in her eyes.
"..." Chris Weiwei squinted, clearly annoyed, and her footwork became heavier, as if she were venting her frustration on Karl.
Karl was speechless as he watched Dark Elf and the Saintess spar, and Hill was indeed more than that.
She also sat on the desk, sticking out one leg.
Chris was taken aback, not expecting her to come too. In that moment of surprise, Hill had already stepped on the other side of Little Ka, trying to push Chris's foot out.
A smile appeared on Hill's face at the same time.
Chris saw that smile as an undisguised provocation; she was stepping on Little Ka while trying to push Hill's feet away.
A pair of soft, white jade feet wrapped in black stockings and a pair of shapely little feet with brown skin, also wearing black stockings, used the little ka as their battlefield, exerting force on each other, each trying to push the other out.
Carl looked down at the two feet of different skin colors rubbing against each other, then glanced at Hill out of the corner of his eye, meeting her smiling gaze.
Chris, this saint, has been tricked again.
Dark Elf is an expert in assassination. He needs to walk barefoot and can even use his toes to hold weapons as a means of assassination. His feet have smooth lines and a healthy aesthetic.
The dexterity of her feet was incomparable to that of a saint's soft, white, delicate feet.
The two appeared to be evenly matched in the competition.
It was just a deliberate attempt to mislead people, as Hill's rank was several levels higher.
Sure enough, it took less than 10 minutes.
Little Ka vomited immediately after being subjected to two feet with completely different tactile experiences.
The warm, moist sensation on Chris's soles, calves, and thighs seemed to instantly calm her mind, causing her to stop moving her feet.
Hill smiled and stretched out her other foot, gently massaging Carl as if soothing a baby.
Chris's expression remained tense, still sacred and untouchable.
Carl could tell she was angry and annoyed, but didn't know how to vent her frustration. She had suffered a grievance, but had to put on a brave face.
" Chris."
Carl found it amusing. Chris had always been a rational and mature woman, and after spending so much time together as both rivals and friends, he was surprised to see this side of her.
He reached out and slid his hands down her thighs.
Chris was taken aback and struggled symbolically for a moment, but soon gave up resisting and was embraced by his hands from under her long dress.
She glanced at Hill out of the corner of her eye, her feelings subtle, a strange sense of victory.
Carl then rolled down her stockings and made her turn around. Chris didn't resist much.
And this time, it was also a backdoor.
Chris gripped the long table with both hands, his expression pained.
Carl was very skilled, and after this period of development, the whole process went exceptionally smoothly. Looking at her pained expression, he just found it funny.
No one would have guessed that this respected and sacred princess had a peculiar fetish for the rear.
Hill watched from the sidelines with a similarly amused look, waiting until Chris's face showed a mixture of pain and other emotions.
She was nimble and squatted down in front of Chris, taking the initiative to kiss him.
"Huh?" Chris shuddered, his expression faltering, and he reached out to push her away.
But with Karl holding her from behind and launching a relentless attack, it was difficult for her to push him away.
Hill wasn't someone a mage could easily manipulate, and her tongue was so nimble that even Karl couldn't handle it.
Of course, Hill's main target wasn't Chris, but rather to make Carl comfortable.
Carl could feel Hill's moist, supple kisses.
I vomited in less than six minutes.
As he vomited, Chris couldn't hold it in either, overwhelmed with shame, which resulted in Hill closing his eyes in shock.
"?" Hill opened her eyes after a long while, her whole body soaking wet. She stared blankly at what was in front of her for almost a minute before stopping. She smiled and said, "You drank a lot of water before you came, Your Holiness."
Chris's beautiful cheeks flushed red, and he closed his eyes. At this moment, all competitive spirit disappeared; all he wanted was to die.
Fortunately, Hill did not intend to withdraw.
They proactively approached them.
When the number of players increases from two to three, the variety of games naturally increases significantly.
From the office to the bedroom.
During this time, the two women were stacked on top of each other, either sandwiching Karl between them or being sandwiched between them.
Night fell.
The black stockings had a big hole in them and were lying on the ground.
Chris lay motionless by the bed, his long legs spread apart, utterly exhausted.
Carl sat on the bed, one hand pressing down on Hill's head.
In an instant, a strange, subtle sound rang out from inside the wall.
Karl's eyes suddenly narrowed.
" Time Stop!"
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The instant Time Stopped, Carl suddenly lunged from the bed toward the wall, his hand instantly wrapped in a ribbon armor as it landed.
Just before the fist slammed into the wall, time began to flow again.
"Bang!" A sound rang out.
Carl easily gripped the wall, then frowned; he had actually missed, even with Time Stop activated.
The moment Time Stop ended, Hill darted off the bed, legs spread wide, hands firmly planted on the ground, assuming a fighting stance ready to pounce.
Of course, this is because of the posture at this time, with her long legs spread open.
Liquid dripped from her smooth skin onto the ground, but Hill paid no attention. Her eyes, sharp as an eagle's, scanned her surroundings with extreme alertness.
Chris was also awakened by the sudden noise. His long hair was disheveled and draped over his shoulders, and his eyes still showed signs of fatigue.
"What...what happened?"
"It's nothing." Karl withdrew his hand that had passed through the wall. The two women showed a stark contrast in how they reacted to the unexpected situation.
Hill, this Dark Elf, remains vigilant and ready for battle.
Saintess Chris, on the other hand, dislikes him immensely, but when she's around him, her vigilance towards the outside world drops to zero.
Carl chuckled. "It was just a naughty mouse. I've already 'destroyed' it. You can go back to sleep."
"Oh." Chris's eyes were still blurry, and he lay back down, falling asleep instantly.
Hill also relaxed from the battle, sat back on the bed, and crossed her long legs.
After Carl sat back down on the bed, Hill immediately lay down on her side and continued biting.
She never asked Carl any questions.
Karl stroked her smooth brown skin, his eyes narrowing slightly.
After hearing that sound, he immediately used Time Stop, then rushed to the wall and canceled Time Stop the instant he attacked.
The fact that it was completely empty was itself a problem.
It's impossible for a creature to be so fast that even with Time Stop, it can't be caught.
There is only one possibility.
Upon realizing this, Karl's expression turned solemn. There was only one possibility that could have accomplished all this: a creation of an evil god unaffected by his Time Stop.
"interesting."
Karl was instantly wide awake; once purified, he would gain new abilities.
"Master." Hill cleaned every corner of him with her tongue before raising her head, her eyes filled with tenderness.
"Hmm?" Karl noticed that she seemed to have something to say.
Hill pressed her body against his, their skin touching, and Carl could feel the smoothness of her brown skin, her body temperature, and her heartbeat.
"Does Master want a Child?"
She placed one hand on her flat stomach.
" Child?" Karl's expression was subtle. He didn't want to raise Child yet, and he didn't understand whether he was a dragon or some other species.
Hill wrapped her arms around Karl, kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear, "I want to have a daughter for you, Master. You can raise her to be the way you like her from a young age, and we, mother and daughter, can be by your side together."
She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence, keenly sensing that Karl's gaze was strange.
"Is this... common for you Dark Elf?" Karl's expression was subtle; he didn't have high hopes for the Dark Elf's moral standards.
If they had high moral standards, they wouldn't have such a low reputation in mainland China.
But clearly, even with prior preparation, their moral standards were overestimated.
"No." Hill smiled. "Only by giving up his identity as a Dark Elf and leaving his race can he bear children for other races."
"I see." Carl waved his hand. "I have no plans to raise Child for the time being."
He politely declined, but said he could accept being raised as a child.
But if the object is his daughter, that would be too outrageous; he feels that basic principles must still be followed.
However, since Hill was willing to sever ties with his important blood relatives for him, and Karl didn't know how much of it was true or not, he had no reason to say anything to blame her.
"Rest now." Carl put his arm around Hill and lay down on the bed.
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