Witch Monastery

Chapter 406 406: Willo's Changes

At that moment, inside the room, the two trembling figures gradually stilled. Charles withdrew his thick cock with a soft wet "pop," and at the same time, thick, viscous fluid flowed out from Willo's garden.

Willo raised her head, looking down at the mess on her lower body, smiling softly. Then she silently chanted an incantation, using Druidcraft to erase all those filthy remnants.

After cleaning away the traces of their passionate battle, she lay comfortably in Charles's embrace, enjoying the tender afterglow.

Charles held her, feeling that as his desire had been fully released, much of the pressure weighing on his heart had also vanished. He looked down at Willo's satisfied expression—gone were all the hesitation, shyness, and reservations from before—and said, "Darling, I feel like your personality has changed a lot."

Willo's drooping sheep ears twitched slightly, but she still kept her eyes half-closed, leaning against him, savoring the intimacy. "Has it?"

Charles nodded with certainty. "Yes, darling. I feel..."

He lowered his head, gently kissing her soft lips. "I feel like you've become more uninhibited, and even more captivating."

"Those uninhibited words you said earlier—the old you would never have spoken them out loud." He reached out and hooked her little nose playfully. "Back at the monastery, you were so shy, weren't you?"

Willo smiled. After watching her calm expression all day, Charles suddenly felt this smile was somewhat precious.

"I simply spoke the true thoughts from my heart, that's all," she said. "If you couldn't hear my inner voice, how could you satisfy my longing for you?"

She spoke without any inhibition, not a trace of coyness or shyness. She wrapped her arms around Charles's body in return, her face resting against his chest. "I believe that once you know, you will definitely satisfy me."

Charles held her, closing his eyes slightly, whispering sweet words in her ear. "Mm, I'll always respond to you, darling."

The two of them exchanged tender words for a long while before finally pulling the blanket over themselves and drifting into sleep in each other's arms. Outside the window, Adele stared blankly, listening blankly. It took her a long time to snap out of it and barely piece together the full picture.

From long, long ago—possibly even before she and Mother went to the monastery, maybe even earlier—Mother had already fallen into this man's hands!

If she calculated it that way, then very likely, within just a few days of bringing this guy to camp, he'd already made his move on her mother!

Realizing this, her heart felt like it was being sliced with knives. Back at the ruins of Rockseeker's Outpost, she'd seen at a glance that Charles was a playboy with multiple lovers.

But at the time, she'd only thought that such a person would target young, pretty girls, so as long as she stayed on guard and didn't fall for his honeyed words, everything would be fine.

She'd never imagined that his target might be her own mother. Not until the two of them were embracing late at night did she belatedly realize—but by then it was too late!

But since things had already happened, she couldn't predict where the future would lead.

Seeing that the two people in the room had completely entered deep sleep, Adele turned away, lost and distraught, swaying unsteadily as she returned to Willo's room. She lay down on her mother's large bed and fell asleep.

That night, she had another strange dream. In it, she was pressed against Willo's chest, happily sucking milk. Willo also gazed at her with loving eyes, and the whole world seemed to contain only the two of them.

But suddenly, Charles squeezed in from the other side and also began to suck. Indignant, she started sucking forcefully, as if deliberately competing. However, she was no match for Charles at all. Soon, Willo's attention was completely drawn away by him. She began caressing his body, playing with his thick cock, then lowered her head to kiss him, her movements sickeningly sweet.

And she could only watch from the side, unable to do anything, only able to watch helplessly as all this happened—watching the mother who'd just been doting on her begin to merge body and soul with another man, while she could only become a spectator.

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The Underdark, somewhere unknown.

Lying on the soft large bed that Sulpharlo had specially prepared for her, Malena looked down at her lower abdomen.

There, Sulpharlo had her head tilted, like a happy husband, pressing her ear against the small belly, as if listening to sounds coming from within.

But Malena knew that her ancestor was actually using magic to observe the development of her and Charles's child inside her womb.

She consciously controlled her breathing, trying to keep it as steady and even as possible, attempting to make herself appear less terrified.

She was truly afraid of her ancestor. Even though the latter had commanded her many times "Don't be afraid," she couldn't help it.

Because she could very clearly feel that every time Sulpharlo did this, she felt like her body had lost something.

At the same time, the speed at which her belly was swelling was obviously abnormal. At most, it had been less than two months since she'd conceived Charles's child—how could there be such an obvious bulge?

This was like being five or six months pregnant!

She didn't understand what Sulpharlo had done to her body, and didn't dare ask more. She could only do as the fallen angel commanded—eat well, drink well, do light exercises, take care of her body and the pregnancy, and cooperate with her work.

At the same time, whenever she had free time, she would carefully observe everything around her, meticulously searching for possible escape routes—though the results often left her in despair. The surroundings were too dark, the places she could go were extremely limited, and she could find almost no opportunity.

But she kept persisting in such behavior, searching for that elusive hope.

After a long while, Sulpharlo finally stood up from her abdomen, a smile on her face, nodding slightly. "Very good. With this, my achievement is complete."

An extremely ominous thought surfaced in Malena's heart. Then she forced out a smile. "Congratulations, Ancestor. I hope I've been of some help."

Sulpharlo nodded. "If you could just not be so afraid, you'd be even more helpful."

"But it's not a big problem. Looking at the current state, your child is still developing very healthily."

Malena smiled with difficulty. At this moment, Sulpharlo stood up and said, "You've been curious all along about what I'm actually doing, haven't you? Well, now that I've confirmed these things, I can invite you to come see my true achievement."

"Come, get up, my dear child. Come witness with your ancestor the greatest invention of this age!"

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