The Witch’s Convent

Immediately, Yuta's beautiful eyes widened in extreme embarrassment: "Ah?! I, I..."

Her face flushed a deep red, almost as if blood could drip from it, making her look exceptionally adorable.

After all, she was born from a collective traumatic memory of a nation, a generation's shared suffering, confusion, and skepticism towards royalty and the concept of "nobility," creating this terrifying witch.

Naturally, she was imbued with some of the era’s fantasies about the "royal" class: such as an intense sense of shame, and being easily driven to action by embarrassment, among others.

And Hawthorne's current demand seemed, in her eyes, deeply shameful and utterly unacceptable!

Seeing her so shy, Hawthorne's lips curved slightly. Beside her, Heidi's eyes lit up with interest as she watched Yuta, then added: "What’s wrong, Yuta? On just your first day, are you going to defy Master’s orders despite your guilt?"

Yuta was at a loss for words: "I... of course not..."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Heidi pressed on, her smile growing more pronounced, "Hurry up, dear Yuta, I can hardly wait!"

When it came to oral, there were hardly anyone in the entire convent who could be Heidi's match, and Yuta was naturally no exception. She was so humiliated that tears were welling up in her eyes, and she stole a glance at Hawthorne, only to find him smiling, with no intention of retracting his order.

Having no choice, she trembled as she slowly got up from the bed, walked to the foot of the bed, and faced Hawthorne and Heidi, almost lowering her head to her chest. She grasped the hem of her nun's habit with both hands and slowly lifted it up.

The first thing to be revealed to the two of them was a pair of feet that could drive foot fetishists mad - small, delicate, and fair-skinned. Yuta's toes were plump and lustrous like pearls, and her toenails were a reddish-purple color with a hint of stardust.

As the habit was lifted further, her flawless calves, round and delicate knees, and smooth, delicate thighs were revealed, followed by a pair of conservative white underwear. Yuta, unlike Heidi, couldn't possibly go without underwear under her habit.

Hawthorne then said, "Heidi, go help her hold up her habit."

"Okay!" Heidi replied excitedly, and she quickly got into the bed, only to emerge again wearing her own thick nun's habit, her face stern, her steps steady, and an air of sanctity about her. She walked slowly to Yuta's back and lifted her hands to hold up her habit.

Yuta's hands were now free, and she lightly bit her lower lip, her fingertips grasping the sides of her underwear as she slowly pulled them down.

Everything was now exposed to the two of them.

She lifted one leg, pulling her underwear down on one side, and then lifted the other leg. The movement was quite wide, allowing Hawthorne to see her various charms.

Yuta started biting her lower lip, trembling as she stretched out her left hand, her middle finger covering her most sensitive spot, and slowly began to rotate it: "Hmm..."

She then slowly pulled her underwear down to her ankles, her eyes fixed on Hawthorne, her face flushed with shame.

This was her first time doing something like this, and as soon as she made contact, a faint, low moan escaped her lips.

Heidi considerately lifted her Nun habit, revealing more of her skin, her slender waist that could be encircled by one hand, and her round, sensual navel...

Next, Yuta's right hand trembled as it slowly moved upwards, covering her own chest, and then began to gently caress: "Ah..."

Since transforming into a human, no one, including herself, had ever touched these sensitive areas of her body. Therefore, this first contact, especially in front of Hawthorne, caused a strong psychological shock, making her tense up and almost start trembling.

However, she was also aware that this was not enough. After hesitating for a moment, her left hand's slender, long middle finger slowly extended towards the area below her navel: "Ah..."

A pleasant, low hum escaped her throat, but she quickly suppressed it, her small face turning bright red as she struggled to hold it in, looking adorable and amusing.

"There's no need to suppress yourself, Yuta," Hawthorne said softly. "Go ahead and cry out."

As he spoke, it was as if Yuta had finally released some kind of restraint. Along with the rhythm of her left hand and the caress of her right, her gasps grew heavier and more pronounced: "Hm... Master..."

She seemed to have found a suitable rhythm and sensation, her movements gradually becoming more skilled: "Master, like this, I..."

Still looking down, she was overwhelmed with shame, yet her hips began to involuntarily arch forward, her back slowly leaning backwards.

Behind her, Heidi considerately supported her body, preventing her from falling off the bed. However, Yuta's legs suddenly gave out, and she knelt down on the bed, then fell backwards: "Master, I... I can't, I won't be able to..."

Her body trembled, and her voice was barely audible as she continued to struggle with her emotions.

She changed to a lying posture, then slightly lifted her head, looking at Hawthorne with an extremely pitiful expression. She felt as if there was a fire burning inside her, and her muscles all over her body felt like they were crawling with ants, itching unbearably, and her body and mind were incredibly empty.

She needed to release and fill herself at the same time. With her slender fingers and immature skills, it was naturally impossible for her to do so, so she could only continue to move her fingers while looking at Hawthorne with pleading eyes.

Hawthorne, of course, would not refuse his witch's request for intimacy. He stepped forward, stretched out his fingers, and replaced Yuta's small hand.

Yuta's lower abdomen suddenly tensed up, and the intense stimulation made her body stiffen uncontrollably: "Ah—Master, I, I..."

She had already reached the peak of her first pleasure in life, and the liquid quickly moistened Hawthorne's fingers.

It was so fast...

Hawthorne sighed inwardly, then slowly pulled out his fingers and gently inserted them into Yuta's small mouth, letting her taste her own flavor.

Behind them, Heidi couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh lightly.

"Uh..."

Yuta's tongue unconsciously stirred his fingers, and she felt the flames inside her reignite. The stimulation of his fingers only alleviated but could not truly extinguish the flames she had ignited herself: "Master, I want..."

Seeing that she was about to cry, Hawthorne stopped teasing her. He pulled out his fingers, pressed his body down, and pressed Yuta's body down, then leaned down and gently kissed her lips.

And he himself also united with her at the right moment.

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