The Witch’s Convent

”Master, oh—“

Yuta's throat let out an uncontrollable whimper, and two streams of clear tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. It was unclear whether it was the sudden outburst of accumulated shame and grievance or if it truly hurt her.

Meanwhile, Hawthorne felt her petite body and the pressure, and a strong sense of comfort surged through his brain, making him feel as though all the hairs on his body stood on end. "Ah, Yuta..."

As he called out her name, he began to interact with her slowly and evenly.

Yuta's small mouth opened slightly, and her mind went blank, unable to think, only able to follow her feelings and let out a series of melodious and pleasant gasps: "Ah..."

Gradually, her arms wrapped around his back, and their movements became more intense and harmonious.

"Master, I—"

She lifted her small head, her eyes dazed, and her mouth slightly open, as if she was extremely thirsty. Hawthorne understood her desire and immediately leaned down, deeply kissing her thin and rosy lips.

In the long, deep kiss, Yuta reached the second peak of pleasure in her life.

However, Hawthorne was far from finished.

Later, Heidi joined in, but she wasn't under him, welcoming his advances. Instead, she used her fingers to cooperate with him, playing with Yuta together, attacking her from both sides and tormenting the beautiful girl with a usually cold expression.

As a result, Yuta, who was only experiencing this for the first time, was no match for them. She reached the peak multiple times, almost crying out for mercy, before Hawthorne finally erupted inside her and ended with another deep kiss.

Afterward, he changed clothes with Heidi's assistance, got out of bed, and left the pitiful Yuta alone in the room. He then went to the kitchen to cook, satisfying his basic need for food.

When he finished breakfast and returned to the small room, he found Yuta still lying naked in bed, her body bathed in sunlight, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, clearly giving up.

Hawthorne immediately thought that he couldn't spoil her like this, so he and Heidi joined forces again, unlocking several new positions for her. Only then did he hold the two naked girls and lie down on the bed, slowly resting.

Ah, such days were truly wonderful...

Unfortunately, it would only be like this today. Such days couldn't last long...

He was very clear-headed, knowing that the witches would return soon, and his living environment would still be quite dangerous. He must remain vigilant, always involved in a mental game of cat and mouse with the witches.

Moreover, he was well aware that his little act wouldn’t deceive Rigorath for long. This cunning Demon Spawn would soon see through his lies, and once that happened, who knows what might occur because he exposed so many secrets of the Nine Hells lords...

Thinking about this, his expression inevitably turned a bit worried. Noticing his change in mood, Heidi gently raised her head: "Master, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Hawthorne shook his head, "I just can’t figure out how we ended up involving devils last night..."

Heidi’s expression, however, was not surprised: “With nobody managing the slum, it’s not unusual for devils to consider secretly cultivating some evil cults here.”

As she said this, she seemed slightly thoughtful: "Speaking of which, Master, since they are subordinates of devils from the Nine Hells, I think they might be looking for this."

With that, she extended her smooth arm from under the covers and reached into the tangled pile of her discarded nun's robe, retrieving a small box.

The small box appeared to be made of metal, with bone-carved sculptures affixed at each of its eight corners.

It seemed to have no opening, with its six sides covered in intricate designs that could be seen as either text or patterns.

"I found this while searching Yuta yesterday, on someone’s corpse," she said softly, "I felt it might be important, so I brought it back."

Seeing the object, Hawthorne's eyebrows immediately shot up.

The Infernal Puzzle Box!

He recognized this item as a type of container that completely isolates magic and is nearly impossible to force open physically. To access it, one must solve the puzzle inscribed on the box.

Moreover, this type of container is used by devils specifically for transactions with humans.

Not only that, but the Infernal Puzzle Box is extremely intricate in its craftsmanship, meaning whatever is inside must be of significant value. It could either be some expensive treasures or the secret pacts made between the devils and their partners!

Tsk, Shanasar the eye demon has grown bold enough to start dealing with devils...

As he thought this, Yuta, lying beside him and slightly weakened from her ordeals, opened her eyes and softly but defiantly remarked, "The Infernal Puzzle Box is not easy to open. Solving the puzzle requires very high intelligence, so apart from those who know the answer, hardly anyone can open it."

At this, Hawthorne's lips curled into a confident smile.

"No worries," he said. "I can open it."

Both witches looked at him with disbelief, while Hawthorne maintained an air of confidence.

He had seen this box before. Although he didn't recognize its script, he remembered he had the Eldritch Invocation "Eyes of the Rune Keeper"!

He could fully comprehend the inscriptions. Additionally, as an experienced player, he clearly remembered what kind of puzzle each Infernal Puzzle Box contained in the game and the steps needed to solve them!

While most in this world would struggle to open this box for quite some time, for Hawthorne, it was like taking an open-book exam!

Hmm, type number thirteen. That means he needs to erase the patterns here and then drop a bit of blood on this carved bone sculpture...

"Yuta," he said softly, raising his left index finger, "Cut my finger open."

Yuta hesitated slightly, "But, Master..."

"Do as I say," he urged, "It's a necessary step to open the box."

With no choice, Yuta extended her nail and gently scored his thumb's pad.

Hiss—ouch!

Hawthorne gritted his teeth; a bead of crimson blood welled from the cut. Without delay, he pressed his finger onto the small sculpture at the box's corner.

Snap—

Instantly, the box opened. As he moved his finger away, Heidi quickly retrieved one of his Grimoires, infused it with Magic Power, and used Cure Wounds to heal his injury.

But Hawthorne wasn't worried about his small cut. He looked down and saw a delicately folded, silk-like bracer resting quietly in the center of the box.

Immediately, his pupils constricted!

The Illusionist's Bracers!

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