Witch's Embrace

"The Witch's Convent" by DaoistaHADNk

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Beneath the window of the Study, Heidi and the other two quietly concealed themselves, continuing to eavesdrop. Then they heard Die's serious narration from inside: "The method for practicing Agonizing Blast isn't too difficult. But I remember that Master chose the Pact of the Blade, right?"

"Given this, why doesn't Master directly practice the Pact of the Blade's exclusive Eldritch Invocation 'Hunger Blade,' but instead start with this?"

What followed was Hawthorne's faint voice: "Because I don't have a good weapon. Die, look, the only magic weapon I have at the moment is the Storm Hammer I just acquired last night. And this thing is too short, not very suitable for me to use. Don't you think?"

"So, let's focus on learning Agonizing Blast for now. We can consider close combat techniques later…"

"Hmm, okay…" This was Die's voice, though it was slightly weaker than before.

The three women outside felt disappointed upon hearing this. Yuta sighed and said, "Master is clearly in a learning mode now. In this state, it's impossible for him to have distractions, and he won't stop until he is exhausted."

She had the deepest understanding of this, as during the previous week, she had spent every day in the kitchen with Hawthorne, where he studied magic while she managed spreadsheets, working all morning without any breaks.

However, there was one thing she didn't mention: that after Hawthorne became fatigued from studying, he would unceremoniously hold down her head, making her kneel before him…

Recalling that scene, she couldn't help but feel her mouth water and her heart race.

Heidi also sighed: "I thought Master wanted to have Die in the kitchen or study to give her a completely different first experience."

"Unexpectedly, what Master cares about most is still his own power and growth, rather than comfort and pleasure…"

"That's what makes Master great!" Cuivis remarked, "It seems that the three of us still don't understand Master enough."

"How about we call this bet a draw?"

Heidi nodded: "Hmm, let's leave it at that. We don't have more time to waste; let's get on with what we need to do."

"Yeah." Cuivis agreed, "Let's go find the nearby residents. The events from last night should have spread; they are probably the most panicked and looking to relocate, so we can acquire the surrounding land at the lowest price…"

As they conversed, the three of them left, calling for the other witches to attend to their respective business.

However, the entire time, they didn't dare to take a glance into the Study from the window. They had no idea that Die was currently sitting on Hawthorne's lap, her face flushed as he freely reached under her nun's robe, wantonly exploring her delicate body!

Hawthorne's hands were truly unceremonious, freely kneading her shoulders, back, chest, waist, hips, and thighs, feeling the warmth, smoothness, and softness of her skin, continuously praising her in his heart.

Ah, Die, truly a sweet and delightful girl, as if made of water!

If Heidi was like the sea, turbulent and overwhelming, then Die was like a tranquil spring, cool and sweet, exquisite and crystal-clear, with a flavor entirely different from Heidi's.

But both were captivating and intoxicating, making it hard to resist.

"Ah… Master…"

Die could no longer continue speaking, her breaths coming in quick succession. She could feel Hawthorne's large hand covering her chest, the rough fingertips teasing the pink peaks.

Her chest wasn't as grand as Heidi's, unable to be fully held by one hand, nor was it as petite as Yuta's or Cuivis's. Rather, it was just enough to fill Hawthorne's palm, not one bit more or less, as if it were made specifically for him to toy with.

"Ah…!"

When his fingers grasped the already swollen and erect peak, slowly kneading it, Die immediately buried her face against his chest, her voice full of lament, as if crying.

Had she ever experienced this before? Even though it was her beloved Master before her, she could not avoid the tension stemming from her physiological instincts.

Meanwhile, Hawthorne continued to play and asked, "By the way, Die, how many methods do you know for a Warlock's advanced occupation? Tell me about them."

The advancement of a Warlock's occupation is directly obtained at first level according to the type of their overlord: such as archfey overlord Warlock, demon overlord Warlock, Old One overlord, elemental lord overlord, and so on…

But Hawthorne's overlord was Heidi; she didn't possess that much knowledge and didn't understand the training methods. Therefore, all he had was the base characteristics of the Warlock occupation.

Although Hawthorne felt regretful about this, he later came to understand that these characteristics merely corresponded to a special training method. Therefore, as long as he learned the corresponding knowledge, he could still train himself into that advanced occupation.

So now, he was looking forward to whether Die's vast reservoir of knowledge included these methods.

"I, I'll think carefully…"

Die's forehead was hot and perspiring, clearly indicating that Hawthorne's teasing placed a heavy burden on her. But she had already closed her eyes, pressing her hands against her temples, beginning to recall the knowledge she had acquired.

Hawthorne continued to tease her nipples, deliberately teasing her and making her pant heavily. He then withdrew one hand, brushing aside her silky hair, then leaned in and nibbled on her glistening earlobe, causing the girl to breathe even more unevenly.

After playing enough, his hands slowly moved back, gently squeezing her delicate pink back, then sliding down her waist, lightly massaging those two soft, creamy buttocks.

Die's breathing became increasingly labored, but she still persisted in concentrating on her memories. After a moment, she gasped as she responded, "There are many… methods for training the Old One Overlord, and the Elemental Lord, and the Demons, as well as for the Spellblade, all… ah ah ah—!"

Suddenly, the sound of splashing water echoed softly. Taking advantage of her unsuspecting moment, Hawthorne's sinful fingers found their target below, the engorged sensitive speck, his fingertips lightly circling it, dampened by the liquid seeping from within her.

"Master——!"

Die's delicate form trembled, and his other fingers slowly probed further inside, skillfully finding the spot that most easily excited the witch, gently massaging it—

"Ah——!"

Die let out a cry, her body suddenly tensing, as warm fluid gushed out from within her, already reaching her peak.

Hawthorne couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, not expecting that the more powerful the witch, the more sensitive and fragile her body would be.

This is truly... a delightful and unexpected discovery.

He slowly withdrew his fingers, then embraced the young woman, not giving her time to rest, flipping her over and positioning her bent over the desk.

Her Nun Hat then fell off, her long, raven-black hair cascading down, contrasting beautifully with her long, snow-white neck.

Die, eyes closed, lay on the desk, tense, feeling her Nun Garb's skirt being lifted high, exposing her pert buttocks and the delicate blossoms between her thighs, now fully revealed to Hawthorne's gaze.

She had also realized what was about to happen next.

I... I should take the initiative, to welcome Master...

Thinking this, she mustered the strength in her slightly weakened legs, rising onto her tiptoes, arching her back to offer the most suitable position to be taken from behind.

"Mmm——ugh!"

Suddenly, her brow furrowed, able to clearly feel her tender inner thighs being parted, a massive entity, aided by her wetness, pressing against her intimate folds, then forcefully entering her body!

"Ugh——!"

The strange sensation of being breached made her instantly frown, two streams of tears, whether from joy or pain, flowing directly from the corners of her eyes.

"Oh... !"

Gripping and kneading Die's pert buttocks, Hawthorne felt as if he had attained the greatest bliss on earth. Die's warm, tight form trembled constantly, as if actively sucking on his body, filling him with ecstasy as if he had ascended to the heavens.

He didn't make Die wait long. He slowly pulled back, his waist working against the powerful suction, withdrawing and then thrusting in again, repeatedly.

The alluring spring light and the intense sounds of their coupling spilled out from the study.

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