Charles's eyes flew wide open, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints. The question hit him like a bolt from the blue, instantly freezing his entire body—his heart even stopped beating!
This...
So she figured it out after all?
Of course—the intimate actions between him and Hattie had long since become second nature. It would be normal for her to notice; not noticing would be stranger...
Guilt washed over him as he recalled his various interactions with Hattie, Theresa, and the others, his heart filling with agony.
Looks like there's no avoiding this confrontation after all...
With that thought, he lowered his head in anguish, his expression conflicted. "I'm sorry, Anno. The truth is... but at the time, I had no choice..."
It was the truth—after all, Hattie had gone berserk back then. If he hadn't done it, he'd already be a corpse.
Though everything that came after... well, that was just him being unable to control his love for his witch wives.
Ahem!
His voice was anguished, hoping to earn Anno's forgiveness. He really liked this girl and was terrified she might actually leave him because of this.
However, to his surprise, after hearing this, Anno let out a long sigh of relief. "Ah, thank goodness—you're willing to tell the truth."
"I was worried you'd be like my dad and brothers—stubborn as mules, refusing to admit anything until I dug up proof."
Charles's face burned with shame as he covered it, unable to meet her eyes.
Seeing this, Anno reached out, pulled his hands away, and touched his cheek. "Relax. I'm not going to blame you. In fact, you're the one who needs comforting most, aren't you?"
Charles froze and looked up at her. "Huh?"
"Being exploited by the Amazons must be a lifelong psychological scar for you, right?" Anno said quietly. "I understand. Those she-pirates are domineering and unreasonable—they'll use every conspiracy and trick in the book to get your body."
Charles remained in his stunned state, fumbling for words. "Uh... uh, yeah. They tricked me—said it was a victory feast, but they drugged the hot pot, and then... yeah."
Anno's face immediately filled with sympathy. "And then it was really agonizing, right?"
Not noticing the subtle emotions on Charles's face, she pressed her head against his chest in a dependent posture, hoping to give him warmth. "I actually knew about this already, because my father and several of my cousins were all treated that way by Amazons before."
"They explained to my mother and sisters-in-law that the experience was actually very painful—those she-pirates were basically ravaging them, a double devastation of both body and spirit..."
Charles's expression twisted slightly. He hadn't expected his future father-in-law and brothers-in-law to all have such... peculiar experiences.
And also... is this how these guys lied to their wives when they got home?
He recalled the feeling of doing it with the Amazons—those women's firm muscles and flexible waists, the way they rode on top of him swaying back and forth—it definitely wasn't agony, but rather an indescribably wild experience...
But meeting Anno's gaze and hesitating for a moment, he still chose to nod seriously, protecting his father-in-law and brothers-in-law's reputations. "Right, it felt like a comprehensive humiliation in every way. So agonizing!"
Anno stroked his face and continued, "When I was little, seeing them fight scared me so badly, and not just once—every time they said such harsh, hurtful things."
"But every time they fought, I'd think: if my lover got captured by Amazons, I should feel sorry for him. Why fight about it?"
"And besides, in the end, my mother and sisters-in-law, no matter how angry they got after the big fight, would still forgive them and make up, wouldn't they?" she said matter-of-factly. "So why get so furious in the first place and make everything so unpleasant?"
Charles's eyes were extremely complicated for a moment. "Maybe... at first they didn't understand what that kind of humiliating feeling meant as a psychological scar for men."
Hiss, these Amazons...
Well, thank you, Amazons!
He let out a long breath, his heart settling back into his belly. He then wrapped his arms tighter around the girl, leaning close to her ear and whispering softly, "You're so wonderful, darling."
Anno smiled. "You're so good, and living in South Harbor District surrounded by Amazons everywhere—I've actually been mentally prepared for this for a while."
She paused, then asked, "But wait, you mentioned a victory feast earlier? What victory feast?"
Charles took a deep breath. "The day we first met—well, it happened the day after that."
"We, along with a bunch of Amazons, destroyed the cultists' old nest and rescued you in the process. Then the next day, they threw a victory feast and invited me to attend."
"I thought it was a good thing, so I went. But when I finished eating and tried to leave, I found myself burning up all over, and they just swarmed me..."
Anno listened intently, her mind gradually conjuring the scene from that night—Charles lying powerless on a grass mat with hazy eyes, surrounded by several brown-skinned, athletically built Amazon female warriors showing conspiratorial smiles of success, their black eyes gleaming with the light of longing and lust.
They stripped off their leather armor in no time, exposing their huge breasts and bare skin, surrounding Charles from all directions, and then...
"And then?" she asked quietly.
Charles froze. "Then they stripped me naked and did this and that..."
"This and that what?" Anno asked somewhat urgently. "Be specific. Tell me the details?"
Charles looked at her excited and curious expression, feeling this shouldn't be the passive-aggressive behavior of someone angry, but rather like... she was getting turned on?
Wait, what's going on here?
He wasn't sure, but recalling the scene from that night, he continued, "Then they stripped themselves naked too and crowded around. A few of them grabbed my wrists and pressed them against their chests..."
"Keep going," Anno's breathing gradually grew heavier, urging the next part of the scene. Charles had no choice but to continue the description.
And so, she could more and more clearly picture that scene: four or five Amazon women surrounding him, two on each side forcing his hands to knead their chests, one using her chest to cover his eyes while also lowering her head to kiss various parts of his body, as if about to devour him.
Among them, the highest-ranking one straddled his body from the front, positioned herself above his thick cock, then slowly lowered her plump rounded hips to take him in completely...
She'd almost completely imagined the correct sequence of events from that night, yet at this moment, no anger or grievance ignited in her heart—instead, an indescribable excitement arose.
She wasn't sure where this excitement came from, but at this moment, her sapphire eyes gleamed with light, and her desires were skyrocketing!
One of her hands had been gripping Charles's thick cock the whole time, and at this moment, she suddenly turned over, pressed him down beneath her, lifted his pajamas and her own nightgown, and actively tried to align that thing with the entrance to her garden.
But unfortunately, she still had too little experience taking the initiative. She tried two or three times without success and couldn't help feeling anxious.
Charles lay on the bed, stopped narrating, reached out to help her align properly, then held her slender waist to let her sit down smoothly—
"Ah—!"
As that massive entity once again squeezed open her tight flesh, Anno immediately couldn't help letting out a long gasp. Charles could feel her entire body trembling with nervous excitement, and even her already-soaked secret garden was now working hard to suck him in.
"Keep talking, darling." She looked down at Charles, her eyes hazy and sparkling with desire. "Where were we?"
Charles swallowed. Anno's appearance frightened him a little—it was like facing a supposedly excellent horror movie he'd never seen and had never been spoiled about.
His heart was pounding with nervousness and fear, while also being extremely expectant, his nerves taut, excitement at its peak.
"Then that Amazon started rocking back and forth," he recounted the events of that night with a trembling voice. Actually, this was false—Porter hadn't had much experience back then, so she'd struggled with up-and-down movements.
But Charles forgot he was also describing based on his own imagination: "That pair of huge breasts covering my eyes moved away, and then I saw her full chest constantly bouncing up and down..."
"I felt very... very agonizing, yes, because her whole body was exerting force, as if she wanted to snap me in half, right..."
He didn't forget to fabricate lies to help cover for his father-in-law and brothers-in-law. He didn't realize this actually perfectly matched Anno's fantasy—her body also began exerting force, tightly clamping his thick cock, then her body rocked back and forth, making her chest start bouncing up and down too.
"Was it like this..." She closed her eyes, her mind conjuring the full, athletic figures of Amazon women she'd seen in books or in reality, gradually putting herself in their place, her movements becoming increasingly wild. "Am I as good as they were..."
Charles reached out, grabbing the pair of snow-white rabbits on her chest, his waist also beginning to thrust, forcefully matching her movements. "No, even faster, put more force into it..."
"I remember she was extremely wild back then, wishing she could drain all my marrow and suck out my very soul..."
Anno leaned forward, lying on top of him, hands pressing on his shoulders. After finding good support points, her already flexible and powerful body quickly found the best angle and most suitable rhythm. "Then... like this... ah... ah..."
She gradually couldn't speak anymore, her waist constantly swaying, making her snow-white rounded hips rise and fall repeatedly, rapidly swallowing his massive thick cock, each thrust stirring up great splashes of fluid.
The crisp collision sounds continued without stopping, the scent of love permeating the air, the lewd scene making one's face flush red, almost impossible to describe in words.
And under such intense stimulation, Anno's slightly parted small mouth gasped for air, her pink tongue exposed, quickly reaching her limit of endurance. "Charles, I... ah—!"
Charles raised his head, kissed her lips, took her tongue in his mouth and began to suck. At the same time, his waist exerted force, thrusting once more into the deepest part of her body.
As he released for the second time that day, Anno also reached an unprecedented peak of ecstasy.
After a long while, their lips parted. Anno, her soul having returned to her body, lay in his embrace wanting to say something, but her eyelids couldn't help fighting each other. In the end, she couldn't say anything and closed her eyes, falling into slumber.
Charles held her delicate body. Though he was still full of energy, he couldn't help feeling somewhat worried.
Does my seemingly traditional and conservative paladin girlfriend actually have that kind of... special fetish deep down?
Hiss... thinking about it carefully, every girl seems to have some unspeakable dark desires deep inside that even they might not have known about before.
With such thoughts, he also closed his eyes. Drowsiness struck quickly, and he too fell asleep.
The next day, morning.
When warm sunlight shone through the window, Charles and Anno woke up almost simultaneously. Looking at her lover beside her and recalling last night's madness, Anno didn't quite dare meet his eyes.
But Charles was quite open about it. He reached out, stroked her hair, and asked gently, "Did you sleep well?"
Anno had certainly slept pretty well. Lying in his arms, she felt comfortable and warm. But at this moment, she couldn't help associating it with other things, so she answered irrelevantly, "It's all your fault for not warning me earlier. I ate so many oysters, and in the end..."
Charles couldn't quite hold back his laughter. He held it in for a while but finally couldn't suppress it. "Pfft... this has nothing to do with oysters. How could that stuff matter?"
Anno looked up and pouted. "Didn't you say oysters make people's desires become..."
Charles lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead. "That's superstition, without any basis."
Anno's face immediately turned red. What did that mean? Was he implying that last night's crazy performance actually came from her own nature?
She actually understood this too, but she really didn't want to admit it. Inner shyness and urgency surged up, making her pinch Charles all over again. "That's not true! It was because of the oysters! I'm so mad—I'll never eat that stuff again!"
This time Charles didn't indulge her, instead tickling her waist and armpits as retaliation. "It was superstition—lies fishermen made up to sell oysters!"
"Then why did you tell me that last night?!"
"I didn't think you'd actually fall for it!"
"You—!"
Anno lifted her small foot and kicked his thigh once, but Charles caught it in return and grinned mischievously as he started tickling the sole of her foot, making her beg for mercy repeatedly.
After playing around like this for a while, it wasn't that early anymore. They got up, washed up, had breakfast together, and then started the day's serious business.
Simply put, Anno went to guide the nuns' training, Charles went to the scriptorium to study spells, and then in the afternoon, Charles also came to the training room and observed another round of Anno and Nymeria's duel, recording the key points.
This time, Nymeria was still at a disadvantage throughout and lost steadily in the end. But Charles noticed that overnight, somehow, the relationship between this Moon Elf girl and the nuns seemed to have suddenly become much closer.
He wasn't sure why this was, but overall, it should be a good thing. Nymeria's skills were on full display—there probably weren't any battle nuns left who doubted her anymore. Now that they were becoming more intimate, it would only make both sides more united.
Yes, a good thing.
He thought optimistically like this. After the two finished their match, he returned to his own training room for his daily feat training.
Nymeria had already told him the key points of the Revenant Blade feat. Since he didn't know how long this girl could stay at his monastery, he temporarily set aside those other general melee combat feats—like Improved Critical and Cleave—and focused on training this one first.
Time quickly reached evening. Charles had wanted Anno to stay and spend another night, but unfortunately, this time she refused no matter what. With New Year approaching and many of her relatives at home, she'd already been quite willful staying out one night—there shouldn't be a second.
No helping it—Charles could only personally escort her to the carriage and, after a farewell kiss at the monastery gates, reluctantly watched her gradually depart.
The time after that was spent preparing for New Year. Charles took the witches shopping, preparing various supplies of different kinds, just waiting for New Year to arrive so he could distribute them evenly to the girls and send them to their families—after all, they hadn't worked at the monastery for nothing this past half year.
The day before New Year arrived, Liberl Port had a rare snowfall. The scale wasn't too large, but it was enough to send the girls into a frenzy of celebration.
The nuns built more than one snowman in the monastery, each wearing hats the nuns had sewn themselves and big noses made from carrots, adding quite a bit of festive atmosphere to the monastery.
On New Year's Eve, Open Lord Laeral Silverhand used magic to spread her voice throughout the entire city, delivering a New Year's address to the citizens. She summarized Liberl Port's achievements over the past year. Though they'd encountered many difficulties, under the citizens' united efforts, these had all been overcome. It could be foreseen that the city's tomorrow would be even better.
That evening, the nuns each went home for the New Year. Charles moved chairs outside and sat in the monastery courtyard, holding his witches who belonged entirely to him, listening to Laeral Silverhand's speech and the sounds of celebration from afar, unable to help feeling emotional.
The saying goes, "What seemed ordinary at the time is missed most afterward." In these peaceful and stable days today, how many more chances would there be to enjoy such moments in the future?
Hard to say, hard to say. After all, even now, undercurrents were already surging madly throughout the entire city.
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