Karl sighed, he had been at it for a long time, and even though Chris tried her best to hide it, the strange blush on her cheeks was impossible to conceal.
His experience points had not increased.
So, gentle positions would not increase experience points.
Karl looked at Chris's beautiful cheeks in his arms; since he couldn't get experience points, he might as well be rough and finish quickly.
But the next second, as Chris met his gaze, a hint of shyness flashed in her eyes, and she instinctively turned her head away, not daring to meet his eyes.
"?" Karl was stunned; this expression was definitely bashfulness.
It was the first time he had seen such an expression on Chris's face.
Chris had always been the strong and opinionated type, yet she was showing such a girlish side.
After a brief hesitation, Karl decided to finish in the current position, lowering the frequency but making sure each thrust reached the top.
He quickly felt the difference; it was more lubricated than usual, and the muscles were tighter.
Karl had good stamina, and the entire process lasted for fifteen minutes until he suddenly felt Chris close her eyes, her whole body tensing, and her toes on the two feet resting on his shoulders curling.
Her body trembled slightly, but it was clear that her consciousness was controlling the reaction to the minimum extent.
In this slight tremor, Karl also came.
The two embraced for a while.
Until Chris's body completely calmed down, and then she got off him, the entire process revealing a stiff pretense of composure.
Neither of them spoke.
Chris picked up her nun's habit and put it on, once again resuming her usual dignified and ladylike demeanor.
"Time Stop Release."
"Bishop Victoria, I'll leave the City Guards' training to you," Karl said with a smile, then bowed to Chris and turned to leave.
Victoria watched him leave, then turned her head to see Chris looking somewhat distracted, and sighed inwardly.
She guessed that after Karl had been trampled and came, he had definitely been with her daughter again.
However, not letting her daughter know that she also had physical contact with Karl was like leaving her with her last shred of decency.
"Chris," Victoria called out, rousing her dazed daughter, a gentle smile on her face: "During training, be sure to ensure the Knights Templar also get their rest, to avoid affecting the evening battle."
"Yes, Mom!" Chris snapped back to reality, quickly responded, and hurried away.
She was preoccupied at the moment.
What was this Evil Dragon planning, suddenly being so gentle with her, and doing it so slowly? She realized she didn't actually dislike it.
Could this Evil Dragon be trying to develop a normal relationship with her?
Chris only felt a chill.
She had accepted maintaining a physical relationship with Karl, but if it developed into a romantic one, given that Evil Dragon's terrible personality, the thought alone was horrifying.
"I need to make it clear to him."
Chris made up her mind.
Victoria looked at her daughter's retreating figure and the expression on her face just now, narrowing her eyes slightly, keenly sensing that something was amiss.
But there was the muddy feeling in her high heels, beneath her stockings, between her toes, and the wetness below her abdomen.
"Ah..."
Victoria sighed softly; mentally, she wanted to change her relationship with Karl to that of mother and son, but her body had its own ideas.
Chapter 160: Dulling Sensation
Karl walked out of the church, and the skill "Formless" extended countless ribbons that materialized into a black robe around him, allowing him to easily blend into the Adventurers now ubiquitous in San Marino City.
He was not in a hurry to return to the City Lord's Mansion; after trying the mother-daughter foot fetish, his experience points had already reached eighty percent of the fourth tier.
He only needed to find two more targets to unlock new positions and complete the advancement.
He, a dignified Evil Dragon who controlled Time, always engaging in pure love? If he didn't frequently abduct common women, wouldn't that bring shame to the name of Evil Dragon?
Due to the influx of Adventurers into the city, various demands were booming.
Thanks to Karl's iron-fisted suppression, even with the threat of the man-eating Little Lilia at night, the streets were still lined with a dazzling array of stalls.
Adventurers of various races gathered in groups or walked alone, with calls and haggling rising and falling, creating the impression that San Marino City had already recovered its prosperity.
Karl's pace was neither fast nor slow, his gaze sweeping through the crowd, paying particular attention to female Adventurers traveling alone.
Pure-blood Elf Clan members often had lithe figures and lively eyes.
Female beast-kin of various races often possessed an undeniable beauty of strength.
"These beast-kin bloodlines aren't very pure," Karl's gaze retracted from the face of a Cat-eared Girl. The girl was quite cute, with big eyes, and her tail wagged constantly behind her.
But aside from her beast ears and tail, the rest of her body showed no traces of a wild beast, differing little from a human.
If he'stir-fried' these Cat-eared Girls, his experience wouldn't increase either.
A burst of clear laughter came from the roadside.
Two Elf sisters in light armor were haggling with a stall owner; they looked identical, and their high pure-blood Elf beauty drew frequent glances from those around them.
Suddenly, the younger sister shrieked, her body going limp as she collapsed to the ground.
"Lis!" The older sister immediately reached out to support her sister, her expression alert as she scanned her surroundings.
"I... ugh..." The younger sister opened her mouth to speak, then suddenly let out a "wah" and vomited a viscous liquid all over her sister's face.
This scene drew frequent glances from passersby.
"Ah..." Karl sighed softly, adjusted his pants. His experience hadn't moved an inch. It seemed that no matter how beautiful, pure-blood Elf, sisters, deep throat – these tags were already defaulting to no experience gain.
"Wuwuwu..." A cute Cat-eared Girl next to him suddenly hugged her mother: "Mom, my back suddenly hurts so much, it's... it's bleeding."
"Let's go home." The young mother's face flushed, her legs pressed together beneath her long skirt, enduring the discomfort as she picked up her daughter and hurried away.
A bit of liquid dripped onto the ground with her footsteps.
"Not even mother-daughter anymore?" Karl sighed, then felt a sense of exhaustion. Even as an Evil Dragon, after three rounds with a pure-blood Elf and then developing a mother-daughter beast-eared pair, his energy was somewhat depleted.
The experience remained completely unchanged.
Karl instantly found it dull and uninteresting. To gain experience from new positions in the city, he might truly have to go find Nan Niang and help her.
He considered himself not yet crazy enough for power to that extent.
Those allowed into San Marino City were recognized intelligent races, whose characteristic was a more human-like appearance. To'stir-fry' strange races...
For example, centaur girls, spider girls, snake women—these races would have to be found in wild tribes.
Karl shook his head; these non-humanoid races would definitely be classified as new positions.
For example, 'riding' a centaur girl, with her four legs in the lower body, couldn't possibly be the same position as with a human. It seemed he needed to add it to his schedule.
Or have Hill capture some strange races to bring back.
Karl planned new positions in his mind as he walked back to the City Lord's Mansion.
Suddenly, his peripheral vision caught something unusual at the entrance: in a patch of shadow, a small figure stood silently—it was Feliccia.
Her gaze was directed towards the City Lord's Mansion, her footsteps hesitantly stepping out, then quickly retracting.
The sixteen-year-old girl looked extremely uneasy.
Karl's eyes narrowed slightly. He silently concealed himself, quietly circled around Feliccia, and re-entered the City Lord's Mansion.
In the main hall, Hill was already waiting, dressed in an ol uniform, her curvy figure, black stockings, and high heels giving a strange sense of waiting for the boss to get to business on the office desk.
An Dark Elf's figure combined with a tight ol uniform was simply too indecent to wear.
When Hill saw him return, she raised the exquisitely crafted gemstone bottle in her hand and shook it, causing the 10-centimeter Lanca inside to tumble.
When Karl left, it was less than half full. As Hill shook it, Lanca tumbled in the liquid, then frantically propped herself up with her hands to avoid drowning in the liquid.
"She has confessed Lilia's hiding place," Hill placed the bottle on the table: "I've sent people over, but don't have too high hopes."
"Oh~" Karl reached out and opened the bottle, and an instant fishy smell wafted out. Although the bottle had ventilation holes, it was clearly very uncomfortable inside.
Lanca, seeing the bottle open, raised her head and looked at Karl with a complex expression. She reached out, trying to climb out of the bottle, but the bottle wall was covered in viscous material, and she tried several times without success.
Karl extended two fingers, picked her up, and dropped her onto the table: "I thought you'd last longer."
Lanca lowered her head in brief silence before looking up again: "Lilia deceived us."
"How pitiful. I happen to be short on professional maids here," Karl reached out and ran his hand over her tiny body. He understood Lanca's mindset quite well.
Lilia used the power of an evil god to pretend to be a chosen one. Perhaps in her eyes, this power was divine selection.
But for a fanatic like Lanca, once she learned that the god she had always believed in was an imposter, the hatred was as strong as her former loyalty.
Lanca's expression clearly froze when she heard Karl invite her to be a maid.
"Tell me about it," Karl held Lanca in his hand, his fingertips parting her long legs. A ten-centimeter beautiful maid was quite amusing.
Lanca showed no resistance to his actions. This was the professionalism of a maid, along with some convert's fervor and Stockholm Syndrome mixed in.
She revealed everything she knew in great detail.
"So she's already preparing to run away?" Karl's expression was subtle.
Lilia had always been extremely high-profile. After her plans were repeatedly thwarted, she didn't stubbornly go all-in for a decisive battle with him, but chose to run away instead.
Hill crossed her arms: "With her secret arts, even if she fails, Grand Duke Sophie will still need her."
"Hey, didn't you say the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory's children were fiercely competitive?" Karl frowned. Why weren't these guys following the script? Who just runs away when they feel outmatched? "This must be a huge loss of face for Grand Duke Sophie, right?"
"But for noble succession, you just need to be stronger than your other siblings," Hill waved her hand: "If the risk is too great, you choose to lie low. As long as you're alive, there's a chance."
After Hill finished speaking, a strange glint flashed in her eyes: "Congratulations, you've won. Your name will spread throughout the empire."
"Gather the men! We're going to the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory to demand her!" Karl slammed the table: "Come as you please, leave as you please? Do you think San Marino City is easy to bully?!"
"?" Question marks appeared above Hill's head. Was there something wrong with this Dragon's brain? We're the easiest to bully!
Chapter 161: Nascent Affection
"Yes, sir," Hill responded helplessly, then turned, leaving Karl with a shapely behind wrapped in a tight uniform skirt.
Before Karl returned, she had intended to unbutton her black tight ol uniform and white shirt, revealing her brown, sexy collarbone and black lace trim.
But the Evil Dragon only glanced at her black stockings when he entered the door, taking no further action.
Had he grown tired of her, or had he eaten too much outside?
"He can even be this disciplined," Hill left in her high heels, new thoughts stirring in her mind.
Karl's displayed strength exceeded her expectations. If he could hold his own in this confrontation with the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory, the Elf Clan might need to increase their investment.
Just then, a guard hurried in, bowing to report: "Lord City Lord, Knight Feliccia from the church wishes to see you."
"Let her in," Karl nodded, then turned to Hill: "You go prepare for our departure. We need to intercept Lilia before she escapes back."
"Yes," Hill responded, quickly leaving. She knew Feliccia, a sixteen-year-old girl. This Evil Dragon's preference suddenly becoming normal was quite uncharacteristic for her.
Karl waited in the room for several minutes. Soon, the guard reappeared at the door, leading Feliccia into the reception room before leaving.
As soon as Feliccia entered, she bit her lip, looking at Karl with complex eyes, as if she had a thousand words but didn't know where to begin.
Seeing this, Karl offered a warm smile that had maximum destructive power on the opposite sex: "Feliccia, is something wrong?"
Hearing his gentle voice, Feliccia's tense nerves visibly relaxed a little.
Feliccia hesitated, as if gathering courage, then took a step towards Karl, but after only two steps, she stopped hesitantly.
She looked at Karl, her eyes holding a trace of struggle and hope, and finally spoke: "Karl, I... I asked the citizens in the city, and they... find the strict laws you enacted very difficult to accept."
She was already being extremely subtle. Karl's notoriety was almost synonymous with a capricious tyrant, likely reaching the point of stopping a Child's crying.
In the eyes of a girl Feliccia's age, a good City Lord should be beloved, and this made her feel disillusioned.
"They must have misunderstood you, right?"
There was pleading in the girl's eyes. At this moment, whatever Karl told her, she would believe. She just needed a reason.
Just like her original purpose for seeking Karl was to ask why he had concealed their relationship from her aunt.
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