Outside the dorm window, the three witches Hattie, Ruth, and Sephera lurked in hiding, eavesdropping intently. Yet not a single sound came from within.
Their anxiety grew, though they dared not make any sudden movements that might disturb those inside.
"Why hasn’t anything started yet?" the most impatient Sephera couldn’t help but whisper. "At this hour, both Master and Sophia should be awake by now."
"Given Master’s temperament, he should have already flipped over, pinned Sophia beneath him, and begun pounding into her fiercely."
As she spoke, memories surfaced of their previous orgies—the crisp sounds of splashing fluids and slapping flesh that should have been clearly audible even through a closed window!
Ruth frowned slightly and ventured an explanation: "Master must be awake by now, but Sophia... she did expend considerable energy last night. She’s probably still asleep."
Last night, after destroying those two statues and cultists, Ruth—still suffering from the Slow debuff—had managed to stab Sophia multiple times, leaving her severely wounded.
Without that, Charles wouldn’t have been able to purify Sophia so easily afterward.
Nearby, Hattie couldn’t help but smile. "Sneaking around eavesdropping is silly enough as it is. Let’s not complain on top of that."
She remained remarkably patient, her expression calm. Sephera, however, grew increasingly agitated, barely able to wait for the show to begin.
"Hey, you two," she suddenly perked up with renewed interest, "what position do you think Master and Sophia will use for their first time?" She proposed eagerly: "Want to make a bet and guess?"
Ruth immediately looked hesitant. Recalling all the positions she’d been arranged in before her sisters, she felt her cheeks burn. "Why would we speculate about such things...?"
"It shows how well we understand Master’s preferences!" Sephera countered, then jumped right in: "I’ll go first. Knowing Master, I think he’ll hold Sophia by her rounded hips and thighs facing him, then have her slowly lower herself onto him..."
As she described it, her face flushed slightly, remembering her own first night with Charles.
That night, she had been in that exact position—facing him, slowly sinking down onto him until they became one.
Seeing this, Ruth stopped resisting. After a moment’s thought, she whispered: "I think... he’ll probably have Sophia use her fingertips to... prepare herself first... then Master will pounce on her, taking her from the front..."
Her voice grew softer until it faded entirely, her face now so red it seemed about to drip blood.
Her first time had been like that. The more she spoke, the more she recalled that scene. Her thighs clenched slightly, and her body grew damp.
"Hattie, what do you think?" Sephera finally turned to the deep-sea witch, challenging her with a look. "If you lose, it means that even after all this time with Master, you still don’t understand him as well as I do."
Her gaze burned intensely. Clearly, beneath this wager lay more than just amusement—it was a challenge to Hattie’s position as the leader!
She wanted to prove that she was the one most spiritually attuned to Charles!
To this, Hattie merely smiled. "I think... it’ll be from behind."
Memories surfaced—countless times in the dorm, scriptorium, or kitchen—Charles gripping her plump rounded hips from behind, slamming into her fiercely. Her body trembled slightly, growing damp at the thought.
"Well then, I’ve noted all your guesses!" Sephera’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "Soon, we’ll see who’s right. Whoever guesses correctly understands Master best—"
The dorm room door opened quietly. There stood Charles, fully dressed, arm-in-arm with Sophia—now dressed as a nun—as they headed toward the kitchen.
The three witches gaped in shock: "Huh?"
"They... didn’t do it?"
"Master... actually let Sophia go?"
Overwhelming disappointment washed over them. Sephera sighed deeply: "It seems... none of us truly understood Master after all!"
Meanwhile, Charles wore a faint smile as he escorted Sophia - now properly dressed in her nun’s habit, with neatly combed hair and slightly flushed cheeks - toward the kitchen. As they walked, his peripheral gaze kept tracing her adorable reactions, finding them increasingly amusing.
Sophia minced along with tiny, measured steps, refusing any broader movement as if terrified of something. The reason was simple: at Charles’s request, she wore nothing beneath her nun’s habit, leaving her completely bare underneath as they moved through the monastery.
Without undergarments as buffer, the rough fabric of the nun’s habit chafed against her delicate skin. Worse still, with each swaying step, the coarse material rubbed against her tender peaks, stimulating them until the twin buds grew stiff and swollen...
For one so innocent, this torment proved nearly unbearable. Burning shame made her wish to vanish into the floorboards. Yet since this was Charles’s command, she endured the humiliation, praying none of the other sisters would appear.
Little did she know three pairs of eyes secretly observed their every move from the shadows.
Regardless, Charles guided Sophia into the kitchen and seated her. Activating his System, he set cooking utensils to work automatically before inquiring: "Sophia, if I recall correctly, you’ve mastered vast Knowledge? Would you happen to know how to learn the Eldritch Invocation ’Agonizing Blast’?"
Sophia nodded slightly at first, but upon understanding his true request, her brow furrowed. Just as Charles assumed she might not know, the girl closed her eyes, raised both hands, and pressed her fingertips against her temples, rotating them gently. "Please wait, Master. My memories are... vast. I must search carefully to uncover those buried fragments..."
Charles’ heart leaped into his throat, but he knew rushing wouldn’t help. He forced himself to stay patient and wait. "Alright, take your time. No hurry. Uh, as for the other Eldritch Invocations—like Fiendish Vigor, Thirsting Blade, Improved Pact Weapon, and Lifedrinker—you can search for those slowly too."
Sophia didn’t respond, still lost in the vast ocean of her memories. Meanwhile, the simple breakfast of meat porridge, fried eggs, and ham was ready. A round bowl and spoon floated to his table, so Charles ate while quietly waiting for Sophia to finish recalling.
Finally, just as he was nearly done eating, Sophia slowly opened her eyes. Meeting his expectant yet nervous gaze, she nodded softly. "I have them all."
At once, Charles exhaled in relief. "Perfect! Then let’s not waste time—after breakfast, we’ll go practice Agonizing Blast!"
He’d been waiting for this Eldritch Invocation for far too long. If not for its absence, last night’s fight with Kendrz wouldn’t have been so perilous. He could’ve ended it easily!
Hearing this, Sophia’s face—which had just settled into calm—flushed deep red again. "You mean... we’re going back to the dorm to study?"
Charles paused, taking in her black silken hair cascading like a waterfall, her long dark lashes fluttering as her gaze darted away. Instantly, he understood what she was thinking.
The corners of his mouth curled into a teasing smirk. "No, we’re definitely heading to the scriptorium. Studying there is far more efficient."
He knew Sophia still struggled with certain... inhibitions. And the more reserved she acted, the more he wanted to toy with her—just a little.
Unfortunately, the innocent Sophia remained blissfully unaware of Charles’ wicked intentions. Hearing they weren’t returning to the dorm, she exhaled in relief—though a flicker of disappointment followed.
Is it because... compared to the other sisters, my figure isn’t enticing enough?
Lost in thought, she watched as Charles wolfed down the last bites of his breakfast, then stood and took her hand. "Come on, let’s go to the scriptorium."
Sophia rose and followed, anxiety prickling as they stepped outside. She prayed none of the other sisters would notice her... current state of undress beneath her robes.
Finally inside the scriptorium, she hurriedly shut the door and leaned against the frame, exhaling as if she’d narrowly escaped danger.
Meanwhile, Charles dropped into the room’s sole chair and grinned. "Alright, Sophia, come here. Sit down—let’s begin."
"O-Okay." She turned—then froze, staring at the lone chair. "Where... should I sit?"
"Right here." He patted his thighs, smirk widening. "Unless you see another chair?"
Sophia’s face burned scarlet, the flush creeping all the way to the tips of her ears.
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