As the Flame Witch spoke, she quickly undid her nun's habit, stripping herself completely bare and tossing her clothes aside carelessly. Without hesitation, she lifted his quilt and eagerly slipped inside.
In an instant, Charles felt a wave of heat rush into his bed.
Due to her nature, Ekta, no matter how well she camouflaged herself as an ordinary human girl, always maintained a body temperature above forty degrees and was extremely sensitive to the cold.
Every time Charles touched her, it felt like touching someone with a high fever—he would hesitate at first. It took him a long time to adjust to this girl's special warmth, but now he even found a peculiar pleasure in it.
This was a strange experience none of the other witches could provide.
"Do you ever let me rest at night?" Charles teased, though he didn't refuse her. The witches and he shared a deep soul bond and a magical pact, so every time he embraced them, it was as though his core energies were completing a closed circuit.
Not only did his body not suffer any losses, but he actually enjoyed a kind of restorative effect—though this "workout" was arguably less effective than running four hundred meters.
In short, when Ekta climbed into his bed, Charles took it quite calmly. He folded his arms behind his head, eyes half-closed, enjoying her increasingly skilled caresses. "Mmm…"
He could feel it—his aroused member was already enveloped in Ekta's fiery mouth, her hot, delicate tongue swirling around the tip.
The experience her high temperature offered was unlike any other; although Ekta's tongue wasn't as flexible or forked as Sephera's, her growing skill and her unique advantage as a "high-temperature witch" meant she might soon become the second one to make him climax in her mouth.
She licked and sucked diligently, sometimes making crisp, wet sounds. Charles felt tingles down his thighs, and to avoid surrendering too soon, he slipped his hands beneath the blanket, reaching out to knead Ekta's soft breasts.
The Flame Witch's figure was similar to Sophia's—not as flat as Ruth or Andny, but definitely not large. He could easily hold both in his hands, leaving a fingertip to tease her stiffened nipples.
Even in the darkness of the tent, Charles could feel Ekta's body trembling with excitement.
He could guess what the girl was doing—it wasn't just his touch, after all. Beneath the covers, Ekta held his manhood in one hand while pleasing herself with the other.
It wasn't enough for her to be aroused; she needed to be wet enough to welcome Charles inside her.
Almost there.
Feeling this, Charles reached up, ruffling Ekta's hair. Immediately, the witch released him from her mouth and crawled upward, ready to mount him as she'd done so many times before in the monastery. They were long used to each other's rhythms and signals.
Charles caught her and prepared to begin, but just then, another rustling sound came from outside.
Someone else was approaching.
Charles snapped awake and pressed Ekta down. The Flame Witch, not having mastered "blink" like Theresa, couldn't escape in time and could only hide and wait to see who it was.
A soft female voice called from outside: "Charles, are you asleep?"
It was Anno!
What was she doing here tonight?
Charles' heart skipped a beat. He'd never expected conservative Anno to try a night visit. He patted Ekta's hand, signaling her to hide and stay still, then replied lazily, "Just laid down. What is it?"
That evening, the tent flap was lifted for the second time, and Anno, wearing only a thin undershirt, quietly slipped inside.
Charles quickly sat up and hastily hid Ekta's clothes behind himself.
Anno held up a finger and whispered, "Shh—let's keep quiet. Don't let anyone hear."
Charles nodded, exhaling in relief. Thankfully, the nun's habit was all black, and in this darkness with no light, she probably couldn't see clearly.
Anno inched closer, sitting on the edge of his bed. Then she froze. "Am I sitting on your feet?"
Charles opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly felt his thighs pinched sharply. Realizing what Anno was actually sitting on, he changed his reply: "Yes."
Anno's lips curled into a sly smile as she shifted her position. "Then I'll have to stay on you as a little punishment for today."
Charles kept an expression of agony as he held her hand. "What did I do wrong, darling?"
Anno shot him a glare. "I told you I had something for you, and all day you didn't seem to care. You went to bed so early without asking…"
As she spoke, getting increasingly annoyed, she suddenly reached under the blanket and pinched—hard.
Charles faked a sharp gasp. "I thought you wanted to surprise me, ah—hiss…"
Anno's head snapped up, worry in her voice. "Charles, do you have a fever? Your leg feels so hot!"
Charles hurriedly shook his head. "Ah… no, it's just a blessing."
Seeing her confusion, he gritted his teeth and explained, "It's like sand heated in the sun—it gets very warm. Ever since receiving that blessing and when I'm in a pack or under covers, my surface temperature goes up."
He'd mentioned the Earth Dragon Galleon's "gift" to Anno long ago. Using it as an excuse wasn't out of place.
"Sand, huh…" Anno's hand kept kneading beneath the covers. "But your skin isn't rough—actually, it's even softer than mine…"
Charles broke into a sweat. "It's just a metaphor. I'm not actually sand."
"It's a side effect of the blessing, purely on the surface. I'm perfectly healthy."
"Yeah… but your feet are so small, even smaller than mine."
"I'm a year younger than you! I'm still growing taller, you know."
"That's true… But your skin is really great. Your foot feels so soft."
"Darling, please move your hand. It tickles…"
"No—I want to touch your thighs too. Wow, this feels nice…"
Charles was sweating profusely, dreading what Anno might grab next.
Anno's hand slid up along "Charles's calf," but suddenly she paused. "Wait—you sleep naked?"
Charles was about to object, but then an idea struck, and he nodded seriously. "Of course. To get the best rest, I always sleep naked—nothing on at all."
Anno's face flushed bright red. She pinched his "thigh" hard and awkwardly withdrew her hand.
Her heart pounded wildly. Thank goodness I pulled my hand back in time, she thought. If I hadn't, I would have… Dying of embarrassment!
Just now, her hands had been both bold and curious, stroking Charles's smooth leg, moving up past his knee, almost reaching the very top.
A second later and she—
She had no idea what she'd just caressed, and now, thinking about what it might have been, she wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and hide in it.
Flustered and angry, she could only blame Charles. "We're outdoors! It's dangerous—a foe could show up at any time. Are you really going to fight naked?!"
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