That kind of gentle, embracing feeling, like a mother.
He was clearly an Evil God.
But the experience wasn't just physical; it gave him an unprecedented sense of psychological security.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been subjected to it over a dozen times in a daze.
If his physical constitution had been slightly weaker, he would have died on the spot.
As Karl thought this, he suddenly pressed Chris's head down with all his might, regardless of her desperate struggles.
Time Stop ended.
"We leave tomorrow morning; we need to get there before Aisha makes her move." Sylvie said, noticing Chris's unusual state. In the firelight, her face was exceptionally pale, and she was clutching her chin, as if in pain.
Sylvie couldn't help but frown: "What's wrong? Are you unwell? Are you hurt?"
Chris shook her head with difficulty, her face growing even paler.
She covered her mouth, her voice hoarse as if something was blocking her throat: "No, I'm just a bit tired."
A flicker of doubt crossed Sylvie's eyes. She sensed Chris's state was clearly off, but out of trust, she nodded and said: "Alright, get some rest. I'll take watch."
Chris nodded, saying nothing more.
She turned and walked to a nearby tree trunk, leaning against it and closing her eyes. They had escaped in a hurry, so they naturally hadn't brought tents.
Her throat was subtly moving, as if she was trying hard to swallow something.
By the campfire, only Sylvie and Karl remained.
Sylvie secretly glanced at Karl, who was sitting nearby. He had his eyes slightly closed, his expression calm, seemingly in deep thought.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least this powerful Evil Dragon hadn't shown any abnormalities.
Her tense nerves relaxed a little.
She didn't want to keep looking at Karl; her feelings towards him were now extremely complex.
Undoubtedly, Karl was her father's murderer, but he had also saved her life, and now he looked like a Little Boy.
As a country girl, she naturally had no resistance to children.
Sylvie half-closed her eyes, resting while keeping watch.
Unlike his outwardly calm appearance, Karl's mind was not at peace.
Through the experiment just now, he confirmed that advancing the Time Stop domain's rank indeed involved engaging in professional activities.
He had just stopped Chris's time and reenacted what the Little Boy often did to the elegant mature woman sitting on the train seat in Time Stop manga.
Karl could clearly feel his experience increasing.
However, the rate of increase had noticeably decreased.
He had also figured out some rules: performing the same posture on the same female would no longer increase his strength, and even different postures would have a diminishing effect.
Karl could feel that this was also related to the target's own strength.
This raised a problem.
If he wanted to become stronger, he had to constantly use new postures to develop different powerful females.
This would undoubtedly increase the danger, and it was also a challenge to his repertoire of postures.
"Sigh." Karl sighed softly. Even with danger, he couldn't back down. He had to purify the formless daughter.
Time moved to the next day.
"This is San Marino City." Sylvie looked at the tall city walls before them. Compared to Wind Chime City, which was built due to merchants gathering,
San Marino City was an imperial military stronghold, with majestic walls forming an impregnable barrier.
Adventurers of all kinds came and went endlessly, making it lively.
Sylvie let out a soft breath: "Great, it seems we arrived just in time."
Chris, however, was not as optimistic. She gently shook her head: "Aisha is a chess player; she will arrange everything before acting. If her next target is here, then her pieces must already be in place."
Chris glanced at Karl from the corner of her eye and said softly:
"Let's go. I already sent a message to the church last night using secret arts. Now we'll go meet the Paladin Captain stationed here."
Karl was also looking around, searching for targets.
Unfortunately, they were all low-level Adventurers.
The three walked through the bustling streets, winding through several turns, and entered a deep, secluded alley. At the end of the alley, a figure stood silently.
It was a tall woman with short hair, heroic and extraordinary in temperament.
She stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall, her gaze sharp. Seeing them enter, she said: "Chris, I need an explanation. Why did you ask me to meet in a place like this?"
"Rabel, I'm very sorry." Chris walked forward: "I can't be sure if there are any enemies within the church. You're the only one I can trust."
Chris, of course, wasn't entirely truthful. Her choice to meet here wasn't solely for safety.
There would be many beautiful priestesses practicing in the church, and she couldn't imagine how those beautiful maidens would lose their virginity if she brought Karl into the church.
And Karl probably wouldn't be very interested in a more neutral-looking woman like Rabel.
Karl looked at the muscular curves on Rabel's arms, his eyes lighting up. Wasn't this a new way to play?
"Time Stop."
Chapter 32: Orphan
Rabel's golden short hair fell down, covering a pair of sword-like eyebrows, which carried a heroic air. Looking closely, she was very beautiful.
With a height exceeding 1.8 meters and wearing male Adventurer leather armor, she had a distinctive heroic and dashing appearance.
"Damn it, I can't reach." Karl wanted to taste the mouth of this heroic beauty, but even standing on tiptoes, he couldn't reach her lips.
Fortunately, time was stopped, so he had enough time to slowly play.
Karl extended his small hand into Rabel's clothes, feeling the touch of her skin around her waist, and pulled her clothes upward, exposing her abdomen.
Unlike the soft, flat abdomen of most women,
her abdomen clearly showed the curves of a six-pack.
Karl couldn't help but place his hand on it, gently stroking. His palm felt a combination of softness and resilience.
He kneaded for a while, then pressed his face against it and kissed it.
Then, with his other hand, he pulled down her pants.
"So clean."
Karl reached out to explore. From the sensation transmitted to his fingertips, it seemed to be natural.
He tilted his head and glanced at Chris, feeling frustrated. Look how clean even a Paladin is, yet you, a Saintess, are so messy.
Karl didn't withdraw his hand until he felt a sticky sensation on his fingertips.
He wasn't letting his Little Boy control his big head. After losing the "Formless" skill, it was very inconvenient for him. His first priority now was to purify a symbiote.
The pressure from the formless daughter was too great for him.
He couldn't be sure if the person in front of him had a symbiote in her body.
He held the purification artifact, placed it on Rabel, and slid it along the indentation.
The simplest way to identify it.
was to insert the purification artifact into the other person's body. If there was no purification option prompt, then she was naturally safe.
"Hoo..."
Karl's two small hands embraced Rabel's long legs.
It wasn't that he had a foot fetish, but his height was an issue. To perform the purification ritual, he still had to stand on tiptoes. Fortunately, the Dragon Whip was long enough; otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to reach.
Soon, a muddy sensation came through.
Karl carefully felt it. He had fought with that female Centaur, and the stickiness from a symbiote was completely different from that of a normal person.
As the examination progressed, he concluded that Rabel had not been infected by a symbiote and was trustworthy.
However, he also found that the purification artifact could hardly go any further.
Of course, if he used force, he could do it forcibly.
But that would make Rabel suspicious, and there was no need to cause extra trouble.
Karl withdrew the artifact, glancing at Chris from the corner of his eye. He decided to just make the Saintess suffer a bit more.
Time Stop ended.
Chris suddenly felt a familiar swelling sensation in her abdomen, and her face darkened. She skillfully closed her legs to prevent anything from leaking out.
The tearing sensation was gone, replaced by only a degree of swelling.
Chris was both annoyed and helpless. She realized a cruel truth.
Her body was gradually adapting to Karl's size.
Despite her inner irritation, her facial expression didn't change much. She continued: "It's an unknown creature. Unless the host's head is destroyed, its body can regenerate infinitely."
"Without preparation, if Aisha chooses to attack San Marino City, even though it's a military fortress, it will be difficult to resist."
Rabel didn't answer immediately. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
A strange sticky sensation came from between her legs.
Her sword-like eyebrows furrowed together, and she vigilantly scanned her surroundings, her gaze quickly sweeping over Karl's face. Seeing Karl's cute and tender appearance,
her gaze didn't linger much, after all, what bad intentions could a Little Boy have?
Chris, however, noticed Rabel's reaction.
Her face immediately turned ugly, and her fists unconsciously clenched.
She immediately understood that during the Time Stop, Karl had not only done things to her but had also not spared her friend.
But seeing Rabel's current reaction, it was only a normal amount of friction.
This made Chris secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
"I understand your concerns." Rabel looked around once and then withdrew her gaze: "But for a troop-level deployment like this, our influence isn't enough. Bishop Victoria must reach an agreement with the Count."
"If you're not convenient to show yourself right now, I can convey everything you just said to Bishop Victoria."
"Alright." Chris nodded after a brief thought. She didn't have a better plan either: "I'll wait for your news at the tavern."
"Does this Child need me to take him back to the church?" Rabel pointed at Karl.
She assumed Karl was an orphan Chris had stumbled upon.
Such orphans were not uncommon, and Chris would usually bring them back to the church to be raised.
Chris was startled by the question and quickly shook her head: "No need. He has good talent, and I plan to keep him by my side to teach him."
Rabel looked at Chris's flustered expression, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.
It was the first time she had seen Chris look so flustered, as if she was afraid Rabel would snatch the Little Boy away.
Rabel's gaze lightly swept over Karl's tender and cute cheeks, a smile playing on her lips. She didn't press further: "You two go rest first."
After everyone watched Rabel leave,
Chris turned her head and looked at the preoccupied Sylvie, noticing that Sylvie had been silent.
Her state was clearly not right.
Chris wanted to ask, but felt the swelling discomfort in her abdomen. Even though she desperately clenched her muscles, some had leaked out by now.
It flowed down her thigh. Fortunately, she was wearing a nun's habit outside, so she didn't have to worry too much about exposure.
She was slowly beginning to adapt to the messy situation under her nun's habit.
"Let's go to the tavern first." Chris said softly, her voice tired.
She was clearly very familiar with San Marino City, leading them through the streets.
After several twists and turns, they entered a tavern.
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