"Time Stop."
Rabel's frowning movement was frozen in that instant.
The fear on Karl's face receded. He straightened his body and looked directly at Rabel. Her cheeks were rather neutral, and her long military career had given her sharp features, exuding a heroic aura.
She was the type who was very popular among soldiers.
He just hadn't expected her to be surprisingly normal in terms of gender relations. Could it be that there were too many perverts around, causing him to misjudge this world?
Of course, having come this far, he wouldn't stop.
He reached out and unfastened the armor around her waist.
Although he had seen it once yesterday, seeing it again still made him sigh; it was truly clean.
Karl aimed and rubbed at a very slow pace.
In just a moment, he clearly felt a moist sensation on his head.
Time Stop ended.
Rabel frowned, wanting to push Karl away. She didn't dislike Karl; after all, no woman would refuse a handsome Little Boy, just as no man could refuse a pretty loli.
But her rationality held the absolute upper hand.
As Rabel reached out to push Karl away, a strange electric shock sensation suddenly ran through her body, followed by a muddy feeling.
She was an adult woman, of course she knew what that feeling was.
Then came confusion and self-doubt.
Just being touched by this Little Boy, her body prepared itself? Am I actually a pervert?
Karl watched her hand stop halfway, suddenly stunned, and knew she had noticed something amiss. Humans are like this, regardless of gender.
When hormones start to secrete in the brain, the brain is influenced by those hormones.
Rabel only paused for a few seconds, her eyes regaining their firmness: "Step back..."
"Time Stop."
He continued to rub.
"Time Stop ended."
Rabel's legs went soft, and she almost fell. She was completely unsettled now; the feeling was even stronger than before, as if she was about to explode the next second.
"Am I really a pervert?"
Rabel looked at Karl with a complicated expression, or was it that she truly liked Little Boys?
Isn't this the very perversion she usually detested?
Am I the pervert myself?
Her mind was a mess.
"Sister Rabel, Sister Chris taught me that just rubbing is enough," Karl said cautiously.
Rabel was already in an awkward state of indecision.
Hearing Chris's name, she gritted her teeth. If Chris could do it, why couldn't she? And thinking that Karl was Chris's 'thing.'
She could secretly use him. In a dark corner of her heart, something seemed to have opened.
Rabel looked around. This was a corridor, and she was still too embarrassed to do it right here: "Come with me."
"Oh~" Karl responded.
Rabel led him to another study room nearby, then closed the door.
She looked at Karl in front of her, having calmed down a little. Her upper brain once again gained some dominance.
"What exactly am I doing?"
Karl, however, didn't give her time to react and immediately hugged her. Due to the height difference, Karl didn't even reach her chest.
Rabel was suddenly embraced, and a strange, unprecedented maternal feeling arose in her heart.
She glanced at Karl's height, then sat down on a wooden chair nearby. This height was barely suitable. She turned her head slightly: "Hurry up."
Chapter 38: Please
Rabel, over 1.8 meters tall, had undergone long-term knight training, making her body different from the usual delicate female physique; one could vaguely see muscle lines.
Even sitting, she was half a head taller than Karl.
Fortunately, she only sat on the edge of the chair, giving Karl enough space to move between her long legs.
"Hurry up."
Rabel urged in a low voice. Although they were no longer at the study door, the thought of the city's survival being discussed in the opposite room while they were doing such an absurd thing here.
It made her wonder if she had been enchanted by some kind of magic.
Of course, such strange thoughts were only fleeting.
Rabel was not someone who shirked responsibility.
"Sister Rabel, I..." Karl had an innocent look, his hand fumbling with the knight armor around her waist, but he couldn't undo it.
Rabel's expression was subtle, tinged with melancholy, and she gave a bitter smile, then reached out to unfasten her own waist armor.
She didn't unfasten it completely, also worried that it would be troublesome if someone suddenly came in.
With her help, Karl finally pressed his body against hers.
Rabel felt his small hands moving around on her, a very strange sensation.
The next second, her expression hardened. She suddenly reached out, cupped Karl's chin, and gently lifted his head.
She didn't let him look down.
"Sister Rabel?" Karl looked confused.
"Don't look with your eyes." Rabel's expression was calm, but she was panicking inside. She had suddenly remembered that she was naturally a little different.
And she had just felt a strange muddy sensation.
She dared not imagine any visual effects now.
Even if Karl was a Child and might not understand, she still had her pride.
"Huh?" Karl showed an expression that said, 'I think you're making things difficult for me,' and innocently said, "But then I can't find the spot."
Three-tenths of his words were true.
Rabel was sitting, he was standing.
Even though Rabel was only sitting on the very edge of the chair, in this strange position, it was genuinely difficult for him to judge the position.
Rabel also realized that her request was a bit difficult for the Child.
After a brief silence, she extended her other hand.
"Good heavens."
Although Karl couldn't see, he clearly felt himself being held. This actually made things easier for him; he didn't need to think, just apply force.
But the downside was that he was completely controlled by Rabel.
His maneuverability was almost non-existent.
Rabel held his chin with one hand and guided him with the other, watching the Little Boy's efforts in front of her, a strange feeling welling up in her heart.
No wonder Chris liked this.
It's really... quite stimulating.
In the study, there were only two suppressed breaths... Chris walked quickly out of the study door, her gaze first falling on Rabel. She scrutinized her up and down, seeing her standing perfectly straight and composed.
Finding no abnormalities in her, she visibly let out a sigh of relief.
She secretly congratulated herself that Karl had kept his promise to her and hadn't made a move on her friend Rabel.
Rabel, having done that absurd thing just now, felt extremely guilty and had been carefully observing Chris's facial changes.
From Chris's tense emergence to her gradually relaxing shoulders, Chris was clearly worried that she would discover her secret from Karl.
At this subtle moment.
Rabel's heart suddenly gave a strong "thump."
This act of secretly using her best friend's 'thing' filled her with intense moral condemnation, yet also brought an inexplicable, never-before-experienced thrill.
Behind Chris, a mature woman in a clerical robe walked out. Her long hair was simply tied at the end, and a gentle, charming smile graced her face.
Rabel quickly bowed: "Bishop Victoria."
At the same time, a man in luxurious noble attire also emerged from the study.
He had delicate features, even hinting at a feminine softness, and also wore a smile. His gaze lingered on Karl for an extra moment when he spotted him.
Rabel merely glanced at him and did not bow.
Although there was no introduction.
Karl could guess that this was Count Hyman of San Marino City.
Count Hyman, though somewhat effeminate, spoke with a firm tone: "Then, I'll leave it to the Church. As long as you can obtain conclusive evidence, I will immediately report it to the Empire. I hope the Church can understand."
"Of course." Bishop Victoria smiled gently: "We fully understand your concerns. Rest assured, everything we do is for the lives of San Marino City."
The two exchanged pleasantries, and Count Hyman personally escorted them to the door.
His gaze inadvertently swept over Karl, then quickly retracted.
This subtle movement, of course, did not escape Karl's eyes.
Karl frowned.
"Time Stop."
The entire world was once again paused.
Karl came before Count Hyman. There were no ribbons emerging from his nostrils or ears, so it seemed he was not infected.
He looked closely and suddenly noticed that although Count Hyman was over forty, he was well-preserved, with surprisingly delicate skin. Upon closer inspection, he even seemed somewhat neutral.
"Am I a pervert? I even think a man looks pretty good."
Karl reached out a finger, pulled down his pants, glanced, then withdrew his hand in disgust, confirming he was a man.
He instantly lost interest in Count Hyman and turned to look at Victoria.
This mature woman appeared to be only in her thirties, but she exuded a mature aura, and her nun's robe couldn't hide her curvaceous figure.
Especially her ample chest.
Karl unbuttoned her and compared her to Chris.
"Chris must have been adopted," Karl pouted. Mother nearly F, daughter less than B; this simply made no sense at all.
Karl looked at Victoria's ripe figure, thinking of his agreement with Chris not to make a move on her mother.
After an internal struggle.
Finally, the 'little head' controlled the 'big head,' and he gave a small poke.
It was literally just one poke.
Karl only wanted to confirm if she was a symbiote. Because it was tighter than expected, he didn't dare to do much, only a small part was soaked for a while before he pulled it back.
He didn't want to create complications.
Time Stop ended.
In the carriage.
"Count Hyman is still as difficult to deal with," Chris said with a melancholic expression. "He speaks slowly and deliberately; it feels like he's completely unmoved."
"That's nobility for you," Victoria smiled gently. "You've done well."
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