"The Witch's Convent" by DaoistaHADNk
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One day and one night passed.
The next day, at dawn, as the first ray of sunlight from the east streamed through the window and shone on the dormitory's large bed, Hawthorne slowly awoke from his sweet dream.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Cuivis's slender and graceful body curled up, hugging his arm, sleeping peacefully.
Hawthorne didn't have the heart to wake her, so he gently shifted his body to a more comfortable position, letting his mind go blank, enjoying the sight of her beautiful face and the serene quietness of the moment.
Ah, it's quite fascinating to imagine how Cuivis, with her pink hair and innocent face, manages to utter so many maliciously sarcastic remarks.
However, even though her powers are currently waning, the witch's senses remain sharp. Sensing the movement of the bed, Cuivis's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a haze of confusion as she awoke from a deep dream.
Upon seeing Hawthorne's face clearly, an angelic smile immediately blossomed on her cheeks: "Good morning, Master!"
"Good morning, Cuivis," Hawthorne replied with a smile and a nod. Seeing that she was awake, he stopped pretending, reached out his hand to gently stroke her pink hair, and softly asked, "Does it still hurt?"
The madness of last night had lasted until late into the night, and even now, their bed was still in disarray. Cuivis had ended up tearfully begging for mercy, but Hawthorne only let her go after fully venting.
Hearing his question, her cheeks immediately flushed a cute shade of red: "It doesn't hurt anymore, I... Oh, Master?!"
She suddenly panicked because Hawthorne's arms had suddenly wrapped around her from the front.
She thought he was planning to continue last night's frenzy, but he didn't go any further. Seeing her so flustered, Hawthorne found it amusing, and with a laugh, he gently pinched her buttocks and said, "Why are you panicking? I know you're still sore; I don't plan on doing anything right now."
Cuivis's face flushed crimson. Hidden beneath the covers, her naked body acutely felt her Master's erect penis pressing against her inner thigh, its heat causing her intense discomfort and a feeling of being utterly vulnerable.
But it wasn't a solution to let Master endure this…
Hesitating, she leaned close to Hawthorne's ear and whispered, "If Master doesn't mind, I can use my mouth to help Master…"
Hawthorne turned his head slightly, gazing at her with a somewhat surprised expression. Under his gaze, her face flushed even redder.
However, he didn't refuse. He smiled gently, moved his hand, and stroked her hair, softly saying, "Then let's begin."
Thus, Cuivis, like a small snake returning to its nest, wriggled into the bed. Then, Hawthorne felt a small, forked tongue circling and licking the top of his lower body.
Following this, two soft, wet lips slowly enveloped him.
"Mmm…"
A satisfied sigh escaped his lips. Cuivis's movements were clumsy, but the natural advantages of her mouth and tongue still provided him with supreme satisfaction.
He found the experience captivating.
At that moment, a mosquito flew in through the window and landed on Hawthorne's ear. He subconsciously raised his hand to swat it, but then he heard a familiar girl's voice by his ear: "Master, I have some good news and some bad news!"
His hand froze mid-air.
This mosquito is actually the Apostle of Andinie, the Insect Plague Witch. And now it seems there has been some progress.
"Let's start with the good news," he continued.
"The good news is that the residents of the slum near our convent, due to the panic caused by Witch's Night, are considering selling their homes and moving to other districts. So, the land prices are very cheap right now. If we seize the opportunity to buy it, expanding the convent won't be a problem!"
Hawthorne was immediately pleased. He had already discussed the need to expand the convent with several witches while soaking in the bath last night.
After all, upgrading the convent to level two not only requires a thousand Purification Points but also enough reputation and a ten-thousand-square-meter area.
He lacked neither the first two, but the last was a concern. Unexpectedly, the solution presented itself—just like a pillow offered to someone who is sleepy.
"And the bad news?" he asked.
"The bad news is that the investigation team sent by Black Staff Tower is searching for a young boy with white hair, handsome features, who can cast spells."
Upon hearing this, Hawthorne felt a chill run through him, his mind filled with chaotic thoughts: "Ah? This… they… phew, they haven't suspected the convent, have they?"
White hair isn't a particularly unique trait in Liberl Port. The Green-Silver Clan is the main ethnic group of the Sain Empire, with hair colors mostly being light green, silver, and white, which means there are many light-haired people in Liberl Port.
However, combining this with the traits of being young, handsome, and able to cast spells makes one stand out in the poor and backward South Harbor District.
Hawthorne couldn't help but worry whether his presence would bring unwarranted trouble to the otherwise peaceful convent.
After all, a month ago, he was seen at the "Foggy Fisherman" tavern, leaving with Heidi.
Although after that fight, by the time Heidi came to pick him up, there were few patrons left in the tavern. He trusted the tavern owner, Alan, to keep his mouth shut, but who knows if someone else, like that Half-Ogre doorman, might accidentally spill the beans!
Fortunately, his biggest concern had not materialized yet.
"No, it seems that some surviving thugs from the Dark Intelligence Network mentioned seeing a trace of you that night, but they don't know your name or relationships."
"So, the investigation by Black Staff Tower is just a broad inquiry, focusing mainly on students from Straylight University of Magic..."
Hawthorne immediately relaxed, relieved that the tavern owner Alan had indeed kept his silence.
But then, he gritted his teeth: "Dark Intelligence Network..."
These guys repeatedly ruined my plans—truly detestable!
He kept this grievance in mind, then relaxed his body, satisfying his morning desires in Cuivis's small mouth, before saying to Andinie, "Go notify the others to come to the dormitory; we need to discuss how to solve this problem."
Andinie nodded, while the mosquito remained stationed on his ear, ready to relay messages as needed—it was quite well-behaved, standing still without the slightest intention to nibble on Hawthorne's fresh-looking ear.
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