"Mm..."
Coming back to his senses from the post-climax pleasure, Charles pushed away Theresa, who'd been smothering his face, his expression relaxed as he looked down with satisfaction at Willo, who was using her mouth to help revive his spirit.
From this angle, the satyr was truly beautiful—wheat-gold hair and full breasts hanging down naturally, snow-white skin plump and taut, barely a trace of excess flesh, a veritable masterpiece of nature itself.
Considering she was a druid to begin with, one could say this truly was nature's blessing.
He admired Willo's beauty, enjoying her delicate tongue—still inexperienced but earnest and diligent in her service—slowly recovering his stamina.
And at this moment, outside the room door, there was another person who had already used nature magic to open a crack in the wooden door, staring blankly at all of this.
It was Adele.
She hadn't gone to sleep at all. Sharp as she was, she'd long since figured out the truth about these nights and knew exactly what kind of rendezvous her mother was heading to.
She'd tacitly allowed it all, but ultimately couldn't rest easy, couldn't bear to imagine what kind of treatment her most beloved person might receive—so she couldn't control herself from coming to watch in person. Yet the more she watched, the more it tormented her.
From her angle, Willo was actively raising her plump, rounded hips high, completely exposing her glistening pink garden to Adele's view, all so she could lower her head and lick Charles's sinful thing.
This lewd scene made Adele's face burn red with shame, and thinking that the person doing this was Willo made her heart bleed continuously.
Mother would actually go this far to serve that man...
She thought in anguish, unable to bear watching further, yet unable to feel at ease about how far things might go with her mother. The two conflicting emotions intertwined, so she could only watch—watch as Willo released Charles's fearsome, grotesque thick cock from her mouth, then climbed onto the bed, mimicking Sophia's posture, aligning with the entrance, gently sitting down and throwing her head back with a moan—
"What are you looking at?"
Suddenly, from behind, a familiar voice rang out. Adele jumped in fright, quickly turning around, spreading her arms to shield the crack behind her with her back, looking with lingering fear at the short little girl hidden in the darkness before her.
The Dark Elf, Hanni.
"Nothing, I just happened to be passing by," Adele said in a flustered panic, her face flushed crimson. "Why aren't you asleep yet? Go back to bed—it's getting late, staying up ruins your skin..."
She rattled off a whole string of words, but it only had the opposite effect. The confusion in Hanni's eyes grew deeper. She then circled around, stood on her tiptoes, and peeked inside. "What were you just watching? Let me see..."
Adele hurried to block her, but at that moment, Hanni's movements were unexpectedly agile. With a quick dodge, she slipped past Adele's obstruction, pressed up against the crack the former had opened, and glanced inside.
Adele quickly silently chanted an incantation and cast a spell, sealing the crack in the door. However, in that brief glimpse, Hanni had already clearly seen the arousing and utterly lewd lovemaking scene inside.
Instantly, Hanni's dark, shiny face flushed completely red with a "whoosh."
But then, she wore an amused expression and glanced at Adele. "So you like watching this stuff. Ew, what a shameless little pervert."
Adele immediately glared at her furiously. "What did you say?!"
"Well, yeah." Meeting her gaze, Hanni showed no fear. "Not sleeping in the middle of the night, running over to peep at Priest Charles and the nuns making love—if you're not a female pervert, who is? Me? Or Nymeria? Nymeria's been asleep for ages!"
As she spoke, her face grew redder and redder, yet she also grew more and more smug. "You're really craving it right now, aren't you? Hey, you don't need to deny it—I get it. After all, Priest Charles is good-looking and has great stamina. Honestly, I'm kind of jealous too..."
Adele glared at her, furious but forced to lower her voice as she hissed, "Don't lump me in with you! I'm monitoring him for other reasons!"
Hanni paused, realizing she wasn't lying, then tilted her head. "Really? Wait, let me take another look—was that woman riding Priest Charles just now...?"
Adele frantically reached out and pushed her away. "Don't look!"
That outburst instantly confirmed Hanni's suspicion. "Oh wow, it really is Lady Willo!"
Saying this, her gaze toward Adele took on a somewhat playful quality. "You don't want your mom making love with Priest Charles?"
Adele pressed Hanni against the wall, her hands on her shoulders, glaring at her with wide eyes. Having her innermost thoughts exposed, her emotions nearly spiraled out of control, bloodshot veins appearing in her eyes, even tears beginning to form. "Yes, so what?!"
"Can you understand the kind of bond between me and my mother, relying on each other for survival? If it were you, seeing something like this happening to the person you love most, could you accept it?!"
She demanded, staring into Hanni's eyes, her expression both furious and aggrieved.
However, she'd forgotten—the person before her was a Dark Elf.
"What's the big deal?" Hanni said matter-of-factly. "Your mother's clearly enjoying it, isn't she? What, do you think this is some kind of torture or punishment?"
Saying this, she wore an amused expression and continued, "If you really think it's torture and you're that worried about your mother, then you could suffer in her place! By your customs, you're an adult too, right? It's not like you can't do this kind of thing, yeah?"
"His stamina is limited—if you take a few more rounds, your mother will have to take less, won't she!"
Her words carried a seductive tone, yet the content nearly shattered Adele's worldview. "And besides, if he really does something excessive like you're worried about, you can call a timeout right then and there and stop him, can't you?"
"Think about it—isn't that way more convenient than peeping here? Plus, you won't get your secret discovered by outsiders like me. How unsafe is that!"
Saying this, Hanni pushed aside Adele's hands pressing on her shoulders and turned to leave. "I'm not interested in what's going on in there anyway. I'm tired—going to bed now!"
With that, she walked away with a smile, leaving Adele standing alone in place, looking completely at a loss.
Could it... really work that way?
No, that's wrong...
She covered her head, her heart pounding like thunder. Yet in her mind, images had already begun forming of herself pinned beneath Charles, him pounding away frantically—images she couldn't shake no matter what...
"Mm..."
Suddenly, familiar moaning sounds rang out, accompanied by familiar crisp collision sounds, together snapping Adele's soul back to attention.
This ship's soundproofing really wasn't great—even without watching directly, she could roughly guess what kind of situation was going on in the room right now.
With no time left to think about Hanni's outrageous suggestion, Adele hurried back to her original position, quietly chanting incantations and casting nature magic, making the wooden door before her open another crack so she could peer inside.
However, the scene she witnessed next made her pupils constrict instantly!
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