Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

She gritted her teeth, quietly closed her legs, and reached out to arrest Charles' big hand, preventing it from touching places it shouldn't touch.

Then, on another battlefield, she continued her verbal battle with Charles:

"I... didn't want to do anything? I just wanted to come... to see if you were asleep."

After she said this, Charles fell silent.

Very strange.

She clearly thought that Charles would press on to win. After all, there did seem to be something wrong with Charles today. Normally, he was definitely not so... so aggressive.

The witch lady was trying hard to guess whether Charles was plotting something, when suddenly a force came from the side, and the world began to spin.

When she reacted, she found that she had been pressed down by Charles.

In the darkness, the hero's iron-gray eyes were filled with a kind of burning emotion that made her dare not look at it. It was like fire. If she reached out to touch it, she would be burned. But if she ignored it and let it go, it would automatically sweep over her and swallow her up.

"Gudong-"

Lacey swallowed, and the sound was particularly obvious in the silence.

As if it was some kind of signal, after hearing the sound of Lacie swallowing her saliva, the brave man suddenly licked his dry lips.

"Really?" he asked hoarsely, his eyes dark, "You just came to see if I slept?"

"Really!" Lacie replied immediately.

But perhaps the hero was too oppressive now. After being stared at by him for a while, Lacie looked away guiltily and whispered:

"...Of course, there is...there is..."

"What else?"

"besides……"

Lacie couldn't stand being interrogated like this anymore. Damn it, she was going to explode with Charles!

Then she closed her eyes and admitted loudly:

"I admit that I wanted to steal the ring, okay? Anyway, you were planning to give me the ring when we were in Diesel... I just want to get my things back! You... just tell me whether you will give it to me or not!"

After saying that, she glared at the hero angrily, her cheeks puffed up like an angry frog.

This time it was the hero's turn to be silent.

After a moment's silence, he carefully took out a jewelry box from the inner pocket of his coat, opened it, took out the ring that Lacie had been longing for, held it between his fingertips, and showed it to Lacie.

It is made of star silver and sunken gold, and the ring setting is in the shape of a golden rose. It was made by a master sculptor in Victoria, so it is very delicate but not overly ostentatious.

Rachel liked the ring very much.

From the moment the ring appeared, her eyes were fixed on it.

But the hero seemed unwilling to give the ring to her - the hero held the ring tightly in his palm.

"?"

Lacee tilted her head, a little confused, not understanding what Charles meant.

But she soon understood.

For Charles was bending slowly towards her, fixing her with his iron-grey eyes.

"Are you really here just to steal the ring?"

she heard Ciel ask.

Like a knee-jerk reflex, she answered immediately:

"Of course!"

Of course she just came here to steal the ring, she didn't think of anything else except stealing the ring... probably.

The witch lady's gaze suddenly dodged, and she didn't dare to look at Charles again.

Her honest body gave a completely opposite answer from her mouth.

Perhaps it was because she herself realized that her purpose was not pure, she...

She had other things on her mind besides getting the ring.

As for what exactly happened... she didn't dare to say it, and even continued to be stubborn:

"I just want to steal the ring, so give it to me. After I get the ring, I promise to disappear from your room immediately and never disturb your sleep again. How about this?"

Charles didn't answer her whether this was good or bad.

He fell silent, like the sea gathering for a storm, windless and quiet, without even the slightest ripple.

But Lacie felt as if a dark cloud was looming over her.

She vaguely sensed that Charles seemed angry, but she couldn't figure out why he was angry.

But she knew that if Charles was really angry, she would definitely be beaten tonight, so she immediately wanted to comfort Charles.

"Don't be impatient..."

she says.

But she only finished half of the sentence.

For Charles had grasped both of her wrists with his free hand, lifted them above her head and pressed them against the bed, while his knees slowly but irresistibly spread her legs apart.

Then he said, condescendingly and a little annoyed:

"You broke into my room in the middle of the night, wearing such a thin, shameless nightgown, and you were so stubborn..."

Lacey hurriedly cleared herself of suspicion:

"I'm not, I'm not..."

"You're not, you don't have it?" Charles was even more annoyed. "Then why don't you wait until tomorrow to ask me for the ring? You had to choose this time, wear this kind of clothes, and even want to lay your hands on me while I was sleeping..."

He suddenly paused, and his voice became deeper:

"So, can I assume that you are ready?"

"Ah?" Miss Witch asked stupidly, "What preparations?"

The hero grabbed the witch's skirt and told her the answer with gritted teeth:

"—prepare to be penetrated."

[To be continued]

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"I'm not! I didn't! Stop talking nonsense!"

Lacee retorted with a blushing face, and tried to hold down the hem of her nightgown to prevent Charles from doing anything bad, but both of her hands were raised high above her head and pressed on the bed by Charles.

She couldn't break free.

She could only watch as Charles pinched the hem of her nightgown and lifted it up little by little, revealing her white, soft and plump thighs.

The feeling of silk scratching against the skin is very strange, itchy, as if tiny electric currents are running through, and there is an inexplicable sense of shame.

She had never felt this way before, let alone nightgowns, she even wore dresses and stockings.

But now, under Ciel's gaze, she had this strange feeling.

The witch lady subconsciously wanted to close her legs, but Charles' legs were stuck there, preventing her from doing so.

"Woo..."

She whimpered in humiliation and began to twist her body desperately, trying to interfere with Charles and prevent him from succeeding.

In a sense, she succeeded.

Because Ciel did stop moving.

But on the other hand, she failed again.

Perhaps because he thought she was not well behaved, Charles turned her over without any hesitation, making her lie on the bed and lie on his legs, then raised his arm and swung it down with just the right amount of force.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

The sudden pain in her butt woke Lacie up completely.

She instantly became like a cat with its fur standing on end. Her eyes shrank into slits, her teeth bared, and a low growl of protest came out of her throat. She questioned with grievance and anger:

"You actually... You actually dared to spank me?! Ciel! I tell you! You're finished! When I'm free again, I'll..."

"Crack! Crack!"

"You...you're still hitting me! Ugh...I, I'm warning you, if you hit me again I'll..."

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Three more slaps came down.

Finally, Lacie didn't dare to be stubborn anymore.

Her whole body went limp, and she lay on Charles' legs like a puddle of water, her big blue eyes full of tears and her face full of blush.

"I... I was wrong, oooh... stop hitting me, stop hitting my butt... it hurts..." She begged for mercy pitifully.

But secretly, Miss Witch still had a lot of bad intentions.

She planned to pounce on Charles and fight him the moment he let her go, and bite his arm hard to make him understand what it meant to repay blood for blood and tooth for tooth!

And just as she expected, Charles fell into the trap.

As soon as she showed weakness and pretended to be pitiful, Charles stopped educating her and put her down from his lap.

"good!"

Miss Witch gritted her teeth.

This was the opportunity she had been waiting for. As long as Charles let go of her hand again, she would take advantage of him and start grabbing and biting him madly, making sure that Charles would see what sharp teeth and claws meant!

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

Charles did put Lacie down from his legs, but he never let go of Lacie's hand.

This is not possible!

If Charles doesn't let go of her hand, who will make up for her lack of "blood for blood, tooth for tooth"?

So Lacie hurriedly pretended to be good:

"Please let go of my hand. It hurts. I promise I will be good and obedient! I won't run away!"

At this point she hastened to add:

"Anyway, I'm just a powerless witch, and you know forbidden spells, right? Even if I want to use a spell on you, you can just interrupt me before the spell is cast, right?"

In order to make Charles believe her, she even thought from Charles' perspective.

She is so sweet! She is Charles' sweetheart!

Now Charles should believe her, right?

Sure enough, before the sugar-coated bullet she fired, Charles had no ability to resist at all - without even hesitation, Charles let her go.

Miss Witch seized this fleeting opportunity. She thought to herself, "Thirty seconds on the west side of the river, thirty seconds on the east side of the river. Don't bully a poor girl. BYD, the brave man, die for me!" and pounced on Charles.

Then, she was easily captured again by Charles who was prepared, and he tied her hands with her own hair rope.

This time, in order to prevent her from having any unrealistic fantasies again, Charles even cast a forbidden spell.

The entire room is shrouded in a field of forbidden spells. If you do not possess the qualities of those tall and thin ghosts or a limited wish-granting machine, you cannot cast any spell in this room.

"It's over!" Miss Witch cried, huddled in the corner of the bed and trembled, "What should I do now?"

The forbidden spell blocked all her escape routes. She would never be able to leave Ciel's room again... at least not until Ciel was satisfied.

And in order to satisfy Charles...