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

The witch lady suddenly remembered the prototype of the contraceptive spell that she asked Lao Deng for when she met him before.

That was her last trump card, the only way after all other strategies had been exhausted to ensure that she would not be devastated and would not be happy to be a mother.

But as Charles unleashed the forbidden spell, this last guarantee was cruelly taken away.

She had lost all means to fight against Charles.

She could only watch as Ciel approached her, grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and sat her sideways on his lap.

"You're not being stubborn anymore?" Charles asked.

The witch lady was stunned for a moment, then turned her face away, trying to defend her last bit of dignity in this way.

But Charles had no intention of letting her go, and even her last means of expressing her protest was ruthlessly denied by Charles——

He gently placed his hand on Miss Witch's head, forcing her to turn her head around and face him again.

Although she was very unhappy, the witch lady had obviously realized the terrifying physical gap between her and Ciel, so she simply gave up the fight and glared at Ciel fiercely, still stubbornly cursing:

"Look, look at Bull Demon! Scumbag! Sex maniac! Shameless! Don't think I will give in to you just like that! I'm telling you! Don't ever think of making me willingly follow you in this life..."

She suddenly stopped here, without finishing her words, and just hummed softly.

Charles couldn't help asking:

"Then why did you come to see me so late?"

When Lacele heard this, she almost jumped up like a cat whose tail was caught. But she quickly remembered that she couldn't show her true colors in front of Charles, so even though she felt guilty, she still explained confidently:

"Didn't I tell you! I...want to get the ring back!"

"Why don't you wait till tomorrow?" Charles repeated the question.

"Of course it's because I'm impatient!" Lacey thought quickly, "You know I'm the most impatient person!"

"But what about the nightgown? Wearing such a thin nightgown so late at night to go to a man's room and be alone with him... You won't tell me that you don't understand what this means?"

Of course Lacie knew - no... didn't it mean that she was ready to be... penetrated?

But she didn't dare to say such things, she could only continue to play dumb:

"What are you talking about? How should I know what this means? Didn't I often come to you in the middle of the night before?"

"..."

Charles suddenly stopped talking.

Laciel did not feel the joy of victory at all. On the contrary, she suddenly had an ominous premonition.

She felt like she had said something she shouldn't have said again.

Sure enough, the moment she had this premonition, she heard Charles's hoarse voice, unable to bear it any longer - in her ear, Charles had already leaned close to her cheek without her noticing.

"Then you should know..." His voice was filled with anger and resentment, "How long have I endured this!"

"Eh?"

Lacey subconsciously wanted to say something stubbornly, "What does it have to do with me that you've been enduring for so long? I don't force you to endure it," but before she could say it, her mouth was blocked.

—Ciel bit her lip.

"!"

Lacey's eyes widened instinctively.

She tried to push Charles away, but her hands were tied and Charles had his arms around her waist.

That was the biggest weak spot in her entire body. Once touched by someone, she would immediately lose her strength and melt into a puddle of water.

So she had no strength to resist Charles, and she could only allow Charles to plunder, invade, and even pry open her teeth.

This was Miss Witch's first kiss, and her limited experience made her only able to defend herself passively and clumsily. However, even when defending herself, she did not know how to defend herself. Soon she was completely defeated and became the hero's captive, even forgetting to breathe.

Her brain gradually became dizzy, as if she was dreaming, with a sense of unreality, but her body's reaction was extremely intense. The witch girl unconsciously tightened her legs, feeling a little shy and embarrassed, and afraid that Charles would notice her, so she could only rub her knees slightly.

I don’t know how much time had passed. It seemed like a very long time, yet also very short.

The hero finally let the witch go.

The witch had been pressed under him, limp as a shell, her big blue eyes covered with a layer of mist, her cherry lips could no longer harden, and she could only make seductive gasps.

She didn't dare look at Charles again, so she bit her lip and looked away.

She knew what was going to happen next - because when she kissed Ciel just now, she felt another kind of hardness on the hero's body besides those strong muscles.

Her head was a mess, with some kind of expectation, fear of the unknown, and complex emotions that even she herself could not explain. She lay there obediently, listening to the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other beside her.

Then, a heavy, hot body pressed down on her.

"Rachel..."

She heard the hero calling her name in an extremely hoarse and low voice. At the same time, her wrists were grabbed, her legs were lifted up, and an unbearable strange feeling came from the front of her body.

A silver light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

It was that ring...the ring she had always wanted.

The brave man leaned down, looked into her eyes, and asked her seriously, with great seriousness:

"Marry me."

The witch thought, how could someone propose to her at a time like this! This is too unethical! Does he think she is the kind of idiot who will obey her as long as she is fucked? !

But my heart was beating faster and faster, but my body was not listening.

Finally, what came out of her mouth were words that even she couldn't believe:

"I, I know... I..."

"I would like to..."

The brave man then smiled happily from the bottom of his heart.

He exhaled, and carefully and slowly put the ring on the witch's right ring finger.

The witch responded with a broken, cute whimper, as if she was trying hard to hold back something.

……

And the night is still long.

[To be continued]

-

Although she had slept for a long time, when she woke up, Lacier did not feel refreshed at all.

She just felt pain in her back and waist, as if her body was about to fall apart, and she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

But this is not because she didn't get enough sleep, or slept too long.

In fact, the culprit who caused her miserable situation was now lying next to her.

No, maybe I shouldn't say beside it, I should say...

She was lying in that guy's arms.

Her head was resting on the guy's arm, and his other arm was on her waist, holding her in his arms; her two legs were clamped around the guy's calves, and a few strands of silver hair were pressed down by the guy, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

However, it was only at this time that she would suddenly realize——

"So, the size difference between this guy and I is actually that big?"

Charles is very tall, almost 1.9 meters, while she is short, at most less than 1.6 meters.

She was held by Charles, and her whole body was nestled in his arms. In contrast to her body size, she looked like a puppet or a doll. That was why she was tortured by that guy yesterday and kept begging for mercy. She almost couldn't help but call him husband and master!

Fortunately, she finally held back and didn't do this...

Such a shameless thing.

So the question is - what is the cost?

The price is that more shameless and worse things are done to them.

The evidence is the strange taste in the mouth, the body that is about to fall apart, and the stomach full of...

Thinking of this, Lacie bit her lip, and with a bit of inexplicable grief and anger, she carefully stretched out her hand, moved it all the way down, and finally stopped in front of her lower abdomen. She hesitated for a while, and finally pressed down gently there.

"Woo..."

A faint cry escaped from the witch lady's lips.

The witch herself was still quite emotional, and she could even laugh at herself.

"Now no one can say that I have bad intentions. My stomach is now full of other things."

Thinking of this, her face quickly turned red, perhaps because the unbearable memory of last night came to her again, making her grit her teeth unconsciously, and she wanted to take out her magic wand and turn the guy next to her into a pig!

Actually...

How dare you give her that kind of order!

Damn you, hero! He looks honest and simple on weekdays, but in private, he is a complete beast in bed! His brain is completely dominated by his little head! She is so blind that she would fall in love with such a man!

The more Lacey thought about it, the more she couldn't suppress the urge to turn someone next to her into a pig.

But there's no rush, before that, she has other things to do.

Last night, in order to make that damn contract effective, Ciel specially lifted the forbidden spell, which means that now she should be able to use spells without hindrance.

That being the case...

Lacie quietly drew out her wand and summoned the prototype of the contraceptive spell that Lao Deng had given her.

But she was a little worried.

Let’s put aside the question of whether this thing can actually work on a witch…even if she’s a normal person, can this thing really work afterwards?

What's more, that despicable guy Charles took advantage of the contract they signed!

Lacie couldn't help but sigh silently.

do not care!

Try it first, and if it doesn't work, go to Lao Deng for help. After all, she... really has no other way.

So Laciel prepared to activate the spell prototype.

When facing a completely unfamiliar spell prototype, you should concentrate fully when activating it to avoid accidents that may cause magic power to run wild.

Although Lacier, as a witch, had a terrifying affinity for magic, she still did not dare to be careless. She concentrated on guiding the magic power and infusing it into the spell prototype.

But at this moment, Charles' voice suddenly sounded behind her:

"What are you doing?"

Lacie was startled, her originally concentrated attention was instantly distracted, her hands trembled, and her magic power went astray.

The originally stable spell prototype suddenly became unstable, chaos occurred internally, and destructive magical fluctuations began to brew.

“Explode, explode, explode…” Lacele was frantically trying to throw away the spell prototype that had become a hot potato. “It’s going to explode!”

A hand suddenly stretched out from her cheek and grabbed the spell prototype that could explode at any time.

The forbidden spell was then launched.

All magic power was instantly repelled, and the violent reaction caused by the disordered magic power also stopped.

The spell prototype calmed down again and lay obediently in the hands of the brave man.

Charles, who had woken up at some point and sat up, looked at the spell prototype in his palm that had almost turned into a bomb, but now had stabilized again and was lying obediently in the "encapsulation", and he couldn't help but frown.

"what is this?"

He seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be asking Rachel a question.

Lacele shuddered.

The price of her stubbornness yesterday was still fresh in her mind - no, it was more than fresh in her mind - Charles made her remember the humiliation deeply with her body.