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

"Why do I deserve to be punished? No, you have to explain yourself clearly. I am telling the truth this time! I am not lying to you at all!"

However, in terms of physical fitness and fitness, she could never be a match for Charles.

Although she tried hard to pull... no, to fight against Charles, Charles finally grabbed her hands easily and tied them up.

Strangely enough, what Lacie found most unacceptable was not that she was tied up by Charles, but what Charles used to tie her up.

"Ahh!" The witch screamed, "I'm going to kill you! Ciel! How could you tie my hands with my socks?!"

Ciel answered calmly and honestly:

"I couldn't find anything more suitable."

Upon hearing this, the witch lady immediately stopped wailing.

She thought that in fact there was one, and just like the pantyhose, it was also worn by her buddy.

But she didn't dare to say it, for fear that Charles would notice what she was thinking, so she closed her mouth tightly.

After she closed her mouth, Charles took the initiative to speak:

"I said you deserved to be punished because you claimed you were a man... I don't think so."

Lacier couldn't help but open her mouth again and refuted:

"What's the point of you not thinking so? The facts are clearly there. There is no doubt that I am a man!"

Upon hearing this, Charles fell silent and even stopped moving.

After a moment, he rarely showed a subtle smile, which flashed for a moment, and then returned to his usual serious appearance.

"You... still insist that you are a man?" he asked in a low voice.

"Of course!" Lacie answered without hesitation, "I am definitely a man. Have you never noticed? I usually refer to myself as 'brother'!"

After saying this, she couldn't help feeling a little proud.

Is this explanation convincing enough? She has been calling herself "brother" for many years!

But Charles remained noncommittal.

He just looked down at Lacier, admiring her disheveled dress and blushing face, and ordered:

"Then prove to me--prove to me that you are a man now."

Lacie subconsciously wanted to ask back, "What is there to prove? Can't you see it for yourself?" But before she could say anything, she suddenly realized the sad reality.

She really couldn't prove it to Ciel.

Because now, apart from the habitual use of the word "brother", she has lost all the characteristics of men from head to toe.

Appearance, sexual characteristics, preferences, personality and even orientation.

To take it to the extreme, she didn't even wear pants, but a maid outfit, and her hair grew to her waist.

It was like a dream that had lasted for many years finally broke. Lacey was almost shaking. She thought to herself, when? When did my brother... I actually became like this little by little? I actually became completely...

female?

At this moment, Charles' big hand quietly reached under her skirt, slowly moved upward, and finally gently pressed on her lower abdomen. She could feel the rough calluses on the man's fingertips, and could feel a strange burning sensation through the man's big hand, penetrating the skin and falling on a certain organ below.

——And that is an organ that men will never have.

After realizing the truth, the witch couldn't help but let out an unbearable, slightly trembling sigh, and at the same time she involuntarily closed her legs.

At this moment, she heard Charles ask her:

"Now, do you still think you are a man?"

[To be continued]

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28. Be obedient

"When did I become like this?"

Lacey couldn't help but think.

She can't quite remember.

Perhaps it’s because the process is too long and there are no substantial key nodes…

Naturally, she became like this.

"It sounds just like... boiling a frog in warm water."

She said this with some emotion, feeling a little amused and sad.

However, she knew very well that frogs would not be cooked by the gradually rising temperature of water. When the water temperature reached a certain limit, the frogs would naturally jump out of the pot.

Thinking of this, she is no better than a frog.

Because she seemed to have no sense of crisis at all, she was really boiled by the gradually warming water.

She didn't even realize it.

Terrible.

Lacele unconsciously wanted to shrink back to avoid Charles's harassment and the fate that the man brought, as if it was a foregone conclusion.

In her previous life, she had heard a myth in which Odin, the main god of the Nordic world, broke off a branch of the world tree and forged it into a javelin.

The name of the javelin is "Gungnir". Any prey that is locked by it will be hit and pierced through, just like a predetermined fate. Before the "cause" is planted, the "fruit" has already been produced.

Lacele felt as if she was now locked by Gungnir, so no matter how she struggled and resisted, the javelin would nail her to death in Charles' arms.

Or is it that Charles himself is the javelin that represents predetermined fate?

Lacey didn't understand this kind of thing, but she felt that she should do something. Even the fish thrown into the frying pan had to jump a few times symbolically. There was no reason for her to just accept her fate.

She really stood up.

So the witch bit her lip, and her originally distracted eyes refocused.

"I..." Her voice turned from weak to strong, "I think I am!"

But Charles did not deny her directly with words. Instead, he lowered his head and let his eyes pass from her slender arms, her fair and smooth cheeks, and her petite body with almost no obvious muscle lines.

Finally, the man's gaze rested on the witch's flat and soft belly.

His hand happened to be pressed there.

Under the protective skin and fat is an organ unique to women that is used to nurture new life...

--Uterus.

Charles could not touch the organ directly, but his hand just stayed there, motionless, and the witch felt an unbearable burning sensation. Charles was just a flesh and blood body, so why did his hand feel like a branding iron?

Lacie felt like her whole body was melting.

Her skin was covered with small bumps, and she couldn't help but tremble as if she had been electrocuted, and broken, blurred, and cute sobs leaked from her lips.

"Stop, stop!" Miss Witch tried to order Charles, "Get your hand... away from me!"

But Charles had no intention of listening to her at all.

On the contrary, the man went further and lifted up the hem of the maid's long skirt, and finally took it off.

In this way, there is nothing left on Miss Witch.

Logically speaking, they had both done more extreme things and had been frank with each other more than once, so there was no reason for Lacille to be shy. But in fact, Lacille's first reaction was to twist her arms, which were tied tightly with stockings, to block Charles's sight, so that he wouldn't see what he shouldn't see.

Seeing this, Charles asked her in a low voice:

"You call yourself a man, don't you? If you are a man, why should you be shy? We are all men. Is it strange for men to be honest with each other?"

Upon hearing this, Lacie almost moved her arms away from covering her body.

Her sanity was faltering.

Perhaps she should be thankful that she had not completely lost her mind.

So she blushed and retorted to Charles:

"It's not uncommon for men to be honest with each other, but do you really just want to be honest with me? You clearly..."

She sharpened her little canine teeth:

"You're clearly trying to... figure me out! You pervert! Get down from here!"

The witch said this and stretched out her white and tender feet, trying to kick the hero.

The brave man reacted quickly. He quickly grabbed the witch's ankle and held it tightly. No matter how the witch struggled and yelled, he did not intend to let go.

The witch really had no way to deal with the hero's iron-like hands. After trying for a long time, she still couldn't pull her feet out. In the end, she could only lie there panting, staring at the hero fiercely.

Her weak physical fitness can only support her to this extent at best.

Just then she heard Charles say to her:

"Can a man have such a weak body? He has no strength and can only let others slaughter him?"

"That's because I'm facing you!" Lacier couldn't help but defend herself, "You're a brave man! Not to mention me, even if you were a strongman, it would be impossible for him to beat you physically!"

Charles shook his head.

"But I just used the strength of a normal adult man."

"Ah, is this really true..."

"I will not lie to you."

"Woo..."

Lacele turned her head subconsciously, not daring to look at Charles.

She was still trying to make excuses for herself in her heart, for example, she was not a Pan-Continental person in essence, and Charles had no reason to hold her to the Pan-Continental standards. You know, in her world, there were many otakus who were like her, who couldn't lift or carry anything with their hands, and they looked like they were dying after walking a few steps with a bucket of mineral water.

Although she also knew that she was just deceiving herself.

There is no doubt that, at least in terms of physical fitness, she is already a completely weak and powerless female.

And this is precisely the key reason why she was defeated by Charles repeatedly and bullied to the point of being almost insane.

How could she, a weak witch, resist the powerful hero Ciel?

So the result every time was without exception that she would surrender and call him master or husband obediently so that Charles would let her go.

But Rachel still didn't intend to admit to Charles that she had completely fallen into the status of a female, so she could only continue to fight back:

"Physical fitness... doesn't mean anything. There are also men who... have extremely poor physical fitness."

Charles seemed to have guessed what Lacie would say, so his big hand that was resting on the girl's lower abdomen moved up silently, forcefully broke through Lacie's defense, and touched the place that Lacie didn't want him to touch.

"Alas!"

Lacie let out a small cry of surprise unconsciously, but quickly shut her mouth again out of her competitive spirit and the little bit of male dignity she had left.

Even so, she could no longer hide her wavering.

His whole body was shaking, his two bound hands were unconsciously clenched into fists, and even his toes were tightly curled up, like a string of round, delicious little dumplings.

Then Charles added:

"Would a man have these two extra lumps of flesh on his chest like you?"

Lacie couldn't deny it anymore. This time she couldn't even find a suitable excuse to be stubborn.

You can't say that's her pectoral muscle, right? As for why it's so big and soft, it's because she has reached the advanced realm of returning to nature. It must be hard and solid to be called pectoral muscle? Pectoral muscles are not such inconvenient things——

She really couldn't say such words, so she could only vaguely answer:

"I...I don't know..."

She immediately regretted saying this.

Because she had been so stubborn before, and the result was that Charles took her to the bed and fucked her hard.

Although she is not so opposed to doing that kind of thing with Ciel now, perhaps because she has tasted it, apart from the fact that she is tortured miserably every time, she has even begun to...

Start enjoying it.