Hill had no mercy, using all his strength with every thrust. The brown-skinned Mature beautiful older sister type repeatedly struck Iris's fair skin from behind.
The stark contrast in skin tones made Iris appear even more pitiful.
"Hill, don't hurt her." Karl could tell that each of Hill's impacts carried a hint of personal vendetta.
It was more like she was doing it for him to see.
His experience was currently stuck at 90% of the fourth tier. Whether he could advance to the fifth tier, Iris was a crucial character in his script.
"Feeling sorry for her?" Hill swept her long hair from her forehead, pressing Iris down with her other hand. She leaned in, staring into Karl's eyes: "You'll find a new toy very soon anyway, and then you'll discard her."
Karl met Hill's beautiful eyes, seeing the provocation in them.
"?" Iris felt the movement behind her stop. She opened her eyes to see the two of them staring at each other over her body, a myriad of emotions swirling within her. Was she just a part of their game?
After a brief hesitation, Karl withdrew from Iris's body.
Iris lost her support and could only prop herself up with both hands on the bed.
Karl walked behind Hill, his hand resting on the Dark Elf's slender waist. Hill cooperated, spreading her right leg slightly as Karl entered.
Hill's graceful body arched slightly backward. While one hand supported Iris's waist beneath her, the other hooked around Karl's neck from behind.
She turned her head back, her mouth slightly agape.
The provocation in her eyes transformed into satisfaction.
Karl was speechless. Pressing against her back, he lowered his head and kissed her. The Dark Elf's little tantrum earlier was clearly because she was upset that he hadn't touched her in a long time.
The three of them were in a very absurd position.
Iris supported herself on the bed with both hands, her legs on the floor. Hill stood behind her, her hand on Iris's waist, turning her head to kiss Karl.
Karl stood behind Hill and kissed her, and with each thrust, it felt as though he was simultaneously impacting two women.
He clearly tasted Hill's tongue, her assertiveness and passion.
Hill kissed passionately. She knew that women could occasionally show a little jealousy, and men would not refuse it in this regard.
Karl's cooperation pleased her greatly, proving that she already held some status in Karl's heart, enough for him to consider her feelings.
Controlling Karl, this Evil Dragon, had taken another step forward.
"Mm-hmm..."
Hill let out a soft gasp. Although her intentions were involved, she was genuinely aroused now. She was already a lesbian, and a dominant one at that.
While she was on Iris, she was being thrust into by Karl.
She felt like she was being turned straight.
Iris, at the end, opened her eyes and glanced at the two deeply kissing. She just felt speechless. She had the worst experience; it was nothing but pain and exhaustion.
She sighed inwardly, life was not easy.
In the room next door to this debauched one.
Lily of the Valley tossed and turned on the bed, her mind filled with the scene of her older sister coercing the Noble Boy. Her sister, who was stepping on the boy, was so unfamiliar.
She simply couldn't connect her usually gentle sister with that image.
And her name had been mentioned.
What kind of agreement did her sister and that Noble Boy have regarding her?
The money in the wooden box must have been taken by her sister from that Noble Boy. Why would that boy obediently give her sister money, and was it related to her?
These questions echoed in her mind.
Due to the lack of more clues, the more she thought, the more confused she became.
Then, thinking about her sister and that boy doing 'that' next door, various strange thoughts tormented Lily of the Valley... In the early morning, the three sat around the dining table, delicate cakes adorned with a few vibrant strawberries placed before them—food that only nobles and wealthy merchants could savor.
Lily of the Valley reluctantly perked up, carefully putting the cake into her mouth, but it tasted like chewing wax.
Her sister buying such expensive food continuously, wasn't she worried Lily of the Valley would notice something?
"Lily of the Valley, are you not feeling well?" Iris interrupted her thoughts, her eyes filled with concern. She herself was enduring physical discomfort.
As a woman who had never known a man, she had been tormented both front and back last night. In that atmosphere, she hadn't felt too much pain.
Waking up in the morning, her body felt torn apart.
Despite this, she still tried to maintain a warm smile on her face, unwilling to let her younger sister notice anything amiss and worry about her.
She also felt that eating cake in the morning was overly extravagant.
But she was injured, and Hill had specially bought it for her that morning, so she couldn't refuse.
"I practiced magic too late last night." Lily of the Valley's heart tightened. She said this while picking up the cake, finishing it in a few bites, then stood up:
"Teacher Folk will be checking our progress in a few days, so I'm going to school first."
She picked up the cloth bag beside her, her head bowed, and left the house in a hurry, almost running, without once looking at Karl.
"This Child." A gentle look flashed in Iris's eyes. If her sister could become a true magician, she would be able to control her own destiny, instead of passively accepting it like her.
Thinking of this, she glanced at Karl. He was eating cake and, seeing her gaze, gave her a harmless, sunny smile.
"..." Iris's mouth twitched. If she didn't know him, she would definitely be fooled by his handsome appearance.
"Sister Iris, everything about you has been extraordinary these days. Don't let anyone know about our existence, or it might cause you trouble." Karl reminded her with a smile.
"Mm, I know." Iris nodded. It was a good thing this boy didn't seem interested in her sister.
Karl withdrew his gaze, watching Lily of the Valley's disappearing back. He narrowed his eyes. This girl wasn't following his script. He had deliberately revealed key information.
He just wanted Lily of the Valley to voluntarily coerce him and help him cultivate.
Now it seemed he needed to add more fuel to the fire.
Chapter 171: Upside Down
Iris, enduring the pain from both front and back, finished clearing the table. Her gaze inadvertently fell upon Karl, who was sitting by the window.
Karl held a stack of magic papers, his eyes focused. Sunlight fell on his face, making him look like a warm and refined Noble Boy.
Any woman who saw this scene would be moved.
"Too bad he's a pervert." Iris muttered inwardly. Whether it was being stepped on with a foot or the three of them stacked together, it had refreshed her worldview and understanding.
As long as he didn't lay a hand on her sister, it was fine.
Iris forced a smile, bowed to Karl, and then turned to leave. She still needed to tend to the medicinal herbs.
"Lay hands on children?" Karl ignored Iris, looking at the magic papers in his hand. They were densely filled with information about Grand Duke of the Northern Territory Sophie, compiled from investigations by Hill's subordinates.
He read every word carefully. Some of the findings and conjectures truly refreshed his worldview.
"We are only speculating based on existing clues." Hill explained: "Sophie's third daughter, Muse, serves in the Clergy and has been adopting children. I don't believe the Oram Family, which engages in slave trade, would kindly raise children."
After Hill finished speaking, she pointed to another image on the paper below: "However, the one most to be wary of is the eldest daughter, White Pheasant. She is a registered senior Adventurer at the Adventurer's Guild, and there have always been rumors of her slaughtering strong individuals."
"The eldest son, Sven, serves as the City Guards commander of Vladimir City. He has an excellent reputation and is the object of admiration for noble girls in the city. He and Lilia are the strongest contenders for the ducal title."
"Then he should thank us." Karl looked at Sven's projection; he was tall and imposing, fitting people's imagination of a leader.
"The youngest daughter, Theresa, is said to be naturally weak and rarely appears in the Duke's mansion." Hill finished introducing the five siblings and looked at Karl.
Karl continued to read the report in his hand: "The merchant caravan was attacked, and they're actually trying to suppress the news?"
He had killed dozens of City Guards yesterday, but today outside, it was as if nothing had happened.
"Our people have Detected that there are troops disguised as Adventurers operating in the city. She wants to secretly arrest us and minimize the impact." Hill explained:
"She is the lord of the northern territory, and her influence spans the entire Northern Territory. I suggest we hide first and wait for their next move. It's difficult for us to cause them substantial harm on our own."
Hill knew very well that Karl might have easily slaughtered their merchant group.
But the Oram Family had ruled the Northern Territory for four hundred years, and they had always relied on formidable military strength.
Karl's actions were, at most, spitting at them; there was no substantial harm.
"I don't like waiting." Karl looked up, and the magic papers in his hand turned into elements and disappeared: "A family that has ruled the Northern Territory for four hundred years, if its power decline is exposed, and it's no longer able to control the Northern Territory, many Northern Territory nobles will become our allies."
Hill frowned upon hearing this: "According to the intelligence we've gathered, under the leadership of the current family head, Sophie, the Oram Family, with both military might and commerce, is at the peak of its overall strength in four hundred years."
Karl shook his head: "No, whether she is at her peak or not is not important. What's important is that we make everyone believe she is no longer capable."
"Let's go, let's meet them first."
He stood up.
Hill thought this Evil Dragon was crazy. After hesitating, she followed behind Karl, wanting to see Karl's plan... In the church of Vladimir City, sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, falling on the church's idol, giving it a sacred aura.
Muse, in a spotless white nun's robe, knelt on a prayer mat in a corner of the church, her hands clasped, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, silently reciting prayers.
Just then, a Little Boy timidly walked up to Muse.
He hesitated for a moment, then finally mustered the courage: "Sister Muse, I... I'm sick again."
Muse slowly opened her eyes at his words and looked at the Little Boy, a gentle smile curving her lips: "Come with me, I'll cure you."
Her voice was soft, and she gently took the Little Boy's hand, leading him towards the confessional on the side of the church.
The Little Boy's movements seemed quite practiced, clearly not his first time here.
After the two entered the confessional together, Muse quietly closed the door, separating them from the outside world.
The light inside the room was somewhat dim.
"Come, sit on it." Muse pointed to a simple wooden chair, smiling gently.
The Little Boy obediently sat down, his face flushed. He untied his clothes, folded them neatly aside, turned around, lifted his buttocks, and lay prone on it.
Muse licked her lips, raised her right hand, and extended three fingers.
"Mm-ah..." The Little Boy's face was flushed, but there was no pain on his face; clearly, it wasn't his first time.
Muse's left hand also reached around from behind him and grabbed him.
The Little Boy's gasps lasted only three minutes.
"Come, take your medicine." Muse smiled, extending her left hand to the boy's mouth, watching him like a little dog.
"Sister Muse, today... today is my birthday." The boy suddenly looked up, his face flushed: "You promised that on my birthday, I could propose to you."
"Oh, really?" Muse smiled, extending her hand: "Under the witness of God, do you wish to be forever united with me?"
"I do!" The boy's face was full of joy.
Outside the main hall.
Two Clergy members heard the sudden screams and cries for help from inside, their faces expressionless.
In the square outside the church, a priest was bowing his head, explaining doctrine to a simply dressed woman: "We are all sinners, but God loves the world..."
Before he could finish, footsteps interrupted his narrative.
A handsome, richly dressed Noble Boy entered their sight.
The priest's eyes instantly lit up. He quickly ended his conversation with the woman, turned to face this suddenly appearing Noble Boy, his face beaming with an enthusiastic smile.
The value of attracting a noble to convert far exceeded that of ordinary commoners.
He was about to speak.
The young man had already spoken first: "Sir, may I take a moment of your time? I hope to tell you about our Heavenly Father and Savior."
"?" The priest was stunned. He looked back at the church door behind him, then turned back, his face now showing some coldness.
But this person was clearly a noble, so he dared not easily flare up: "Excuse me, I have already converted to my Lord."
Karl's expression instantly turned cold: "Oh, then you are a heretic."
The priest was bewildered. For many years, they had been the ones to label people as "heretics," but he had never imagined that this label would fall upon his own head.
For a moment, he couldn't think of anything to refute
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