The tall devil raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, so that’s what you want." He said, "Well, no problem. Right now, I can share a portion of my power with you."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a blue light erged, shooting straight out from the mirror and into Ammalia Cassalanter’s heart.
The obese woman suddenly felt an extrely cold power invade her body—not just her flesh, but even her internal organs seed to freeze and convulse.
For a mont, she almost thought she was going to die right there. But soon, she found herself adapting to the cold—she could even control it freely!
At that mont, the devil in the mirror spoke: "This is all the power I can share with you for now. Any more and you really would freeze to death."
Ammalia Cassalanter didn’t respond. She looked down at her palm, and with but a thought, endless cold energy coalesced—a football-sized ice sphere ford in her hand.
She vaguely sensed the power of this ice sphere, and her eyes couldn’t help but widen: "I... I can cast spells now?!"
Then she looked up at the cambion who called himself "phistopheles" in the mirror, her eyes full of uncontrollable fervor.
Every ti she’d ntioned spellcasting abilities as remuneration before, Regolas would find every excuse to deflect, offering other compensation instead, absolutely refusing to share spellcasting abilities with her.
She’d assud this new contact would be the sa. She never expected this guy to be so generous—with just a wave of his hand, he’d granted her the power she’d dread of for years!
From today on, she too was a noble spellcaster, one of this world’s genuine elite!
After years of intense longing, she couldn’t help but kneel on one knee and shout: "My lord, whatever you require, just say it. The Cassalanter family will do everything in our power to serve you!"
The cambion who called himself "phistopheles" nodded and continued: "Very good. Then first, please help investigate sothing—about the local churches and any divine miracles that have appeared..."
"You must investigate clearly which powerful deity’s Chosen One has appeared in this city..."
...
The outside world continued to churn with turmoil, but no matter how chaotic the world beca, the monastery remained as peaceful as Arcadia. In the residential area next to the monastery, Lisa and her mother Malena still lived carefree lives.
Today was Saturday, and Lisa didn’t need to go to the monastery to study. With her body restored to health, she was no longer as quiet and introverted as before, becoming lively and falling in love with running around wildly every day to play.
With the magic awakened in her bloodline, there were very few in all of South Harbor District’s slums who could pose a threat to her. So while Malena had been worried at first, she eventually stopped caring and let her go.
The little girl thus beca increasingly unbridled in South Harbor District. Every weekend she’d run around everywhere, using magic to carefully hide herself, then causing chaos wherever she went, leaving no peace in her wake.
Today was naturally no exception. Just after finishing breakfast and putting down her bowl, Lisa thoughtfully helped her mother clean up the tableware, then turned and ran out the door on her two little legs: "I’m going out to play, Mom!"
Malena watched her figure lovingly, routinely saying "be careful," then went about her own business.
She needed to tidy up her appearance—soone might be coming over later.
In the slums, Lisa ran free. She had many friends here because with her newfound magical abilities, she could hardly find any opponents.
She thus studied Charles and the nuns’ philosophy—not through deliberate indoctrination, really just through example—and then beca soone who helped the weak against the strong, specifically helping younger children fight back against older bullies, beating them until they submitted. This had gathered many friends around her.
And now, she wanted to find these little friends and see what fun they could have today.
The early spring sunlight was still bright, warm on people’s bodies. Lisa humd a children’s song learned from who-knows-where, hopping along the dirty streets of the slums.
But soon, her originally happy steps gradually stopped, her joyful mood gradually turning cold.
She felt the magic power in her body surging. According to the experience Priest Charles had taught her, this either ant her power was awakening further, or that a dangerous presence was approaching, making both her spirit and magic power tense.
But what kind of dangerous presence could it be?
Lisa didn’t understand. She slowed her pace, her big eyes scanning around, then from far away she saw, at the end of the street corner, a tall and imposing male human figure wearing a pure black cloak with blood-red evil patterns like blood vessels, slowly walking along the street.
The instant she saw that man, Lisa felt all the hair on her body stand on end, her little heart pounding wildly, her blood burning crazily!
This... this, I suddenly feel so excited!
This must be what the Priest said—the reaction you get when encountering danger. That person is very dangerous, extrely dangerous!
She still didn’t understand what this restlessness from deep in her bloodline ant. She had the wrong understanding because of Charles’s past teachings.
At that mont, she saw the tall figure in the distance slowly turn his head and glance in her direction.
"!"
Nervous emotions stimulated Lisa’s nerves. The next second, she couldn’t help but blurt out a word: "Dinsion Door!"
Buzz—
Silver-white teleportation magic light wrapped around her small body. The next mont, she vanished from the spot without a trace.
At the end of the street, Shapiro, who’d just felt his bloodline react, turned toward Lisa’s direction but only saw a white light slowly disappearing.
He imdiately frowned, sowhat unable to understand what was happening.
Was the sensing wrong?
Or had so other malfunction occurred?
He wasn’t sure, but then he shook his head slightly and continued searching through South Harbor District’s slums for traces of his missing loved one.
anwhile, the white light flashed, and Lisa, still shaken, gasped for breath. In that mont just now, her mind had gone blank—she couldn’t think about anything. Only one thought remained in her heart: get to safety, fast!
And then she appeared... where was this?
It was pitch dark all around, faintly giving off the scent of wood and soap powder. Lisa sniffed carefully and imdiately confird these were all the slls of clothes her mother had personally washed.
And hers too.
So, was she inside her mom’s wardrobe?
This thought popped into her mind, and she reached forward. Sure enough, the wardrobe door was pushed open a small crack, and outside was the scene of Malena’s bedroom.
Creak—
Lisa was about to go out, but just then, the bedroom door opened, scaring her into stopping imdiately.
No way—if Malena discovered her standing in the wardrobe, it’d be fine if she didn’t dirty the clothes, but if her shoes accidentally soiled any clothing, she’d definitely get a scolding!
Lisa didn’t want to be punished by her mother, so she decided to wait until her mother left before finding a way to sneak out with magic.
However, what she didn’t expect was that it wasn’t just her mother Malena who entered the room, but also her most respected Priest Charles.
And... they were kissing!
Watching her beloved mother and respected Priest Charles embracing and kissing while walking toward the bed, Lisa couldn’t help but widen her eyes in surprise.
What... was going on?
She saw Charles’s hand covering her mother’s high chest, constantly kneading through the clothes, but she couldn’t understand the purpose of doing this.
Wouldn’t it hurt to grab so hard?
She wasn’t sure, and then she saw the two of them lying on the bed together, beginning to undress each other.
Even though she didn’t understand what this was for, the little girl instinctively began to blush and feel hot, her little heart pounding wildly.
So embarrassing, this way they’ll see everything soon...
Lisa thought with a red face, but at the sa ti curiosity burned in her heart.
She wanted to see what they would do next.
Soon, Malena’s brown coat and gray sweater underneath were removed, and at the very inside, Lisa suddenly noticed that her mother today was wearing neither a bra nor panties and stockings—instead, she wore a set of semi-transparent, thin, full-body black silk!
The thin, smooth silk garnt clung tightly to her creamy, tender white body, outlining her full but not cumberso body curves. Her huge chest rose high, the cherry tips showing bright red; her round, plump hips were like water—when Charles’s palm slapped them, they imdiately rippled with waves.
Smack—!
Charles slapped Malena’s soft, plump bottom, then grabbed the fleshiest part and began kneading hard. Lisa was shocked—she never imagined that the usually refined and gentle Priest Charles would actually hit her mother in private!
But what shocked her even more ca next. Even being hit like this, her mother didn’t get angry at all. Instead, she gently helped him remove his clothes, caressing his muscular chest while asking, "Do you like it, darling?"
Charles caressed Malena’s black stockings, his voice full of admiration: "I love it... Amazing, Malena, you’re a genius. This outfit is absolutely beautiful..."
Saying this, he buried his face in Malena’s chest, rubbing vigorously. Inside the wardrobe, Lisa suddenly had an intuition—Priest Charles’s posture was just like when she used to act spoiled and nurse.
But the Priest was so grown up—would he also act spoiled, even nurse?
Her mind was full of wild thoughts, and then she saw her mother smile and say, "This was specially designed for you. I’m so happy you like it..."
"Honestly, wearing this thing is really troubleso. But fortunately, taking it off doesn’t require much effort..."
She said this, and then Lisa saw Charles reach up to her mom’s collar, pinch the edge of the silk garnt, then pull hard—
Riiip—
And then the upper body of the full-body black silk her mother wore was torn open from the middle, and two huge chests bounced out like plump white rabbits!
Lisa was stunned. Everything she’d been taught was that clothes should be as high quality as possible, not easily torn or worn out, because good quality clothes would be favored by slum residents.
So she reflexively thought that although the black silk her mother wore looked thin, it should actually be extrely tough.
Then, such tough clothing was so violently torn by Priest Charles...
Could it be that the Priest was actually a very violent person?!
She wasn’t sure, and then, as if to confirm her intuition, she saw Charles lower his head and take one of her mother’s breasts in his mouth!
"Ah..."
A long moan escaped from Malena’s throat, as if Charles was sucking so comfortably, the expression on her face very satisfied. Lisa had never seen such an expression on her mother’s face. She carefully recalled—even when she was nursing, her mom hadn’t made sounds like that?
Could Priest Charles’s mouth have so magical power?
She wasn’t sure, but seeing her mother seed comfortable, the shock and anger in her heart mostly dissipated, leaving only deep confusion.
Then she saw her mother reach down, undo the Priest’s belt, then pull out from inside a thick... intestine?
No, she’d heard intestines were soft, but that looked so hard and stood upright—what was it?
And why would her mother caress it so carefully?
Lisa didn’t know. Today’s confusion was too much, question marks filled her head until she couldn’t fit any more, even wanting to stop thinking.
The only thing she could understand was Charles eating Malena’s milk, and her mother seed very comfortable, constantly making humming sounds—a phenonon that never happened when Lisa nursed.
Priest Charles had a big appetite. After finishing one side, he moved his head to the other and started eating the other side.
After he finished both sides, Lisa saw her mother have Priest Charles lie down while she turned over and straddled him, grabbing that thick, hard "intestine" pointing skyward from his lower body, opening her mouth and taking it entirely inside.
She swallowed it passionately, occasionally sticking out her tongue, the tip circling around it. Lisa was stunned—she actually did similar movents sotis, but only when eating candy, because she was reluctant to eat it all at once, so she’d stick out her tongue to lick it slowly.
Could it be that the thing on the Priest’s body actually tasted even better than candy?
She wasn’t sure. The scene before her was too bizarre; she didn’t even dare go out and ask clearly. She could only stare blankly, watching Priest Charles hold her mother’s plump hips and also bury his face sowhere between what should be her thighs, not knowing what he was doing.
But in any case, her mother’s expression looked more and more infatuated, her face increasingly flushed, until finally she gripped that "intestine" and let out a coquettish moan Lisa had never heard before: "Oh..."
Then her body went soft, her face pressed against that ferociously erect thing, the corners of her mouth wearing a seductive smile, looking very satisfied.
But Priest Charles didn’t stop his movents. Lisa saw him stand up, holding her mom’s body and adjusting her posture.
She saw that the black silk below her mother’s lower abdon had been torn open at so point, black but neatly trimd hair and glistening lower lips clearly visible.
And then ca the most shocking scene: Priest Charles used his long, thick "intestine" to aim at the glistening entrance of her mother’s lower body, pushed his waist forward, squeezed open the bright red vertical lips, and finally actually forced the whole thing inside!
And her mother seed unable to bear such tornt, then let out a cry of pain: "Ah... Priest!"
She seed to be begging for rcy, her body trembling. But what Lisa didn’t understand was that her mother didn’t kick Priest Charles at all, but instead tried to press her waist down and raise her plump hips high.
The little girl didn’t notice these details. Her heart was pounding wildly. Watching such a thick thing squeeze open her mother’s flesh, imagining the possible pain, tears then flowed from her eyes.
She prayed for Charles to pull out quickly and not make her mother suffer so much.
She still didn’t dare go out. Instinct told her that if she went out now, everything would fall into irredeemable ruin!
"Ah..."
Charles let out a sigh, then he seed to indeed plan to do so: he slowly withdrew his terrible "intestine," but just when Lisa thought he was going to leave completely, he suddenly exerted force and thrust back in!
"Ah..."
Another long gasp escaped from Malena’s throat, and Priest Charles withdrew again, then entered again. He was even speeding up, getting faster and faster, until later, each ti he entered and exited, he brought out a "squelching" sound of water!
The room began to be filled with crisp sounds, because every ti Charles thrust his waist in, his waist would collide with her mother’s plump hips, making crisp sounds and seductive waves of flesh; and every ti he pulled out, he’d bring out pink tender flesh from her mother’s body and large amounts of water, along with various indecent sounds!
Those water drops slowly flowed down the black stockings on her mother’s thighs or slowly dripped to the floor. A strange sll began to perate the room. The crisp sounds of flesh and water colliding, Malena’s seductive moans and Charles’s heavy gasps together ford a moving lody in the room.
Lisa’s mouth hung open. Her brain was completely filled with shock, so much that she felt her brain swelling, as if it would explode the next mont.
She completely couldn’t understand everything happening before her eyes. Her expression looked almost idiotic for a mont, even drool flowing from the corners of her mouth.
Her heartbeat was accelerating rapidly, finally like thunder, filling her senses, making her feel like she was heating up, approaching explosion, yet she could do nothing but stare blankly and continue watching everything before her!
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