The Witch’s Convent

Heidi then sat at the bedside, placed the basket on the nightstand, and said, "You are too weak, so don't move; I'll feed you."

With that, she lifted the lid, and a rich aroma filled the air: inside was a shallow round bowl filled with a thick vegetable soup topped with fresh shrimp and rice, alongside three slices of golden bread emitting a delightful fragrance and steam.

The enticing aroma stimulated Hawthorne's senses, his stomach grumbled, and the feeling of hunger rose up—it dawned on him that he hadn't eaten in what seemed like a long time.

Alright, I'll eat my fill first, then Purify her afterwards.

Heidi reached out, picked up a slice of bread, dipped it in the soup, and brought it to Hawthorne's mouth. He obediently opened his mouth, took a bite, and savored the taste...

Hmm, why does it have a salty sea taste?

The odd flavor made him frown slightly, and he realized that although the game's setting was based on the 19th century modern era—and had even skipped the steam engine due to magic, going straight to electricity with basic electric lights and trams—this world still couldn't produce refined salt, or if it did, it was too costly for common folks to afford.

Being a port city, it wasn't surprising that the food had a slight briny taste.

Hmm... fortunately, it's still bearable.

Thinking this, he started chewing with a furrowed brow. Seeing his expression, Heidi looked slightly flustered and disappointed. "Does it not taste good? Sorry, I haven't mastered cooking this type of food yet..."

Seeing her genuine expression, Hawthorne couldn't help but think, if only you were truly a nun and didn't drain my soul, how great that would be.

"No, it's very good." He said softly, "I'm just a bit weak, so I'm a little tired."

Hearing this, Heidi's eyes brightened as if spring flowers were blooming: "I'm so glad you like it, dear Hawthorne."

As she said this, her eyes sparkled, and then her face gradually flushed: "But, since you're still feeling weak, then..."

She bit her lower lip, as if making some kind of decision, took a deep breath,

then dipped the bread in the soup once more, but instead of giving it to him, she put it into her own mouth.

At this moment, her face was as red as blood from embarrassment, but her actions did not stop. In Hawthorne's bewildered gaze, she suddenly leaned forward, closed her eyes, and kissed his lips.

Hawthorne's eyes widened as the warm, soft sensation on his lips made his body react instantly!

Not only that, but he could feel Heidi's small tongue actively reaching into his mouth, even entwining with his own!

This witch...

Has she always been so forward?!

Wow, the original plan was pointless, the witch kissed me on her own!

His body trembled, and almost instinctively, his hand climbed up Heidi's nun's habit, seeking its entrance in a quest for more intimate contact!

Noticing his actions, Heidi's face became even more flushed, but she did not resist. Instead, she grasped his hand, guiding it to lift her skirt and explore from beneath her robes.

When he touched her smooth, soft skin, Hawthorne suddenly realized that beneath the seemingly black, conservative, and thick nun's habit, she was wearing nothing at all!

Heidi wasn't wearing anything underneath!

This discovery made his desire surge even more, his body swelling almost to the point of bursting!

The witch, face still flushed, appeared shy and innocent like a young girl, eyes closed, enjoying his kisses and caresses.

But recalling her ferocious nature and this rare opportunity, Hawthorne steeled himself and silently thought: "Purification!"

In the next instant, a milky white glow emanated from his body, then flowed through his lips and hands, enveloping Heidi.

A vast, pure power surged from his lips and arms, instantly filling his body and dispelling his hunger, fatigue, weariness, and headache. Every muscle in his body became lively and energized, like an athlete who had just completed a warm-up!

Wow, is this Purification?

This is clearly... robbing her of her power?!

In front of him, Heidi's eyes snapped open, her lips parted from his, her expression contorted in intense pain: "Ugh—!"

She opened her mouth, emitting a deep growl, her mouth filled with innumerable crooked fangs like the most terrifying meat grinder. Her previously beautiful face began to twist, with dark tendrils exuding a sinister aura growing from her cheeks!

A dull glow appeared on her body, the sturdy nun's hat swayed as if thousands of tendrils were writhing inside, ready to surge forth and tear Hawthorne to pieces!

But then, the dark tendrils swiftly retreated, and her voice turned utterly terrified: "What's happening?! I can't even..."

She tried to pull away, seeing this, Hawthorne quickly moved his hands to her back, ignoring the slick and soft sensation, he embraced her, and exerted his strength—

Hmm?

Why is she so light?

However, there wasn't time to ponder why Heidi's body felt as light as a feather, with a swift turn, he pinned the witch down onto the bed!

This action clearly revealed his intentions. Heidi's eyes widened with shock, looking at him with utter disbelief: "It's you?! You've betrayed me?!"

She never expected that this weak human, whom she had used as food and drained for over ten days, could suddenly possess power capable of threatening her life!

"You vile human!"

She spat angrily, her beautiful face twisted by rage and hatred. Her usual gentleness and grace were merely a disguise to make her prey relax so their soul would taste better. When her life was threatened, her evil nature was fully exposed!

Without any words or gestures, terrifying magic surged forth. The real world isn't a game; there's no need to consider balance or challenge. This powerful witch from the deep sea doesn't need to master any "metamagic feats" for refined spellcasting; she can cast spells without any words or gestures!

Underneath her, the dark shadows began to expand, with dark green tentacles trying to extend, yet each time she tried, milky white light would suddenly cover them, purifying them instantly!

"You...!" Realizing she couldn't exert her power, Heidi became even more furious, "I will torment you for eternity, making you wish for death yet never able to die!"

She began to struggle with all her limbs. Hawthorne's heart raced, and sweat continuously dripped from his forehead, feeling everything was on the brink of spiraling out of control.

No, I must suppress her!

But... I don't have the strength!

Bam!

Suddenly, seizing a gap, Heidi exerted her strength and flipped him beneath her!

Then, her hands wrapped around his neck: "Die, you lowly creature!"

Even without casting spells, her formidable physical strength wasn't something an ordinary mortal could provoke!

Despite this power now being a fraction of what it once was, it was more than enough to overpower Hawthorne's frail body!

"Ugh—!"

Hawthorne couldn't breathe, and his eyes began to roll back. He tried to struggle, but his strength was insignificant compared to the witch's, and all resistance seemed futile!

Damn it, this creature still retained such strength!

It's no wonder Heidi hasn't finished being purified after all this time... Damn, the game's balance underestimated her!

The game... wait, the game!

In this dire moment of life and death, something suddenly flashed in his mind!

Heidi's characteristic in the game!

As the first witch tamed by players, Heidi's trait was that she was powerful but extremely sensitive—just a slight touch would make her go weak, and after a couple of rounds, you could subdue her!

Although he didn't know how things would work in the real world, there was no other choice right now!

As it happened, his hands were inside her nun's robe, and this witch wasn't wearing any underwear. So his hands moved down her body, caressing her flat, soft abdomen and curvaceous, full hips, before exploring her rich, smooth thighs...

"You—!"

The hands gripping his neck suddenly loosened, and Heidi's entire body went slack. Her eyes still carried hatred, but her body couldn't help losing strength!

It really worked!

Hawthorne seized the opportunity, flipped over, and pinned the witch beneath him again. Regaining the upper hand, his hand didn't stop: the pad of his middle finger found its way along the moist surface, then slowly entered...

"Ugh... you filthy creature, how dare you use your—oh—!"

Heidi let out an alluring moan, and her snow-white thighs instinctively clenched. Hawthorne then felt a powerful pressure assailing him from all sides, frantically oppressing and ravaging his poor middle finger.

The reaction was very intense!

That means I did it right!

But what should I do next?

How did Golden Finger work again?

Hawthorne began to clumsily move his fingers as countless instructional videos flashed through his mind. Suddenly, Heidi's waist arched slightly, her expression contorted, and the emotions in her cries became increasingly complex: "No—ugh ah—aaaaah!"

Suddenly, he felt a surge like a wave between his fingers, and then the body of the fierce and terrifying witch went rigid, her eyes lost focus, and she slowly collapsed onto the bed!

It seems... it was successful?

His heart raced, his breathing heavy, and as he gazed upon Heidi's dazed expression, flushed cheeks, and faint gasps, he felt a burning fire ignite within him!

Since... then why not...?

With that thought, he reached out his other hand, removing his own sleeping pants, and the menacing, enraged appendage sprang forth before Heidi's eyes.

As he thought of this, he then reached out with his other hand, pulling down his sleep pants, and the already furious and menacing figure pointed at the sky sprang forth before Heidi.

However, this witch, who had killed countless, was at this moment as weak as a thread of silk, even her curses lacked strength: "You lowly creature, I will never allow you to tarnish my noble body..."

Yet, it was already too late. The white light of Purification climbed up her body, and now she could not even revert to her original form, let alone use her powers.

Thus, Hawthorne lifted the hem of her nun's habit from below, and instantly, Heidi's delicate, flawless, and perfect body was exposed to his gaze!

He could no longer restrain himself, lunging forward, his left hand grasping one side, feeling the astonishing softness and elasticity, while his lips enveloped the bud on the other end.

Immediately, the already sensitive Heidi was made even more flustered by his series of actions, her fragrant sweat pouring down. She weakly pushed against his shoulders, her breath never ceasing for a moment, yet she continued to curse furiously: "Get away, you filthy bug, don't touch me... No, no, move away, go, you get away from me..."

Perhaps for the first time in her life, her voice carried a hint of an emotion called "fear."

Because she felt something slowly pressing forward, pushing aside there, probing inward—

Hawthorne's waist suddenly exerted force.

"Ah—!"

Heidi's eyes widened in shock, and as she realized what was happening, she felt the entire world shatter around her.

Two drops of humiliating tears streamed down the corners of her eyes.