Labelle frowned, she just guessed that Chris had something unfaithful to the kid, but it was just on a mental level, she didn't expect it to be so big.
She just wanted to pretend that nothing had happened.
"Time stops."
Labelle's frowning stopped at that moment.
The fear on Carl's face faded away. He stood up straight and looked directly at Labelle. Her cheeks were relatively neutral, and her long military career gave her clear lines, giving people a sense of heroism.
He is the type who is very popular among the soldiers.
I just didn't expect that he was so abnormally normal when it came to men and women. Could it be that there were too many perverts around him that led him to misjudge the world?
Of course, he won't stop even after doing this.
He reached out and untied the armor around her waist.
Although I saw it once yesterday, I was still impressed when I saw it again. It was really clean.
Carl aimed and rubbed it very slowly.
After just a moment, I could clearly feel a wetness on my head.
The time stop ends.
Labelle frowned and wanted to push Carl away. She didn't hate Carl. After all, no woman would refuse a handsome little boy, just like a man could not refuse a pretty little loli.
But her reason prevailed.
When Labelle reached out to push Carl away, he suddenly felt a strange electric shock in his body, followed by a muddy feeling.
She is a grown woman and certainly knows what this feeling is.
What followed was confusion and self-doubt.
Just being touched by this little boy, my body prepared itself. Am I actually a pervert?
Karl watched as she froze halfway through pushing the ball, and he knew that she had sensed something strange. This was how humans were, regardless of gender.
When hormones begin to be secreted in the brain, the brain will be affected by the hormones.
Labelle paused for only a few seconds, his eyes regained their firmness once again: "Stand back..."
"Time stops."
Keep rubbing.
"The time stop is over."
Labelle's legs went weak and she almost fell. She felt terrible at the moment. The feeling was even stronger than before, as if she was going to explode in the next second.
"Am I really a pervert?"
Labelle looked at Carl with a complicated expression, perhaps it was the little boy that she really liked.
Isn't this the pervert she hates the most?
Is it me who is perverted?
Her mind was in a mess.
"Sister Labelle, Sister Chris taught me that it will heal just by rubbing it." Carl said cautiously.
Labelle has been thrown into a state of limbo.
Hearing Chris's name, she gritted her teeth. If Chris could do it, why couldn't she do it? And she thought that Karl was Chris's thing.
She could use it secretly, and it seemed as if something was opened in a dark corner of her heart.
Labelle looked around. This was a corridor, so she didn't feel comfortable staying there. "Come with me."
"Oh~" Carl responded.
Labelle took him to another study room and closed the door.
She looked at Carl in front of her, and calmed down a little, and her head once again occupied some height.
"What on earth am I doing?"
But Karl didn't give her time to react and immediately hugged her. Due to his height, Karl didn't even reach her chest.
Labelle was suddenly hugged, and a strange maternal feeling arose in her heart that she had never felt before.
She looked at Karl’s height and sat down on a wooden chair nearby. This was just the right height. She turned her head away: “Hurry up.”
Chapter 38: Quite Exciting
Labelle is over meters tall. Her long-term knight training has made her body different from the delicate body of ordinary women. Instead, you can vaguely see the muscular lines.
When she sat, she was half a head taller than Carl.
Fortunately, she was only sitting on the edge of the chair, giving Carl enough room to stand between her long legs.
"faster."
Labelle urged in a low voice. Although he was no longer at the door of the study, he thought that the room across the street was discussing the completion of the city preservation while they were doing such a ridiculous thing here.
She wondered if she had been bewitched.
Of course, this strange thought only flashed through my mind.
Labelle is not one to back away from responsibility.
"Sister Labelle, I..." Carl had an innocent look on his face, and he tried to pull at the knight armor on her waist, but he couldn't pull it off.
Labelle's eyes were subtle and his expression was melancholy. He smiled bitterly and reached out to untie the armor around his waist.
She didn't untie all the knots, for she was worried that it would be troublesome if someone suddenly came in.
With her help, Carl finally came over to her.
Labelle felt his little hands moving around on his body, and it was a very strange feeling.
The next second, her expression froze, and she suddenly reached out, held Karl's chin, and lifted his head slightly.
Don't let him look down.
"Sister Labelle?" Carl looked puzzled.
"Don't look with your eyes." Labelle looked calm, but she was actually very panicked. She suddenly realized that she was born different.
And just now I felt a strange muddy feeling.
She didn't dare to think about what the visual effects would be now.
Even though Karl is a child and may not understand, she still has to save face.
"Ah?" Karl showed an expression that said, "I think you are just trying to embarrass me," and said innocently, "But I can't find a seat this way."
There is some truth in what he said.
Labelle sat and he stood.
Even though Labelle was only sitting on the edge of the chair, it was really difficult for him to judge his position in this strange posture.
Labelle also realized that his request was somewhat embarrassing for the child.
After a brief silence, she extended her other hand.
"Good guy."
Although Carl couldn't see it, he clearly felt that he was being held. This actually saved him a lot of trouble. He didn't have to use his brain, he just had to use force.
But the downside is that he is completely controlled by Labelle.
He has almost no maneuverability.
Labelle held his chin with one hand and guided him with the other, feeling a strange feeling in his heart as he watched the little boy working hard in front of him.
No wonder Chris likes this.
It’s really... quite exciting.
In the study, there were only two suppressed breathing sounds.
. . .
Chris walked out of the study door quickly, and her eyes first fell on Labelle. She looked her up and down and saw that she was standing straight and calm.
He was visibly relieved to find that there was nothing wrong with her.
She was secretly glad that Carl kept his promise to her and did not attack her good friend Labelle.
Labelle felt extremely guilty after doing something ridiculous just now, and had been carefully observing the changes in Chris's expression.
From Chris's tense nerves to her gradually relaxed shoulders, Chris was obviously worried that she would find out her secret from Carl.
In this delicate moment.
Labelle's heart suddenly "thumped" and beat violently.
This kind of stealing of her best friend's things made her feel a strong sense of moral condemnation, but also brought her an inexplicable excitement that she had never experienced before.
Behind Chris, a mature woman in clerical robes walked out. Her long hair was simply tied up at the end and she had a gentle and charming smile on her face.
Labelle saluted quickly: "Bishop Victoria."
At the same time, a man dressed in gorgeous aristocratic clothes walked out of the study.
He had a handsome appearance, even revealing a hint of femininity, and had a smile on his face. When he glanced at Carl, he took a closer look.
Labelle just glanced at him without saluting.
Although there is no introduction.
Carl could also guess that this person was Count Heyman of San Marino.
Count Heiman was a little feminine, but his tone was firm: "Then, I'll leave it to you in the church. As long as you can get solid evidence, I will report it to the empire immediately. I hope the church can understand."
"Of course." Bishop Victoria smiled and said, "We fully understand your concerns. Don't worry, everything we do is for the life of San Marino."
The two men exchanged greetings, and Count Heyman personally escorted them to the door.
His eyes kept sweeping over Karl inadvertently, then quickly retracted.
This subtle movement certainly did not escape Carl's eyes.
Carl frowned.
"Time stops."
The whole world stopped again.
Carl came before Count Heyman. There were no ribbons coming out of his nostrils and ears, so it seemed that he was not infected.
He looked at it carefully and suddenly realized that although Count Heyman was over 40 years old, he was well maintained and his skin was unexpectedly delicate. If you looked closely, he even looked a bit androgynous.
"Am I a pervert? I think every man is pretty good."
Carl stretched out his fingers, unzipped his pants, took a glance, then withdrew his hand in disgust, confirming that it was a man.
He instantly lost interest in Count Heyman and turned to look at Victoria.
This mature woman looks to be only in her thirties, but she has a mature aura, and her nun's robe cannot hide her curvaceous figure.
Especially the bulging chest.
Carl unbuttoned her shirt and compared her with Chris.
"Chris must have picked it up." Carl pouted. It doesn't make sense that the mother is close to F and the daughter is not even B.
Karl looked at Victoria's mature figure and thought of the agreement with Chris not to attack her mother.
After a period of inner struggle.
Finally, the small head controlled the big head and poked it a little.
It really was just a moment.
Carl just wanted to confirm whether she was a symbiote. Since she was tighter than he imagined, he didn't dare to do it for too long. He only soaked a small half of her for a while and then took it back.
He didn't want to add to the problem.
The time stop ends.
On the carriage.
