nyslfriends #245 - Section 245
#245 - Section 245
Tristis trembled, her demon blood thoroughly stirred.
She knelt on the ground, eyes wide, fixed on the tutoring session.
The Cinderella she remembered was innocent, romantic, and lovely.
The Cinderella she had dreamed of meeting.
How could she suddenly become so… wanton?
Tristis couldn't find the right word, though she knew she shouldn't use such a term for Cinderella.
But watching this scene, the word instinctively flashed through her mind.
Time seemed to stretch on, as Tristis remained immersed in the shock of this sudden revelation.
The instinct within her body grew more intense with the explicit scene before her.
Just then, Rod, who had been engaged in private tutoring for quite some time, seemed to remember her existence.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a playful smile.
Then, holding Cinderella, he slowly walked towards Tristis.
The two stood before Tristis, who only needed to look up slightly to see Cinderella's broken expression.
Rod casually released Cinderella, who collapsed onto Tristis, forming a tower of bodies, one on top of the other.
Completely engrossed in the tutoring session, Cinderella was like a wild beast, entangled with Tristis.
Tristis, who had initially resisted, eventually succumbed to her own instincts.
Stimulated by Rod's aura, she gradually began to respond, even more intensely than Cinderella.
It was indeed as the saying goes.
The more reserved and conservative a woman is, the more uninhibited she becomes once her boundaries are broken.
After all, no one had ever been able to make him feel pressure before.
Fortunately, his basic theoretical knowledge and practical skills were exceptionally rich and solid, allowing him to withstand the pressure from two sides.
Only when Rod felt that enough knowledge had been imparted did he choose to activate his demon form, instantly overwhelming the two ignorant women.
The barrier slowly dissipated.
Rod, carrying the unconscious Tristis and Cinderella, instantly appeared in the second-floor bedroom of the villa.
He happened to see Mrs. Tremaine resting in the bedroom.
Dressed in casual black pajamas, she lay languidly on her side on the bed.
A fan in her hand gently fluttered, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, half-asleep.
Her posture was languid and sensual, her beautiful aura captivating.
It had to be admitted that Mrs. Tremaine's charm after awakening her elf bloodline was vastly different from before.
It wasn't just her figure and appearance, but more importantly, the natural and elegant aura she possessed.
The noble air of the elf race that emanated from her bones was even more impressive than Queen Karina, a high and mighty queen.
However, he hadn't expected Mrs. Tremaine to be in this room.
Wasn't this Tristis's room?
He probably got the location wrong again.
Rod shook his head, not surprised.
While spatial magic was convenient, it was normal for minor errors to occur without fixed coordinates.
If the distance was tens of kilometers, even a slight discrepancy could shift the target by hundreds of meters.
He was lucky he didn't end up stuck in the wall.
Hearing the noise, Mrs. Tremaine, who was resting on the bed, opened her eyes warily.
Then she saw the unconscious Tristis and Cinderella, and frowned slightly.
Her tone carried a hint of jealousy: "You just got back and you're already doing this kind of thing, you never seem to get enough."
Sensing the jealousy in her words, Rod casually tossed Tristis and Cinderella onto the bed.
He gently stroked Mrs. Tremaine's shoulder, his fingers sliding down to her waist, and playfully asked.
"What's wrong, are you jealous?"
Mrs. Tremaine sneered, her tone filled with sarcasm.
"Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"
She turned her head away, her earlobes slightly flushed.
How could she not feel anything after witnessing such a lewd scene?
Moreover, the demonic aura lingering on Rod's body inadvertently made Mrs. Tremaine feel a heat in her heart.
However, she would never admit such a thing.
Seeing Mrs. Tremaine being stubborn and putting on a brave face, Rod shook his head slightly and walked over directly.
Anyway, he wasn't short on time, he could just consider it an extra lesson.
Watching Rod slowly approach, Mrs. Tremaine felt a slight panic in her heart, and her eyes became uneasy.
"What do you want to do?"
Rod tilted his head.
"Don't you know what I want to do? Shouldn't you be very familiar with this sort of thing?"
With that, he directly picked up Mrs. Tremaine.
Mrs. Tremaine felt weak all over, pushing Rod away half-heartedly, ultimately choosing to submit.
Rod glanced around the room and suddenly saw a portrait hanging nearby.
In the portrait, Mrs. Tremaine stood next to a man with a happy smile on her face.
He was also familiar with this man, Sir Felix.
That was Mrs. Tremaine's deceased second husband.
Rod gently grabbed the hem of Mrs. Tremaine's skirt, which fell to her calves, and pulled it up to her waist.
Rod snapped his fingers, and a chair from his dimension instantly appeared behind him, and he sat down directly.
Then, facing the portrait, he lifted Mrs. Tremaine's body and gently lowered her.
Mrs. Tremaine frowned, looking at the portrait in front of her, her sense of shame instantly reaching its peak.
Her face flushed red, she turned her head to the side, trying to avoid it.
Although Sir Felix was already dead, she still felt an unspeakable sense of transgression when facing his portrait.
This feeling gave her the urge to die of shame and indignation.
The intense psychological stimulation reacted on her body, producing an indescribable and extreme sensation.
Seeing Mrs. Tremaine turn her head away, Rod immediately became unhappy.
He started tutoring here for this very atmosphere.
It would be pointless if this woman didn't cooperate.
Immediately, he leaned close to Mrs. Tremaine's ear and whispered.
"If you don't turn your head back, then we'll stop here."
With that, he stopped moving.
Mrs. Tremaine pursed her lips, lightly biting her lower lip, wanting to urge and beg, but unable to open her mouth.
The restraint in her heart prevented her from letting go of the last shred of dignity.
Although this bottom line and morality had been trampled on by Rod too many times, and she had become accustomed to it.
But she still wanted to maintain this last bit of dignity.
She could only actively cater to him, wanting to use the submission of her body to tell Rod her inner thoughts.
But no matter how Mrs. Tremaine begged with her actions, Rod seemed not to hear her.
After a moment, Mrs. Tremaine, finally unable to endure it, could only endure the shame in her heart and focus her gaze on the portrait.
Seeing Mrs. Tremaine obediently listen, a satisfied smile appeared on Rod's face, and he began this temporary extra lesson.
After it ended, Mrs. Tremaine knelt by the bed, her eyes glazed over and lost consciousness.
Rod was too lazy to clean up the tutoring room.
He casually cast a barrier and went to check on Mrs. Tremaine's two daughters.
During this time, he naturally couldn't avoid comforting them.
After all, the principle of equal distribution of rain and dew was to be fair and just.
After solving everything, almost four or five hours had passed.
There was nothing he could do, who told him to have such a large business in the fairy tale world?
This was only a part of it, if he had to settle everything, it would probably take several more hours.
Of course, this was also because he had enough time and liked to slowly tutor.
The result wasn't important, the main thing was to pursue the enjoyment of the process.
If he was short on time, he would directly activate his demon form.
It was estimated that it wouldn't take an hour to finish the battle.
Those who could persist for five minutes under his demon form were probably a very small minority.
Ordinary women would at most end the tutoring session in two or three minutes.
If he added the sharp increase from the imprint mark 783, this time would be shortened by more than half.
It wasn't impossible for such a thing as a complete collapse upon contact to happen.
Felix Manor didn't have too many things that needed to be resolved, this time he only came to solve the overly eager lovers.
Lest these women accumulate too much time and have any bad ideas.
Although with his strength, he seemed to have no need to worry about such things at all.
After all, he had the blessing of the demon physique, his body was like poisoned milk powder, anyone who had contact with him would become addicted to him.
Wanting to quit his needs with willpower alone was simply impossible.
Moreover, after being influenced by him, even if they encountered other men, they couldn't feel anything at all.
It was like a woman who had experienced a supercar, could she still be interested in a bicycle on the side of the road?
The principle was so simple, but just in case, it wouldn't hurt to work harder.
To add some insurance for himself.
What's more, he himself liked this process very much.
It could barely be considered as adding a little fun to his boring life.
"The matter with Aello should also be resolved."
Thinking of Aello, Rod immediately returned to the palace.
When he took Aello away from the Kingdom of Aalman, he had already promised Aello's father, Count Aalman, that he would send troops to help him deal with the army of the Marquisate of Chris.
The Marquisate of Chris was Snow White's country.