Late Night Visitor

During dinner, Morty realized that not only was Rebecca, who was doing an experiment, absent, but Leona was also absent.

"Are those two women made of iron?"

Morty complained, but it was better if they didn't appear. That way, he could save a lot of food.

"By the way, Sarah, how much food do we have at home?"

The freckled maid was stunned when she heard him call her. She raised her head and thought about it carefully for a while. Then, there was a troubled look on her face.

"There are only a few loaves of bread and corn left, Young Master."

The other maid also had a bitter expression on her face as she muttered, "That's right, Young Master. We haven't eaten meat for a long time…"

As Morty had always been approachable, the two maids were not so restrained in front of him.

Hearing this, Morty was also helpless. He took a bite of his bread and thought, 'It seems that I have to think of a way to sell some corn for money.' It just so happened that Leona had given him some silver coins previously, so it was still possible to improve his life.

As for hunting…

He had never thought that he had almost lost his way in the forest while chasing a rabbit. It could only be said that he did not have the talent to hunt.

After dinner, Morty wandered around the field again, picking the ripe corn and putting them in the box, planning to take it to town to sell when he had time.

Just as he was about to return to his room, he suddenly heard someone yelling from the side.

"Is it that crazy woman?"

Morty walked over curiously and saw Leona wearing her black tights again. She was practicing her fist against the tree.

Under the moonlight, her body was moving around, her fists and legs waving. Her face was red, and she was sweating profusely. Her black tights completely outlined her tall and graceful figure, and her full breasts kept swaying with her movements.

Morty couldn't help but swallow.

Leona also noticed him at this moment. She stopped and looked at him meaningfully. She didn't say anything and walked to the pond by herself.

Was she going to take a shower again?

A hint of desire appeared in Morty's eyes, but in the next second, he quickly shook his head and threw away those wretched thoughts.

If he peeked again, he would probably be beaten up again. He wouldn't be able to gain any advantage, so he might as well not look.

With that thought in mind, he turned around, took a deep breath, and returned to the manor.

When he passed by Rebecca's room, he heard the sound of boiling liquid. Morty wanted to push the door open and go in to take a look, but the door was locked from the inside. He didn't insist and returned to his room, collapsing on his bed.

After he relaxed, he couldn't help but recall the image of Leona bathing in the pond that night.

Her snow-white body flashed across his mind, and his lower body reacted unconsciously.

"Haa…"

With a long sigh, Morty sat up and looked at his straightened crotch. He whispered, "My little brother, it's not that I don't want to help you, but that woman is too violent…"

After muttering a few words, Morty lay on the bed and covered his head, planning to use this method to calm himself down.

Gradually, a sense of sleepiness welled up in his mind, and he fell asleep in a daze.

Dong, dong, dong—

The sudden sound of footsteps outside the door made Morty jolt and sit up.

Who could it be at this time?

Could it be Sally and the others?

Just as Morty was feeling puzzled, the door to his room was suddenly pushed open. Then, a figure flashed in and quickly closed the door.

"You…"

Morty looked at the person in a daze, his eyes full of shock and confusion.

"Le-Leona? What are you doing here?"

It was Leona. She looked like she had just taken a shower. She was wearing a short skirt, and her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders. There were still water droplets on her smooth thighs.

The most shocking thing about her was the dress she was wearing. Due to the water on her body, it stuck tightly to her skin. Her chest was raised high, and the lines of her lower body were clearly visible.

She wasn't wearing any inner lining!

Leona didn't seem to expect that Morty would still be awake. She was stunned for a moment, and her face quickly flushed. But soon, her expression became firm as she walked towards Morty.

"You, what do you want?"

Morty moved back, his eyes full of vigilance.

"What do I want? Isn't it obvious enough?"

Leona said in a trembling voice. She raised her hand and gently lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her round thighs.

Morty swallowed his saliva and immediately turned around. He shouted, "If you don't go out now, I'll—"

"Shush!" A fragrant hand gently covered his mouth.

Leona blushed. She had used up all her courage to come here tonight. If anyone saw her, she would rather die.

Looking at Morty who was still struggling desperately to restrain himself, made her furious. This bastard was clearly a pervert, yet he still pretended to be a good person.

At the thought of this, she grabbed Morty's shoulder and forcefully turned his body around. Then, she raised her hand and took off her dress.

Her skirt fell off, and there was nothing left to cover her body.

Under the moonlight, her fair skin shone like ivory. The curves of her body were perfect in an S shape. Her breasts, which were at least E-cup size, were very perky and did not show any signs of sagging. The two bright red tips on the top made people have the urge to suck on them.

Her legs were long and straight, and some water droplets were on them, adding a hint of charm. Her lower body was clean, without a trace of hair.

Morty's breathing was heavy. Any normal man who saw this image would not be very calm.

Calm down, calm down!

Morty kept reminding himself that this woman was not simple. He should not provoke such a woman for a moment of desire.

However, the fragrance of her body and shower gel kept coming into his nose, almost making him delirious.

"Come on. Don't resist," Leona took a firm step forward and took a deep breath. She grabbed Morty's hand and placed it on her chest.

A shockingly soft touch came from her palm. Morty swallowed his saliva, and his lower body had already become erect uncontrollably.

Leona noticed this and heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time, she was a little nervous.

The good news was that this man could not resist her charm. The bad news was that she was going to be violated by this man.

But since she had already decided, she had nothing to hesitate about.

Gritting her teeth, she raised her hand and gently grabbed Morty's hard member. She gently pushed him onto the bed and pressed him down. Her full lips covered Morty's mouth.

At this point, the last bit of rationality in Morty's heart had been washed away by desire. He flipped them over and pressed Leona under his body. He turned from defense to offense and kissed her crazily. At the same time, he reached out and rubbed her breasts which he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Lightly, gently…" Leona gritted her teeth and forced herself not to make a sound.

The two's rapid panting echoed in the room.

Finally, Morty couldn't take it anymore. No matter what the woman's purpose for coming here tonight was, he had to take her down completely.

He took off his clothes in a few seconds, and his erect member made Leona's eyes flash with desire and fear.

"So big…"

Morty smiled smugly and did not rush in. Instead, he slowly leaned over and started kissing Leona's forehead. His tongue slid down her high nose bridge, plump lips, slender neck, and slender collarbone. It stopped for a moment on her full breasts, and the tip of his tongue twirled on the red nipples.

"Ah— That tickles!"

Leona moaned, her body trembling slightly.

Morty smiled, and his tongue continued to slide down her firm belly, finally stopping between her hips.

"Don't~"

Leona clamped her legs together.

"That place is dirty."

Morty did not force her. He straightened his back and slowly helped her up.

"I helped you just now. Now it's your turn to help me."

Leona looked at the huge object in front of her, and her face was so red that it looked like she could drip blood. She stuttered, "H-how can I help?"

Morty didn't say anything. He straightened his back slightly and tapped Leona's rosy lips with his lower body.

"Use your mouth, understand?"