Compared to Amber, Barbara seemed a little smaller?
If Amber's rating was B+, then Stelle felt Barbara's was probably B-.
However, besides that, in terms of feel… Stelle subconsciously squeezed it, and silently appreciated it in his mind.
Hmm, not bad.
Hmm? No?!
Stelle's eyes widened.
He himself had said before: It's not good if a joke is taken seriously.
He didn't expect karma to come so quickly.
He was stunned for a moment, then wanted to quickly withdraw his hand.
But Barbara's strength was surprisingly great, and Stelle's first attempt ended in failure.
No, perhaps it wasn't that Barbara's strength was too great, but that he had no strength left.
Yes, his body began to react in a way Stelle didn't want to see due to Barbara's sudden move.
The room wasn't too big, and Stelle could even smell the fragrance emanating from his own body.
His body was getting hotter and hotter…
"Ba-Barbara, calm down, I was joking!" Stelle quickly said loudly to Barbara.
He was truly panicking. While he still had some rationality, he had to quickly persuade Barbara to stop.
Playing like this could easily lead to serious trouble, and besides, the environment wasn't very good.
Although this room didn't have a bed, it had a large and soft sofa, which was perfectly fine for the two of them to lie on.
Moreover, this was originally a place for idle items, located in a very secluded part of the Westwind Church, and no one would come there.
In other words, the two people in this room now had all the conditions for doing something bad.
"Stelle…" Barbara's cheeks were very red, but her expression remained firm.
She had already made up her mind, so how could she back down at this moment?
And, whether Stelle was joking or not, she decided to finish what she started.
Although it sounded a bit despicable to think this way, if Stelle was willing to… with her, then her own sister would definitely be fine.
In essence, she would also have Stelle's leverage in her hands.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me, this is all for my sister," Barbara thought with some pain.
Little did she know, all these thoughts and physical impulses at this moment were completely influenced by Stelle.
Barbara didn't retreat but advanced, not letting go of Stelle's hand. Instead, she forcefully pulled Stelle in front of her and actively burrowed into Stelle's embrace.
"Stelle, do you hate me?" Barbara looked up, her eyes watery, making Stelle constantly swallow.
"Of course I don't hate you, but…" Stelle struggled to maintain his rationality, and couldn't help but complain in his mind.
Why did Barbara also have to ask such a question, just like Amber?
How could he hate her? But even if he liked her, it didn't mean two people had to do such things!
"Since you don't hate me, then Stelle will definitely accept me. Come on, all the mistakes my sister made, I will bear them all." Barbara didn't give Stelle another chance to speak. She actively stood on her tiptoes.
"Hmm…"
Barbara shyly closed her eyes.
Such a comfortable feeling…
Barbara, inexperienced in such matters, was completely clueless about this. At most, she had secretly read the romance novels her sister hid in her office, and was just following what was described in the book.
The book described it very sweetly, and Barbara occasionally fantasized about it curiously, but she would quickly blush and throw those thoughts out of her mind.
After all, it was still too early for her.
It wasn't until today that she realized that what the novel described was completely accurate, and even… a bit conservative.
'I can't be blamed for this.' Stelle finally couldn't restrain himself either.
He actively embraced Barbara's body and pressed her down onto the sofa.
His rationality gradually faded. This time, the duration he lasted showed no improvement compared to the last time.
There was nothing he could do. He was already considered a person with relatively strong willpower.
But Barbara being so proactive was like a surging flood repeatedly impacting a dam on the verge of collapse.
He couldn't stop it, he simply couldn't stop it.
Sorry, Acting Grand Master Jean…
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Barbara's cheeks were flushed, and she lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, looking lost in thought.
Stelle sat beside her, using a wet towel he had taken from outside to wipe her body.
He, on the other hand, was fully dressed. He didn't know why, but every time after it ended, he felt refreshed and full of energy, without any feeling of fatigue.
So, whether it was Ann's time or this current one, she was the only one who could handle the aftermath.
"Stelle…" Barbara's voice was slightly hoarse. If this place wasn't secluded enough, and if Stelle hadn't occasionally covered Barbara's mouth, someone might have followed the sound.
Thinking about it, they were truly bold enough.
"Sigh, what should I do?" Stelle sighed.
"I'm sorry, I, I just wanted to compensate…" Barbara had somewhat regained her senses now, shyly curling up and covering her chest.
"How can this be considered compensation? And I was just joking earlier, I didn't mean to hold you or Acting Grand Master Jean accountable!" Stelle annoyedly patted Barbara's little bottom.
As Barbara let out a shy sound, Stelle nodded with satisfaction.
Now was the sage time; doing such things was completely fine.
"I'm sorry, truly sorry…" Barbara's mind was in a mess now, and she could only keep apologizing.
She didn't know why she had been so impulsive at the time, completely unlike herself, giving in so easily…
However, this feeling was truly comfortable. Just when it was almost over, she, as if having tasted the sweetness, pulled Stelle's hand for another round.
"Don't say sorry, I'm also at fault… or rather, it should all be my fault." Stelle sighed deeply, rubbed Barbara's head, and then said to Barbara what she had previously said to Ann:
"I'll take responsibility."
She was not someone who would abandon others after using them; it was impossible for her to pull up her pants and disown someone.
Although she didn't know how to explain it to Ann, and even less how to explain it to Acting Grand Master Jean.
And in the future, what if her relationship with Ann was discovered by Barbara, or if she and Barbara were discovered by Ann… what then?
Just thinking about it made her head ache.
"Mm, Stelle…" Barbara rubbed against Stelle's palm, a sweet smile appearing on her face.
"Alright, quickly put on your clothes. It'll be bad if someone comes over soon." Stelle turned around, picked up Barbara's clothes, and helped her put them on.
Barbara was still blushing, but having no strength, she could only let Stelle help her.
"Cough, Barbara, this…" When Stelle picked up the white silk fabric, an embarrassed expression immediately appeared on her face. "How about we just make do for now?"
Just now, due to annoyance and a certain psychological impulse, she had simply torn a hole in it. If she were to put it on Barbara now…
"No, it's fine, I live at the church, I can go back and change quickly." Seeing the item in Stelle's hand, Barbara was also extremely shy, stammering softly.
"Oh…" Stelle smiled awkwardly.
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