Sometimes, if you want to see through a person's heart, you can't observe him in public, but you have to observe that person's behavior when he is alone.
Alpacino was the son of a farmer. He inherited the farmer's simple and kind character, but he was not a saint with no desires or desires. Only a saint would demand himself with the highest moral thought at all times, but Alpacino could not do that.
He is just a farmer's son, a warrior recruited by the Hawke Empire. He has his own private thoughts and desires, which are constrained by external factors in ordinary interactions between people, so they seem very inconspicuous and insignificant. But they do exist, and when there is no external restraint, Alpacino's desire breaks away from his fragile psychological defense and becomes an abyss that makes people sink.
He gently opened Eileen's coarse cloth belt, and then looked around like a thief. Fortunately, there seemed to be no one in front or behind the plain path. And the big rock he was on was in a relatively remote corner of the road, blocked by a small forest. Therefore, Alpacino believed that no one would discover what he was doing.
This once again encouraged his evil thoughts. Alpacino gently opened Irene's cloth robe, and then swallowed hard.
Although it was already night, Irene's white belly was particularly dazzling under the moonlight. There is no trace of fat on her unshakable waist, and her flat belly is dotted with a cute belly button.
"Compared with those women in the village, Irene's figure is so much better!" Alpacino couldn't help but think to himself.
He reached out tremblingly, and then gently touched Erin's belly. Her skin was as smooth as freshly boiled egg white. The delicate touch made Alpacino's heart tremble. He stroked Irene's abdomen with what he thought was the gentlest technique, and an expression of confusion and happiness gradually appeared on his face.
Suddenly, Erin let out a slight hum.
Alpacino felt as if his whole body had been electrocuted. He quickly looked at Irene and found that she just frowned and didn't seem to wake up.
Alpacino breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second his heart began to beat wildly again. It turned out that Irene's voice just now made Alpacino tremble, but this tremor made Alpacino startled.
"Irene?" Alpacino did not retract his hand, but called tentatively.
Erin made unconscious noises again, but she still didn't wake up.
Although it was just an unconscious voice, Irene's voice sounded to Alpacino like the most powerful aphrodisiac. He could no longer restrain his desire, reached out and gently hugged Irene, and then went to untie her underwear behind her.
The underwear came off easily.
"Although the face is ruined, this body is really perfect..." Alpacino couldn't help but think: "Perfect... perfect... Such perfect things are usually only owned by those big men. Why can't I? I can have it too. ! I can do it now!”
Alpacino's move finally woke up Irene. She opened her eyes in confusion and was about to ask what was going on, but a figure rushed over. Erin's back hit the hard stone. Fortunately, Alpacino had not completely taken off her coat, so Irene was not bruised this time.
"No! Help! Brother Regnar!" Irene was startled. She had no idea what was happening, but her naked upper body gave her a premonition of danger. So she screamed in fear, hoping that the man could hear her cry.
"Regna! It's Regna again! Why! I obviously like you too! My feelings for you are obviously not inferior to his! But why do you only have that brat in your heart!" The resentment in Alpacino's heart Completely infected by Irene's cry, he forgot all his conscience and simplicity, and just wanted to become a beast that followed his own instincts.
Erin lowered her head and looked down, and then she noticed that the man seemed to have been seen somewhere. At this time, Alpacino was tremblingly trying to take off Irene's sarong, but Irene's struggle made it difficult for him to succeed.
"Brother Alpacino?!" Erin then realized who was pressing on her, and she shouted in disbelief: "Brother Alpacino! What are you doing! Let me go! "
"..." Alpacino raised his head and looked straight. He looked at Irene's frightened face. Alpacino stayed for a moment, and then attacked Irene again without saying a word.
"No! Brother Alpacino! Don't do this! Brother Alpacino!" Irene struggled hard, but although she was a thirteenth-level priest, her physical strength was pitifully weak, and she had no strength at all. Can use magic to fight. So Erin's struggle plays almost a minimal role.
Alpacino suppressed Irene's long white legs arrogantly, and then reached out to unbuckle her belt.
"Brother Regnar! Brother Regnar!" Irene struggled feebly while calling out Regnar's name desperately. Tears of humiliation and fear flowed down the corners of her eyes. Irene didn't understand. She had never thought of hurting others, but why did others still hurt her? Is it because I am not kind enough? Or is it an inevitable problem that humans will always hurt each other
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Erin opened her eyes and found herself in nothingness. She looked around, and then asked in confusion: "Where is this place?"
"I called you here." A deep voice rang out: "What happened is an offense to me."
"Something happened..." Erin muttered again, and then she remembered what had just happened. Alpacino was pressing on him just now, trying to do something terrible to him...
"You... are you..." Irene asked with some horror.
"I am your faith," the voice answered.
"Oh God! Please save poor Irene! Irene... Irene..." Irene breathed a sigh of relief when she heard it was Pelor. She pitifully asked for Pelor's help.
"Don't be anxious, my child. Since I have arrived, I will naturally help you overcome this difficulty." Pero replied: "You have saved many lives in the past six months, allowing my glory to further shine among mankind. If it is spread, consider it a gift to you."
"Thank you, thank you!" Erin breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then tell me, how do you want that person to be punished?" Perot asked: "Since he dares to treat my believers like this, then it is an offense to me. Do you want to punish him with death?"
"Death?!" Irene was startled, and she quickly said: "No, no, no! Great God! Please don't do this! Irene... Irene doesn't want anyone to die! Irene only wants Al Brother Pachino, just don’t treat me like this!”
"..." Pero was silent for a moment, and then asked: "You saved his life, you helped him through difficulties, you gave him warmth and hope, but that person treated you like this. Even so , do you want to forgive him too?"
"Irene... Irene has never resented anyone... Irene just doesn't want to hurt others, nor does she want others to hurt herself..." Irene timidly replied: "Please..."
"Hahahahaha!" Pero suddenly laughed happily: "I don't want to hurt others, and I don't want others to hurt me... What a cowardly answer, what a brave answer! If you really believe that if you don't hurt others, others will Won't it hurt you?"
"Irene doesn't know either..." After experiencing so much, Irene didn't know whether her persistence was correct. But her kindness seemed to have become a habit in her blood, so she could only answer: "But no matter what others do, at least Irene, Irene will not hurt others!"
Although Irene was trembling in her previous words, it was only in the last sentence, only in the last sentence, that even Pero could hear her great courage and unswerving determination!
"Very good! I haven't seen a believer as brave as you for a long time." Pero nodded with satisfaction: "Then I will fulfill your wish and read it after me."
Peiro said a brief but somewhat convoluted spell. Irene repeated it obediently, and the next second, Irene found herself back on the empty plain again. At this time, Alpacino was still struggling to take off her sarong, but a golden light suddenly appeared from Irene's body.
The golden light hit Alpacino directly, and the soldier let out a cry of pain, and then he was knocked away by an invisible force.
As soon as Irene was freed from the restraints, she quickly climbed up from the stone. She jumped behind the stone, then exposed her head and carefully observed Alpacino.
It's really ridiculous. Even now, Irene is still concerned about whether Alpacino was injured by the blow just now.
However, Perro seemed to have fulfilled his promise, and Alpacino got up not long after. He scratched the back of his head where he had been hit, and then raised his head.
"Irene..." Alpacino's eyes no longer looked as greedy and enthusiastic as before. But he also did not lose his memory. Alpacino recalled the scene a few minutes ago and couldn't help but blush: "Irene... Irene, I..."