The Story Inside the Castle (Part 1)

(I)
I am a nobleman. I am the only male in my family, so after my father died when I was two, his
title of earl passed to me. My mother died even earlier, passing away while I was being born, and my grandmother raised me.
No one knows exactly how old my grandmother is, because she looks no more than twenty years
old. She told me she was a witch. Of course, she only told me, since the hypocritical church is out there
hunting witches all over the world. At home, I can't call my grandmother "grandmother," I have to call her "sister." First, to conceal my identity. Second… 　　how would you feel
if you saw someone call a girl about their age "grandmother" ? 　　 My grandmother is a witch, but I didn't learn her skills. My fiefdom is too far from the Papal City, so I 　　have little connection with those priests. In fact, my fiefdom of Falk has a monastery, but no church. And 　　the head nun of that monastery is my sister. Why did my sister become a nun? The reason is simple: she is a 　　witch, and she doesn't want to get married. 　　 As a nobleman, I do practice some magic, but it's mostly simple water magic. The reason 　　is probably because I'm a part-time alchemist. Of course, I have little interest in alchemy; I usually make high- 　　level machinery and medicines. As a result, my small town at the foot of the mountain has a good harvest every year. The credit goes to 　　the fertilizers and very practical agricultural machinery I make. And my annual income is naturally not a problem. 　　 This year, according to the Papal calendar, is 1554, and I'm sixteen. There are two important events this year: my coming-of- 　　age ceremony and my engagement to the girl my grandmother has chosen. 　　 My coming-of-age ceremony is held at my sister's. But the content has absolutely nothing to do with that bastard Jehovah. 　　 The situation on that day was roughly like this: 　　 November 11th, 1554 (Papal calendar) 　　 : "Today is your sixteenth birthday. Go to your sister's for your coming-of-age ceremony." My grandmother 　　said this slowly and deliberately, while elegantly wiping her mouth after breakfast. 　　 After breakfast, I headed to the Faker City Monastery. However, to be honest, it was a terrifying place. Although 　　the monastery was built perfectly in accordance with religious doctrine and filled with the legendary sacred atmosphere, the sounds there seemed 　　rather strange to me. 　　 For example, today, when I, the lord of this place surrounded by forests outside the city, arrived under the protection of a female guard assigned by my grandmother (since my father passed away and my grandmother took over 　　, there haven't been any men in my family besides me), 　　the first thing I heard was sounds like "uh-huh" and "ah-ah." First, let's clarify two points: 　　there are no resident men in this monastery, and the nuns in the convent are definitely not men. So, there's only one conclusion: 　　my older sister was leading a group of nuns in an activity perfectly suited for male observation. 　　 Sure enough, in the convent's chapel, before the legendary image of God Jehovah, two 　　beautiful women, completely naked, were kissing each other on a pure wool carpet, the room filled with a strange fragrance. To be honest, if I didn't 　　know my sister very well, I certainly wouldn't have been able to tell whose bodies they were. Of course, although it was just my sister and 　　her companion there, the sounds weren't limited to the chapel. 　　 "Little brother's here." The older sister peeked out from the girl's arms, licking her lips with lingering desire, her face full of spring-like joy. 　　"I've already prepared your birthday present, but Grandma said we have a coming-of-age ceremony, so I'll 　　give that to you later." With that, the older sister stood up and casually grabbed a thin shirt to put on. These things 　　were commonplace for me. But unfortunately, due to Grandma's strict upbringing, although I 　　was adept at every step of these matters, I'd never actually done it. I wasn't particularly interested in the gift the older sister mentioned. 　　Because the gifts from previous years were either crosses from some bishop or works of art from some priest. Although 　　they were all priceless, for a big boy who was absolutely not committed to theological studies, they were only 　　good for selling for money. 　　 However, I didn't see the older sister's sly smile. Although the older sister didn't particularly like men, as a witch, she 　　had already experienced it long ago. To be honest, the reason my sister's convent was able to operate so smoothly was 　　largely due to the patrons of my sister and her sisters. Although priests and nuns 　　cannot marry, everyone in this world knows that. The best brothels are high-class 　　convents. They have beautiful nuns, and the clientele is always high-ranking clergy and nobles. And the soundproofing 　　is always top-notch. The confessionals here are separate for men and women, and only beautiful noblewomen can 　　use them. Of course, their bodies are divided into two parts by a partition; the upper part confesses to God, and the lower 　　part is absolutely naked… 　　 My coming-of-age ceremony was roughly the same as other noble youths, simply praying to God and then receiving 　　baptism. Of course, no strange liquids were used. I'm still very clean. After 　　washing my body with the spring water from Tian Sheng Mountain, my coming-of-age ceremony was complete. However, there was a problem. Why 　　were all the nuns naked? 　　 Although I don't have much to say about this, I still have two complaints: First, their skin was too white, 　　dazzling even indoors, and making me feel uncomfortable. Second, my lower body was 　　so swollen that I could feel pain. Fortunately, since my whole family is 　　n't interested in that bastard Jehovah, this symbolic process ended quickly. The subsequent bath, although my sister was still 　　naked, the cool spring water made me feel much better. 　　 The coming-of-age ceremony lasted less than an hour. I escaped. I had completely forgotten about the gift, 　　although I didn't know how serious a mistake I had made. 　　 Since I turned fifteen, my grandmother rarely cared about me. Because my father died early, although I 　　received a proper aristocratic education, I had very few noble connections. And although our family secretly 　　possessed considerable wealth, outwardly, our family, already in the realm of declining nobility, 　　received little attention. 　　 However, my grandmother, that old witch, was truly cunning. Although as an earl, I didn't have a standing army...

Team. However, Grandma had a secret female soldier unit under her command, trained using secret methods and fiercely loyal to her. On the surface
, these seemingly delicate girls were our housekeeper and maids.
"Master, the young lady's gift has arrived." It was our housekeeper, Zhuo'er, who spoke. This beautiful housekeeper
brought me a large box. Is this the gift my sister had been talking about? I looked at
Zhuo'er with a questioning gaze. She smiled wickedly and bowed as she left my bedroom.
The box my sister brought wasn't large. This large wooden box looked like something used to protect cultural relics.
"Another work of art?" I sighed. I reached out and began to disassemble this troublesome object. But
I felt something was wrong from the very first touch. I heard a breath. I immediately lifted the wooden board and discovered that what my sister had given me
was a little girl who was less than 1.5 meters tall. Although that's the case, her body was in perfect golden proportions
, seemingly with no room left for further development. Her hair was deep red. Her still-childish face was
smiling at me, and then I heard a heavenly voice.
"Good evening, my master."
With that, the naked girl propped herself up and placed an object in my hand.
"Please put this on me, my master."
I was startled awake by her words. The girl handed me a small bag containing a pure black leather collar and a
piece of paper. On the paper, my sister had only written: "This is a pet your sister gave you. Play with it!"
A pet? I shook my head. I didn't consider whether this girl could be my
wife, like in some novels. After all, my marriage had to be dedicated to the family's interests. Although
I was now practically the only heir to the family's interests (my sister and grandmother, being witches, were infertile), I still
had to consider their feelings. (Although it wasn't explicitly stated, who would believe my sister's actions were without ulterior motives
?) So, I readily fastened the collar around the girl's neck.
"Please give me a name, master." The girl's voice was beautiful, but her breath was weak.
"What's your real name?" I disliked naming things; the thought of names always made me feel confused.
“Feng’er. Big sister said Feng’er’s hair is the color of maple leaves.”
“Then use this.” I sighed. But then I realized that this little girl was taking off my pants.
“What are you doing?” I exclaimed.
“Big sister said that the first thing to do when you come to Master is to offer your body to Master.” Feng’er’s face was red,
but her eyes were very eager.
I was speechless, but after holding back for sixteen years, I still accepted my sister’s kindness. I reached out and took off my clothes, and carried this
little girl who just reached my chest to bed.
The little girl was very sensitive. Her breasts were also quite heavy. Just touching them made her orgasm. I
didn’t waste any more words, and using her already wet little hole, I aimed my fully erect weapon at her. However,
I realized something, my thing was too big for the little girl.
“Please don’t pity Feng’er, Master. Feng’er is Master’s pet and toy. If I can’t give Master pleasure,
Feng’er is just trash. So, Master doesn’t need to care about Feng’er.” Feng’er said this very firmly.
Moreover, I discovered that although my sister's skills were certainly not as good as my grandmother's, the gift she gave me was definitely not
substandard. Because when I forcefully inserted it, although it was stretched wide open and the inevitable
virgin blood flowed, there were surprisingly no other marks. Furthermore, the little girl gritted her teeth and endured
the pain she was bound to experience.
However, before I could even ask her anything, the girl started moving herself, uttering
lewd words like "Harder, I'm going to die." My weapon was tightly
wrapped inside her small hole, and even at the not-so-deep end, that soft flesh opened its little mouth and began to suck on my weapon. Of course,
as a virgin, my first time was quite disappointing; under the impact of the little girl's orgasm, I also ejaculated
for the first time in my life.
Afterwards, both the little girl and I were covered in sweat, but the little girl insisted on giving me a bath.
After a quick shower, the little girl had me sit on a small stool.
"Master, please wait a moment." Feng'er stood behind me. Although I was very curious, I knew that the mystery
was more interesting to keep. Then, I felt two firm little round balls and two large mounds of soft
flesh on my back.
"Did my older sister teach you everything?" I asked.
"My older sister said that Feng'er should try to meet your needs as much as possible. However, my older sister also said that Feng'er
is actually here to be your test subjects."
"Test subjects?" I suddenly remembered something.

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