GOBLIN'S HAREM- CH-75. The Plump Elf Mother

She was now wearing a white long dress, which outlined her graceful and elegant figure, highlighting her extraordinary temperament.

The flawless white skirt gently brushed her ankles. She looked like a goddess from heaven, exquisitely beautiful, noble, and inviolable.

Her figure appeared even more striking against the backdrop of the long skirt, especially the outline of her chest, which formed a perfect arc under the fabric. This not only accentuated her charm but also showcased her noble demeanor.

After Babel put on the new clothes, her round, soft shoulders connected to her slender neck, revealing a noble and inviolable aura.

The long skirt clung tightly to her delicate body, delicately outlining the slenderness of her legs and the fullness of her hips. Its graceful lines were subtly suggestive.

Babel's figure was like a ripe peach, exuding mature charm that made it difficult to look away.

She was as beautiful as a peerless beauty, with red lips, a pink neck, firm and full breasts, and plump, rounded hips. Her figure was perfectly balanced, neither too thin nor too heavy.

Her skin was as crystal clear as jade and as smooth as cream, undoubtedly soft and delicate to the touch. Her proud proportions looked even more captivating under the soft light, enough to make any man's heart race.

Of course, this did not apply to Lorraine's loyal subordinates.

From a distance, Babel's face became clearer.

Her straight nose and bright eyes seemed veiled with a layer of moist mist, making her gaze as deep as autumn water, like a bottomless pool. Her careful makeup enhanced her beauty, making her appear inviolable and exceptionally elegant.

Babel's delicate, straight nose, soft lips, and uniquely pointed yet rounded chin added a touch of tender charm to her otherwise cold beauty.

Overall, Babel's appearance was flawless. Every detail about her radiated natural dignity and extraordinary beauty, leaving a deep impression at first glance.

Her face perfectly combined slender eyebrows, crystal-clear pupils, a delicate nose, tender cherry lips, and porcelain-like cheeks.

These features together outlined her natural purity and charm, making it easy for anyone to fall for her.

Under Lorraine's questioning, Babel had no choice but to succumb to his authority. She blushed, feeling deeply ashamed, yet she spoke in a low, trembling voice, "I know... I understand... right?"

Lorraine felt an irrepressible sense of satisfaction. The pleasure of complete control filled him with joy.

He gently approached Babel, leaning closer to her in a deliberately teasing, low voice.

Babel wisely lowered her head and asked softly, "I know, Master Lorraine~"

Faced with Lorraine's teasing, Babel felt a wave of shyness. She blushed and lowered her head, her voice so soft it seemed only the wind could hear it.

She whispered, almost inaudibly, the nickname that made Lorraine's heart race, her tone laced with helplessness and vulnerability, "This is all right."

Every word seemed to tremble, as if seeking a hint of relief in the heavy air.

At that moment, Lorraine felt his strength and desire surge to their limits. His eyes fixed on Babel's rosy cheeks and trembling brows, realizing he had completely conquered this noble elven mother.

Under Lorraine's relentless and harsh teaching, Babel's heart was filled with endless pain and humiliation.

Every strike brought her severe pain, almost unbearable.

Lorraine had become deeply addicted to this control and domination. Each stimulation drove him further into this game of power.

Her voice choked with sobs and despair, a trace of pleading escaping her trembling lips, "Ah... please don't do this... or... just kill me. Don't humiliate me anymore... don't hit me..."

Tears filled her eyes, leaving clear trails on her pale cheeks. Yet, her eyes still flashed with unyielding light, maintaining the nobility and dignity of the Elf Mother.

Though her voice was filled with helplessness and sorrow, she still tried to preserve her dignity, even in such a desperate situation.

In the secret room, Lorraine witnessed Babel's remarkable resilience and dignity, even in pain. This only deepened his desire to conquer her.

His movements grew more intense and ruthless. Time seemed to lose meaning in that closed space. All that remained was the rising tension and escalating conflict.

Lorraine's sudden action was filled with cruel decisiveness. His palm struck Babel's soft body, producing a sharp, loud slap.

This blow was not just physical but also a challenge to Babel's mental limits.

Babel's body shook violently from the force, the pain quickly spreading from the point of impact throughout her body. She bit her lips tightly, trying not to make a sound.

Yet, her trembling shoulders and tightly closed eyes revealed her struggle to endure the intense pain and humiliation.

Even in this moment, she tried to maintain her dignity. Though her body was conquered, her spirit still fought silently.

The air seemed to buzz with tension, the atmosphere in the secret room growing heavier.

Babel trembled, her voice low and desperate, "I dare not, husband, I truly dare not!"

Seeing her mother being "abused" by Lorraine, Jenna could no longer remain still. She rushed forward to confront him.

However, a single glance from Lorraine was enough to freeze her raised arm in mid-air.

She recalled how Lorraine had treated her the previous day and feared that any resistance would result in similar abuse.

So, she suppressed her inner sorrow, retreated to the bed, and curled up into a ball, watching her mother endure Lorraine's cruelty.

At that moment, a pained expression flashed across Babel's beautiful face, contrasting sharply with her noble demeanor.

She wore a long white dress. Even in pain, she did not lose her heroic bearing and peerless beauty as the Elf Mother. It seemed no man could resist her noble, cold beauty and would instinctively want to kneel at her feet.

Lorraine was captivated by Babel's cool and elegant temperament. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Mother, you are dressed so beautifully that I can't control myself!"

Babel responded softly, her voice tender and delicate, each word dripping with honey yet tinged with despair, "Please, I am willing to do whatever you ask, as long as you let my daughter go..."

Lorraine did not answer immediately. His eyes remained fixed on Babel, and with every subtle movement she made, a complex emotion flickered in his gaze.

As she approached, the fire in his heart seemed to grow stronger, his desire and need for control intertwining into an irrepressible passion.

Every step Babel took seemed to strike a chord in Lorraine's heart. Her plea was not just for her daughter's freedom but also a silent test of Lorraine's limits.

Her eyes held a mix of fear and determination, each breath giving life to her carefully performed plea.

At that moment, the room seemed to hold only their breathing and heartbeats, time itself appearing to stand still.

Spank!

However, as Babel tried to draw closer, Lorraine felt a domineering impulse surge within him. He couldn't help but reach out and slap Babel's plump, rounded buttocks with a sharp sound.

This slap brought a complex mix of emotions.

Babel's heart leaped at the sudden movement. Her body instinctively tried to escape, shifting slightly in the opposite direction as she breathed heavily.

Yet, Lorraine seemed entirely consumed by the fire in his heart. His eyes glowed with a fanatical light as he continued with a wild laugh, "What are you doing? Can't you see I want to teach you a lesson? Look at your beautiful figure—it's truly top-notch. If I don't punish you severely and discipline you, it would be a waste of God's gift. Just let me enjoy correcting you. It's thrilling, ha..."

Babel panicked, her voice delicate yet pleading, "Lorraine, I am the Elf Mother. How dare you treat me so rudely? Put me down! How can you do this... Don't... hit me..."

After being spanked so harshly by Lorraine, Babel's voice was filled with weak protest and obvious panic. A tear glistened in her eye, making her appear fragile and desperate.

As for the elf princess Jenna, she could only curl up at the foot of the bed, covering her eyes with her hands, unwilling to witness her mother being forced to submit to Lorraine.

Lorraine gently held Babel's slender waist, and they slowly walked toward the bed. Then, he reached out his hand to Jenna.

Jenna saw Lorraine's hand through the gaps between her fingers. She observed his every move, waves of panic rising in her heart, "It's over, it's over. This man, Lorraine, wants to torture me again."

'What should I do? The only person who could save me, my own mother, has been captured by him. There's no one left to save us. It's over, it's over. He's going to torment me again.' Thinking of this, Jenna recalled the scene from the previous day when Lorraine had bullied her, and a blush spread across her face.

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