Saint Seiya Evil Skull

The White Pearl yacht was once again under Alubelisi's control. During this time, Freya once again experienced the thrill of yachting. However, under Alubelisi's guidance, she grabbed the steering wheel and drove forward. The Adriatic Sea was calm. After driving the yacht for a while, Freya suddenly felt that it was boring. She gave the driving seat to Alubelisi and went to prepare dinner.

After sailing for more than three hours, until dark, Arubelisi turned off the engine and turned on the anchor lights to prevent being hit by passing ships at sea. After a day of sailing, they had almost sailed halfway across the Adriatic Sea. By this time tomorrow, they should be out of the Adriatic Sea and officially enter the Mediterranean.

Albelisi gently pushed open the door and stepped inside. His eyes fell on Freya, who was wearing a lovely apron and busy at work. She held the recipe in one hand, while the other expertly manipulated the ingredients. Her face was smeared with white flour, making her look particularly charming.

Albelici did not bother Freya, but quietly walked aside and picked up the prepared sea bass. He decided to show Freya his cooking skills, so he began to carefully prepare a steamed sea bass.

As night fell, the table was filled with a dazzling array of delicious dishes. Although Alubelisi wasn't sure how they would taste, the appearance was undoubtedly exquisite. There was a variety of delicious dishes on the table, including steamed sea bass, a cold salad, pasta, and lobster. Finally, Freya opened a bottle of Bordeaux red wine. Although Alubelisi didn't note the exact vintage, he could imagine it must be quite expensive.

When Alubelisi saw Freya opening the red wine, he wanted to persuade her, but for some reason, he didn't say anything when it was on the tip of his tongue. Freya has grown up compared to before!

Perhaps it was because the dishes were simple, or perhaps it was because Freya had a natural talent for cooking, but the food tasted quite good. Freya didn't urge him to drink, as he'd expected. She simply sipped the wine and set it aside. She finished her glass of red wine from the beginning of the meal until the end, maintaining an elegant demeanor. Unlike Alubelisi, who drank half a glass at a time while eating, the last bottle of wine went straight into Alubelisi's stomach.

After Freya finished eating, she sat at the bow with her hands on her chin, staring at the stars in the sky in a daze. Albelici took a look and returned to the cabin. He took a cloak and walked over to Freya, putting it on her. "The Adriatic Sea is still a bit cold at night. Don't catch a cold."

Freya tightened her cloak and suddenly felt filled with happiness. She said, "When we were little, Hilda and I lived in cold Asgard. Our wish was to bring our people to a warm country. Unexpectedly, the people of Asgard have not yet realized our wish, but Hilda and I have realized it first." It turned out that Hilda had this dream when she was a child, and the Nibelung Ring of Poseidon, the god of the sea, only magnified the desire in her heart.

"The people of Asgard are living a happy life now. Although they still live in cold Asgard, they have everything they need and are no worse off than others," said Arubelisi.

"Yes! This is all because of you. Without you, relying on that stinky woman Hilda, the people of Asgard would probably still be maintaining the living habits of thousands of years, relying on the meager output of the land to make a living. Unlike now, they can live a well-off life without doing anything and have nothing to lack." Freya curled her lips. It was obvious that she had no confidence in her sister.

Arubelisi rubbed Freya's head and said with a smile: "Don't underestimate your sister. She is still capable."

"Hmph! She's not here now, so you don't have to flatter her in front of me. She can't hear you." Freya slapped away Aluberisi's mischievous hand in dissatisfaction, still treating herself like a child.

What could Albelisi say? Freya had a deep prejudice against her sister and it would take some time to convince her.

Albelici and Freya sat at the bow of the ship for a while and then returned to the cabin. After all, it was pitch black and they could see nothing but the stars.

After entering the cabin, a warm breeze washed over Albelici, making him feel exceptionally comfortable. Freya gracefully untied her cloak, revealing her snow-white silk suspender nightgown. The exquisite tailoring and soft texture perfectly outlined her graceful figure, exuding an irresistible charm.

Albelisi's gaze was instantly captivated, as if under a spell, unable to look away. His eyes widened, greedily admiring the beautiful woman before him. He had abstained from sex for two days, and now, upon seeing a charming little lamb like Freya, his desire surged like a burning flame.

There was a fiery light flashing in Albelisi's eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten everything, with only the desire and pursuit for Freya in his heart.

Freya stood there quietly, like a blooming flower, exuding an alluring fragrance, waiting for him to approach. If you look closely, you can see that the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, revealing a cunning look, "See if you can still hold it in? If you can, you might as well become a Ninja Turtle!"

Aluberisi slowly walked to Freya's side, stretched out his left hand to stroke her golden hair, and then her white arms, stroking until he reached the suspenders and gently peeled them open, revealing Freya's headlights that were beginning to take shape. He was not wearing any underwear, how bold!

Since Freya is ready, what can Alberich say? After all, he is not a real Ninja Turtle.

Without saying anything, Albelici picked up Freya by the waist and strode towards the bedroom. Soon, with Freya's cry of pain, he completed the transformation from a girl to a young woman.

An hour later, the sounds in the cabin grew weaker and hoarse. Albelisi looked at the red plum blossom marks on the bedsheets, then at Freya, the virgin, lying limp on the bed. The bottom of her suspender nightgown had ridden up to her waist, and both straps had slipped down below her chest.

Albelici pulled Freya's sling back to its original place and pulled the quilt over her. The little girl, who was having her first time, needed to take it slow and have a good rest.

Albelisi had just let out some steam, and after coming out, his emotions gradually calmed down. He slowly stood up and walked steadily towards the cabin. Once inside, he walked straight to the sofa and lazily sat down, assuming the classic "Ge You lying down" pose.

His eyes fell on the coffee table, where a box of cigarettes lay. He reached out and deftly pulled a cigarette from the pack. Then, he pulled out his lighter and flicked it, igniting a flame. He brought the cigarette close to the flame, lit the butt, and took a deep drag, feeling the smoke fill his lungs. He then slowly exhaled, watching it drift through the air.

Although it was late at night, Albelici was not sleepy at all. Freya was the third woman in his life and the youngest one. He thought that this life was enough, and the next thing was to protect them.

Albelisi stood up and slowly walked towards the bedroom door. He gently pushed it open and saw Freya had fallen into a deep sleep. Her breathing was steady and quiet, and there was a hint of a smile on her face.

Looking at Freya's sweet sleeping face, Albelisi felt a surge of warmth and satisfaction in his heart. He closed the door carefully, fearing to wake her up.

Since he couldn't sleep, Albelisi decided to find something to do. Since it was night, he could take advantage of the opportunity to set off early and enter the Mediterranean early. That way, Freya would be surprised and excited when she woke up tomorrow morning.

With this in mind, Albelisi quickly walked to the driver's seat, sat down, and started the engine. With a deep roar, the White Pearl set sail again, heading towards the Mediterranean.

The sea at night is calm and mysterious, and the moonlight shines on the sea, forming silver ripples.