Chapter 151 Pregnant Freya

Dark Holy Tower, 399th floor.

A burst of light lit up.

Freya walked out of the teleportation array slowly and walked towards the reception room where Vlad was at this time.

Just after turning the corner, a beautiful blonde witch with an extraordinary temperament came towards them.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the blonde witch first showed a bright smile and greeted Freya politely.

For the kindness of others, Freya, who returned to Vlad's side at this time, was no longer as cold and unkind as before.

With a slightly stiff expression, she smiled and nodded to the beautiful witch.

The two just exchanged a few casual polite words and said goodbye.

Looking at the graceful figure disappearing around the corner, Freya slowly turned around and continued to walk towards Vlad's reception room.

She knew this blonde witch, her name was Miraya.

In the first motion of the Dark Council last time, she made a lot of headlines.

The other party has been running to Vlad very frequently recently. They came here at this time to confirm the infiltration quota.

Recently, there are many small forces that have such ideas, so that Freya has to go to the reception room to see Vlad.

However, for some reason, she always feels that this witch named Miraya is running too hard.

Freya walked to the door of the reception room, and a faint light swept across, and the warning magic circle blocking the reception room quietly dissipated.

Freya has the right to enter the reception room directly, so she does not need to report to others before entering.

"There are really many small forces that have come to you recently."

Entering the reception room, I just saw Vlad leaning on Sonia, enjoying the finger pressure from the close-fitting maid behind him with a calm face.

Sonia's face was blushing, her eyes were resentful, and a pool of spring water had gathered in her eyes.

In a place that Freya couldn't see, a big hand had already penetrated into the black lace dress, constantly touching her soft and smooth leg skin.

Every time he teased her inadvertently, Sonia's eyes became more blurred and resentful.

Just as she was sleeping in the ambiguous massage atmosphere with Vlad, Sonia thought that this time she would finally climb onto Vlad's body.

Suddenly seeing Freya coming, she was immediately disappointed.

Opening his eyes, while answering Freya's question, he quietly withdrew his palm between Sonia's legs.

Of course, Vlad could feel Sonia's mood, like a little resentful woman, looking at her delicate red lips, she looked like she could hang a bottle of oil immediately.

Not only did Vlad feel amused, he also slapped the other's increasingly plump, full and perky buttocks.

"Pah~!"

A crisp sound came.

Sonia first bit her red lips tightly and protested silently to Vlad in dissatisfaction. She was not Aunt Amelia who liked this kind of thing...

Hey~, seeing Vlad's half-smiley face, Sonia suddenly understood something.

She ran out happily immediately.

The smile on the corner of his mouth made Freya think that Vlad's palm had some magic.

At this time, Sonia had already thought of it. She seemed to remember that every time Vlad went to whip Aunt Amelia's plump buttocks, he asked Aunt Amelia to prepare the tools first, preparing... the prelude to exercise.

Could it be...

Thinking of this, Sonia's pace not only accelerated a bit.

"Dear, I haven't been with you well recently. You won't blame me, will you?" Vlad walked to Freya and stood still.

Slowly took her into his arms and looked at her bulging belly with great care.

Yes, Freya is pregnant.

Moreover, she was pregnant for six years.

According to calculations, it will take another year for the child to be born.

However, this is normal.

After all, the genes of the two have long surpassed the scope of humans. It is normal for the pregnancy to take a long time, isn't it!

Vlad is undoubtedly very happy about his first child who is about to be born.

After all, Freya unexpectedly brought him a surprise after years of hard work.

"Little Elsa, are you willing to forgive you?"

Vlad turned around and hugged Freya in his arms, gently rubbing her bulging belly, and his words revealed a little concern for the current situation of the mother and daughter.

Faced with Vlad's gentle comfort, Freya was obviously very useful, looking at Vlad's eyes, not only began to moisten.

"Well, don't worry, Vlad, I can see that you have educated little Elsa very well, we just need a little time to communicate."

Hearing Freya say this, Vlad was relieved.

I remember that when Elsa met Freya, she burst into tears and shouted, "I don't have a mother." I still remember it vividly.

Now that the relationship between the two has eased, Vlad finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Vlad also understood that little Elsa had always wanted to have her mother's company since she was a child, but Freya was missing at that time.

Fortunately, with Marina, Sibyl, Mina and other girls accompanying her, little Elsa had a wonderful childhood.

The two chatted with each other for a while.

Somehow, Freya's breathing became more and more rapid.

"Dear, I think..."

Freya's originally cold face was now full of spring tide, and her tone was hesitant.

Feeling a pair of soft and cold little hands starting to stroke his waist, Vlad suppressed his desire and said softly: "Freya, you are still pregnant."

Before he finished speaking, a soft and cold feeling spread to his limbs and bones, and Vlad breathed a sigh of relief in admiration.

It can be seen that Freya really thought about it this time.

Looking at Freya whose eyes seemed to be dripping with water, Vlad was moved but did not insist.

…

In the conference room.

The light blue dress was draped on the corner of the table.

Pieces of close-fitting clothes were scattered on the ground.

A pair of black silk stockings that came from nowhere, now worn on Freya's white and slender legs, looked particularly charming.

Carrying the somewhat tired Freya into the bathroom, washing each other's bodies, and discussing the name of their unborn child.

"I've already thought of it, let's call her Anna! How about it." Freya said happily.

Vlad blinked and responded subconsciously: "Okay, I think the little girl will be as beautiful and cute as her sister Elsa."