Not long after Eileen left, Lynn had just finished handling a simple model consultation when a fragrant breeze drifted over.
A beautiful female apprentice dressed in a rather daring outfit, exposing large swaths of fair, supple skin, sidled up to him. A Black Ironwood Nameplate hung from her chest.
"You're Junior Lynn, 'The Solver,' right?" Her voice was cloyingly sweet, deliberately seductive, and her body seemed to be trying to press closer.
"I have a Witchcraft Model too, but it keeps failing whenever I try to construct it... It's been keeping me up at night lately."
"There are too many people here. How about... we find somewhere quiet, and you help your sister inspect it alone, nice and thoroughly?"
She deliberately emphasized the words "alone" and "inspect," her gaze practically dripping with seduction.
Lynn's muscles had tensed slightly the moment she approached. Hearing this, he became even more wary.
This woman didn't look like a good person!
He smelled a conspiracy!
She definitely wasn't after his body!
Lynn took half a step back, widening the distance between them as he coldly refused.
"Sorry, I'm used to handling problems here. If your request doesn't follow the rules, you can find someone else."
The beautiful woman's smile stiffened slightly. She hadn't expected Lynn to refuse so decisively. A trace of irritation flashed through her eyes, but it quickly turned into coquettish reproach.
"Oh my, Junior, you're so unromantic... I suppose you haven't experienced this sort of pleasure yet."
"Why don't you understand your sister's feelings? Do you really want me to tear out my heart and show it to you?"
As she spoke, the beautiful woman pressed herself forward again and reached straight for Lynn's private parts.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!
Several curses flashed through Lynn's mind as he rapidly retreated.
No, was