Clear-Clear Fruit Reborn

A young girl wore a fitted white dress, her long golden hair shimmering softly in the last glow of the setting sun.

She was beautiful, with features as delicate as a doll's. Though the dress wrapped her tightly from head to toe, its close-fitting cut perfectly outlined her breathtaking curves, revealing her graceful figure with every step.

"I really don't understand what that guy is thinking. He actually made me dress like this for a mission like this. It's completely unprofessional."

Stussy walked down the deserted street, silently grumbling about Dawn, who had assigned her this mission. According to what she had learned at agent school, attire for a seduction mission should have been more revealing and direct.

But before she left, Dawn had said in an unquestionable tone, "I don't like other people taking advantage of my woman," completely shattering her original plan.

Could that guy really have feelings for me?

The thought surfaced on its own, stirring complicated emotions within Stussy.

Dawn was gentle with her at times and domineering at others. More often, he openly displayed possessiveness and kept putting his hands on her. She had never been able to tell whether it was merely a strong man's desire to vent his urges on an accessory, or whether there was a trace of sincerity mixed in.

Just as her thoughts drifted, Absalom, concealed by invisibility, could no longer suppress his pounding heart. Holding his breath, he crept swiftly closer from behind.

His gaze was fixed on Stussy's firm, rounded backside, a lewd smile spreading across his face. An invisible hand eagerly reached out, wanting to feel the softness and elasticity so close at hand.

Just as his fingers came within a dozen centimeters of their target, an invisible pressure as heavy as a mountain suddenly descended upon