Fors's Congratulations

As soon as she finished speaking, Fors's smile rippled across her lips.

"Be reserved, Fors... you must be reserved!" she reminded herself, struggling to control her expression and trying to maintain a ladylike image.

A few seconds later, she softly hummed in agreement and whispered, "Then close your eyes, and I'll help you relax a bit more."

As she spoke, she once again placed her fingers on the top of the head and the side of the face of the person in her arms.

"Um..." Lorry tried to negotiate, "Actually, keeping my eyes open won't affect anything, it won't stop you from massaging me..."

"Shut up when I tell you to!" Fors snapped, both embarrassed and annoyed.

It's endless!

This is happening in the Living Room during broad daylight!

Lorry gave a dry laugh and reluctantly closed his eyes.

Fors's embarrassment subsided slightly, and as her high breasts heaved violently, she let out a sigh of relief.

Immediately, she raised her hand to gather her slightly curly brown hair, pinning it behind her head and tying it up with a hair tie to cool her burning red earlobes.

Thankfully, her hair had covered her face... She breathed a soft, almost silent sigh Fors relief, lowered her gaze, and her ten fingers moved nimbly, like those of a pianist. The space fell silent once more in the vibrant spring afternoon.

The writer, who is good at making connections, has returned to her old ways, and her mind has never stopped wandering.

He usually acts so proper and gentlemanly, but just now he didn't even blink... Humph, men...

No, you can't say that... He truly is a gentleman—handsome, considerate, and thoughtful... He almost perfectly embodies all my fantasies about the male protagonist in romance novels...

The only downside is that he's clueless about romance... I often have to take the initiative...

But then again, didn't his reaction just now prove that I'm very charming? Thinking of this, Fors unconsciously straightened her back.

But she quickly relaxed her body, and her cheeks felt slightly warm.

What am I doing...? He didn't even open his eyes... Realizing she couldn't let her mind wander and needed to distract herself, she lightly tapped Lorry's forehead, who was looking blissfully at it, with her finger and cautiously asked:

"Would it be convenient for you to tell me about what has happened during this period?"

After speaking, she paused slightly, then pouted and said:

"I just don't want to know too much about you from other people."

"Hmm... just pick the ones you can tell me." Find out from someone else... Lorry inexplicably detected a hint of grievance in Fors's tone, snapped his eyes open, and pinched her cheek.

It was rare for the other person to take the initiative to be affectionate, Fors pursed her lips tightly, suppressing her shyness and not pulling away, and asked again in a low voice:

Is it convenient?

Lorry smiled and said:

"There's nothing inconvenient about it. I just don't want you to worry, and, well... I want you to enjoy the peaceful time in the Low Sequence as easily as possible."

"You really want to hear it?"

As he spoke, he gently stroked Fors's face twice more, and couldn't help but wonder, "Is it because of that Mystical Item? Is it that it's so effective?"

"Her skin feels smoother than the finest silk."

Fors blushed and hummed in agreement, then said:

"I want to hear it."

"Okay." Lorry nodded slightly, pondering as he began to carefully choose his words.

A moment later, while enjoying a massage from a former renowned clinic surgeon with his eyes closed, he recounted his experiences since leaving. His investigation began in the Yamaha, considered a delicacy, followed by encounters with members of an ancient, Concealment organization. Using the "Black Emperor" Ghost Ship she helped him borrow, he spent his days at sea manipulating a conjured "Painter" to create self-portraits imbued with Beyonder Ability, until his Spirituality was utterly exhausted...

A gentle male voice echoed continuously in the Living Room.

Time slips away quietly.

Suddenly, Lorry felt a cool sensation on his lips, and the familiar Citrus Scent filled his nostrils. His tongue, carrying a hint of sweetness, awkwardly parted his teeth.

He paused for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening and began to respond enthusiastically.

A few minutes later, Lorry opened his eyes and looked at the writer, whose hair was disheveled and whose face was flushed. A trace of lingering affection flashed across his eyes.

He took a deep breath to calm himself, and asked with a smile:

"Is this payment for listening to the story?"

Fors, Fors heavily to catch her breath, snorted irritably and shook her head vigorously, causing her messy brown hair to sway slightly.

Her gaze suddenly softened, and a hint of a smile appeared as she said:

No, this is a congratulatory gift.

"Congratulations on successfully Colonel that upright Vera." Lorry paused for two seconds, then closed his eyes and nodded gently.

After a long silence, he whispered:

"Thanks."

Just as Fors was about to speak, she suddenly felt a tremendous force beneath her, and without any chance of resistance, she was once again under someone's control.

She only managed to utter a soft "uh" before her lips were forcefully sealed shut, the rest of her words swallowed back down into a series of muffled sobs.

A moment later, feeling herself about to suffocate, Fors had a sudden inspiration and hastily used the "Mirror Substitution" to escape.

I should have known better than to give her that Mirrors so soon... or maybe next time I should issue a rule beforehand that "the use of ' Mirror Substitution ' is prohibited here"...

Also, she seems to prefer being passive rather than proactive... Is it just my imagination...? Should I find a suitable opportunity to test her out...?

Lorry casually placed the palm-sized portable makeup mirror on the Tea Table, sat up, and let her thoughts wander aimlessly.

Before long, Fors returned to the Living Room and, to Lorry's surprise, sat down next to him and leaned on his shoulder.

Lorry gently put his arm around her and gave a self-deprecating smile, "I thought you would stay in the room a little longer, or hide over there to sit."

--He was referring to the Single Sofa where Hugh usually sat. Fors curled up on the Sofa, squinted his eyes, and said lazily, "The Cushion aren't comfortable. Only Hugh would like to lean against something like that."

As she spoke, she paused slightly, then became serious:

Even though I wasn't an "Spectator," I could sense that you were upset. If this made you feel better, I'm actually quite happy.

"After all, the matters you're involved in are too high-level; I can't help you with other aspects."

Lorry disagreed, shaking his head and saying:

No, you've already helped me a lot, you just didn't realize it.

"Three people have been crucial to my success today, and you are not only one of them, but the most important one."

"The most important person?"

Fors repeated softly, a pleased smile playing on her lips, and countered, "Now, if the most important person in your life makes a request of you, would you grant it?"

Lorry's intuition told him that what he was about to say was unlikely to be anything good.

Even with his "Swindler" eloquence, it was difficult for him to think of a way to refuse in this context, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say:

"You say it." Fors turned her head and gave him a reproachful look:

"Could you give me a moment to catch my breath next time?"

"Do you know what? I felt like I was going to die several times just now!"