Yes, Lady Funina!

"It's...it's alright." Clarind was quite conscious of her image in front of Frynn, and coughed lightly before replying.

Fu Ningna was speechless. Couldn't she have pursed her lips a little before saying that? It had absolutely no persuasive power.

Chapter 157 You, go and get rid of Richard!

It's just a matter of changing clothes, it shouldn't take long at all, but even that short time made Clarinde wait anxiously.

Look how hungry the child is (no).

The main reason is that Richard is just too good at seducing people. Although he is kind and approachable in daily life and seems to get along with everyone, from another perspective, isn't this also a way of keeping a distance?

Having spent so much time together, Clarinde hadn't really gotten the better of Richard; on the contrary, she'd been left hanging by her teeth.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. How old are Clarinde and Richard? How could a weak... uh, strong woman withstand the power of tea accumulated over hundreds of years?

Even if you put it on Balzebu, who is over 3,000 years old, she still couldn't stop it.

Richard emerged from his room, having changed his clothes into a pair of unremarkable swimming trunks that Lady Funina, the water goddess, had 'accidentally' purchased.

Since it was swim trunks, Richard's upper body was completely exposed to Furlinda and Claurind.

With his smooth, flowing body curves and sharply defined abs, every muscle on Richard's body appears so harmonious, giving him an indescribable beauty.

Richard's physique wasn't the bulky, muscular type, but rather lean and muscular, with an excellent, even perfect, build.

Like Frynn's beauty and Clarinde's figure, Richard's physique is also a masterpiece of creation, and can even be described as a gender-neutral killer.

That's why Clarinde could fall in love at first sight and be captivated for life. Frynn had never seen Richard shirtless before, and now that she did, she was also somewhat mesmerized.

Now I'm really going to be obsessed with male beauty.

Funina was already quite infatuated, but after seeing Richard's body, she became completely uncontrollable.

Funina walked quickly to Richard and, somewhat incredulously, reached out and touched Richard's abs. So hard!

Did I spend the whole night sleeping with this wonderful body in my arms?

No wonder you were able to sleep so soundly!

When Clarinde saw Frynn walk up to Richard so brazenly and reach out to touch his abs, she was filled with envy.

Sometimes even Clarinde couldn't understand why Frynn was sometimes brave and sometimes cowardly.

You could say she's brave, because she's even shy about wearing a swimsuit in front of Richard; but you could also say she's cowardly, because she can go up to Richard and touch his abs without any hesitation after he's changed into his swimsuit.

Clarinde was getting restless again, seemingly wanting to take advantage of the situation.

But before Funina could touch him a few times, Richard gently slapped away Funina's groping hand and said, "Stop it."

Can't you slow down? Wait until I get the hang of it before you complain, don't be silly.

Clarinde reluctantly stopped her approaching Richard. After all, Richard had stopped Funina's 'intrusion', and if she went up and did the same, wouldn't that be knowingly committing a crime?

Although Clarin was attracted to Richard's body, she couldn't bring herself to violate a virgin's wishes, unless Richard allowed her to touch him...

She could do nothing all day but masturbate Richard's abs.

What? You men are allowed to play with legs for years, but not Clarinde's abs for years?

However, let alone abs, she hasn't even been able to touch or feel the biceps on her arms yet.

After all, Richard always wears a proper suit and covers himself up completely when he's working. It's impossible for Clarinde to run up to Richard for no reason and touch his arm like a crazy woman.

Clarinde was only lusting after Richard's body, but she was still clear-headed and not blinded by male beauty to that extent.

If one were to use a concrete metaphor to describe Clarin's current lust for Richard, it would be like Frynn teasing a cow and a kitten at night—touching them recklessly.

"Alright, I've changed into my swimsuit too. Can we start taking photos now?" Richard asked, picking up the camera and looking at the two swimsuit beauties with very different styles.

Oh, I almost forgot about that.

After exchanging a glance, Funina and Claurind decided to just snap a couple of quick photos to get by.

It was just a pretext in the first place, and now that people have been tricked into coming, why bother going through all that trouble to take a photoshoot?

Although the photos do look good, swimsuit photos are something that neither Clarinde nor Frynn can appreciate in isolation; at most, they can only be shown to Lynette and Ningguang.

Look, this was taken by Richard. Do you have any portrait photos like this?

But unlike Furna and Clarinde, who were thinking of simply getting by, Richard had no intention of letting the two beauties off so easily.

We can't just casually do a job when we've invited him to come for a photoshoot.

So what did Richard become?

They should strike a pose and shoot like a timeless classic, otherwise it would be a disservice to these two top models in Teyvat.

Fontaine's superstar Furina and Fontaine's strongest dueling agent Clorinde are shooting a swimsuit-themed photoshoot. This lineup and this level of production are unimaginable for any other photographer.

I guess only Richard could get these two beauties to cooperate like this... no, I should say take the initiative.

After all, they were the ones who came to Richard to take photos, not the other way around.

Watching Richard, who was holding a phonograph and ready to go, poor Furness and Claudia had no idea what they were about to face...

"Whoosh..."

"Is this...is this okay?"

"Lift your leg up a little higher, yes, hold that position."

"Clorind, press your chest forward slightly, not too much, just a little bit, just a slight deformation... Okay, yes..."

"Furina, you're too tense. Relax, be more natural..."

For the next few hours, apart from taking care of their physical needs and having lunch, Furness and Claudia were constantly being played with by Richard by the poolside.

Not only did they have to strike various poses, but they also had to endure Richard's strange requests, such as wanting the photos to have a narrative feel, the kind of feeling that makes you think of a long story after seeing the photos.

Heavens have mercy! In all her years in the industry, Fu Ningna has never seen a photographer as meticulous about a single photograph as Richard.

Even though she always prided herself on having high standards and requirements for her work, she had to admit defeat when faced with Richard's almost obsessive pursuit of perfection.

Of course, there's nothing wrong with pursuing perfection in one's work. Fulina has always admired people who are extremely responsible for their work, but the problem is... it's too exhausting.

Funina felt like she was about to be drained dry by Richard—no, she was already drained dry by Richard!

If she could, Funina would rather float in the pool like a salted fish, instead of having to pose for Richard with a camera on the shore while floating on the water.

"Good, keep one more."

"Are you making a movie?!"

Fulina couldn't hold back any longer. She stood up from the pool, swam aggressively to the shore, and then climbed the stairs to the other side to stand in front of Richard.

"Richard! Just take a break, let's go down and play in the water, okay? Don't worry about your phonograph." Funina blinked her beautiful eyes, her voice as soft as cotton, and with her lovely appearance, it was hard not to want to tease her.

And Fulina was so exasperated with Richard that she said, "Stop messing with me, let's play in the water instead."

I will never again use a photoshoot to lure Richard out; taking photos with him was pure torture.

Clarinde was alright. Unlike the frail Funina, the physical exertion of a photoshoot was no different from a walk for her. If Richard was willing to let her touch him, she wouldn't feel tired even if she took photos all day long.

“But there are still two sets of photos that haven’t been taken yet,” Richard said slowly, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Two more groups?" Funina swallowed hard. After half a morning and half an afternoon of filming, Funina knew that Richard's group was completely different from the groups she knew.

Today's photoshoot only requires four sets of photos. If Richard says so, then after working hard for half a day, the task is only halfway done.

Isn't this right?

No, we absolutely cannot continue filming. If we keep filming, someone will die.

Furina immediately signaled to Clarinde with her eyes, urging her to turn herself in.

However, Clarinde's thought process might be a tiny bit different from Frynn's. Richard said there were two more sets, which meant that she could see abs for a long time.

Okay, okay, so this is how everyone plays, right?

Seeing that Clarinde was no longer a reliable option, Furness knew she had to take action.

"Stop taking pictures, I'll confess everything." Funina surrendered. She shouldn't have been so foolish as to agree to Clorind's request and come up with such a crooked idea as taking a photo shoot.

She's guilty, she's admitting it, but can we please stop making her pose like that?

Fulina felt that even as a Fontainebleau superstar, she was a little intimidated by the camera in Richard's hand, which gave her PTSD.

"What crime have you committed, Lady Funina?" Richard put down his camera and asked Funina, whose face was filled with regret.

"I... I shouldn't have lied to you. The photo shoot was all made up. It was... I just made up an excuse to ask you out. It wasn't really about taking any private photos." In the end, Funina didn't betray Clorind.

Instead, he took all the blame upon himself. In short, whatever the case, please put down the phonograph machine in your hand, I beg you.

“I see… But what should we do with these photos?” Richard wasn’t surprised at all. After all, he already knew that Funina, or rather, Clorinde, had impure motives. After all, the swimsuit stall was already set up, and even a blind man could see what Clorinde was planning.

"The photos are yours, and so are Clarinde's," Furnessa said, decluttering.

Now, whenever she sees a photo, she feels Richard's voice echoing in her ears: "Keep one leg tight, relax..."

These are all painful memories!

"What would I need your photos for? But to be honest, these are the results of my hard work taking so many photos. Let's print three copies, one for each of us."

Richard then looked at Claudia and asked, "What do you think?"

“Me?” Clorind pointed to herself, implying that she also had the right to vote.

Claudia naturally had the right to vote. Since it was a photo shoot for the two of them, there would be plenty of photos of the two of them together. And when Funina got tired of posing, the photos were mostly taken of Claudia.

On the surface, it is said that two sets of photos were taken, but in reality, even if you select from the photos, you can still make at least four photo albums.

Richard's high success rate in shooting is one aspect, but another is the sheer intensity of the shooting process, which is even greater than that of a typical commercial photo album. It's as if the models are being treated like animals.

“I have no objection.” Claude genuinely had no objection; she didn’t care whether she had the photos or not, and she had even less to worry about Richard using them for strange purposes.

After all, if Richard really wanted to do something strange, he could have just come to her in person. Why bother with a thin photograph?

It's not that she doesn't want to...

"In that case, let's call it a day." Richard put the phonograph aside and announced that today's filming would end early.

"You're not angry?" Funina thought Richard would be upset about her deception, but she was surprised to find that he didn't seem to care much.

Who doesn't know that our Lord Li is petty?

Clarinde ended up becoming Frinna's secretary because of a slip of the tongue. While it was certainly more respectable than being a dueling agent, it wasn't exactly an easy job.

One is physically demanding, the other is mentally demanding; the two cannot be equated.

As for which is more tiring, that's a matter of opinion.

"Angry? Why should I be angry?" Richard found it amusing. He had legitimately tormented Funina and Claurind for several hours, allowing them to enjoy beautiful scenery that ordinary people could never see. What was there to be angry about?

This is clearly a reward, isn't it?

"You already knew?" Funina asked belatedly.

"do not know."

"So you knew all along! And you still won't admit it!"

Funina's little face puffed up, but she couldn't do anything about Richard. After thinking for a while, she had no choice but to run to the pool and splash water on the naughty thing.

This little splash posed no threat to Richard, especially since he was quite a distance from the pool. If Funina squatted down and scooped up the water with both hands, it would only be enough to wash Richard's feet.

He didn't even need to hide.

Seeing this, Furina looked at Clorind beside her and said, "Clorind, why don't you come and help?"

"Ah, oh, okay..." Clarind scooped up a handful of water and walked up to Richard. After meeting Richard's eyes, she unconsciously took a step back, and finally mustered up the courage to pour the water on her head.

The wet water flowed down her hair to her shoulders, then over her slender collarbone, before disappearing into that unfathomable abyss.

Seeing that Clarinde was so weak and powerless, Furnessa summoned her three capable assistants.

"Miss Shebeleda, go, take care of Richard!"

"chant?"

Chapter 158 The Young Master's Criminal Record (1.1 words)

The joyful weekend always flies by, and before you know it, it's Monday, the end of the world.

Lynette also learned about what her "father" had done recently, and felt even more guilty towards Funina.