Yes, Lady Funina!

But after nearly a year together, Clarinde had actually become completely accustomed to Richard's orders.

Perhaps she herself didn't realize that her obedience to Richard's orders at work had gradually begun to infiltrate her life, until now, she had completely lost the ability to resist.

From the moment Clarinde obediently complied with all of Richard's reasonable and unreasonable demands, this strongest dueling agent officially declared her surrender.

Because of the alcohol she had been drinking, Richard's series of massages, and the fact that Clarinde's tide had just receded, her body was in its most beautiful state at that moment.

Just when Clarinde felt she was about to succumb to Richard's advances once again, Richard suddenly stopped.

Because it was so sudden, this was the first time since Clarinde had been lying in bed that she had looked away from the full-length mirror.

Faced with Clorind's confusion, Richard stroked Clorind's cheek with his hand, as if seeking her opinion, or as if announcing the arrival of something.

"May I?"

Can...what?

Claude vaguely guessed what Richard was talking about. In fact, just moments before, Richard had completely disarmed her.

At a point like this, could she really say no? Even if she did, could Richard stop? Could she stop? Without a doubt, that's just a pointless question.

Richard, however, thought so. He believed the question was important, and Claude's answer was also important.

Despite all the fancy tricks he'd pulled before, Richard still hoped to get Claudia's approval for this crucial step.

Clarin bit her lip and turned her gaze back to the mirror beside her. She... had already given her answer.

They didn't say anything more after that.

——Peaches and plums do not say anything, but they create a trail of their own.

Claude's legs wrapped tightly around Richard's waist...

Chapter 178 We need to broaden our perspective, Clarind.

The bright midday sun shone on the curtains in front of the window, with only a few rays of light shining into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

In the dim light, one could vaguely make out the scene of yesterday's battle. In the hormone-filled room, crumpled clothes were carelessly tossed under the bed.

A small black garment was also hung on a corner of the full-length mirror, seemingly tossed up carelessly and accidentally caught on the spot.

The two people snuggled together on the bed, the wrinkled blankets barely covering their private parts, looking quite cool, to the point that one might worry they might catch a cold.

However, given Richard and Claurind's physical condition, they shouldn't catch a cold.

Clarinde's delicate eyebrows twitched slightly, then she slowly opened her eyes. The familiar ceiling came into view, and then a wave of fatigue and tingling sensation washed over her.

Clarin raised her weak and aching hand to smooth the hair that was haphazardly scattered across her face. Then, she subconsciously glanced at the mirror not far away. After seeing the absurd scene in the mirror, the memories of last night began to assault her brain.

Ignoring the black undergarment hanging above the full-length mirror, Clarin suddenly sat up. Due to the sudden movement, she aggravated some internal injuries and couldn't help but gasp.

After all, Richard was rather gentle in the first half of yesterday, but in the second half he seemed to realize that Clarinde was quite sturdy, so his movements inevitably became more exaggerated.

Recalling what happened last night, Clorind couldn't help but feel a surge of heat. After briefly adjusting to the discomfort, she pulled the thin blanket up a bit to cover the large expanse of skin exposed when she suddenly sat up.

However, there was only one blanket on the bed, so if Clarinde had more, Richard would have less.

This also caused Clarinde's attention to be immediately drawn to Richard's part.

"Gudong."

This is the sound of the defeated duel agent swallowing, who has already bled but whose original intention remains unchanged despite being cut down by her opponent.

In some ways, Clarinde is quite tenacious.

It's fortunate that Clarinde is in good physical condition; otherwise, if it had been Furina who was there yesterday, she probably wouldn't have woken up until evening, let alone noon.

Could this be considered the secretary shielding her boss from trouble? Even though she got the first taste, it was still scalding hot.

Didn't you see that Clarinde's lips were 'burned' and had wounds?

"Although the weather is starting to warm up, it's always good to have an extra blanket, right?" Clorind muttered to herself, then quietly pulled the blanket up a little more.

Then it was noticed that a section of the blanket covering Richard had been removed, completely exposing his upper body, which made Claudia stare wide-eyed.

Although she had seen it yesterday, and even tried it out herself... she was already dizzy at that time, so she didn't have time to savor the feel of it.

The so-called hands-on experience is nothing more than trying to grab the mast of a ship in stormy seas.

However, just as Clarinde was engrossed in watching, and even wanted to pull the blanket up again, Richard opened his eyes.

When their eyes met, Clarinde's breath hitched, and she felt her heart skip a beat.

"Clorind, what are you doing?"

Richard's voice reached Claudia's ears clearly.

His eyes were no longer hazy from just waking up; instead, he looked at Claude, who was holding up the sheet to cover her delicate body with one hand, clearly indicating that Richard had been awake for some time.

Clorind wasn't sure exactly how early, but it was definitely earlier than her.

In a daze, the word 'entrapment' suddenly popped into Clarinde's mind.

This kind of behavior is common in special patrol teams, especially the special patrol team captain, who is a seasoned angler.

Richard looked down at the sheet, which was now reduced to a small corner, and combined with the way Clorind had been staring at him intently without blinking and her restless little hands, he easily guessed what Clorind was thinking.

"I...I need to change my clothes." Clarinde's throat was a little dry, probably because she had shouted too loudly yesterday, which had hurt her throat and made her voice sound a little hoarse when she spoke normally.

However, since Clorind's original voice was already quite good, this husky voice actually added a unique charm to it.

Richard thought so at least, since he played a key role in why Clarinde shouted so loudly.

"Change clothes? If you're changing clothes, why are you pulling the covers up?" Richard immediately saw through Clarinde's clumsy lie.

"This...that..." Clarinde had no way to answer Richard's question and could only freeze helplessly.

However, Richard ignored Clarinde's bewilderment and instead brought up another matter.

“I remember last night’s game, you lost, didn’t you, Clarind?”

"Wasn't that because you forced... forced me not to look in that mirror?" Claude felt Richard had cheated by posing her like that; how was she supposed to look in the mirror?

"Do the rules of the game say anything about not being allowed?"

"..."

Clarinde was dumbfounded. How was she supposed to know the rules of the game? In the end, Richard had only told her the conditions for winning and losing in that so-called game; he hadn't revealed a single word of the rules to her.

Does the absence of a rule mean there are no rules? That's just too unfair!

Isn't this a losing proposition for me no matter what?

"Do you understand?"

However, Richard's smiling eyes told her that it was exactly what she thought; he never intended for her to win from the very beginning.

Actually, it doesn't matter if you win, since rewards and punishments are similar to each other to some extent.

"shameless……"

Even Clarinde couldn't help but mutter something at this moment, but Richard ignored her.

What are you saying? I don't understand.

All I know is that you lost, and you have to accept the punishment.

Richard immediately pulled back a corner of the blanket and, like a brown bear chasing a hare, swiftly caught the tender white rabbit.

……

With one stomach full, it was time to fill the other. Richard had already gotten dressed and gone to the kitchen.

It's fortunate that today is a public holiday in Fontaine; otherwise, if the Permanent Secretary and the Secretary of the Executive Minister were both absent from work on the same day, who knows what people would think.

Given Richard's recent plans for a major operation, it's hard not to suspect that someone might be using their position to sexually harass the young and beautiful secretary.

Or perhaps the young and beautiful secretary doesn't want to work hard and plans to take the job and rise through the ranks.

But you know what, even though the motivation wasn't the right one, the result... doesn't seem wrong at all?

Tsk, dirty politics.

Richard harshly criticized this inappropriate trend, his words carrying a strong sense of assertiveness.

Richard was now somewhat in high spirits, after all, after a hundred years, he was finally able to eat meat, instead of just watching it longingly and drooling over its aroma like before.

I must say... being the Duel Agent is quite a treat.

As Richard himself said, even he felt that if it had been Frynn instead of Clarinde lying in bed last night, she probably wouldn't have been able to handle it.

Now, Richard recalls what he did to Clarinde last night and wonders if he went a bit too far.

Although it was everyone's first time, women always tend to suffer a bit in this regard.

After all, one bleeds, while the other is just blank space...

But somehow, although Clarinde cried a lot in the second half, there was no sense of sadness or pain in her voice.

On the contrary... he detected a strange sense of pleasure in Clarind's 'crying'.

So, she likes this kind of style?

Although Richard was thinking about strange things, his hands didn't slack off.

The kitchen in Clorinde's house was stocked with a lot of ingredients, but the kitchen utensils didn't look like they had been used. Richard deduced that Clorinde must have prepared them on purpose.

They even prepared the ingredients; were they absolutely certain he would stay overnight?

Richard shook his head. These things were no longer important. The person was already his, and saying these things now would be like someone who had gotten a good deal but was still acting innocent. Saying these things the first time might work and stimulate contraction, but saying them too often would have no effect.

They've developed tolerance.

Before long, the dishes, which looked and smelled delicious, were served on the table. There weren't many dishes, just some simple home-style stir-fries, but the portions were very generous.

Clarinde is a martial artist, and having expended a lot of energy last night, she needed to replenish her energy, so Richard prepared a portion for four people.

Even if Clarinde couldn't eat that much, Richard could take care of it for her; he himself didn't feel tired or anything.

The saying "There are no fields that are over-cultivated, only oxen that have died from exhaustion" clearly doesn't apply to Richard.

His physical abilities are truly superhuman and cannot be generalized.

Richard returned to the bedroom and found Claudia still lying on the bed, looking so tired that she didn't even want to move a finger.

That's true. Training at night and extra practice during the day—even if Clarinde is incredibly strong, she can't withstand that kind of abuse.

"Get up and eat." Richard didn't try to take advantage of Clorinde or anything, but gently patted her back, providing her with a gentle wake-up service.

"Ugh...no, I can't take it anymore...it's almost overflowing, please spare me..." Clarinde was clearly still a little dazed. After feeling Richard's large hand, she subconsciously thought that this beast was going to reignite the battle with her, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

Are you talking about proper food?

Richard's forehead creased with a few black lines. He pinched Clarinde's plump, collagen-rich cheeks with a hint of annoyance and said, "I'm calling you to get up and eat. Aren't you hungry?"

With Richard pinching her face, Clarinde's eyes were half-open and half-closed. She tried to get out of bed, but as if she had run out of strength, she fell back down halfway up.

She said in a slightly coquettish tone, "Help, help me."

Richard had no choice; he was fully responsible for Clarinde's current predicament, and it wasn't a difficult task. In fact, he was quite willing to help Clarinde.

The original outfit was obviously unwearable. Richard walked to Clorind's wardrobe, took down what looked like pajamas, and as soon as he picked them up, he noticed... the clothes were very light. He picked them up and took a closer look.

Well, it's a semi-sheer lace style. If Clarinde wore this, she probably wouldn't be able to walk properly until tomorrow.

Richard stuffed the clothes back into the closet, but secretly made a mental note of the incident. He then picked out a normal set of pajamas, grabbed a sports bra, and hastily helped Clarin put it on. As if coaxing a baby, he led Clarin to the dining room.

After smelling the aroma of the food, Clarinde seemed to perk up a bit. She sat down and started eating voraciously, looking like she was starving.

After eating several steaks, Clarinde's eating speed began to slow down as the food began to digest in her stomach and energy was gradually supplied to her body.

Clair's intelligence seemed to have regained its dominance, and Clarind felt quite unwell as she recalled her previous performance.

She actually had Richard help her get dressed, starting with her underwear...

This gave Clarind an urge to move to another country.

But thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem like much. To be honest, what part of me hasn't Richard seen, what part hasn't he explored? To Richard, I'm already an open map with full exploration.

As for clothes... they're just so-so.

Thinking this way, Clarinde felt much better, perhaps because she felt that Richard had already seen her at her most embarrassing, so there was nothing to be afraid of. She became much more unrestrained during the meal.

Perhaps Clarinde felt that her eating was somewhat unrefined, but in Richard's eyes it was actually quite alright. With Clarinde's looks, even if she were to imitate those drunkards at the port, drinking and eating heartily, she would probably still look extremely beautiful.

After a hearty meal, Clarin slumped in her chair, not wanting to move at all.