Yes, Lady Funina!

She hadn't felt it before, but after resting, she felt weak and sore all over. She wasn't very sleepy, and even though she stayed up until midnight, she slept until noon and got enough rest.

Clarinde is now in a relaxed, post-meal state, and even just sitting here feels wonderful.

'Shall I rest for a while before taking a shower?' Clarin thought to herself, and that's what she planned to do.

She glanced at Richard, who was still leisurely helping to finish the rest of his lunch, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

It's similar to the satisfaction of coming home to your wife, children, and a warm bed after a long day of work.

'It would be better if Richard could tone it down a bit in that kind of thing,' Clarin thought to herself.

She didn't dare say it out loud; if she had, she probably would have been subjected to intense sexual activity by Richard.

Everyone else hopes their partner is strong, but you hope your partner is weak. You're living a life of privilege and don't know how lucky you are!

And even if he's strong... couldn't you find a few more friends to share the damage?

We need to broaden our perspective!

Chapter 179 A Door Apart

"I wonder how things are going with Clorinde..." Navia sat in the executive chair at the Rose Thorn Society's headquarters in Fontaine, her thighs, encased in long black stockings, swaying back and forth.

Although she had created an opportunity for Clorind to be alone with him using that lame excuse the night before last, based on Navia's few brief encounters with Richard, she felt that Clorind's chances were still somewhat slim.

There's nothing we can do about it. Richard is good in every way, except that he's too upright and too much of a gentleman.

In Navia's mind, Richard was the most classic gentleman figure in Fontainebleau's literary works.

He was handsome, articulate, elegant, and held a high position of power. Most importantly, his private life was so clean that it was almost unbelievable for a man. According to the information Navia had, Richard had never been rumored to have had any ambiguous relationship with any woman.

Even when faced with Lady Funina's almost blatant favor, she remained true to herself and never overstepped her bounds.

If it weren't for the fact that Richard hadn't been rumored to have had any intimate contact with other men, Navia would have questioned Richard's sexual orientation.

There is no doubt that Clarinde's choice of Richard as her target is like starting a hellish challenge. Even though Clarinde herself is extremely talented, the possibility of winning Richard's heart is... well, it's not exactly a sure thing, but rather a very slim chance.

'I'll go find Clorinde and ask her what happened later. If there wasn't much progress last night... I should probably start thinking about how to comfort her now,' Navia thought to herself.

Navia glanced at the sky outside the window. It was indeed getting late. If she went to find Clorind now, they could still have dinner together.

Some topics are better discussed at the dinner table.

Navia picked up her lady's umbrella, said goodbye to Miles and Silver, and then went to Clorind's residence alone.

After all, it was a conversation about emotions with Claurind. If Miles and Silver were present, it would feel a bit strange, and Claurind would probably feel uncomfortable.

However, when Navia arrived at Clorind's door, she rang the doorbell several times, but no one answered.

"Strange? Isn't Clorinde home? Isn't today Sunday, her day off?" Navia asked, somewhat puzzled.

Normally, Clarinde's Sundays are free, especially at this time of year, and she will almost always be at home.

Even if you're going to see a trial or a musical with Funina, you'll usually be back by then.

Unless Claude suddenly had the idea to have dinner with her rival?

It's not impossible. Although Fryna is a rival in love, she is also Clarinde's boss. Sigh, competing with your boss for a man sounds like a slim chance, especially since that boss is a god.

"Looks like he's not home," Navia sighed.

On the other side of the door, in the entryway, Clarinde held the door with one hand while tightly covering her mouth with the other to prevent herself from making any strange noises.

She was wearing the black semi-transparent lace nightgown that Richard had accidentally discovered last time, but she wasn't wearing it in the usual way; Claudia was only wearing this one garment.

Now even the hem of her skirt has been lifted up, her upper body is pressed down at a right angle, her straight and slender legs are level with her shoulders, and her plump and fleshy thighs are trembling constantly due to the external force.

The trembling reached its peak when Navia knocked on the door, to the point that even her calves started shaking. If a kind person hadn't been supporting her back, Clarinde would probably have collapsed to her knees because her legs were too weak.

Say thank you, Richard.

Navia left, completely unaware that Clarinde wasn't actually not home; she was simply dressed and in a somewhat inconvenient state to entertain guests.

Claude is very busy.

Upon hearing Navia's footsteps fading into the distance, Clarinde, who had been tense all over, suddenly relaxed, followed by a wave of weakness that swept through her body, and her hand, which had been resting on the door and wall, slowly slipped down.

Claude sat in the entryway, lowering her hand from her mouth and clutching her heaving chest. The intense exercise had left her panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat.

The gossamer-thin nightgown clung tightly to her body due to sweat, outlining Clarinde's slender figure with an exquisite beauty.

Richard stood less than an arm's length away from Clarinde. For him, Navia's arrival was a pleasant surprise, adding a touch of fantasy to what was otherwise an ordinary battle.

For Clorind, her best friend's unexpected invitation was a powerful backstab, almost instantly killing her. The blank spaces in the opening and closing monologues, in particular, caused her immense damage.

Richard was attacking from inside the gate, while Navia was attacking from outside. Even with her high health bar, Klorinde, sandwiched between the two, couldn't withstand the crossfire from both lines of guns and was severely injured and fell to the ground within just thirty seconds.

The fall wasn't the end of it; the person who started it all was saying she was rude, pretending not to be home when she was actually there. He said Navia would be heartbroken if she knew.

Claude rolled her eyes at Richard helplessly; she had no time to answer him.

In that situation, how could you expect her to bring it up?

If she could control it, that would be fine, but if she couldn't, Clarind felt that her life could just be restarted.

This guy... it's easy for him to talk when he's not the one suffering!

Ouch... my back is so sore.

Clarin covered her slender waist, her gaze falling on Richard's strong, muscular waist. The smooth, chiseled muscle curves made a thought pop into her head.

—Is his waist made of iron?

No, even if it's made of iron, wouldn't it reach the metal fatigue limit after doing this for a long time?

And Richard... it seems like he has no limits at all!

Despite it being a weekend, Claude felt like she hadn't rested well at all; in fact, she felt even more tired than when she was working.

'Ugh, why do I not start work until tomorrow?' Clarinde had never looked forward to Monday so much.

This kind of life is simply unbearable for a human being.

Richard is not human!

They only stayed at her house for two days, yet they made a complete mess of the living room, kitchen, bathroom, study, and the entryway where they are now!

Ugh... I absolutely can't let Richard come in for a drink of water again next time. I feel like he's about to dehydrate her.

We've let a wolf into the house! We've let a wolf into the house!

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"Clorind, you look great today! Did you use any new skincare products?"

On Monday morning, when Funina arrived at the office, she saw Claurind, who was radiant and as beautiful as a flower nourished by spring rain, and couldn't help but speak.

Clarinde's eyes held a complex expression, but she gave a smile that conformed to societal expectations and replied in a slightly hoarse voice, "Yes, Lady Frinina."

New skincare products...

"Could you tell me the brand? It seems to work really well!" Funina's eyes lit up. She had never seen a skincare product with such immediate effects in the past hundred years.

Times are indeed progressing!

Although Funina's skin is already very good and she doesn't need any skincare products, it's always good to be prepared, right?

Fu Ningna doesn't want to become old and faded one day because she neglects her skincare routine.

This possibility is very low under the protection of [Immortality], but it's not entirely impossible, is it?

When it comes to skincare, Funina has never skimped on herself!

“The brand… I’m sorry, Lady Funina, that brand…” Chlorind paused, “It’s currently a custom-made product, and it’s not open to the public yet. Anyway… you’ll find out later.”

"So mysterious?" Furina was a little disappointed, but she didn't press for details. Since Clarind said she would find out later, she would just wait and see.

Funina has plenty of patience, and although Clarinde's skincare products are very effective, her current ones are just as good.

Fukalos's exclusive spa treatments are done discreetly and are only available to Funina.

Seeing that Funina didn't press the matter further, Claudia breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't very well say that she hadn't actually used any skincare products and that her current state was entirely due to Richard's hard work, could she?

“By the way, Clarind,” Furna asked casually, as if mentioning something in passing, “the dinner party on Friday…”

“Nothing happened!” Clorind replied immediately. Perhaps realizing she had overreacted, she softened her tone and said seriously, “Navia only feels gratitude towards Richard; there are no other emotions involved.”

If there were other feelings involved, then she wouldn't have gone so far as to personally hand her best friend over to Richard's lips...

Upon hearing Clorind's answer, Furness finally felt relieved, but then, feeling that she had been a bit petty, she quickly added:

"Of course I know that. I just wanted to ask what they talked about... You see, given Richard's personality, he probably wouldn't have agreed to this dinner invitation unless there was something important, right?"

Clarin looked at Frynn with a strange expression, her tone somewhat puzzled: "I remember when Richard said he wanted to talk to Navia about the recent reforms at Momang Palace, weren't you there too?"

"Hmm." Funina's expression froze for a moment, then she chuckled awkwardly, "Really? I must have forgotten."

'Oh no, I was so busy being jealous that I didn't pay any attention to what Richard was saying!' Funina thought to herself.

She secretly observed Claude, 'Claude probably didn't think much of it, right?'

If Clorind misunderstands that she is a jealous person who wants to eat alone, then she will be in trouble.

Fu Ningna had no intention of eating alone, but... if there were too many people, wouldn't there be enough to eat?

She had heard that, generally speaking, men have limited energy, and although they have big appetites, their appetites are actually completely mismatched with their food intake.

If there are too many fields to plow, even the strongest ox will be exhausted to death.

Funina felt that even for Richard's health, the quantity should be controlled within a suitable range.

In other words, Clarinde doesn't have mind-reading abilities. If she knew what Funina was thinking, she would probably think Funina was crazy.

Do you really think Richard is a bull?

He's a dragon!

The Perfect Dragon!

While worried about Richard's health, Claude felt that Frynn should worry more about herself; who's the land and who's the cow is still uncertain!

That guy... knows a lot of tricks!

It seems like Funina is no match for Richard at all.

"Um, Clarinde, you did a good job. Let's not talk about these things anymore. What's today's work?" Funina changed the subject somewhat awkwardly.

Upon hearing this, Claurind immediately stopped talking and cooperated with Funina in reporting the work arrangements. For a moment, the two people, who had ulterior motives, were surprisingly in sync.

Meanwhile, Richard was also in his office. Unlike Clarinde's radiant appearance, he seemed unusually relaxed, not at all like someone who was exhausted.

As Richard's secretary, Lynette keenly observed this.

Before the weekend, Richard exuded a dangerous aura at all times. No matter how calm Richard appeared, Lynette felt that he was like a dormant volcano that had been dormant for a long time, ready to erupt at any moment.

However, after just one weekend, Richard showed a completely different side.

What to say?

It's like the feeling after a long night of working overtime and getting a full massage and relaxation service at a club.

It's relaxing and enjoyable, with a calm and composed feeling, like watching the clouds drift by.

Has...something good happened?

Thinking this, Lynette placed the teacup filled with black tea on Richard's table.

"Thank you," Richard said with a smile.

Lynette didn't laugh; she just twitched her nose and a hint of doubt in her eyes.

...Why does Richard smell a little off?

It's as if the sweet dried fish has been secretly licked by another cat. Even though the meat is still there, there's still an odd smell.

However, when a person's emotions change, their body odor will also change accordingly—there shouldn't be any problem.

Although that's the logic, the cat still couldn't help but keep a watchful eye on things.

"What's wrong?" Richard asked, noticing that the cat was standing there silently, as if it were observing something.

Lynette shook her head and said, "It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of some things. How did your conversation go the other day? There shouldn't be any problems with the Rose Society, right?"

“That’s natural.” Richard nodded.

In fact, the grassroots forces have never been an obstacle to the reforms of Mo Mang Palace. In fact, they are happy to see Mo Mang Palace divided into three parts, as that would mean the stability of the regime.