Yes, Lady Funina!

"Of course, besides that, I'm also quite curious about that feeling."

"The feeling of spying?" Richard's expression was a little strange; he hadn't expected Arecino to be this kind of person.

"?" Arecino looked puzzled and immediately denied it:

"Of course not, I meant what I promised you."

"Hiss..." Richard gasped sharply.

Isn't that even stranger?

I'm curious about what that kind of feeling is like.

Although there may be some pleasure, the first time, you probably won't feel anything other than pain, right?

Wait, could it be that...

Richard was somewhat uncertain. Based on his understanding of Arecino, she was essentially the queen-type character.

To describe it in a more humorous way, it would be 'S'.

Generally speaking, characters with this attribute tend to enjoy inflicting pain, but there are exceptions.

Richard had heard that the line between 'S' and 'M' wasn't actually as clear as one might think.

In layman's terms, the two can actually be transformed into each other, which has a sense of becoming a Buddha or a demon in a single thought.

Put down the whip, and you'll instantly become a demon (M).

Could Arecino be one of those types? Richard wondered.

He carefully considered every detail of his interactions with her, and the more he thought about it, the more serious his expression became. Based on the images in his memory, it seemed, probably, possibly... that the other person did indeed have this tendency.

I hadn't thought about it that way before, but now it seems that when he's being tough, Arecino is noticeably more 'excited' and more active.

No, it seems there are more than just some.

Richard seemed to have unlocked some kind of secret, and all the previously hidden clues suddenly connected.

He was almost certain that Arecino... definitely had something wrong with him.

She not only likes to be 'proactive', but seems to prefer being 'passive'.

Of course, there is a premise here, which is that Richard's strength is definitely above Arecino's.

If Richard were not as strong as Arecino, or if they were evenly matched, Arecino would certainly not have allowed Richard to act so recklessly.

Thinking of this, Richard unconsciously squeezed his hand, which was resting on the round, firm part of his body, for the purpose of the experiment.

It was clear that Arecino's face showed a pained expression after being caught off guard by the sudden attack.

But according to Richard's observation, besides feeling pain, the other party seemed to also have a faint feeling of 'pleasure'.

Richard was certain he hadn't misjudged the situation; the other person had indeed experienced a feeling of pleasure.

Richard was no stranger to this feeling; after all, he could be considered the person who understood Arecino the most in the world.

So that's really how it is?

Richard's expression was somewhat complicated. Now that he knew this, what should he do next?

Should we go along with what the other party wants and be... a little rougher?

Isn't this bad?

(expectation)

Arecino was unaware that Richard had discovered her hidden switch, and she was still waiting for Richard's answer.

Seeing that Richard did not answer for a long time, her expression was not good. She had already gone to such lengths, and he still did not agree. Just how much did she have to do to be satisfied?

This dragon is never satisfied!

“You…” Just as Arecino was about to warn Richard not to go too far, her tolerance had its limits.

She felt herself being lifted into the air, and then she was thrown onto the sofa.

The soft sofa cushions could fully support Arecino's body, so even if she was thrown onto the sofa, she wouldn't feel any pain.

It's the kind of action that doesn't cause much damage but is extremely insulting.

Surprisingly, Arecino didn't feel the anger that comes with being humiliated, or rather, that anger was strangely transformed into a kind of stimulation, making her seem somewhat odd.

It's strange. Despite being treated so roughly, I can't get angry at all. Instead, I feel a strange sense of anticipation.

This thought flashed through Arecino's mind instantly, but it didn't last long, because Richard also made a new move.

Arecino felt her neck being pressed down from behind, a slight feeling of suffocation accompanied by the sound of tearing fabric. Her hands crumpled the sofa, and her eyes began to roll upwards involuntarily...

Chapter 234 [Father's] Peeping

Arecino felt her body being torn apart—no, it should be said that it had already been torn apart, but it was this 'pineapple pineapple' feeling.

The feeling of (being broken and dilapidated) made her somewhat fascinated.

It is said that the closer one gets to death, the more one understands the true meaning of life.

Arecino felt the pain in her body, and the strange pleasure mixed in with the pain; this unprecedented experience made her heart race.

Thin beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her damp hair clung tightly to her cheeks. Her soft lips bit the silvery-white ends of her hair, and her originally fair cheeks were now flushed with the rosy glow of exercise.

His usual cold and aloof expression had vanished, replaced by a charm that only those who have been through it all possess.

The former queen was overthrown by her own knight and humiliated, crawling between sofas, her pert breasts squeezed into flat circles and spread outwards, with pieces of fabric torn to shreds by the brutal force scattered all over the floor.

Two different 'clapping' sounds rang out continuously in the living room: one was crisp like applause after an opera performance, and the other was dull like rain falling on banana leaves.

The former is a palm strike, while the latter is a stake strike. Although the rhythms are different, they are both composing a symphony for life.

The noise continued intermittently for about an hour before gradually subsiding, by which time the living room had become a complete mess.

Richard stood up and sat back down in the wicker chair, while Aletschno sat sideways on the floor, her upper body leaning weakly against the sofa. Her clothes were tattered, and her fair body was faintly covered with glaring red marks and handprints.

These were clearly Richard's handiwork, but Arecino didn't seem to care. Judging from the faint satisfaction on her face, she seemed to enjoy being treated so roughly.

As a result, Arecino was already on the verge of exhaustion after using only half the usual amount of time today.

Arecino was panting heavily, and the flush on her face wouldn't go away for at least ten minutes. As for the red marks and slap marks on her body, she would probably have to keep them company for the rest of the day.

The pain from her full, firm breasts caused Arecino to stand up with a slightly distorted posture. Her calves were visibly trembling, and the carpet beneath her feet was a darker shade than the rest of the carpet, with faint traces of blood visible.

"Still insisting on going?" Richard raised an eyebrow. Given the situation, perhaps it would be better to stay home and rest.

Arecino clearly underestimated her own capacity to endure it; the discomfort from the second time she lost her virginity was significantly greater than the first.

After all, unlike the first time when it was the right path, the price to pay for the second time when it was the crooked path was obviously much more painful than that of the right path.

Of course, the experience is also completely different from the orthodox way, but Richard does not plan to try it again in the short term.

We still need to give Arecino some time to recover, and Richard prefers the right path to these crooked ways.

Aside from being too tight, the unorthodox path is no match for the orthodox path in any other way; it's just something new and exciting.

Arecino glanced at Richard but said nothing, then staggered into her bedroom.

When she came out again, she had changed her clothes, but instead of her usual suit and tie, she wore a pure black long dress.

When Alecino changed into a long dress, she exuded a completely different vibe, appearing mysterious and dangerous.

Of course, Richard didn't think Arecino was that dangerous. To be honest, with all the marks he had left on her body, it was really hard to be afraid of her.

Furthermore, the reason she wore a long skirt was most likely because tight-fitting trousers were not suitable for Arecino, who was currently 'injured'.

It's like a teenager who has undergone circumcision and is forced to wear women's clothing.

"Let's go." Arecino's voice was a little hoarse; she had shouted a bit too loudly earlier.

She wouldn't have shouted herself hoarse before, which shows that today she really hit a nerve.

If there were a progress bar for the strategy, it might have been 50% before, but after today it will probably be 200%.

Richard has already figured out the opponent's weakness, so it's unlikely that Arecino will be able to cause any more trouble.

"I didn't expect you to wear a skirt," Richard said with a touch of emotion, without moving.

Arecino frowned. Having eaten and drunk her fill, she clearly lacked the patience she had before and was no longer able to sit on Richard's lap as she had.

Of course, even if she wanted to sit on Richard now, she would have to consider whether she could maintain the position given her current physical condition.

She has only adapted to the pain, but that doesn't mean the pain has disappeared. Even Arecino would need several days to recover from this kind of internal injury. As for regaining her original tightness, it would probably take at least ten days to two weeks.

It is clear that Arecino paid a very heavy price for her curiosity.

"What are you still sitting there for? Aren't you going to change your clothes?" Arecino urged.

It was already close to noon when the business was finished, and then Richard interfered, plus the time needed to quickly clean up the mess, so it was already afternoon.

There wasn't much time left until the agreed time.

Not to mention that Arecino had to sneak into the house without being discovered by Lynette, which would take even longer.

If it were the old Arecino, it would be a piece of cake, but now that she's injured, although she can still avoid being discovered by Lynette, it will definitely take her much longer than before.

"No rush, I'll go take a shower first." Richard was as calm as a rock, showing no sign of being in a hurry.

Alecino's place wasn't far from Lynette's apartment, and at his speed, it would only take a few minutes. Unlike Alecino, who needed to sneak in, he could simply go in through the front door, which wouldn't take much time.

Arecino felt that Richard was trying to renege on his debt through this method, and immediately walked towards the door on her own.

"Take your time washing up, I'm going first." Aregino wasn't going to wait for Richard anymore; she was going to leave first.

They secured the VIP seats in advance.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Lynette looked up at the clock hanging in her living room; there wasn't much time left until the agreed-upon time.

Lynette mentally reviewed her prepared plan, hoping everything would go smoothly later.

To achieve this, she can be said to have eliminated all unstable factors, even going so far as to launch a magnificent rebellion against her [father].

In Lynette's view, taking Richard away from Arecino for half a day was already an act of rebellion.

Of course, Lynette's feelings about this rebellious act were not only apprehensive, but also somewhat pleased.

'After all, this can be considered a small revenge on Father for his lack of sportsmanship and for stealing food,' Lynette thought.

At this moment, Lynette was unaware that her every move was being watched by Arecino, who was lurking in the shadows.

As Lynette's instructor in stealth, Arecino's stealth skills were clearly far superior to Lynette's. Even though they were under the same roof, Lynette was completely unaware of the uninvited guest in her home.

Soon, a knock came at the door...

Chapter 235 'Black Tea'

Richard stood at the door and heard the sound of footsteps coming from inside. Then the door opened, and Lynette, dressed as a secretary, came into view.

"Isn't today a day off? Why are you still wearing this?" Richard asked curiously.

“I’m used to it, and as I said before, today’s topic is work-related, so naturally I need to dress more formally,” Lynette replied without the slightest panic, as if she had expected Richard to ask this.

However, Lynette knows her own situation. The reason she wore this secretary outfit can be said to be neither closely related to the reason she gave, nor can it be said to be completely unrelated.

The reason she wore this outfit was simple: Richard liked it.

Having spent so much time together, how could Lynette not know Richard's preferences?

Lynette had worn loungewear before, but the effect was nowhere near as good as that black and white secretary outfit.

Furthermore, since Lynette was born with the innate secretarial body, that professional outfit could be said to have been designed specifically for her.

With her delicate, small feet clad in black stockings, Lynette turned slightly, making way for Richard and giving him space to enter, but maintaining a subtle distance as she passed him.

Lynette wasn't wearing slippers; she always liked to go barefoot at home, and since the floors were wooden, she didn't have to worry about catching a cold.

Because she's wearing black stockings today, it might be a little slippery, but that's exactly what Lynette wants today.

Upon entering, Richard seemed to sense something and glanced in a certain direction. Lynette closed the door, then, seeing Richard's expression, couldn't help but ask:

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, it just feels like it's been a long time since I've been here," Richard said.

He certainly couldn't tell Lynette that her father was hiding somewhere in the house right now.

To be fair, Arecino's stealth abilities are truly commendable. If Richard hadn't been so perceptive and hadn't been so aware of Arecino's presence, he would have had a hard time finding her.