Yes, Lady Funina!

For example, Fukalos, Clorinde, and her "father" Arecino.

These are all destabilizing factors!

Lynette dared not gamble. As the saying goes, things don't happen more than three times. If she failed again this time, she should consider following in her father's footsteps.

Lynette was right about this; if things continued to drag on, things could really change.

Putting everything else aside, Aregino, who was hiding in the living room, was already finding Richard and Lynette's constant bickering unbearable.

In her opinion, this was a complete waste of time. Lynette had clearly been aroused, but Richard had let the duck that was about to be eaten slip away.

Is Lynette a newbie and you a newbie too?

Arecino thought Richard was awful, utterly awful.

She pursed her lips, and after Richard and Lynette entered the room, she withdrew her elemental power and revealed her true form. She wanted to sit in the place where Richard had been sitting, but found that several places were a shade darker than the rest, so she changed her target and sat in the place where Lynette had been sitting.

Then he crossed his arms over his chest, closed his eyes, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Chapter 239 Guns and Bullets (Part 2)

Inside, Lynette didn't dare look directly at Richard. Instead, she walked to the window, closed the curtains, and turned on the lights.

Because the curtains were drawn, even with the lights on, the room was still somewhat dim, but you could still see things clearly inside.

Lynette's room was very tidy, extremely tidy, as if it had been specially cleaned yesterday. The table was empty, and the documents were neatly piled in the shelves next to it.

The bed was spotless, with both the sheets and the mattress pristine white, looking incredibly clean and giving one the urge to soil it.

Although it was tidy, you could still see signs of life in it. There were some small items that girls would like, but not as many as in a typical girl's home.

Lynette does like cute things, but unless she absolutely adores them, she won't bring them into her house. Just like someone else.

There was only one chair in Lynette's room, which makes sense, since she usually lives alone. Even when her brother Lynne comes, he doesn't go into her bedroom.

This wasn't Richard's first time visiting Lynette's room; he had been there several times before. He was arguably the first person to enter Lynette's bedroom since she became independent.

After staring at the chair for a while, Lynette took a small step forward and said:

"This chair is broken, and there's nowhere else to sit, so you can sit on the bed for now."

Richard looked at the perfectly preserved wooden chair. Was it really broken?

Lynette quietly shoved it under the table. She said it was broken, and that was that. If this chair hadn't been a gift from Richard when she moved into the house, it would probably be broken by now.

Chair: Is no one speaking up for me?

Richard didn't bother to find out if the chair was broken or not, just as he hadn't asked Lynette why she hadn't heard the sound of water for so long in the bathroom.

Tacitly.

Richard sat on the edge of the bed, but Lynette didn't sit down with him, mainly because she wasn't feeling well and was afraid of getting the sheets wet.

“You should sit down too. This is your bedroom. It’s not right for the host not to sit when the guest sits,” Richard patted the seat next to him and invited Lynette to sit down.

Seeing that Richard had said so, Lynette had no choice but to sit down as instructed, though she did sit some distance away from him.

Because of her experience in the living room, she really didn't dare to get too close to Richard. After all, his hands were really powerful, like they were electrified, and touching them gave her a tingling sensation.

Well, if Lynette doesn't come, Richard can still go.

Richard isn't the kind of guy who needs a girl to take the initiative; his initiative is frighteningly strong.

After adjusting their seats so that their thighs were almost touching, Richard finally stopped getting too close.

After all, Lynette had already been 'squeezed' to the head of the bed by him, and there was nowhere left to retreat. If she went any further, she would have to let Lynette sit on his lap.

Although it's only a matter of time, you should still pay attention to your table manners. Take it one step at a time.

Seeing Lynette cowering like a frightened deer, Richard couldn't help but find it amusing; she wasn't like this before.

What's he like when you ask him in the living room, "Don't you have anything else you want to do?"

"So what exactly did Arecino tell you? What conditions did you have to agree to for her to let you stay?" Richard asked curiously.

Although Richard had a vague suspicion, since Lynette and Arecino didn't say anything, the suspicion remained just that—suspicion.

Hearing Richard mention this, Lynette, who had been lost in thought, suddenly remembered what she had come for today.

"[Father] She didn't ask for any conditions." Lynette shook her head. If she wanted to stay, she could stay; there were no other additional conditions.

According to the rules of the House of Hearths, she also had to take the [Fire in the Bottle] to erase her memories.

Neither Lynette nor Richard would agree to this, and even Arecino didn't mention it, both tacitly ignoring it.

After all, if Arecino really dared to do that, Richard would probably hang her up and whip her.

Wait, could this also be a reward?

To get back to the point, what Arecino and Lynette said back then was actually more like a bet.

Arecino is betting that her method is better, and that Lynette's hesitation will prevent her from achieving anything significant.

Lynette, on the other hand, felt that her method was correct, but she was just unlucky.

The father's approach was too simplistic and crude, lacking any romance whatsoever.

Both sides have their own reasons, and in the end, it is just a difference in ideology, but the final result is actually the same.

Same way.

After thinking about this, Lynette hesitated for a moment before making a bold move.

She took Richard's hand again and placed it on her thigh.

Although her face felt a little hot, Lynette had come to terms with it.

Although Arecino's method was somewhat crude, it wasn't without its merits.

"In the House of Hearths, hesitation often means retreat, and retreat means failure. I have already failed twice. If I fail again this time, not only will Father doubt himself, but even I... might doubt myself."

As she said this, Lynette stared intently at Richard, her meaning clear: she had failed twice before, but this time she was determined to succeed no matter what.

The kind that no one can stop.

It also carries another layer of meaning: Lynette knows Richard understands her meaning, so stop pretending.

Lynette originally wanted to control the situation and make Richard follow her plan, but now it was clear that she couldn't control it, so Lynette simply gave up and left it to Richard after closing the door.

Anyway, it's just her and Richard here. Only heaven, earth, you, and I know. No one else knows.

When she stood before her father, Lynette was able to say that her insistence was correct.

Yes, the plan was good, but there were a few minor issues with its execution. However, these issues are insignificant and can be corrected quickly.

Lynette was not a rigid person; on the contrary, she was more adaptable than most people.

After saying this, Lynette paused again, met Richard's gaze, then looked away for a moment, but finally mustered the courage to look at him and say:

"Please, please leave me in Fontainebleau."

After saying this, Lynette closed her eyes and made no movement, but anyone who came would have understood that the girl was asking someone for something.

If Richard did nothing in the face of such an invitation, it would be somewhat insulting.

Actually, Richard had already been unable to hold back when he was in the living room. When Lynette stood up from his arms, he even had the urge to pull her back and take her right there and then.

Tell her that it wasn't a sign of needing to pee, but a sign of being aroused.

Now that Lynette is completely at his mercy, Richard no longer needs to think about anything else.

He leaned forward and very naturally pressed it against the soft cushions on the headboard, taking advantage of the situation.

As time went on, Lynette gradually got used to this kind of communication, and her body became less tense. Although she was still a little unnatural, she was much more flexible than before when she was stiff.

Richard also noticed Lynette's change, and he started fidgeting more with his hands.

At first, I was just appreciating the workmanship of the Fontaine hosiery factory, but later I gradually began to explore the quality of the Fontaine dress factory and investigate its elasticity limits.

As it turns out, Fontaine's clothes were indeed of good quality. Even with an extra pair of hands, the dress was only stretched a size larger, without tearing.

In comparison, Lynette's performance was not as good as her clothes; the clothes held up, but she was about to collapse.

Her breathing became several degrees more rapid than when they were kissing before, and the urge to urinate surged back into Lynette's heart, making her instinctively want to clamp her legs together, leaving no gap.

Unfortunately, Richard had already taken his place in the middle. At this moment, he was like a holdout in a demolition site, stuck right at the doorway, yet he showed no intention of leaving, and even seemed to be moving further in.

Her lower body was sitting on the edge of the bed, while her upper body was surrounded by the headboard, her whole body was folded to the side. Luckily, Lynette was very flexible; otherwise, she might have twisted her ankle.

However, sitting like this also brings a huge problem, which is that it is difficult to exert force and make it impossible to move the holdout.

So slowly her body gradually fell from the headboard cushion onto the bed, until finally she was lying on the bed with her thighs tightly squeezed together, and her calves turned into a small "V" shape due to the excessive force.

The arch of her foot, wrapped in black stockings, was taut, and through the black threads, you could see her distinct toes, all curled up and straining.

If the black stockings were removed, Richard could see the slightly bulging blue veins on the instep of his foot, caused by exertion. The combination of fair skin and faint blue veins was simply too beautiful.

It's okay if you don't see it now; there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

As Lynette fell downwards, Richard was forced to fall down with her, resulting in Richard's body weight landing on the cat.

As we all know, cats are fluids, and Lynette, as a catgirl, has inherited some of these characteristics.

She was so limp that Richard felt like he was lying on cotton when he was on top of her.

Despite her slender figure and seemingly thin frame, Lynette is actually the type who looks slim in clothes but has a muscular physique underneath.

Definitely not the kind of figure that makes people feel uneasy.

The body is soft where it should be soft, firm where it should be firm, and its overall muscle lines and curves are very attractive. It also has abs and looks very fit.

“Hmm…” Lynette gripped Richard’s wrists with both hands, but didn’t apply force, nor did she allow him to continue exploring in that direction.

Richard understood that this was because she hadn't adapted yet, so he didn't force her. The holdout changed her ways and left.

After Richard withdrew his hand, Lynette visibly relaxed, her legs slightly loosening.

But the next second she froze.

Generally speaking, the skirts worn by secretaries are bodycon skirts, the kind that are very tight-fitting.

However, this type of skirt has a drawback: it makes it difficult to move your legs freely, whether you open them horizontally or vertically.

But this kind of dress also has its advantages, namely, it's figure-flattering, looks great on, and is very eye-catching.

What if Richard wants both of its advantages and disadvantages?

The answer is simple—lift it up.

Richard thought so, and he did so.

Lynette was stunned.

Perhaps because she was too surprised, she didn't react when her messy hair drifted into her slightly parted red lips, which were agape in astonishment.

How can one describe Lynette at this moment?

Unparalleled beauty? Stunningly beautiful? Pitifully charming?

Richard wasn't sure, but he was very clear about one thing: the other person now belonged to him, and belonged exclusively to him.

Realizing what was happening, Lynette hurriedly pulled down her skirt with one hand while trying to cover something with the other.

But she failed to accomplish any of them; Richard stopped her from doing them all.

Richard brought both hands together, controlling them with one hand while the other hand reached up along the curve of her calf.

As the exploration progressed, Lynette's body gradually began to exhibit different shaking reactions.

But in the end, the trembling disappeared, and the girl's eyes seemed to be veiled in mist, making them unclear, yet her eyes held a hint of spring.

Richard realized it was time, and after fully depressing the clutch, he naturally shifted gears and accelerated.

As if she had guessed something, Lynette stopped resisting and started to cooperate.

With a little effort, a gap appeared between the legs, which had been as close as one, and then the gap grew larger and larger until it stopped when it was about the width of Richard's waist.

"Tear."

The stockings produced by the Fontaine Stocking Factory are of good quality but poor quality; they are very easy to snag and tear.

But these kinds of stockings are selling like hotcakes in Fontainebleau, while those with good texture and excellent quality are ignored.

That's really strange~

As the black veil was pulled back, pure white fabric came into view, and in the middle of the fabric was a line.