System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 932 - 281: No Mercy in Judgment

Despite the fact that the body was turned away from him, and covered with a thin quilt.

Just from the curves and shape of the body.

He could immediately tell that it was Janet Frank lying on the large bed.

Lynn’s brow involuntarily arched slightly.

This time, he did not ask Janet to give him a massage and warm the bed.

But Janet, as if by habit, had come to his large bed.

Lynn stepped closer with his steps.

Perhaps it was his footsteps that woke Janet on the large bed.

Or perhaps it was because Janet had been waiting for him, until she fell asleep.

As he stepped closer to the bed.

Janet’s waist, curved as she lay on the bed, was gently swaying.

She did not notice at all, the thin quilt covering her slipped down.

Janet’s pristine shoulders and spine came into his view.

Lynn’s gaze moved slowly down Janet’s spine.

That voluptuous fair ridge contrasted sharply with her waist.

Creating an alluring curve.

Her long, fair legs unconsciously crossed to make her lying position more comfortable.

Unaware of the deep scenery vaguely presented before Lynn.

As Lynn continued to approach.

Janet uttered some murmurs and her body shifted slightly.

From the sleeping position facing away from him to facing him.

The round fair surface in front of Janet suddenly struck Lynn’s eye.

The voluptuous fair ridge, the slim waist, the flat abdomen with vest lines...

If not for hearing Janet’s low breathing that only occurs in deep sleep.

Lynn would even think Janet was doing it on purpose!

But.

Whether or not it’s intentional, it makes no difference to him.

He moved his feet, sat on the edge of the large bed, turned his body, laying on the bed.

At the same time, his right arm moved, wrapping around Janet’s waist.

A feeling of body warmth instantly appeared in Lynn’s hand.

Perhaps sensing Lynn’s action, two murmur-like sounds of dreaming were heard again from Janet’s mouth.

Looking at Janet’s delicate face nearby, her rosy and thin lips, her gently closed eyes...

Lynn’s lips arched slightly.

Meanwhile, the right hand that had been wrapped around Janet’s waist began to wander slowly.

Moving from Janet’s waist to the flat belly, continuing upwards.

Soon.

Reaching the round ridge.

As his right hand moved, he saw Janet’s tightly closed eyes showing signs of opening.

Beneath her eyelids, the eyes shifted, and her long eyelashes trembled gently.

As Lynn’s right hand grasped, Janet opened her moving eyes.

Looking at Lynn’s face nearby.

Perhaps still waking up, her eyes were full of confusion.

...

Feeling the changes in her body, Janet finally snapped back to reality.

Her eyes widened, she opened her mouth, intending to say something.

But Lynn did not give her the chance.

His face drew near, pressed against Janet’s rosy lips.

As Lynn continued to explore.

Janet gently closed her eyes.

Allowing Lynn’s right hand to continue its exploration.

Seeing her close her eyes again, but due to tension.

The trembling of her eyelashes increased.

A smile involuntarily formed in Lynn’s heart.

A moment later.

Lynn’s arm moved, placing Janet flat in front of him.

Moving both arms, bending his knees to sit up.

In Janet’s eyes full of movement, after a gentle searching touch, Lynn’s body suddenly pressed closer to her.

...

The night deepened.

The water vapor, filled with soil and salty odors, enveloped the surface of the Seine River.

A gust of wind blew the vapor toward Spirit Reef Port where ships were moored.

Despite the ropes on the shore serving as guides and anchors.

Under the sway and impact of the river, the ships continued to sway uncontrollably.

Along with it.

The lamps for marking and illumination on ship masts flickered in the night wind.

Even though it was already deep into the night.

It could not stop the enthusiasm of workers unloading cargo at the docks.

They carried sacks over their shoulders, their steps crossing the wooden planks used for transport, creating a constant ’creak’ sound.

They were the lowest in Spirit Reef Port.

To earn a few pence, to let their wives and children at home have a bite to eat.

They had no choice but to come to the port late at night, selling their physical strength.

In contrast to their employers, the traveling merchants were.

Before the night fell, they had already entered brothels.

Now, they were lying on the bellies of the prostitutes, enjoying the pampering by these voluptuous women.

At Spirit Reef Port’s city walls.

A middle-aged man wearing black leather armor stepped, climbed the stairs, and came to the top of the walls.

Danke, who was instructing the soldiers to stay alert, heard footsteps and turned to look.

As the flames from the brazier revealed the man’s face.

He hurriedly ended his conversation with the guarding soldiers and walked toward the middle-aged man.

Reaching him, Danke bent slightly, speaking respectfully: "Sir, why have you come to the walls?"