Chapter 62: High-End Domineering Aura and Top-Class Voluptuous Beauty

  My answer?

  Just talking can't express what I mean anymore, so I directly took action.

  One hand grasped her slender waist tightly, pulling our bodies closer together. Now, only the scorching thing between our lower bodies remained, and the fiery sensation spread from my abdomen to my brain. The root of my erection was pressed against the woman's belly, slightly alleviating the painful swelling.

  The brown eyes of the female vagabond were full of spring: "It's really big."

  On the other hand, I grasped the female hooligan's breasts with one hand, and couldn't hold onto the full flesh ball that came over, making me comfortably close my eyes.

  The next second, I pulled open the lining and let a smooth and full breast peak jump out, bowed my head and held that bright fruit in my mouth.

  The female vagabond let out a soft hum, her hands hooked around my neck, her body twisting and turning, the nasal sounds of her breathing only igniting an even stronger flame of desire within me.

  The tactile sensation from the tip of the tongue is wonderful, the mouthfeel is great, and the soft granules quickly become plump and erect in the mouth.

  She lifted her entire body, and her legs wrapped around my waist. I turned around and put her by the side of the pool, with half of my body pressing down on hers. This young, sexy body was very enticing, the taste at the edge of her mouth was delicious, and the color on top was even more vibrant and tempting to pick.

  Along the abdomen with eight-pack abs, my index finger pressed against the entrance of the mysterious valley: "I've always wondered what this thing tastes like, but I'm even more curious about how it feels inside."

  "Put your finger in, and you'll know." The charming female vagabond grasped my index finger, guiding it inside. It was very hot, tender, soft, and tight, with a hint of moisture, making it impossible to imagine what kind of wonderful feeling it would be if it were my lower body entering instead. Perhaps the creator made men's genitals capable of erection just for the purpose of penetrating into the depths of a woman's valley, enjoying the squeezing sensation.

  First-class human cannon ready!

  "Take off your mask, I want to see what you look like."

  "It can't be." Even a woman who could give her chastity away refused me, I feel somewhat absurd.

  "Why?"

  "I want to wear a mask and do these things with you."

  "But I don't want to!"

  "Why must you be so particular? Are you really that concerned about appearance?"

  "You wore a mask, afterwards, how would I know who slept with me!"

  "It's better if you don't understand, and you won't be responsible for it. Anyway, nowadays everyone just wants to get physical pleasure."

  "This doesn't make sense, if I just wanted any woman, I could go to a brothel!"

  "If a face and a name are a person's identity, then my mask is also my identity. Moreover, the mask has very important significance to me. Only when I wear the mask, am I that sixteen-year-old girl who knew you, rather than other roles I play in front of others; only with this mask, am I really myself."

  "This sounds a bit far-fetched. You mean that once you take off the mask, and do those things with me, you'll be a different woman?"

  "Yes."

  Women are very particular about the first time, and many people yearn to complete a physical exchange in a romantic setting filled with infinite fantasy. Although I don't have as high expectations for the setting as women do, I'm also someone who has aspirations - at the very least, the first time should take place in an atmosphere of mutual sincerity, beauty, and harmony.

  What the heck is going on, a perfectly good romantic encounter turned into a philosophical debate by this female hooligan, I'm baffled. One German female intellectual is enough!

  The raging fire in his brain was extinguished in an instant, but he had already pushed her halfway, just one step short of completion. And besides, how would he face the female hoodlum afterwards?

  "It seems that your teaching can only go this far, because the hardware of your teaching cannot satisfy my learning needs, my dear teacher." I said with a smile, pinching the plump breasts of the female rogue.

  "What does it mean?"

  "I changed to a simple way she could understand: 'When I feel about you has sublimated to the point where even if you wear a mask, I can accept it, or when you open your heart and are willing to take off the mask, we can continue what we haven't finished.'"

  "Hey! Really not continuing? Don't you feel very hungry and in need?"

  "I've gone sixteen years without touching a woman and I'm still alive, so I can certainly do without for a few more days." Besides, I have a familiar female wife in Constantinople; by comparison, it would be better to push Wendy over. And who knows if this isn't some cheap trick of the old man's to test me.

  He scooped up the cold water from the pool next to him and poured it over his head, instantly calming down his tense lower body. As for the cheap toy sent by that familiar old man, I had a pretty good idea.

  The female vagabond moved her lips and retreated back into the water.

  I grabbed a towel to wipe off the water stains on my body, and told the female vagabond to come into my room later, because I had already thought of how to deal with this sudden arrival, who was tempting me from head to toe.

  Back in the room, he picked up a kettle and poured himself a cup of water. At this moment, the female vagrant arrived.

  I had her sit down in a chair, put her hands behind her back and turn her around to face the female thug. I recalled having forgotten most of it, then told her something that had always interested me: "I need a female bodyguard."

  "I need a female bodyguard with a plump buttocks and beautiful breasts."

  "Ah."

  The female vagabond in the mirror was stunned.

  In my mind's eye, I imagine a silver-haired ojou-sama from Japanese anime, a female warrior goddess on the battlefield, and I've spoken out my ideal!

  "When I was a kid, I had an ideal. Dreaming of the future, a beautiful female bodyguard with a plump butt and breasts, a perfect figure, she not only has to be skilled in swordsmanship but also able to take on hundreds alone, and when necessary, be able to capture enemy leaders like taking something from her pocket. However, these are not the key points, what I need is for her to stand behind me with a plump butt and breasts when I go out, stand beside me with a plump butt and breasts when I give speeches, stand by my side with a plump butt and breasts when I work, in short, no matter when or where, she must be plump and beautiful! But the most crucial point is that if someone looks down on me, she will be the first to stand up and destroy that person with her plump butt and breasts, if someone insults me, she will still be the first to stand up and cut off the opponent's dog head with her plump butt and breasts, if someone wants to kill me, she will just before the enemy kills me, continue to take him down with her plump butt and breasts!"

  A female hooligan held her chest with one hand and pinched her chin with the other, nodding solemnly: "Voluptuous buttocks and beautiful breasts, I have confidence."

  "In short, being cold-blooded, loyal, and having a great figure with a plump butt and beautiful breasts is key!" I turned back to gaze at this female rogue, her figure was indeed plump and beautiful, even a pair of horse riding pants could bring out an allure that surpasses silk stockings, but her personality didn't seem cold-blooded at all, as for loyalty, this kind of thing that needs to be proven over time.

  "Of course. In my ideal, there are more things, but I won't tell you for now. So, no matter what your purpose is in coming to me, in short, I only ask one thing of you: keep your mysterious and cool image as my shadow. After this war ends, I will send you back to your organization and give you freedom and corresponding wealth."

  "What about the second half? You think I can't do it?" The female vagabond felt underestimated.

  "As for the second half, I don't need you to do it anymore, because that's not something that can be accomplished just by having a beautiful face and breasts." I changed the subject, "By the way, I still don't know what to call you until now."

  "You can call me Assassin."

  "Isn't that the name of your organization?"

  "We are all called Assassins, inside, everyone has a number, no name."

  "Okay, I'm really looking forward to being with you for the next six months or even a year."

  Assassin, this title sounds better than female hoodlum.

  High-end, exotic, top-notch, just mentioning it, the name alone makes you understand that it's a must-have for the wealthy.

  "For Rome's service, this is my glory!"

  Yes, for Rome, let's make a beautiful buttocks and breasts, later Alexander became the emperor, I'll give him his son, find a silver-haired beautiful buttocks and breasts sister-in-law guard, right? What was that silver-haired sister-in-law called again? Doesn't matter, anyway when the time comes just name her as the goddess of war on the battlefield... The first generation goddess of war will directly copy that silver-haired sister-in-law's image, then Assassin is the second generation, Alexander's son is the third generation!