An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

The attic room was bathed in the soft light of dawn.

Lynn discovered that, without realizing it, she had become very fond of dreaming.

The scenes in dreams are often bizarre and absurd, and most of them are hard to remember after waking up.

But there was one thing he remembered very clearly.

That is, he always dreams of his childhood, and he always dreams of his bladder being extremely swollen and he can't hold it in and has to urinate.

And it was the same this morning.

In her dream, Lynn rushed to a public toilet whose exterior was painted dark red.

The public toilet has a bizarre shape, resembling some kind of ferocious beast that preys on people.

Just looking at it makes you feel a chill down your spine; it's really scary.

But Lynn was too anxious to care about any of that.

His bladder, which was about to burst, wouldn't listen to any of his explanations.

Just when he was about to burst completely, he suddenly plunged headfirst into the toilet.

Without saying a word, he stood in the pit and prepared to release the water.

But perhaps it was because it was in a dream, or perhaps it was because of some other location.

The process of draining water is not smooth at all, just like constipation.

The problem is that it's not smooth, but it doesn't feel smooth or enjoyable at all.

It's as if there's always some kind of barrier between us.

Thinking of this, Lynn gritted his teeth in his dream and then exerted his strength!

And in that very instant.

In reality, Lynn's eyelashes trembled rapidly in her sleep, and then she suddenly opened her eyes!

The moment he opened his eyes, his dark pupils suddenly contracted.

Suddenly I felt like something was missing from my body.

At that moment, the person's weight also decreased by about 20g.

As his brain restarted, Lynn instantly understood everything.

No wonder I had such an absurd dream.

Given all this, how could I not dream about it?

It would be strange if you didn't dream about it!

Within one-third of a second of the post-coital period.

Lynn was extremely astute enough to realize that this was definitely Mrs. Hill's masterpiece!

The reason is simple: the skill and technique just now were clearly very sophisticated.

It's something that a young girl like Katie could never have.

Sure enough, the next moment.

Then came Mrs. Hill's incredibly soft voice from the side: "Lin...what a coincidence, you're awake?"

"..."

Lynn's lips twitched involuntarily.

That's incredibly presumptuous of you to ask that question! What a coincidence!

"Why are you here?" Lynn asked knowingly, putting her hands behind her head.

He knew without being told that this resentful woman from her secluded chamber had come up to launch a surprise attack early in the morning.

It must be because I didn't go downstairs to the master bedroom last night and drove recklessly.

It seems Mrs. Hill is quite impatient.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Hill rolled her eyes with a charming and alluring expression.

While drawing circles with her fair and soft hands, she complained in a sweet and cloying tone:

"What else could I be doing? I wanted to show you how nice my new pajamas are."

As she spoke, Mrs. Hill released her grip and slowly straightened up.

As the black lace nightgown, partially open at the chest, tightened, large swathes of snow-white, full skin were exposed to the air without reservation.

Of course, the most deadly thing is that butterfly-patterned black bodysuit with horse oil!

Combined with the faint sweat stains seeping from the neck and forehead.

It is absolutely enough to instantly stimulate the most primal reproductive instincts within any man.

"Oh?"

Lynn's gaze followed, and then, as if drawn by a powerful magnet, he could not look away.

Extremely rare.

His aggressive gaze didn't fall on the large, alluring, white curves of her legs, but instead stared straight at the pair of long, black, oily stockings that covered her legs.

The black stockings clung tightly to her skin, perfectly showcasing the curves of the young woman's plump and rounded legs.

The glossy sheen of the stockings, as if coated with essential oil, adds an indescribable ambiguity and sensuality.

Flesh-colored skin is faintly visible through the black mesh of silk threads, as if silently extending a deadly invitation.

It exudes an urge to tear it to shreds immediately.

"good!"

After carefully examining the item from top to bottom with a critical eye, Lynn slowly offered a fair assessment.

Although his tone remained relatively calm, his gaze hardened slightly to convey respect.

To express such respect even in a moment of wisdom is already a great compliment.

"Oh? It's just 'not bad'?"

Mrs. Hill gave a charming chuckle, a sly glint in her alluring eyes.

Suddenly, without warning, she turned around, leaving Lynn with her full and voluptuous back view.

Under Lynn's slightly puzzled gaze.

Mrs. Hill stretched out her fair hands and slowly pulled up the hem of the already pitifully short black lace nightgown.

In an instant, the most crucial design element of the black stockings—the butterfly crotch—was completely exposed to the dim light.

Lynn's previously somewhat lazy expression suddenly froze.

He raised an eyebrow, momentarily puzzled as to what trick this woman was up to.

Under Lynn's questioning gaze, Mrs. Hill provocatively thrust out her round, full buttocks.

Then, those hands, painted with bright red nail polish, nimbly climbed up to the butterfly-shaped crotch at the base of her thighs like nimble snakes.

Gently pinch the edge with two fingers, then apply a little pressure.

baah~

After making this gesture, Mrs. Hill looked at Lynn with seductive eyes and asked in a soft, sweet voice, "And... now?"

"Buzz!"

Seeing this visually striking scene, Lynn's pupils contracted violently as if they had been hit by a bright light.

His entire face was briefly stiff, like a stone sculpture.

This...this is a bit too subtle!

This design is just... just absolutely fucking amazing!

In a short moment, Lynn felt as if the dormant blood in his body had been ignited like magma, and his blood and qi surged wildly like a pump, making him extremely intoxicated!

Of course, it wasn't just the one on the neck that was raised at this moment.

Screw the sage state! Everyone, move aside.

Right now, his only thought is the thrill of fighting!

He's going to drive recklessly right now!

Thinking of this, a blazing fire instantly rose in Lynn's eyes.

Without a word, he suddenly jumped out of bed and approached Mrs. Hill step by step with an extremely imposing aura.

"Wait! Don't rush, let me..."

Mrs. Hill's heart skipped a beat when she saw Lynn's murderous gaze.

I was both excited and instinctively flustered.

However, she didn't even have time to finish speaking.

Lynn's body, hot to the point of burning, pressed against him like a mountain crashing down.

This completely blocked all her escape routes!

……

"Bang!"

The space inside the attic was really not flattering; it was so cramped that there wasn't even room to turn around.

Mrs. Hill stumbled and, out of control, lunged again toward the old attic window.

Unsurprisingly, the long-neglected window let out a creaking sound as it finally gave way under the strain.

The window swung open instantly!

Mrs. Hill’s entire face, and even most of her upper body, were exposed to the morning breeze outside the window due to inertia.

The morning air seemed exceptionally fresh, with a hint of coolness, which made Mrs. Hill, who was feeling hot all over, feel inexplicably oxygen-drunk.

She clung tightly to the windowsill with both hands, raising her long, swan-like neck and biting her rosy lower lip hard.

His face was filled with an indescribable look of intoxication and satisfaction.

But just then...

Mrs. Hill, who was lost in her reverie, seemed to sense that something was amiss.

Subconsciously, I opened my drowsy eyes and glanced down the window.

With just one glance, he froze completely, as if he had been electrocuted!

At that moment, all the muscles in my body inexplicably tensed up.

There was someone standing quietly on the street downstairs, someone I didn't even know had appeared.

It wasn't Bob the mailman who delivers mail every day, but... it was Park Soo-yeon next door, who was jogging in her tight yoga pants!

Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke.

The air seemed to stop flowing at that moment.

An extremely strange and awkward atmosphere instantly filled the space between the two of them.

At this extremely awkward moment, Mrs. Hill suddenly couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.

Immediately afterwards, his body leaned out of the window a little more uncontrollably.

At the same time, Park Soo-yeon, who was standing downstairs, stopped completely in her tracks.

With his hands on his hips, he stared intently at Mrs. Hill, whose cheeks were excessively rosy, through the attic window, his gaze becoming extremely strange and complex.

His gaze repeatedly tried to penetrate the window, wanting to see behind Mrs. Hill, who was swaying slightly.

However, due to the upward angle, nothing could be seen except Mrs. Hill's tense shoulders.

"Is...is there something you need?"

Mrs. Hill gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and tried to make her voice sound calm and normal:

"My garden has been cleaned according to community rules. Do you have any further questions?"

Upon hearing this, Park Soo-yeon did not respond immediately.

Those fox-like eyes, with their exquisitely drawn eyeliner, stared unblinkingly at Mrs. Hill's slightly trembling shoulders.

After a long pause, she gave a cold, meaningful smile and replied:

"Mrs. Hill looks radiant this morning, she seems... truly happy!"

When she said the word "happiness," Park Soo-yeon deliberately emphasized it.

On that gentle face, there was a hint of gnashing jealousy.

"Yes! Mrs. Hill always looks radiant! It must be because she gets all that fresh air in the attic every morning! Good morning, ladies!"

Just then, Bob, the postman, rode by on his bicycle and waved enthusiastically, shouting something.

Upon hearing this phrase every morning, the expressions of both the women upstairs and downstairs changed simultaneously.

Mrs. Hill was so ashamed and furious that she wished she could jump off the attic right then and there.

In Park Soo-yeon's eyes, however, was an intense, undisguised jealousy.

Every day? Haha!

After glaring at the shameless woman upstairs, Park Soo-yeon instantly lost interest in continuing her morning run.

Run! Run! Run!

What's the point of running?!

Come back home!

He snorted coldly, then immediately turned around and quickly returned to his home.

Mrs. Hill's tense nerves only relaxed when Park Soo-yeon's figure and Postman Bob disappeared from sight.

He had just let out a long breath.

But the next second, his whole body stiffened as if he had been electrocuted.

An uncontrollable gasp escaped his throat: "OMG!!"

A few seconds later.

Mrs. Hill, her body limp like a lump of mud, slumped weakly against the windowsill.

Turning her head, her eyes darted towards Lynn behind her, her tone carrying a hint of reproach and a strange provocation:

"Why did you suddenly speed up when you saw Park Soo-yeon? You little rascal, you're so mean!"

……

At the same time.

Meanwhile, Park Soo-yeon returned home with a dark expression and a menacing aura.

With a loud bang, the door was slammed shut.

She didn't even change out of her yoga pants before striding straight to her bedroom on the second floor.

In his mind, the suggestive image of Mrs. Hill peering out the attic window kept replaying in his mind.

She, Park Soo-yeon, isn't some clueless three-year-old girl.

Could Mrs. Hill's desperately suppressed expression and irregularly swaying body possibly hide it from her?

She could smell that salty, damp scent that made her blush and her heart race, even from half a street away.

The scene I just saw has made her extremely angry! Very angry!

Especially when you think that the man who is currently hiding behind Mrs. Hill and driving recklessly is the young and strong Lynn.

Her anger soared to the heavens!

Then she thought of her useless husband at home who always did terribly badly at doing math problems.

Her temper was raging to the extreme, and she desperately needed an outlet!

"Click!"

Filled with rage, Park Soo-yeon pushed open the bedroom door.

"Honey? You...didn't you go for a morning run? Why are you back so soon?"

The bespectacled husband, who was lying in bed looking at his phone, was startled.

He squinted his severely nearsighted eyes and looked at his murderous wife with a puzzled expression.

Park Soo-yeon ignored his question and walked to the bedside with a cold face.

Without saying a word, he roughly pulled off the tight yoga pants, tossed them aside, and climbed onto the bed.

She yanked the blanket off her husband and, without any warning, sat down with a thunderous thud!

"Wife! You... Ouch!"

The bespectacled man's pupils dilated sharply as he gasped.

They were completely caught off guard by this sudden and brutal treatment.

Just three minutes later.

The bespectacled man gave a soft hum, and then his entire body completely relaxed.

An awkward, deathly silence fell over the bedroom...

Faced with Park Soo-yeon's almost murderous, icy gaze, the bespectacled man swallowed hard, his face contorted with embarrassment as he forced a fawning smile and stammered an explanation:

"Um... honey, I just woke up this morning and I'm not feeling too well. You know, men sometimes feel this way in the morning..."

Upon hearing this, Park Soo-yeon's lips twitched violently, her disgust and dislike on her face making no attempt to hide it.

What she hates most in her life is apologizing afterward!

This feeling of being suspended in mid-air, neither up nor down, is worse than being killed!

A moment later, Park Soo-yeon looked down at her husband with icy eyes and spoke in a commanding tone that left no room for argument:

"Shut up! Stop talking nonsense and lick it clean!"

"Okay, okay!"

The bespectacled man pursed his lips in relief and quickly moved his body obediently.

This is indeed the only skill he can currently offer.

A few seconds later.

Park Soo-yeon tilted her head back and her eyes gradually became unfocused.

However, what came to her mind was not her husband's face at all.

Instead, it was Lynn's figure with a chiseled jaw...

……

at the same time.

Suddenly, without warning, a line of small, luminous text appeared in front of Lynn's retina:

[Adoration +10]

PS: The censors have gone numb and have started to wipe out the Blood Wolf Gang...