The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

No! Shut up!

Pera screamed inwardly, but her body twisted slightly uncontrollably, trying to avoid the sweet lick that made her soul tremble, but to no avail.

Above the table, Hook looked at Pera's distraught, sweaty, and dazed appearance, and he knew exactly what was going on.

She deliberately cleared her throat to change the subject: "Oh dear, we've been talking about Sister Pera all this time. Clara, what do you think of Brother Lonin? He's a great hero who saved our Bellenberg!"

Clara, suddenly called out, bright red eyes flashed. She glanced at her older sister Pera, who was clearly not in a good mood, and then thought of her younger brother Luo Ning's always well-behaved smiling face. She answered seriously, "Younger brother Luo Ning is very good. He is brave and smart."

"Right, right!" Hook continued to "guide," "So, does Clara like her little brother, Lonin?"

“I like him.” Clara nodded. In her eyes, her younger brother, Luo Ning, was indeed a likable and good friend. Every word Hook said was like a needle, precisely piercing Pera’s nerve of shame. Compared to Clara’s innocent answer, what was happening under the table seemed all the more shameful and unbearable, and that clueless little fellow seemed not content with just a superficial understanding.

A faint, moist "chirping" sound, accompanied by the sound of swallowing saliva, emanated from under the table. The sound was very soft, but it was exceptionally clear in the relatively quiet room.

"Hmm?" Hook's cheeks flushed slightly, and his heart inexplicably quickened. That voice... Luo Ning's younger brother is too...

She absentmindedly touched her cheek, which felt a little hot.

Clara tilted her head, curiously looking under the table, and whispered, "What is little brother Luo Ning eating under the table? It looks delicious."

In her innocent little mind, she couldn't possibly connect that ambiguous voice with anything other than "eating".

Although she and her brother Lonin had done some "special" things, Mr. Schwarz had not taught her these details, and her limited imagination could not comprehend that the human body could sometimes become a "delicious meal."

The game continued in an extremely eerie atmosphere.

Pera moved the chess pieces almost instinctively; her mind was completely occupied by the sensory stimulation under the table. Every sharp sweetness, every deep breath sent shivers down her spine and made her toes tense.

Hook was also distracted by the ambiguous voice and his own wild thoughts. Zheng Yinzi's hands became a little unsteady. Finally, after a round of chaotic moves, Hook's piece unfortunately fell into the trap.

"Oops! I lost!" Hook slammed his hand on the table, feigning annoyance. "It's my turn to crawl under the table!"

She stood up nimbly and called out to the area under the table, "Little brother Luo Ning, come out now, it's my turn to go in!" "Oh, okay~" Luo Ning's clever voice came from under the table.

A moment later, Luo Ning's little head popped out from under the tablecloth. His face was flushed with satisfaction, and his lips were exceptionally red and glistening with crystal.

He raised his small hand and slowly wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, the movement natural yet carrying an indescribable warmth and implication. Seeing this, Pera's face flushed crimson. She abruptly lowered her head, covering her burning cheeks with her hands, wishing she could immediately...

It disappeared instantly.

He...he wiped his mouth! There. There's something on it...

Clara, still as curious as ever, looked at Luo Ning's rosy lips, then glanced under the table, even more puzzled: "Little brother Luo Ning, what did you eat down there? Your mouth is all wet."

Luo Ning lowered her eyes and revealed an innocent smile: "It's candy that Sister Pera accidentally dropped. It's sweet and delicious." Pera felt like she wanted to die.

Hook suppressed a laugh, bent down, and crawled under the table. The heavy tablecloth draped down again, isolating the inside from the outside. The space under the table, because of what had just happened, was filled with an even richer, more ambiguous atmosphere.

As soon as Hook entered, he saw Pera's pale legs, which were tightly pressed together and trembling slightly due to shame and nervousness, and the edge of her wet, glistening silk.

A glint of excitement flashed in her eyes, then her gaze shifted to Luo Ning, who had just entered beside her. The little guy was straightening his clothes, a hint of lingering satisfaction on his face.

Hook licked his lips, revealing a sinister smile reminiscent of "Lord Black Hook".

The next second, she reached out with lightning speed and ripped off Luo Ning's loose shorts! "Sister Hook?!" Luo Ning exclaimed in surprise.

However, Hook gave him no chance to react. She lowered her head slightly, opened her small mouth, and accurately took into her mouth the "companion sword" that was completely out of character for his age and was already trembling with energy.

The warm, moist, and soft little thing instantly enveloped Lord Hook's proud and abundant sword, and he was about to begin to savor the "deliciousness"!

Chapter 147 Curious Baby, Clara Falls into the Trap

The faint sounds coming from under the table sounded to Clara like the sounds of some exquisite delicacy being enjoyed. *Plop. Plop.*

And then there were the occasional sounds that Luo Ning's younger brother made, sounds that seemed like he was trying to laugh awkwardly, or like he was struggling with something.

Clara couldn't help but tilt her head curiously, her ears perked up, trying to hear more clearly. What on earth is this?

What could make Luo Ning so excited, and what made Hook make those gurgling sounds?

Various imaginations began to surface in her mind: Did Luo Ning's younger brother hide some particularly delicious candy? The kind that only he had, especially sweet and delicious candy?

It was brought back from outside by Sister Hook, something that only adventurers could eat, and it smelled delicious like roast meat.

The more she thought about it, the craving grew stronger, and her stomach couldn't help but growl. She wished she could have a taste too.

Or should I deliberately lose the next round?

That way, she could crawl under the table and see what "good stuff" her little brother Luo Ning and her sister Hu Ke were eating! Just as Clara's mind was filled with thoughts of "delicious food," the chess game on the table was nearing its end.

Luo Ning's little face was as red as a ripe apple. He would occasionally twist his body slightly, looking both uncomfortable and comfortable.

He would occasionally give a slight cold look, and then immediately hear Hook's sister swallowing with suppressed satisfaction from under the table.

This sounds so delicious!

Clara became even more determined to crawl under the table.

Now only Clara and Luo Ning remain on the chessboard. Luo Ning's younger brother, for some unknown reason, has become somewhat chaotic in his moves, revealing several obvious flaws.

If Clara had played her normal strategy, she could have easily released a decisive piece and won the game.

But Clara's mind was completely occupied by the "delicious" food under the table. She moved the pieces absentmindedly, completely giving up the chances of winning.

She even "accidentally" made a wrong move, allowing Luo Ning's brother's piece to easily jump over the trap and reach the finish line! "Oh dear!" Clara exclaimed in feigned surprise, but with a hint of excitement on her face, "I lost!"

She immediately stood up and shouted under the table, "Sister Hook, I lost! It's my turn to be punished, come out and let me go in!"

“Oh…” came Hook’s muffled voice from under the table, sounding like something was still in her mouth.

Pera kept her head down, trying to calm her erratic breathing and heartbeat, but when she heard Clara's words, she couldn't help but look up.

She saw Luo Ning's little hand gently placed on Hook's head, the movement looking very natural, even tender.

Upon seeing this, Pera's heart sank. She immediately understood what was happening.

Hook's sister...was she also slapped?

No wonder Sister Hook has been developing so well lately... Could it be that this is also related to Brother Luo Ning?

However, Luo Ning's younger brother's body, although it looks delicate and weak, is surprisingly... so strong. One or two times probably wouldn't be enough, right?

Thinking of this, the "shadow Pella" in Pella's mind began to whisper again: "See, see, Pella? I told you he was amazing, didn't I? Even Lord Hook fell to his sword! You shouldn't hold back anymore, just join them. You've already made such a splash, why not?"

No! Pera bit her lip hard, stopping herself from listening any further.

Finally, Sister Hook slowly crawled out from under the table, a satisfied smile on her face, her lips slightly moist, and she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Sister Hook, what are you eating down there? Why is your mouth all wet?" Clara asked impatiently. Hook glanced at Luo Ning, then at the eager Clara, a sly glint in his eyes.

She replied perfunctorily, "It's nothing, it's just some cookie crumbs that my younger brother Luo Ning accidentally dropped, and I picked them up and ate them."

"Cookie crumbs?" Clara was a little disappointed, but still wanted to see for herself.

She couldn't wait any longer and ducked under the table. "It's your turn."

Hook smiled and said something under the table, her tone carrying a deeper meaning that only she understood. Clara didn't understand what "passing the baton" meant at first.

She crawled under the table and, in the dim light, saw her little brother, Luo Ning. The little guy was sitting there obediently, his face still flushed with contentment.

What surprised her even more was that in front of him, the "sword that accompanied him" was completely disproportionate to his eight-year-old body, standing tall and looking exceptionally large and spirited.

Clara's face flushed red instantly, and her mind went completely blank. It was only then that she realized what had happened.

Could it be that... Sister Hook wasn't eating cookie crumbs just now... but rather...

In an instant, the enormous "accompanying sword" and Clara's small, innocent face, filled with fear, formed a stark contrast.

"Cookie crumbs?" Clara was a little disappointed, but still wanted to see for herself.

She couldn't wait any longer and ducked under the table. "It's your turn."

Hook smiled and said something under the table, her tone carrying a deeper meaning that only she understood. Clara didn't understand what "passing the baton" meant at first.

She crawled under the table and, in the dim light, saw her little brother, Luo Ning. The little guy was sitting there obediently, his face still flushed with contentment.

What surprised her even more was that in front of him, the "sword that accompanied him" was completely disproportionate to his eight-year-old body, standing tall and looking exceptionally large and spirited.

Clara's face flushed red instantly, and her mind went completely blank. It was only then that she realized what had happened.

Could it be that... Sister Hook wasn't eating cookie crumbs just now... but rather...

In an instant, the enormous "accompanying sword" and Clara's small, innocent face, filled with fear, formed a stark contrast.

Chapter 148 Pera's End

The enormous sword, so disproportionate to Luo Ning's young body, stood unobstructed before Clara's eyes. Clara's little face instantly flushed a beautiful pink.

Her eyes were wide and still, filled with pure surprise and a hint of familiarity.

So... what Sister Hook was doing under the table wasn't eating cookie crumbs. She was... helping Brother Luo Ning.

Clara quickly recalled that not long ago, she and her brother Luo Ning had played a similar "special game" in Shiwa Niang's room.

That feeling... actually felt quite comfortable.

Luo Ning's younger brother's "companion sword," although it looked terrifying, actually... tasted sweet and warm. The powder on her little face grew even thicker, almost dripping with moisture.

Mr. Swani once said that some things shouldn't be done with others. But... Brother Lonin is a good person.

Moreover, that feeling was like eating the sweetest honey, making her... miss it a little.

Clara's red eyes flickered a few times as she looked at Luo Ning's younger brother's face, which still carried a hint of innocence, and at his "companion sword," which was completely incongruous with his features and possessed a spirited and elegant air.

She gently bit her lower lip and made a decision.

The young girl slowly and somewhat hesitantly lowered her head, bringing it closer to the object that exuded a strange allure. A warm breath wafted towards her.

She closed her eyes, as if summoning immense courage, opened her small mouth, and carefully, little by little, "took the proud sword into her mouth."

Sure enough. It's still the same size.

Clara's cheeks were bulging, but she still tried to swallow, making soft gurgling sounds in her throat.

Although she was a little rusty and her movements were far less skillful and bold than her older sister Hook's, she began to gently and rhythmically shake her little head, following the vague impressions in her memory.

Her long white hair swayed gently with her movements, the ends occasionally brushing against Luo Ning's lower abdomen, causing a slight itch.

Luo Ning comfortably closed her eyes, gently placing her small hand on Clara's head, as if soothing a well-behaved kitten. The space under the table was once again filled with a warm and humid atmosphere.

Pera, perched on the table, listened to the faint yet blush-inducing sound, her body involuntarily tensing. Clara, her sister. She too...

This realization filled her with a strange sense of panic and... a vague, inexplicable sense of loss. Time slipped away little by little as Clara clumsily but diligently "served" her.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the little girl's forehead, and her cheeks became even more rosy from working hard for a long time.

Finally, with a satisfied groan from Luo Ning, Clara felt a warm force surge into her... still that unique taste with a slightly sweet and fishy flavor.

She obediently swallowed all the "fertile liquid," then raised her head contentedly, wiped her moist lips with the back of her hand, and a pure and satisfied smile appeared on her face.

"Little brother Luo Ning, you're still so delicious," she whispered, her voice soft and sweet, with a hint of lingering sweetness. Luo Ning patted her head, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Clara crawled out from under the table contentedly, her little face flushed, as if she had just stolen some delicious candy.

Hook looked at Clara's satisfied expression, then glanced under the table and smiled knowingly. The game continued.

This time, it was Pera's turn to throw the dice.

Whether it was because the stimulation just now was too intense, or for some other reason, Pera's hand was a little unsteady, and the ball rolled around on the table a few times before finally stopping on a point that was extremely unfavorable to her.

"Oh dear, Pella, you lost again!" Hook's voice carried a hint of schadenfreude.

Pera's heart sank. She'd lost again.

She glanced under the table instinctively.

That dim space, in her eyes at that moment, seemed to have transformed into an abyss filled with unknown allure and danger.

"Sister Pera, it's your turn." Clara tugged at Pera's sleeve, looking at her with her innocent red eyes. "Go and take the baton..."

Pera's cheeks instantly burned.

She certainly understood what "taking over" meant.

"Hehe. Pella, what are you hesitating for?" The voice of "Shadow Pella" rang out in her mind again, filled with undisguised excitement and desire. "Clara has already tried it, why don't you try it too! Aren't you curious about what Luo Ning's companion sword tastes like? Besides, aren't you already so wet from him? What's a little more? Anyway, we've already gone all in, haven't we?"

Broken jar, broken jar.

These four words were like a key, unlocking the lock on Pera's heart called "shame." Yes.