Yes, Lady Funina!

Chapter 237 Captives on the Tip of the Tongue

'Besides being pretty... isn't there anything else you want to do?'

Lynette's eyes were like water, and the slight intoxication made her gaze naturally reveal a hazy feeling. Unlike her usual appearance, she had lost some of the aloofness of a typical girl and gained more of the charming naivety that belonged to a young girl.

Seeing that Richard didn't reply for a while, Lynette lowered her eyelids slightly, and like a cat, leaned forward and crawled over the coffee table, closing the distance between herself and Richard. Her knees, encased in black stockings, rested on the coffee table, one hand supporting her on the table, while the other hand landed on the empty space on the sofa where Richard was sitting.

He seemed to be pressing down on Richard, with only two fists' width between them.

Richard could smell the girl's unique body fragrance, which was mixed with the aroma of wine and tea.

Lynette could also feel the heat emanating from the man, that unique masculine aura.

“Today is Sunday, a day off, so there’s no workplace harassment option.” Lynette leaned closer, almost whispering in Richard’s ear.

The warm breath on my earlobe made me feel all tingly.

What Lynette meant was simple: she would no longer use 'workplace harassment' as an excuse.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that this time it's her turn to be the harasser.

Offense and defense shift, Lynette, go for it!

"Are you implying something?" Richard supported Lynette's waist with both hands, as if afraid she would fall.

However, as soon as he caught it, Richard felt something furry wrap around his right hand.

It turned out that Lynette's cat tail had somehow ended up on Richard's right hand.

"Want to touch it?" Lynette's tone rose, carrying a seductive quality.

Compared to Yae no Miko's mature and alluring charm, Lynette's allure was somewhat immature, but in terms of effect, it was no less than Yae no Miko's.

Even this youthful charm is the most unique because it is a phase; once this phase is over, even Lynette would find it difficult to replicate this style.

Upon hearing Lynette's words, Richard immediately agreed and covered her with his large hand, repeating the process over and over again.

Lynette's face flushed bright red. She had asked Richard to touch her tail, but he seemed to have misunderstood something and touched the base of the tail instead.

It wasn't even one hand, but both hands at once.

Those hands seemed to possess magic; after only a few moves, Lynette lost all her strength, her whole body went limp, as if her bones had been pulled out, and she collapsed.

That tingling, numb feeling was even more irresistible than having Richard stroke his tail.

In just a short while, Lynette felt something was wrong with her. The mist in her eyes thickened, as if it were about to drip water or form threads.

"Mmm... Ooh..." Lynette's red lips parted slightly, her small mouth panting, and her hands, which were originally supporting her on the sofa, were now supporting her on Richard's chest.

The person changed from a crawling position to a side-sitting position. Because Richard was helping to support her buttocks, her lower legs, which were resting on the coffee table, no longer had any support, and her center of gravity shifted to Richard.

"You...don't...stop, stop for a moment." Lynette felt that if this continued, she would really get drunk.

Of course, this "drunkenness" is not the same as that kind of drunkenness. The main reason is that Lynette still wants to follow her original plan instead of letting Richard control everything.

Richard respected Lynette very much, and when she said to stop, he did so without hesitation, demonstrating exceptional execution.

He did stop, but he showed no sign of pulling his hand back. In the short time that followed, he had already penetrated deep behind enemy lines.

From the outside, if you look closely, you can vaguely see two handprints protruding from inside the skirt.

Lynette is wearing black pantyhose today, the kind that reaches her waist. The pantyhose are made of a very delicate material, making them irresistible to the touch. Even when they are close to her skin, they still give her a genuine sense of satisfaction.

When Lynette saw Richard stop, she was initially disappointed, but then she breathed a sigh of relief. After catching her breath, Lynette wriggled in Richard's arms, her cat tail curling into a circle.

Feeling the warmth from Richard's palm behind her, she was extremely embarrassed, but in the end she didn't let Richard pull it back. She decided to leave it like that for now.

"You actually touched me, just like I told you to..." Lynette said softly, as if complaining, or perhaps she was being coquettish.

At this moment, Lynette had completely lost her usual aloofness, and her tone of voice was rising.

“I always obey Lady Lynette,” Richard said again, in a serious tone.

"I'm doing this for work."

"Work?" Lynette silently turned her head to look at the hands that were already inside her skirt. Whose hands work like that?

Although she used work as the reason for calling Richard over, she didn't expect Richard to be so shameless, still managing to bring up work even after all that.

Lynette wanted to ask, "Is your job legitimate?"

"Helping colleagues solve their problems is part of the job, isn't it?" Richard made up.

He can not only help his colleagues solve their problems, but also help his subordinates, superiors and partners to smooth things over. His main characteristic is that he is always willing to help others.

Lynette blushed. "What kind of problem-solving is this?"

Is the problem about something difficult? It's clearly about her skirt!

“Smooth-talking,” Lynette said, biting her lip.

Richard's eyes widened. "How can you slander me like this? How do you know he's glib without even having tasted him?"

To clear his name, Richard decided to show Lynette whether his mouth was truly oily or not, and whether his tongue was truly slippery.

"Well."

Because they were so close, Lynette's mouth was suddenly captured, and then her teeth were forced open.

Richard didn't know if Lynette was aware of whether he was a smooth talker, but he knew that Lynette's mouth was indeed soft and her tongue was indeed tender.

Under Richard's relentless pursuit, Lynette was almost completely overwhelmed and became a prisoner of Richard's palate.

The girl's body, which had been limp, suddenly tensed up. Her toes, encased in black stockings, curled tightly on the coffee table, her arches forming crescent shapes. It wasn't until Richard released her mouth that Lynette relaxed.

Her previously tense body relaxed completely, becoming even softer than before, clinging to Richard's body as if boneless, with her cute cat ears sticking to her head, occasionally twitching slightly.

Lynette didn't even have the strength to care about the pair of large hands that had 'rekindled' inside her skirt. Her red lips were open as she panted, like a kitten that was burning up from the heat. You could vaguely see her pink tongue through her slightly parted mouth.

With just a kiss and a few massage techniques, Lynette felt she couldn't take it anymore. She realized then that plans can't always keep up with changes.

It was clear that the situation had exceeded Lynette's expectations. Seeing Richard's increasingly heavy breathing, she understood that she would likely lose control of what was to come…

Chapter 238 Guns and Bullets (Part 1)

Arecino glanced at the two people piled up on the sofa not far away, her eyes twitching involuntarily. She turned her head away.

As the soft, sensual sounds of their lips mingling filled the air, Arecino had initially thought that Richard would be the only one embarrassed, but now it seemed that she had not only underestimated Richard's shamelessness but also overestimated her own self-control.

However, Arecino had no intention of leaving. After all, Richard would definitely be taken to Lynette's room later, and she could simply choose not to follow.

There's absolutely no need to leave now. Arecino is looking forward to seeing Lynette's expression when she comes out after losing her virginity and finds her at home. That would be quite interesting.

This guy clearly spends too much time with Richard and enjoys being the one having fun.

Richard had no idea what Arecino was thinking, nor did he have time to care; he was busy petting his cat.

Lynette was unaware that an uninvited guest had entered her home, and that the guest was not far away, leaning against the door frame, coldly watching the two of them being affectionate.

Lynette was now only aware that she was going crazy. Under Richard's superb caressing skills, she felt a surge of heat within her that was almost uncontrollable and about to burst forth.

In just that short time, she realized that some urine had leaked out. The feeling was like the urge to urinate, but it was slightly different from when she usually felt the urge.

What they have in common is that they both make people feel like they're in heaven or hell, right?

Lynette's two long, beautiful legs, encased in black stockings, unconsciously tightened and began to rub against each other, while her small hands gripping Richard's collar tightened even more.

Her long eyelashes trembled, her rosy lips were tightly pressed together, and she desperately suppressed the urge to moan, forcing it back down her throat.

However, the upper mouth can be kept closed by strong willpower, but the lower mouth gradually begins to lose control.

Lynette's delicate body gradually tensed up, like a string of a musical instrument being pressed down by fingers. The tension increased as it went on until it reached its limit, and then suddenly released, producing a melodious and beautiful sound.

"Hmm~"

Richard felt Lynette's body tense like never before, then suddenly slump down, then tense up again, repeating this several times, gradually decreasing in intensity, before suddenly shuddering.

He looked as if he had been pulled out of the water, and even his breathing was as if he had just finished diving, panting heavily.

If she weren't so exhausted, Lynette would have loved to get up from Richard's arms and run back to her room right now.

What are you going to do?

I changed my clothes; they were soaked.

Richard could feel the coolness on his fingertips. That rascal even deliberately rubbed against her, making Lynette, who was already in a sensitive state, dare not look up again.

His neck turned red all the way to his ears, almost as if he was about to bleed; it was hilarious.

"I...I...I need to use the restroom," Lynette pleaded softly.

After all, it's not up to her to get up now.

There's a saying that goes something like this: once you're on Richard's turf, everything is out of her control.

However, Richard, upon hearing this, had no intention of letting Lynette off the hook.

"Going to the toilet? Wasn't that already over?" Richard said.

Upon hearing this, Lynette trembled all over, not knowing how to respond to Richard. She was both ashamed and angry, her teeth itching, wishing she could bite Richard.

The fur on the cat's tail was all puffed up.

When Richard saw that Lynette was silent, he made a new move. Lynette trembled again, and you could feel the redness on her furry cat ears even through the fur.

As the familiar urge to urinate came, Lynette could no longer hold back. She sat up abruptly from Richard's arms, slapped away his mischievous hand, and hurriedly ran towards the bathroom.

It took Lynette a while to slowly come out of the bathroom. On the surface, Lynette's face was no longer as red as before she went in, and the lipstick that had been eaten off her lips had been reapplied.

But apart from that, nothing else changed, because Lynette didn't have the habit of keeping underwear in the bathroom, so it was still chilly down there.

Lynette had considered taking her clothes off directly, but she didn't dare. She was already in such a state with two layers of fabric (one layer of silk and one layer of cloth), so if it were just silk, it would be even worse.

And what if Richard decides to flirt later? Wouldn't that leave everything exposed?

The stockings she's wearing are so thin they don't cover anything at all.

It's better to be a little cool than to be completely exposed.

Besides these external troubles, Lynette said she needed to go to the toilet to relieve herself, but she didn't end up doing so.

There's no way out; there's no way to get out.

The feeling was so strong before, but as soon as I got to the bathroom, it quickly faded away, and I couldn't get it back even after trying for a long time.

Lynette wondered if she had already come out, and if the feeling she had just experienced was just an afterglow, or perhaps an illusion.

"Let's just leave it at that," Lynette thought, burying her head in the sand.

He couldn't stay in the toilet for too long. After all, this was her home. Richard had been invited to her home as a guest. How could she, as the host, leave her guest in the living room and then squat in the toilet herself?

Moreover, if we're really talking about impure motives, it's her who's in it. If she can't even handle this, how can the plan proceed?

Lynette pursed her lips and returned to the living room. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt like there was more than one pair of eyes watching her, as if there was a third person watching her.

The problem is that it was just her and Richard in the house; there were no outsiders.

Lynette attributed this feeling to an illusion.

“Phew…” Lynette let out a deep breath and returned to the living room. She wanted to say something, but she didn’t know what to say.

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen your room yet," Richard said, helping Lynette out of the awkward situation.

However, rather than saying he came to the rescue, it would be more accurate to say that this guy revealed his wolfish ambitions.

Was he trying to get inside? Hey!

"Room, room!" Lynette's cat tail stood up when she heard those two words.

Did she not know the consequences of letting Richard into the house? It would be like throwing a wolf into a sheepfold, or throwing a meat bun to a dog!

"Come in." Lynette timidly made way for Richard, clearly indicating that she wanted him to come inside.

She knew the consequences of doing so, but she did it anyway. Lynette was quite conflicted, since it wasn't quite what she had planned.

According to Lynette's original plan, she should have kept Richard in suspense for a while, arousing him to the point of obsession, before letting him into the house.

But judging from the current situation, it seems that Richard has completely captivated her, even suggesting that she come into the house, and she hasn't been able to refuse.

Because Lynette had already made preparations, if she didn't let the other party in now, but then let them in later, wouldn't that be contradictory?

Moreover, Lynette was also afraid that things might change if things dragged on. Although Lynette felt that she had made a perfect plan, what if something went wrong?

The first time it was Yae no Miko, the second time it was Funina, who can guarantee that no other person will come out this third time?