Rhode Island Park Project

Ascalon, who was walking behind, closed the door consciously and came to Luo Hang's side. They looked at Golding, who seemed to have a smile on his face in his sleep.

"Ascalon, do you still remember why you stood on Theresa's side, on our side?"

"...I am your sharp blade now, nothing more."

"Haha, that's a very Askalon-style answer indeed."

He turned his head and suddenly pulled the cold and beautiful Sarkaz assassin, who was wearing a hood and a coat and had a graceful figure, into his arms, looking closely at the scarlet eyes that were looking at him.

"What if that's the case?"

He tilted his head in interest.

Even in such a situation, Ascalon still looked calm and composed, with even his eyes showing no fluctuation.

"If you need anything."

This is really the case.

Although he had expected it, he still couldn't help but feel something strange.

After all, Ascalon's trustworthiness is still at 200 (temporary). Without knowing Ascalon's true trustworthiness, he actually doesn't know whether Ascalon himself is willing to accept it after excluding that responsibility.

But as an old scumbag, don't count on him for a pure love story...

This state actually made him, ahem, excited.

He lowered his head and sniffed Ascalon's neck. It seemed to be mixed with a faint smell of blood, and the fragrance, as charming and alluring as the death-inducing Lycoris radiata, immediately penetrated his nostrils.

"Now that you've completed the mission, do you have any ideas for your reward?"

He leaned close to the woman's slender pointed ears, and the corner of his lips touched the earlobe, which was slightly pale but still warm.

"..."

At this, Ascalon's eyes wavered for a moment, then he lowered his gaze. "Even without me, the outcome wouldn't be any different, so leave it to you."

She heard Luo Hang's chuckle in her ears.

In fact, if the most direct and efficient way was used to deal with this incident, all it would take was Luo Hang's tarot card, and no matter how deep Mr. Dukaski hid, he wouldn't be able to escape in half a day.

But if he, as the boss, has to do everything himself, then there is no point in having subordinates.

So, as subordinates, Golding and Ascalon, along with the four armored knights, did a great job in completing the mission.

But at the same time, Golding's performance this time also made Ascalon realize one thing.

Since Golding can find the target, plus the four armored knights, even without her, the result this time will still not change.

She wasn't indispensable to Luo Hang. Even as a subordinate, she might still be a useful blade, but she might not be the most useful one...

This is the fact she realized, and it is probably also the fact that Luo Hang deliberately arranged for her to understand.

"Heh, no matter what, as long as you complete the task diligently and successfully, that will be your credit. Anything beyond that is not within the scope of consideration."

He whispered in Ascalon's ear, "If you haven't thought of a reward yet, let me comfort you."

"..."

Askalon didn't answer. He didn't care and sat back on the bed with the cold beauty in his arms, leaning back and half leaning against the headboard.

Because of gravity, the mature body of Ascalon in his arms, which could not be completely covered by clothes, naturally pressed against him.

Well, I have to say though—

There is no doubt that Ascalon is a beauty with a mature and queen-like aura from her appearance to her temperament. As an assassin, she has smooth curves that make her swim like a fish in water in the shadows, a towering chest that cannot be concealed by clothes, and seductive purple lipstick and tail tip.

Ascalon, held in his arms, could definitely arouse any man's most primitive desire.

But even so...

After Ascalon followed his movements without resistance or reservation, letting his body fall into his control, the first thought that popped into his mind was... Sure enough, there was still more than one number off...

He cast a subtle glance at Golding, who was lying beside him.

Although she looks weak and elegant, the teacher's breasts are much larger than those of most people with real fighting power.

Because he had just been holding Golding all the way back, so now if it were someone else, the difference would be very obvious...

Just now, Golding was lying in his arms, his head barely reaching his shoulders, and his chest was so full that even with his relatively strong body, he had to use his arms to protect it on both sides, otherwise the sensation would overflow. But now, if it was Ascalon...

Well, it’s not bad actually.

He stretched out his hand and pinched the buttocks of the cold and beautiful lady in his arms, while raising his hand to press on the back of Askalon's head, bringing the seductive purple lips in front of him to himself. As a result, the moment he kissed her, strange thoughts popped up in his head again -

If it was Golding, would he not be able to kiss her?

It might be an exaggeration to say that I can't kiss her, but it's entirely possible with some effort...

No, no, let's not think about it for now. He had promised Miss Heidi that he would give her a 'complete' Golding later.

If you want to enjoy it, just look at the cold and beautiful assassin in your arms.

While teasing the obviously awkward and clumsy cold and beautiful lady with a kiss, he lowered his hands and untied the belt around Askalon's waist with both hands.

The assassin lady has a lot of equipment on her body, including straps for the prop bag, straps for the secondary weapon, and straps for hanging the dagger.

He methodically fumbled with each layer, untying them one by one, and then casually threw them on the ground beside the bed. When the last dagger, which was the assassin's most trusted, was separated from the body and thrown casually, making a sound of colliding with other equipment on the thick carpet, Askalon's body finally tensed up slightly, but then relaxed.

His hands were not affected at all and he untied the real belt around Ascalon's waist. While savoring the awkward first kiss of the charming and cold lady assassin, he skillfully continued to unbutton and unzip the assassin's tights.

He habitually grabbed the sides of Ascalon's loosened tights and prepared to push them down, but then he remembered something and had to reach out and pat the plump and wild thighs of the assassin in his arms, while temporarily leaving the delicious and seductive purple lips:

"Take off your shoes."

With a slight breath of hot air, Askalon climbed up from his arms without saying a word, sat on the bed beside him, bent down, and loosened the boots on his feet.

At this point, Luo Hang, who was leaning against the head of the bed, was no longer anxious.

He crossed his arms and watched his trousers unbuttoned. Without the many equipment adorning his body, Ascalon, who originally seemed to be a cold-blooded assassin who could take someone's life at any time, now showed a more vulnerable feeling of letting down all his defenses and being unable to withstand anything that would happen next.

...and also has a bit more feminine fragility and beauty.

The original cold and beautiful assassin turned into a cold and beautiful queen. He watched with interest as Ascalon took off the short boots on his feet, placed them neatly aside, and then stood up on the carpet.

The royal sister, who has been trained by countless assassins, has extremely graceful curves in her legs. Just like when she is immersed in water, she will be like a cold and beautiful assassin who is immersed in the shadows, without even a ripple.

The black tights that fit the body perfectly highlight this mysterious beauty. It also makes people eager to tear off the cover and see the hidden beauty with their own eyes. What kind of beauty can be achieved after losing the mystery?

He suppressed the impulse in his heart, and as Ascalon looked over, he continued to speak calmly:

"coat."

"..."

Without much hesitation, Ascalon raised his hand and grabbed the top of his hood, then pulled it hard. The hole in the hood where the Sarkaz queen's seductive purple-black horns extended was automatically torn open, and the woman's long burgundy hair that was covered poured out.

The feminine aura and charm increasingly dominated Askalon's image. If someone who had seen Askalon before saw her (especially W), they might not recognize her.

He took off his iconic coat and threw it on the carpet. Standing in front of Luo Hang, Ascalon had let down all his defenses.

He also smiled at Askalon who was standing in front of him and opened his arms across his chest.

This time, the inexperienced Ascalon understood the meaning without Luo Hang saying anything.

She bent down, just as W often called herself, and climbed back into Luo Hang's arms like a pet dog. This time, the man was equally polite to her body, which had already removed all the last obstacles.

The cool autumn air spread over the touch of the skin, and the next moment it was followed by the touch of the autumn air.

And she even lifted her tail.

She didn't have any thoughts about whether it was too late to regret. Luo Hang turned her over and pressed her under him. She looked at the man who was sitting astride her and taking off her clothes. She was just calmly waiting for the final moment to come.

She didn't care about this kind of thing. From a very early time, she had a very clear positioning of herself -

Blade.

However, why did she finally choose to hand herself over to Theresa instead of Theresis who trained her... The answer to this question may be somewhat contradictory to the so-called positioning in her heart.

She hasn't found the best answer to summarise these questions yet, but…

"..."

Askalon frowned slightly.

Even though her willpower was strong enough to endure the sudden pain, her body reflexively tensed up under the trauma.

Luo Hang leaned over and whispered in her ear:

"Weapons can not only injure the enemy, but also the owner. So, I will use yours in a way that suits you, okay?"

"..."

Ascalon was silent for a while, and finally, not knowing how to respond, he gave his most familiar answer: "Yes."

"call,"

He chuckled softly, raised his head, reached out to tidy up the red-haired lady's sideburns, and showed a warm smile on his face, "At this time, it would be better to say 'Please use me'.

There are more than one way to use a weapon, and I will teach you all of them."

"...Please teach me."

"Oh, you learn quickly~"

Chapter 267: Invitation to be a Fellow

As if emerging from his mother's warm amniotic fluid, waking up from a deep sleep, Golding, who had put down many burdens, suddenly had the illusion of regaining the feelings he had been away from for a long time.

The waves ripple beautifully in the sunshine, the beautiful mermaid sings softly, and then, she wakes up after a short dream.

"Well, um..."

The song in her mind became real, floating clearly in her ears. Goldin opened her sleepy eyes blankly, and what she saw was a mature red-haired Sarkaz woman who looked familiar, lying on the pillow with her face turned to the side in front of her, slightly gritting her teeth.

"Hey, are you awake, Golding? It's already the next day, good morning?"

A hearty voice came from above.

Is it already... the second day?

Indeed, when I came back yesterday, it was already night, and now I seem to be able to see the sun...

She was still thinking subconsciously with her head still hazy.

However, the strange sounds that had been echoing in the house in a very regular manner, and the strange smell that could be felt with every breath, which was very strong and seemed to make people feel warm, had always attracted her attention.

Although the red-haired Sarkaz in front of her was somewhat different from her usual image, she had been on official business for so long these days, and had been staying in a bedroom during her rest time. In addition, with the iconic pair of purple horns, she still recognized that the person in front of her was Askalon.

However, just like the image in front of her that she had never seen on Askalon before, she also found it difficult to understand the expression on Askalon's face at this moment.

Also, if the face is lying on the pillow, and at an angle from top to bottom, then what kind of strange posture is Askalon in lying on the bed now?

Her mind was filled with questions brought about by her innate excellent information sensitivity, as well as,

This made her have another question in that vague conclusion——

Am I still dreaming?

"You are still quite weak now. Let me give Ascalon a massage and then wash up. It's almost time for breakfast.

Unfortunately, given your current physical condition, if you were to experience any more stimulation, you would probably have to lie down. This mission's rare special doctoral reward will have to be handed over to Ascalon for the time being."

"Massage...?"

She murmured.

"That's right, good boy, don't look down, okay? Just rest for a while, and then we'll go take a shower together, so we can refresh ourselves and greet the new scene you just created."

Luo Hang's face with a smile appeared in her sight. It seemed that the naked man leaned over and lay behind Askalon, his cheek intimately pressed against the cheek of the red-haired Sarkaz lady. Askalon, who was pressed underneath, frowned clearly as if he was a little uncomfortable, and groaned softly.

"A new vision..."

Golding looked at the clean morning sunlight shining through the curtains and illuminating Luo Hang's face, and then he suddenly remembered the most important thing.

When I came back yesterday, Luo Hang said that Duke Shi Huaiya and others were busy with the aftermath. Now that a night has passed, the situation in Shi Huaiya's territory should have stabilized, right?

There was a glimmer of hope in Golding's eyes, but looking at Luo Hang's smiling face in front of her, she knew that now was not the time for her to show off.

"Ok."

She suppressed her impatience and nodded obediently, and the smile on Luo Hang's face became even brighter.

"So good. Come~"

He reached out and gently stroked Golding's cheek, while raising his head away from Askalon's cheek and leaning towards the opposite side.