As soon as Klein walked up the steps, a butler opened the door, and servants stood respectfully on both sides.

The living room of this house is very elegantly arranged, with landscape oil paintings hanging, plaster statues, elegant vases and other things, a light but long-lasting fragrance lingers and permeates the heart and lungs.

Klein, who was supposed to relax because of this, tensed up secretly, and saw a beautiful lady in a house dress welcoming him.

She was probably in her early twenties, her blond hair was draped down, her blue eyes seemed to have hidden radiance, she was full of femininity and at the same time had a bit of girlishness, she was Cynthia, the mistress of Admiral Amyrius.

Klein suppressed the unease in his heart, let "Amyrius" smile on his serious face, and then opened his arms.

Cynthia threw herself into his arms, stood on tiptoe, and whispered with a cheek-to-cheek smile: "General, I have boiled hot water for you and put it in the bathtub."

This is because someone has been sending people to pay attention to when the dinner ends... Being a mistress is not an easy task... Amyrius really likes to take a hot bath, relax and think... In order not to pay attention to Klein who is close to his cheek Let yourself think wildly.

As a man with a normal sexual orientation, he should have slightly enjoyed this approach to a beautiful opposite sex while being embarrassed, but the temporary contract left him without any extra impulse, so he was only uncomfortable.

"Very good." Klein praised, and gently pushed Cynthia away with his hands feeling nowhere to rest.

Knowing that the admiral doesn't like to make love in front of the servants, Cynthia retreated, led Klein up to the second floor, entered the bathroom, and prepared the bathrobe.

After finishing all this, Cynthia ordered the servants not to come to the second floor unless they heard the bell, and then went back to the bedroom, took off all the dresses, and changed into pure silk nightgowns.

The neckline of the nightgown was wide open, revealing a seductive snow-white, and a strange necklace pendant hung in the gully, which looked like a black rhinoceros horn shrunk down to the length of a knuckle.

Cynthia took off the necklace, stuffed it under the pillow, and left the bedroom shyly and hesitantly, walked to the washroom where the admiral took a bath, and twisted the handle with courage.

Click, she paused with her palm, and found that the bathroom door had been locked at some point.

Cynthia instinctively twisted it twice with a blank expression.

Click, click, the bathroom door didn't budge.

In the bathroom, there are wet and dry partitions, and the diffuse water vapor covers the entire bathtub.

Except for his head, Klein's whole body was immersed in hot water, and he lay there comfortably, not even wanting to move his toes.

What a wonderful night... It would have been nice if there wasn't Cynthia outside, but I'll have to deal with her later... Klein sighed, thinking about how to find excuses to avoid being intimate in the future.

According to the characteristics of Admiral Amyrius Leavitt, he decided to start with work first, followed by the list of recent physical discomfort, loss of ability in that area due to injury, just taking the medicine that needs a certain period of time to digest, and suddenly awakening to the real The sexual orientation of curly-haired baboons all feel good-looking and other reasons.

As for whether this will damage the image of the admiral, Klein has no psychological pressure at all. As long as Cynthia doesn't suspect that he is a fake Amyrius Leavitt, he will be considered as having successfully completed the task.

How to explain those excuses afterwards, and how to find a reason to return to normal, are all problems of Admiral Amyrius. What does it have to do with me, Gehrman Sparrow? What does Gehrman Sparrow's corrupt image have to do with me, Sherlock Moriarty? Klein stood up comfortably, walked outside wet, wrapped himself in a towel, and wiped his body.

After changing the bathrobe hanging there, Klein took a silent breath, unlocked it as if facing an enemy, and unscrewed the bathroom door.

Seeing that the corridor was empty, with only the light from the wall lamps on both sides illuminating the dark passage, Klein relaxed a little and was no longer so tense.

This is almost the same as challenging the pirate generals... While muttering, he suddenly discovered a serious problem, that is, he didn't know which master bedroom was and which study room was.

No matter what, you have to say hello to Cynthia, otherwise it will appear that Admiral "Amyrius" has a guilty conscience... Klein recalled the layout of a similar house and tried to find the master bedroom accurately.

At this moment, the door of the diagonally opposite room creaked open, and Cynthia, who was only wearing a silk nightgown, came out.

Her blond hair hangs down in a mess, and even a few strands float in front of her blue eyes and bright red lips, half-hiding her pupils and half-hiding her lips, making her look extremely alluring in the dim and ambiguous environment.

The neckline of the silk nightgown was wide open, and the snow white and ravines simultaneously caught Klein's eyes.

�Klein almost raised his head and looked at the ceiling in order to avoid this strong stimulation. JrNovels.com