Chapter 142: Warning

Chapter 142: Warning

Inside the bathroom, the wet and dry areas were separated, and billowing steam enveloped the entire bathtub.

Klein was submerged in hot water from the neck down, lying there comfortably. He did not even want to move his toes.

What a wonderful night… If only Cynthia weren’t outside. I still have to deal with her later… Klein sighed and began considering what excuse he should use afterward to avoid intimacy.

Following the characteristics of Admiral Amyrius Leavitt, he decided to begin with work. After that, he could arrange a sequence of excuses: recent physical discomfort; the loss of that particular capability due to injury; having just taken medicine that required a period of digestion; a sudden awakening of his true sexual orientation to the point that even a curly-haired baboon looked delicate and charming to him; and so on.

As for whether this would damage the admiral’s image, Klein felt no psychological burden whatsoever. So long as Cynthia did not suspect that he was a fake Amyrius Leavitt, his mission could be considered perfectly completed.

How he explains those excuses afterward, and how he finds reasons to return to normal, are Admiral Amyrius’s problems. What does any of that have to do with me, Gehrman Sparrow? And what does Gehrman Sparrow’s ruined image have to do with me, Sherlock Moriarty? Klein rose from the bath in a pleasant mood, dripping wet as he stepped outside, wrapped himself in a towel, and dried his body.

After changing into the bathrobe hanging nearby, Klein silently inhaled. As though facing a powerful enemy, he unlocked the door and turned the bathroom handle.

Seeing that the corridor was empty, with only the glow of wall lamps illuminating the dark passage on either side, Klein relaxed slightly and was no longer quite so tense.

This feels almost the same as challenging the pirate admirals… As he muttered inwardly, he suddenly discovered a serious problem: he did not know which room was the master bedroom and which was the study.

No matter what, I need to greet Cynthia first. Otherwise “Amyrius” will appear guilty and strange… Klein recalled the layout of similar houses and attempted to identify the master bedroom accurately.

Just then, the door to the room diagonally opposite creaked open, and Cynthia walked out wearing only a silk nightgown.

Her golden hair fell in slight disarray, with even a few strands drifting before her azure eyes and bright red lips, half concealing her gaze and making her lips seem both parted and closed. In the dim, ambiguous atmosphere, she appeared exceptionally alluring.

The silk nightgown’s neckline was cut very low, and whiteness and its valley entered Klein’s eyes at the same time.

…Klein almost raised his head to stare at the ceiling and escape that intense stimulation.

Calm down. Calm down. You are Amyrius Leavitt… And you’ve seen a Succubus before… Compared with “Disease Maiden,” this young lady’s charm is clearly still insufficient… Wait, why am I thinking about Demonesses? Who knows whether they were men or women before… Klein kept his gaze steady and even “playfully” examined her from top to bottom, then from bottom to top.

At that moment, he could sense a primitive desire, but his lower body showed no reaction whatsoever…

“Is this the second manifestation of the temporary contract? To be honest, Admiral Amyrius didn’t need to go to such trouble. Even if I had an impulse, I could control myself… What kind of scene haven’t I seen before?

“Mm… Cynthia is a little different from the records. Didn’t they say she had only become Amyrius’s mistress one or two years ago, and that most of the time she couldn’t see him? In that sort of matter, she was supposedly rather reserved, and the admiral had to coax her each time. Why does she seem inclined to seduce him today?

“Did she sense that her position was unstable, or has she also been replaced?” Ever since becoming a Faceless, Klein felt that everyone he looked at might be…