Chapter 669 (1/2)
Chapter 669: Diplomatic Turmoil
Translator: TransN Editor: TransN
No. 76 had gradually taken Denise’s place since becoming Yorko’s maid.
It did not mean that Yorko forgot about his old lover. The truth was that he had to spend some time taking care of his poor guide. In fact, Yorko had been totally shocked when No. 76 had been sent back by her superintendent Silvermask the other day. The punishment had been indeed as severe as “Black Money” had earlier claimed. There had been whip marks and bruises all over her body, and she had looked nothing like the girl he had met half a day ago.
Yorko was happy that he had made the request to retain No. 76 as his maid in a timely fashion. Otherwise, the girl would probably be wrecked by the battery. That was why Silvermask had said she could no longer be a guide, for customers definitely would not want a disabled girl to serve them.
Fortunately, No. 76 was not as fragile as most girls. She had a pretty strong body, especially her abdomen and back, on which several faint muscle lines could be detected. She had quickly recovered from the injuries after medication and was now able to run errands for the household, which, of course, also included some personal services.
For example, the service like she provided today.
“Sir, do you want me to massage your shoulders?”
After No. 76 cleaned the house, she drew close to Yorko smilingly. Although according to general rules, maids were not allowed to approach their masters without permission, No. 76 was apparently still employing the old method she had learned from “Black Money” to please her “guest”. Yorko did not feel offended in the least. On the contrary, he liked the flirty way she communicated with him.
If No. 76 was simply a maid who strictly followed rules and obeyed his orders, it would be a little too boring to his taste.
“Come and sit here.” Yorko put down the anecdote book in his hand and lay down on the recliner. No. 76 took off his shoes and sat on her knees so that Yorko could rest his head on her thighs comfortably.
She then started to slowly massage Yorko’s shoulders with her five slender fingers. Apparently, No. 76 had received professional training, for she used much greater strength and applied more techniques than other ordinary massage girls, who usually flirted with Yorko in the guise of massage. The labor delivered by No. 76 really worked and made Yorko feel less stressed.
Yorko could clearly see No. 76’s countenance when he lay on her thighs. After “Black Money” had sent her over, she no longer needed to wear that copper mask to conceal her identity.
Frankly speaking, No. 76 was never a beauty. Her overall appearance was just a little above average and certainly could not compare to witches. Nevertheless, Yorko liked her red, plumped lips in particular. When he looked up at her, he was always aroused by the faint smile lingering on her lips.
In comparison, her toned body was more appealing to Yorko. It was actually Yorko’s first time to see a woman’s body full of such incredible strength. Unlike corpulent noble ladies or scrawny peasant girls, No. 76 had well-proportioned limbs, beautiful skins, a prodigal projection of bosom and a flat tummy. When her body tensed up, Yorko could sense her bulging muscles underneath. As a man who always sought thrills, he was more drawn to a perfect body like this than simply a delicate face.
When Yorko was about to take the next step, the door was flung open.
It was Hill Fawkes.
Yorko let out a sigh of disappointment. It appeared his leisure time for today was over. He erected himself and asked, “I hope you aren’t asking me to save some witches again.”
Hill did not respond but simply eyed No. 76.
The girl soon took the hint and withdrew respectfully.
Yorko shrugged. “You’re being overcautious. She’s just a servant.”
“You’d better remain vigilant these days when the current situation in the Kingdom of Dawn is yet to be optimistic.”
“Denise is more reputable than No. 76, and she’s from a more distinguished family. Why don’t you keep your eyes peeled for her?”