Chapter 411 - 194: "How About I Pin You Against the French Window?

"Could you tone it down a bit?"

"I can’t, Mr. Writer."

Elise leaned on Sean’s shoulder, her breath warm against his ear. "You only have two choices."

"Either you satisfy me."

"Or I satisfy you."

As she spoke, Elise blew a puff of hot air into Sean’s ear. The warm, ticklish sensation instantly exasperated him.

"Just talk normally."

He scooted further away on the sofa, trying to escape Elise’s clutches.

Elise tilted her head. "Am I not talking normally?"

"Did I not make myself clear?"

"Or has one of those choices struck a chord with Mr. Writer, making you feel a bit shy?"

She was clearly referring to the second option.

Sean snorted. "Spare me the act."

"I have no needs, and I don’t need you to satisfy them."

"Is that so?" Elise’s gaze slowly traveled down from Sean’s face, past his Adam’s apple, his chest, his stomach... until it landed on a certain enthusiastic response. Her eyes became incredibly suggestive. "You really don’t, Mr. Writer?"

"No," Sean said, expressionlessly crossing his legs. "That’s my phone. Don’t get the wrong idea."

"Oh?" Elise turned her head to look at the screen on the coffee table, which was still open to the contacts list. "If that’s your phone, then what is this?"

Slightly annoyed, Sean shot back, "Can’t I have two phones?"

"Alright, alright, fine." Elise laughed and reached out to touch Sean’s face. "Has anyone ever told you you’re cute when you’re shy?"

Shy?

’Not a chance,’ he thought.

Sean slapped her wandering hand away again. "I’m warning you," he said gruffly. "Stop getting handsy, or I’ll tell Elvire!"

"Oh, threatening to tattle, are we?" Elise’s smile was laced with meaning. "Mr. Writer, you still haven’t properly explained the situation with Eleanor to Miss Flame Crow, and now you’re getting involved with me. With these two things happening back-to-back, who do you think your Miss Flame Crow is going to believe? You, or me?"

Sean: "?"

"So you’re setting me up?"

’No wonder Elise refused to help him out. This is what she had planned all along!’

"How could you call it a setup?" Elise put on a wronged expression, sat right down on Sean’s lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I just wanted to spend a lovely evening with you. I’ve been wracking my brain for this chance. Shouldn’t you be touched, Mr. Writer?"

Touched?

’More like too scared to move.’

The scent of shower gel wafted into his nose. Elise had just taken a shower. Feeling the soft, supple weight on his lap, Sean didn’t dare move an inch, afraid that one wrong move would set off a spark. He was the founder of the Holy Sanctuary, but he was no saint. It was impossible to remain completely composed with a woman on his lap. What’s more, in this life, he was an innocent homebody; this body had never been intimate with a woman before. It was extremely sensitive, and he wasn’t sure he could withstand Elise’s advances.

This woman wasn’t just beautiful; her body was smoking hot, easily rivaling the famously wild beauties of Sonaros State, like Bofunova. Objectively speaking, not even Elvire possessed more Charm than Elise. The two women simply had different styles. One was proud, the other gentle. One was stubborn, the other exuded a captivating allure.

Elise was testing him.

And he was testing Elise.

Several times, Sean hadn’t immediately dodged Elise’s intimate gestures. He wanted to see just how bold she was, just how far she would dare to go.

’It was definitely not because he was enjoying it.’

But as it turned out, Elise was far bolder than he had ever imagined.

’Knowing full well about the "phone" in his pocket, she still dared to sit on his lap...’

"What’s wrong, Mr. Writer?"

"Why have you suddenly gone quiet?"

’—And now she’s squirming coquettishly!’

’Damn it, this tormenting little siren...’

Sean grit his teeth, suppressing the fire within him. He stared directly into Elise’s eyes, just inches from his own, and asked, "What do you really want?"

Elise blinked. "Didn’t I already tell you? I’m here to satisfy you, or for you to satisfy me."

Sean: "In plain English."

"Alright." Elise cupped Sean’s cheeks and said affectionately, "Mr. Sean, please replenish my Magic Power."

Sean: "..."

’That’s even worse than what she said before.’

Sean was confused. "Why don’t you go find Yisha?"

Yisha also needed to practice the Fallen Nether Technique, and she and Elise were as close as sisters. Wouldn’t it be more appropriate for her to do her Cultivation with Yisha?

She wouldn’t even have to worry about Elvire finding out.

"First of all, this was Lord Blake’s idea. As a follower of Lord Blake, I must naturally obey his words."

"Secondly, Cultivation with Yisha would be too boring."

Elise lifted Sean’s chin suggestively. "Don’t you think it’s more exciting to do something... while Miss Flame Crow is asleep, Mr. Writer?"

"It is exciting," Sean said.

"It’ll be even more exciting when Elvire comes and catches us in the act."

"She won’t," Elise teased. "Don’t forget, Miss Flame Crow is still angry with you. With that temper of hers, do you really think she’ll come looking for you in the middle of the night?"

"Besides, we’re only going to be doing Meditation together, not anything illicit. So what if we get caught?"

Elise’s fingertips traced Sean’s slightly dry lips, her voice seductive. "Or perhaps... what Mr. Writer wants to do with me involves more than just Meditation?"

"Trying to turn this back on me, are you?"

Sean grabbed her hand and sneered. "Weren’t you the one who just said I should hold you while you sleep?"

"That was obviously a joke. Isn’t that what you said when you were doing your Cultivation with Miss Flame Crow?"

Elise feigned surprise. "Mr. Writer, you didn’t actually take me seriously, did you?"