Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 136: Removing Armor at the Window, Oluna Embraces the Future
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Wang Feng used the key given to him by Oluna to open the door to her apartment.

Upon entering, a simple and elegant space comes into view.

On the off-white sofa, geometric patterned cushions are arranged in a staggered manner, and several magic books are neatly arranged on the coffee table.

A single recliner stands quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with a pair of fluffy slippers neatly arranged next to it.

The countertops in the open kitchen were spotless, and several work memos from the Temple of Liberty were held in place by cute magnets on the refrigerator door.

The bedroom door was half-open, and the gray-blue bed sheet was neatly laid out.

Wang Feng paced around the room, looked around, and confirmed that only Aoluna lived in the apartment alone. He did not find any items belonging to anyone else.

"Looks like she lives alone." Wang Feng rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, then strolled to the French windows.

At this moment, the dazzling lights of New York City appear like a flowing galaxy below, and from this height, the crown of the Statue of Liberty is clearly visible, radiating a unique charm.

“This place is really nice…” Wang Feng narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly. “It’s perfect for a deep conversation with Oruna…”

He glanced sideways at the magic clock on the wall, then looked at the wines displayed on the wine rack, several bottles of Bordeaux gleaming enticingly under the soft light.

"Perhaps we should prepare a candlelight dinner first?"

Thinking of this, he chuckled softly and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

……

after an hour.

As night deepened, Oluna finished dealing with the executioner's affairs and returned to her apartment.

She froze the moment she pushed open the door.

The living room lights were adjusted to a soft, warm yellow, and the flickering candlelight on the dining table cast dancing shadows on the wall.

The carefully arranged tableware gleamed warmly in the candlelight, and the dark red wine in the crystal glasses resembled solidified gemstones.

Wang Feng was sitting at the other end of the dining table, his slender fingers resting lightly on the wine glass.

Seeing her come in, a handsome smile curved his lips: "Finished taking care of it?"

"It's not completely over yet." Oluna closed the door behind her and walked slowly towards the dining table.

“However, the rest is none of my business, and,” she sat down opposite Wang Feng, “I don’t want to keep you waiting too long.”

Her gaze fell on the steaming steak in front of her, the silver cutlery gleaming delicately in the candlelight. "How did you calculate the exact time I would be back?"

"Just a coincidence," Wang Feng said with a slight smile.

He didn't want to explain that he used the [Fire-type Disaster] to control the fire element and lock it inside the steak.

"Try it. This should be my first time making Western food. I hope it suits your taste." Wang Feng rested his chin on one hand, the candlelight flickering in his deep eyes.

Auluna picked up her silver knife and fork, the knife making a soft 'hiss' as it sliced ​​across the steak, revealing a perfectly rare, pinkish cut.

As she put the first piece of steak coated in black pepper sauce into her mouth, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in her blue eyes: "This is... my first time making Western food?"

“Of course,” Wang Feng swirled his wine glass, “you are the first person to taste my cooking.”

Oruna picked up her glass and took a sip, the crimson liquid leaving an alluring sheen on her lips.

She suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with a complex light: "Wang Feng, can you tell me about yourself? Like, the congressman, and...Sarang?"

Wang Feng chuckled softly, his fingertips slowly tracing the rim of his glass. "Want to know?" His gaze drifted almost imperceptibly over the half-open bedroom door. "But not now."

A faint blush immediately appeared on Oruna's fair cheeks.

She bit her lower lip and stood up. "Wait for me a moment." Her voice was a few decibels lower than usual. "I want to go change my clothes."

As the bedroom door closed gently, the rustling sound of fabric came quickly, which then turned into the gentle 'shush' of running water in the bathroom.

Wang Feng tilted his head back and drank the rest of the wine in his glass, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each swallow.

"Curiosity," he gazed towards the bedroom, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, "is indeed the best seasoning." ...

About half an hour later, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

Oruna walked barefoot on the soft carpet, her burgundy silk slip dress swaying gently with her steps.

Her skin, freshly bathed, had a faint pinkish hue, and water droplets slid down her slender neck, disappearing into the hollow of her delicate collarbone.

Her damp blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends still glistening with tiny water droplets under the soft light.

The light, thin fabric of the nightgown swayed slightly with Oluna's movements, outlining her graceful waist and hip curves.

Her full breasts rose and fell gently with her breath, casting an alluring shadow at the deep V-neck.

She exuded the fragrance of rose essential oil, which mingled with the steam from her bath and filled the air.

Oluna walked slowly to the French windows and stopped beside Wang Feng.

She raised her hand and tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear, a gesture that caused the strap of her nightgown to slip slightly, revealing her rounded shoulders.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said softly.

"Good things come to those who wait!" Wang Feng's deep voice was slightly hoarse.

His hand suddenly gripped Oruna's slender wrist, and with a slight pull, he drew her into his embrace.

The silk nightgown fabric made a soft rustling sound under his fingertips, carrying the cool touch of a post-shower bath.

Oluna gasped softly, instinctively placing her hands on his chest.

Wang Feng's arms were already wrapped around her slender waist, and he could clearly feel the temperature of her skin rising through the thin fabric.

"you"

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Feng suddenly tightened his grip on her arm.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and she could even feel the strong heartbeat in the other's chest.

“Oluna,” Wang Feng’s lips were almost touching her earlobe, his hot breath making her ear tips blush, “I suppose you’re ready.”

She looked up and met those eyes that were swirling with unspoken tension.

His gaze swept over every inch of her skin as if it were tangible, causing her to tremble involuntarily.

"Shall we talk here?" Her voice was barely audible, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened around Wang Feng's shirt collar.

“Of course.” His hand slid slowly down her spine. “Don’t you think…” His fingertips lingered on her lower back.

"The scenery here" suddenly pressed her forcefully against him, "Is it perfect for us to create an unforgettable memory?"

Oruna's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to leap out of her chest.

She saw their intertwined figures reflected in the French windows, and saw her long golden hair blending into his dark clothes.

Finally, she slowly raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck.

“Come on.” She closed her eyes, her eyelashes casting dappled shadows in the light. “Do it the way you like.”

A faint smile flickered across Wang Feng's lips as he leaned down and sealed her slightly parted lips with his.

As his hands caressed Oruna's waist, the silk nightgown seemed to dissolve in the moonlight, turning into shimmering specks of light that drifted into the air.

……

Shortly after.

A continuous stream of "yes" could be heard from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

(End of this chapter)