Catherine and the Black Emperor

Chapter 133 133. Up and Down

"Hello, I've come to visit Councilor Naya. I am Salty." "I know you, Duke Saltykov. My master is waiting for you."

Sergei, completely shrouded in a black robe, arrived at Naya's mansion in an ordinary carriage. The housekeeper's words only fueled Sergei's curiosity: what exactly was Naya up to?

"Could it be that I'm really going to have to offer myself tonight?"

"But the senator also has a very hot figure."

Sergei thought of the other person's alluring curves, which were even more captivating than her cheeks.

Led by the housekeeper, Sergei arrived at the reception room on the second floor.

Upon entering, he found not only Councilor Nya, but also a guest who had been waiting for him for a long time. Upon seeing the guest, Sergei immediately understood everything.

"Agafia! What are you doing here?"

Indeed, the guest sitting opposite Naya was Agafia, the illegitimate daughter of Russian Prime Minister Bestov and Sergei's lover!

Agafia stood up slowly with a playful smile on her face.

"Isn't this a huge surprise? I want to know, during this time away from Russia, have you missed me as much as I've missed you? I've been thinking of you day and night—it's a truly magnificent thing."

A moment ago, Agafia was very serious, but the next second she was speaking in a soft voice and giving Sergei a flirtatious wink.

Sergei remained silent, looking at the other person with a calm expression.

"Alright, alright, I know you don't like surprises. You people who do secret work are always so neurotic."

Agafia shook her head and then began to explain.

"Naya and I have been friends since we were kids. Not to mention you and Panin, even among Naya's colleagues, very few people know that Naya grew up in Russia."

"You grew up in Russia?" Sergei asked, looking at Naya with surprise.

Because he had Stepan help him find out the backgrounds of these Swedish officials, and even the secret committee had no record of Naya ever living in Russia.

But he quickly guessed the reason.

In response to Sergei's question, Naya smiled and said, "Yes, my parents died at the hands of our enemies. My uncle took me to Russia because my grandfather saved Agafia's grandfather during the Great Northern War. So Agafia's father helped my uncle and me live in Russia under assumed names."

Sergei seemed to be deep in thought.

If that's the case, then it makes sense.

In order to conceal the fact that Agafia was an illegitimate daughter, Besdudev might even have entrusted Agafia to Naya's uncle for care.

He said, "Your return to Sweden and becoming a member of parliament was probably due to Besdützev's financial support, wasn't it?"

Naya glanced at Agafia: "Just as you said, he's more thoughtful than a woman."

Agafia shrugged and smiled.

Naya looked at Sergei and admitted, "That's right. Agafia's father played a part in both the revenge and the election campaign. Otherwise, why would Panin think he could win me over with a few sweet words to help Hedwig?"

Sergei couldn't help but chuckle.

Panin never imagined that he would receive help from his teacher without even realizing it.

It's possible that Besdudev instructed Naya to help Panin, but Naya, as Besdudev's hidden force, didn't want Panin to know.

The Prime Minister is truly not to be underestimated.

Agafia walked over and naturally took Sergei's arm.

"After Naya returned to Sweden, I never saw her again. At first, we kept in touch by letter, but it became less and less frequent, and then we lost contact."

Naya quickly explained, "This is all at your father's request. I had no choice. Otherwise, if the secret committee found out, it would be a big problem for him."

As she said this, she glanced at Sergei.

Agafia pouted: "My father is always very selfish. He might abandon me one day for his own sake, or he may never have accepted me as his daughter."

Sergei inquired about the important matter: "Besdudev sent you to Sweden to find me?"

"What?! He would send me to find you? It's a miracle he didn't try to stop me from doing everything he could to get myself into this mess! I came to find you myself! I told you I was going to come to Sweden to visit you!"

Agafia moved closer to Sergei, her breath sweet as orchids in his ear.

"You must be having a hard time without me, right?"

Sergei cursed under his breath, calling her a demon.

If Naya hadn't been there, he would have executed Agafia on the spot.

Sergei's two acts of teasing Louisa, seemingly attacks on her, were actually forms of self-torture.

Agafia could see that Sergei was holding back his frustration, so she couldn't resist teasing him even more.

Her long, slender right leg emerged from under her skirt and slowly rose.

"Your best friend is watching," Sergei said.

"Best friend? What's that?"

Agafia followed his gaze and looked at Naya, letting out a charming laugh.

"Don't worry, Naya and I are very close. You wouldn't understand the bond we formed growing up together. Otherwise, would Naya have helped you tonight?"

Agafia's eyes lit up, and she secretly told Sergei.

"We said when we were kids that we'd marry the same man!"

She appeared to be covering her mouth with her hand, but the sound was not quiet at all, and Naya could hear it clearly.

Instead of blushing, Naya teased, "Marrying the same man is impossible, but... it's possible."

Sergei raised an eyebrow: "Consul Nia, are you serious?"

Naya walked up to him with a sweet smile, her eyes full of allure.

"Agafia told me that your stature is like a high mountain..."

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"Of course, what she talked about most was the endless cycle of the sun and moon."

At this point, Naya licked her full, red lips in front of Sergei.

Sergei looked at Agafia.

"You tell everyone everything."

Agafia's delicate hand reached inside Sergei's clothes.

She stroked his chest.

Her voice was soft and sweet.

"Nya is none other than someone else; we slept together yesterday."

"I know how great her figure is."

Sergei took off his shirt and threw it on the ground.

"It seems I have a place to stay tonight. I wonder if Councilor Naya would mind if I stayed the night so I could show her some hospitality?"

Naya's smile was sweet yet alluring.

"That depends on how the Duke performs later. If he performs poorly, I will kick him out of my place, and Agafia will also be left behind. The Duke will have to live out his days alone."

As she spoke, she placed her hand on Sergei's shoulder, circled around him, and sized up his tall, strong physique.

The more I look at it, the more satisfied I become.

Sergei grasped Naya's soft, delicate little hand.

"Then what are we waiting for? Where's the bedroom?"

Naya and Agafia exchanged a glance and giggled, "Why are we going to the bedroom so early? Isn't the reception room suitable for discussing serious matters? Didn't you notice that the table behind you is quite large? Three people could stand there without feeling cramped—"

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Sergei stepped forward.

He embraced Naya's slender waist.

With a soft gasp, he simply lifted her up by the waist.

Then, amidst Agafia's silvery laughter...

He placed Representative Nyar on the long table —