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"It's all for Rhodes Island."

Lin Lu clenched her fists in her heart, silently tied her long white hair into a ponytail, and put on a clean white women's dress.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The exclusive bathhouse for the Rhodes Island Ursus delegation.

Natasha was the only one in the huge women's bathhouse; the rest of the guards had been sent to the men's bathhouse by her.

Natasha was soaking in the comfortably warm pool, lying sprawled out without any regard for her image, with a white towel on her head.

The beauty's skin was flushed red as the alcohol began to take effect, causing her to exhale and enjoy a semi-dazed and comfortable feeling.

The comforting hot water helped her regain some clarity, relieving the dizziness caused by the excessive heat. She also soothed her aching back and waist in the water, surrounded by shimmering blue waves.

Natasha scooped up the pool water, which had turned whitish due to the presence of the drugs, and smelled it. The drug ingredients were all beneficial to the body, and with her knowledge, she could not detect any toxins.

Indeed, if the delegation were to encounter misfortune on Rhodes Island, Ursus would have a legitimate reason to directly suppress Rhodes Island and thereby gain even greater wealth. Just like Chernobog, the Ursus Empire could reap even greater benefits, such as solidifying public opinion against the Infected, and receiving stronger support for the current emperor's laws.

After all, isn't it perfectly normal to exchange an industrial border city that can't bring much food, and a group of people who are just numbers to the emperor, for more substantial benefits?

It's really... not funny at all.

Natasha's mood worsened with each thought, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, she stood up from the pool, splashing water everywhere.

A gentle breeze wafts through the air, cool and refreshing, taking away some of the restlessness.

"This is……"

In the changing room of the bathhouse, there was a small card and a package in her laundry basket.

The card read in Ursus language: "Please change into your swimsuit and enjoy Rhodes Island's professional spa services."

All her original clothes were taken away, leaving her with only a white swimsuit.

Natasha frowned. It seemed that this was the only path she could take. She couldn't possibly run naked, could she?

"What is this preparation... this... it's too thin!"

When Natasha changed into her roped swimsuit, even a cool beauty like her couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

In the mirror, large swathes of her fair skin were exposed to the air, with only three of her most private areas covered by thin white fabric. Her snow-white, rounded breasts were on full display. There wasn't an ounce of excess fat on her body; these beautiful curves were the result of countless days and nights of physical training. Like a finely sculpted piece of jade, every inch of her skin was breathtakingly beautiful.

When Natasha entered the spa room, a girl with pigtails dressed in white bowed to her and gave her a bright smile.

"Hello! Rhodes Island Technician Number One is at your service!"

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"Rhodes Island's number one technician?"

Natasha gazed at the lovely girl before her, her long, soft, silvery-white hair tied back with delicate ribbons. The girl's cobalt-blue eyes shone with a beauty that mingled with both divine and alluring charm. Her face bore faint traces of makeup, her cheeks rosy. Her cherry-red lips were coated with a glossy, lime-scented moisturizing lipstick.

The clean white clothes gave the girl a simple disguise, and even though her figure was not perfect, or rather, she was somewhat malnourished, it still could not hide her temperament.

"Are even the massage therapists at Rhodes Island this perfect?"

Natasha chuckled softly. Her mind was clear; she seemed to have grasped something, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

The white-haired girl tilted her head, pondered for a few seconds, and then realized that Natasha was praising her. She quickly shook her head and waved her hands, her cheeks turning red.

"I...I'm not...that good. It's my sisters who are, they've always worked so hard. Um...please lie face up on this bed! I'll make you comfortable! I promise!" the white-haired girl said earnestly, her voice somewhat androgynous, sounding a little weak and submissive.

She clenched her long, slender, fair hands, knowing that Natasha's gaze was secretly watching them.

Natasha was indeed observing her hands; they were gentle and delicate, with slender fingers and soft, supple hands, unlike those of someone who had ever wielded a weapon.

Even so, Natasha knew that some assassins would undergo rigorous training to erase the traces of their assassination skills, making it impossible for others to know their identities.

"...Alright then."

After much hesitation, Natasha did not refuse; she wanted to see what Rhodes Island would do.

Unless Rhodes Island is truly willing to fight the Ursus Empire to the death, the delegation will not be harmed in the slightest. Conversely, if something happens to the delegation, Rhodes Island, which is already at a disadvantage, will have no way out.

The Ursus delegation will be sacrificed, just like the citizens of Chernobog, in exchange for greater benefits.

This is absolutely not because Natasha, a noblewoman from Ursus, has never tried a spa treatment, it's definitely not out of curiosity, it's definitely not because she's itching to try it. She's a soldier! She's Major Natasha of the Third Army of the Ursus Iron Cavalry, she's... well, the honor of a soldier has long been completely destroyed by the current emperor.

Natasha's mood instantly plummeted. Resigned, she turned and lay down on the soft white bed, her full breasts swaying violently like jelly. Even lying down, her proudly erect peaks were still formidable. Rhodes Island's top technician instantly transformed into a human camera, imprinting this scene into his mind.

"So soft..."

Natasha gasped as the back of her head hit the soft pillow that almost made her sink in. Her long, light-gold hair was spread out, and she became languid under the influence of alcohol.

Her remaining consciousness was still thinking that training soldiers in the future should not only focus on strengthening their endurance, but also on cultivating their willpower.

Just like children shouldn't be raised in poverty, lest they be led astray by the slightest bit of sweetness, which would be counterproductive.

When Natasha's gaze involuntarily drifted to the ceiling, she realized how extraordinary the room's ceiling was. The clear sky, the white clouds that followed different paths as her eyes moved, were so soft and comfortable that they could be mistaken for real sunlight, and the flying birds were lifelike.

In Natasha's memory, the sky over Ursus had never seemed so beautiful.

Unfortunately, this is a painting on the ceiling, not real.

Natasha's gaze was drawn to the painting, and her senses, which had been disturbed by alcohol, gradually began to awaken.

Soothing music began to play softly and unconsciously. She closed her eyes involuntarily, savoring the moment. The gentle breeze rustled through the golden wheat fields, which shimmered quietly in the warm sunlight. She felt as if she were lying on a cart after the harvest, enjoying the afterglow of the setting sun, drifting off into a soft dream with a touch of warmth.

Natasha also smelled a delightful incense, a fragrance she had never experienced before. It was a blend of different plant ingredients, one that even she couldn't distinguish. Her gloomy spirits were lifted, and she felt a sense of healing. The sadness and helplessness that had lingered for days seemed no longer concealed, flowing out quietly and silently.

Sight, smell, hearing—Natasha's primary senses were dominated by the allure of pleasure, and she involuntarily revealed the helpless expression hidden beneath her mask.

Once the cold armor is removed, Natasha's vulnerable side is revealed.

"Then, excuse me."

The white-haired girl's slender, jade-like hands were coated with aromatic plant essential oils. These specially prepared oils were meticulously crafted by the perfumer operator who managed the sanatorium at Rhodes Island's recovery facility. They possess the effect of inducing a range of emotions and vivid imaginations, and have a good stabilizing effect on mental fluctuations.

When those hands touched Natasha, she shuddered as if electrocuted, her hands unconsciously gripping the sheets tightly.

"Don't be nervous, relax... relax..."

The neutral voice had somehow become deep, and Natasha tensed up, bending her legs, but she couldn't break free from those hands.

She was given a chance, but she didn't choose to run away at the very beginning, which was the most important moment. What awaited her next was an extremely comfortable dehydration experience.

"Come on, close your eyes..."

Rhodes Island Technician Number One's voice seemed to possess a magical power, compelling her to obey without her consent.

With her vision blocked, Natasha's senses of perception and touch were compensated for and became exceptionally sensitive.

Natasha felt warm hands gently rubbing her cheeks. The movements were slow, like caring for a fragile piece of porcelain, incredibly gentle... yet they brought an unbearable heat that made her head spin.

The scents of incense, essential oils, and the owner's hands mingled together and flooded into Natasha's mind.

Her tense legs unconsciously relaxed, gradually lying flat on the comfortable bed, but then slightly tightened again amidst the electric current, suppressing the invisible physiological reaction that was rising within her.

"Hmm... Ha..."

Natasha slowly opened her tightly closed lips and exhaled.

Her nasal passages were already somewhat out of control, captivated by the mixed fragrance.

Thick saliva kept flowing from her mouth, which she swallowed nervously, again and again.

"Um?!"

Natasha exclaimed in surprise; she had never imagined she could make such a lovely sound.

It turned out that the hands of Rhodes Island's number one technician, who had been massaging her cheeks, suddenly became restless and slid down her neck.

“Lymphatic massage around the collarbone and shoulders can relieve fatigue. You must be very tired, right? The muscles here are all tight, which is not good for your body,” the white-haired technician explained, his gentle touch becoming rhythmic, allowing Natasha’s tense muscles to relax little by little as he continued to touch her.

"Next is the relief of fatigue around the shoulders..."

Having untied his hair tie at some point, Lin Lu applied pale golden essential oil to his hands and carefully stroked Natasha's shoulders, pressing acupoints with his fingertips. His fingers inadvertently brushed against the swimsuit straps again and again, causing the two breasts they carried to sway gently. He was simultaneously trying to disarm her and increase her sensitivity.

"It will be a little itchy next, please bear with it, this helps to promote blood circulation in your body."

Before Natasha could react, Lin Lu's warm hands unexpectedly circled her chest, the scent of essential oils wafting through the narrow path between the two crowded peaks.

Natasha gritted her teeth, trying not to let out any unseemly gasps, but her irregular, sweet breaths betrayed the fact that she was indeed feeling very comfortable.

Lin Lu asked slowly, "Do you feel your body getting warmer? Feeling cozy?"

"Um……"

Natasha responded to him in a low voice.

At this moment, her skin felt as if it were soaking in hot water, and her glossy, voluptuous body exuded a strong hormonal response under the subtle stimulation.

Lin Lu's hands roamed over every inch of Natasha's skin, warm, soft, and delicate, like a thin layer of cheese on top of warm milk. Her scent was like sunflower, faint and fragrant, even purer than imagined.

"Next is abdominal massage, which can help you sleep and promote gastrointestinal motility. If you feel pain, it indicates a health problem, so please pay attention to regular meals."

Lin Lu placed his hands on Natasha's abdomen, feeling the intense sensation of her abdominal muscles, indicating she hadn't slacked off on her workouts. However, he hadn't anticipated that this area was actually quite sensitive for Natasha. When Lin Lu lightly pressed his fist against her lower abdomen, Natasha shuddered violently, her waist sliding in rhythm with his hands.

Lin underestimated Natasha's sensitivity and quickly shifted his focus, moving his hands from her abdomen to her thighs. The slippery feeling sent a shiver down his spine.

This is purely a professional habit; massaging the thighs can relieve fatigue and has a beautifying effect on the legs, and it's a necessary procedure.

As the saying goes, one wrong step leads to another.

As Natasha's chest heaved and her breathing grew heavier, she finally experienced a violent spasm under Lin Lu's rhythmic caresses. Like a reservoir with a valve, the more reserves stored in the reservoir, the greater the impact when the valve is opened.

Even though he was wearing a swimsuit, the splashing water still splashed onto Lin Lu's body, wetting the clothes he had borrowed.

Natasha is amazing.

Lin Lu's gaze unconsciously drifted to the area where the tide was overflowing. The thin swim trunks revealed her ample bosom, and the wetness was still overflowing, staining the sheets with a puddle of water.

Natasha collapsed onto the bed, her mind blank, before she belatedly realized what had happened.

She was thrilled.

"Ah..."

Natasha covered her face and bent over to the side, making a disturbing sound.

Natasha's long military service left her with very little experience in her private life. Moreover, as she grew older, her body matured, and she became increasingly eager in this area.

Beneath the hard armor lies the innocent mind of a young girl.

"Please don't mind, this is common during massage services, and it's also a sign of your appreciation for my skills."