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Lin Lu smiled as he spread out the sticky substance that had formed strands of water between his fingers, wiped it clean with a towel, and then reapplied the essential oil.

"Next, do some muscle stretching and relax your whole body."

"I'm fine, that's enough, I don't need it anymore..."

"As a dedicated massage therapist, the word 'give up halfway' doesn't exist in my dictionary. I will personally change your life, and you can become more beautiful."

Without giving a word, Lin Lu pressed down on Natasha's sensitive abdomen, pushing and shoving her, forcibly turning her body over off the bed, exposing her beautifully shaped back to him without any defense.

Natasha, her body limp, was still in a very strange state, unable to refuse, and was still at Lin Lu's mercy. This feeling of being pushed and rubbed from behind was accompanied by a faint fear and curiosity, an experience Natasha had never had before, and her ears turned bright red.

"Yeah!"

"Have you been sitting for long periods of time lately? Your buttocks are stiff and need more massage... Don't worry, you have a lot of fat here, so no matter how much you massage, it won't hurt."

"You, even if you say that... Waaah... wait, what part of the body doesn't need a massage?!"

"Don't be nervous, this is a normal process and helps promote physiological metabolism."

"No, no... no, don't—it's coming!!"

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.

Just as the spa area was filled with soft moans and splashing water, the men's bathhouse next door...

The men of the Ursus delegation were on high alert, exchanging bewildered glances and not daring to utter a sound.

As Major Natasha's bodyguard in the Third Army, even the driver of the vanguard armored vehicle was a corporal, let alone Sergeant Auguro.

The five soldiers present had all participated in numerous battles, large and small, in Ursus. They followed in the footsteps of the major, rising from obscurity to their current positions. Those who couldn't keep up were buried in the endless battlefields; some were buried in the snow, some were never seen again, and some were reduced to ashes.

What storms and waves haven't they seen before?

They had never seen anything like this before.

"I am Rhodes Island's second technician, Hellagur. This is my first day on the job, so I won't charge you."

The white-haired, yellow-eyed Liberian man wore a kind smile. He was a full 1.93 meters tall, and even in his twilight years, apart from his hair color, there were no signs of aging on his body. His bare upper body, covered with hideous scars, was full of strong muscles, and there was a battle scar on his chest that could have split his body in two, a shocking sight.

"General..."

Ogul's jaw was a little unresponsive.

As the strategist of the Third Army, Ogulo naturally recognized who was in front of him.

He distinguished himself in the Four Emperors War in his youth and became famous in the Tenth Uka War in his prime, winning every battle and becoming an undefeated legend.

He ultimately distinguished himself in the Battle of Bloodpeak, which cast a shadow over the hearts of all Ursus soldiers, but then disappeared without a trace.

"I'm just a bathhouse attendant on Rhodes Island. Don't forget to give me a five-star review after the service."

Herag, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, wore a friendly smile and was holding a wooden tub containing towels and soap.

"Don't be nervous, guys. It's going to be a long night, let's get along well."

Chapter 149 Drink More Hot Water (4K)

The next day, early in the morning.

Natasha woke up in her single room, rubbed her eyes, and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings with a blank expression.

Her long, pale golden hair cascaded over her shoulders. Natasha's dazed mind was filled with a sense of pleasure. She half-closed her eyes and slowly came to her senses. Years of habit had made her instinctively get up in the morning, but the vigor she used to have when she could take down ten soldiers during morning training was now completely gone.

Her mind is now filled with thoughts of "Don't bother me, I'm feeling so good and comfortable, I want to keep sleeping."

Natasha gave up thinking, leaned back on the bed, and her two unrestrained mounds of flesh swayed with them.

She snuggled closer to the comfortable pillow, closed her eyes, and a faint smile lingered on her lips.

...Five seconds later, Natasha suddenly opened her eyes, quickly sat up straight, and checked her body.

As a soldier, Natasha doesn't have the habit of sleeping naked. In the military, there are always emergencies that may occur at any time, so there is no time to leisurely tidy up and put on clothes.

"What am I doing?!"

Natasha pulled up the white sheet to cover her beautiful body, which still bore bright red marks, somewhat like an alcohol allergy, or perhaps from being touched. At that moment, her drowsy mind snapped awake, and she quickly looked around.

If a man were lying next to Natasha at that moment, she would swear on the honor of Ursus girls to strangle him on the spot.

In the Ursus Empire, any man who attempts to violate a girl has the right to have his heart ripped out.

However, Natasha was the only one in the room, which reassured her and made her feel a little relieved.

Natasha's gaze fell on the bedside table, where clean underwear and a white shirt dress were laid out, along with her personal belongings and sword.

After being so frightened, she lost all desire to rest and quickly got up.

When her aching legs touched the ground, Natasha almost stumbled and fell, but luckily she caught herself on the counter in time, thus avoiding a embarrassing situation.

"How much did I drink last night...?"

Natasha's remaining memories gradually returned; she vaguely remembered that she seemed to have drunk too much at the dinner party...

Although my legs felt a little weak and my walking posture was a bit unsteady, I unexpectedly felt incredibly relaxed, as if a long-suppressed emotion was finally bursting forth.

It seems that occasionally drinking a little vodka is good for physical and mental health.

Natasha gently stroked her smooth, beautiful arms, which even looked much smoother.

For some reason, her hands began to wander involuntarily over her body, a strange aftertaste lingering throughout. As her fingertips traced her movements, the bodily memories imprinted within her were gradually awakened, a blush-inducing, heart-pounding sensation slowly rising, bathing her alluring body in a rosy glow, making her look breathtakingly beautiful.

Just as Natasha's hand began to explore downwards, a knocking sound rang out, startling her so much that she darted under the covers at lightning speed.

"Sir? Are you awake? It's already nine o'clock in the morning."

"Shut up! Wait outside!"

Natasha shouted, her voice trembling with fear and a hint of bravado, startling the guards outside the door who were bewildered as to how they had angered their superior.

"What am I thinking... has it been too long since I've done 'that'?"

Natasha muttered to herself in bed, reluctantly getting out of bed and quickly changing into her ceremonial uniform.

After a quick wash in the bathroom provided in her private dormitory, and making sure her facial expression was fine, Natasha confidently pushed open the door. Her waist was cinched extremely thin, and her tricolor dress accentuated her tall and proud figure, radiating a chilling aura.

Outside the door, five guards were already waiting. When they saw Natasha come out, they immediately saluted.

Good morning, sir!

"Good morning. What's wrong?" Natasha asked, puzzled.

She keenly noticed that the guards' posture was not as upright as usual, and their faces showed unconcealed fatigue, with faint dark circles under their eyes, as if they had not slept all night.

"This...we..."

Ogulo stammered, unsure of how to begin.

The shock I experienced in the public bathhouse last night was too strong. How could these people possibly deserve to have the legendary Ursus general personally scrub their backs?

This kind of treatment is something that even the most capable former emperors, let alone the current emperor, may never have experienced.

"This is a secret between us, and you'd better not tell anyone. If you do, you'd better watch out. I know where your troops are stationed, and I know which unit you belong to. You'd better remember that, understand?"

The general seemed to have said something like that last night, but his tone might not have been so harsh. The five of them were just too scared to do anything but nod obediently like chickens pecking at rice.

"We're not used to the beds in Rhode Island; they're too soft, and we don't feel comfortable sleeping in them," the experienced driver explained.

“Yes, that’s right.” The others quickly echoed.

Natasha glanced at them calmly and said indifferently, "If I find out that you have used the name of the Ursus delegation to make inappropriate requests to Rhodes Island, I will personally cut up your tools of the trade and hang them outside the Third Army's camp in the name of the Ursus Iron Cavalry."

"Yes, sir!"

Everyone felt a chill in their lower body and felt wronged, but dared not tell the truth.

As the Ursus delegation, guided by information from Rhodes Island, arrived at the mess hall for breakfast, they astutely noticed that all the banners that had covered the walls the previous night had vanished, and not even a single flower petal could be found on the ground. Even when they encountered unfamiliar Rhodes Island operators in the ship's corridors, some would subconsciously nod and greet them, like casual colleagues exchanging pleasantries. Others, however, would silently observe them, without uttering a word, completely lacking the enthusiasm of the previous night.

The stark contrast caused the members of the delegation to feel uneasy and their hearts to pound with unease.

It was like being surrounded by a crowd and standing on a high platform, only to have everyone else disappear, leaving him standing there.

Auguro was trying to figure out Rhodes Island's new intentions in psychological warfare, but due to mental fatigue, he couldn't immediately grasp the problem.

When they arrived at Rhodes Island's dining hall, they were unsurprisingly surprised to find that the festive decorations from the previous night were gone. The dining hall was now very ordinary, just like a school cafeteria, far less luxurious than before.

Auguro glanced around and spotted a table full of simple dishes in the center of the Rhodes Island cafeteria, with a whiteboard that read "For Ursus Empire Delegation Only".

This infuriated the members of the Ursus delegation. If they hadn't been warmly received the night before, they wouldn't be so angry about the cold treatment they were receiving now.

"This is outrageous!" one of the guards shouted through gritted teeth.

"Noisy."

Natasha glanced at him, and the man immediately fell silent.

"Stay calm, don't let people look down on you. Everyone take your seats, sit down, and eat."

Under Natasha's stern rebuke, the members of the delegation suppressed their dissatisfaction and sat down in their designated seats to eat breakfast.

Although she wasn't treated with excessive hospitality, Natasha felt more comfortable and relaxed in this atmosphere, like being back at camp. The only downside was that the food wasn't as delicious as the previous night.

"This is a token of our appreciation from Rhode Island, Kalan Dairy, the best milk."

"There are also cucumber slices, lettuce, tomatoes, and a ham and egg salad sandwich."

"This is dessert, chilled melon."

"Drink more hot water to nourish your body."

A mysterious hooded figure, who had appeared out of nowhere, sat upright next to Natasha, diligently offering her various hydrating foods. He was clearly concerned that Natasha was suffering from severe dehydration due to the reservoir's floodgates releasing water.

None of the members of the delegation reacted immediately; it was as if this person had been sitting next to Natasha from the beginning, and everyone was chatting and laughing.

"—?!"

Natasha unknowingly took the food from his hand, and only realized something was wrong a few minutes later after she put it in her mouth.

With a clang, Natasha drew her sword and pointed it to her side, but the figure that had been sitting there had vanished.

What incredible stealth skills! None of the members of the delegation present were soldiers who had undergone rigorous training, yet they were completely unaware of it!

If this mysterious hooded man wanted to harm them, perhaps someone present would have their throat slit on the spot, while the others would continue eating without knowing anything.

"..."

In an instant, the bustling cafeteria fell silent, so quiet that you could hear a hair fall to the ground.