My wife, who's in a vegetative state, please stop eavesdropping on my thoughts.

She scrutinized Weiss from head to toe with an undisguised gaze.

Then, with her arms crossed over her chest, supporting that astonishing curve, a slightly mocking smile played on her lips, and she decisively took a big step forward.

Fearing she might run into someone while dribbling the ball, Weiss instinctively took a few steps back.

As a result, Cassandra seemed to have completely convinced that he was bluffing and continued to press forward relentlessly.

Helpless, Weiss could only retreat passively, but soon his back hit the trunk of a thick, ancient tree in the courtyard, completely losing all means of retreat.

Cassandra continued to press closer with an extremely malicious intent, until the two were almost dangerously close together, at which point she finally stopped.

The purple double pupils were almost within reach, flashing with a dangerous light.

Weiss feigned composure, remaining calm and composed.

But his fingers gripped the rough bark of the tree behind him tightly.

Cassandra pursed her lips slightly, a hint of teasing in her voice: "Not at all, not even a little bit, did I see that..."

Watching the young swordsman act recklessly because he had a weapon, Weiss slowly swallowed.

To be fair, he really wasn't a eunuch.

He simply lacks experience in this area.

Of course, the most, most, most, most crucial point is—

He already has a wife...

Elune, loyal!!!

Faced with such meager bullying and probing, no matter how great the temptation, Weiss would never be easily swayed!

The two of them gazed at each other in silence at this intimate distance, where even their breaths seemed to mingle.

Then--

With a malicious smile, Cassandra deliberately took the final step forward.

"Pfft"

"Snap—"

Don't get me wrong, that's the sound of Weiss scraping the bark off the tree trunk behind him into tiny pieces.

Time and space seemed to freeze completely in that instant.

Although Weiss's facial expression remained impeccably controlled, showing no signs of breaking down, the natural will he was so proud of within him was now completely in disarray.

His back was pressed tightly against the tree trunk, his fingers digging deep into the cracks in the bark behind him.

A few seconds later.

Cassandra suddenly gasped, clutched her stomach, and silently took several steps back.

She has one hand light

Covering her slightly open mouth in surprise, her double purple pupils blinked rapidly uncontrollably, her expression clearly showing that she had suffered some indescribable unexpected shock.

After lowering his gaze slightly, his expression became extremely strange and complicated.

"Your reaction was pretty strong... Okay, I admit you're different from other natural men."

"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore."

"I'm going to change my clothes. You wait here for me. I'll take you out to play later."

Her tone was unusually stammering and unnatural.

After saying that, she turned and left, her steps noticeably faster than usual.

As Cassandra's figure completely disappeared.

Weiss stood alone under the big tree, his chest heaving violently.

He kept taking deep breaths, his ability to evoke emotions driving him again and again. Several minutes passed before his rapid and hot breathing finally calmed down.

He never expected Cassandra would actually come crawling back to him!

Even though he was her brother-in-law, this woman showed absolutely no intention of avoiding suspicion.

What a wicked woman...

However, this unexpected incident resulted in a lose-lose situation for both sides.

Clearly, Cassandra genuinely believed he wasn't lustful or unresponsive, which is why she dared to so brazenly press her face against him and bully him.

The final result is also obvious...

Her disordered breathing was not as nonchalant as she had expected.

To be honest, living with a stunningly beautiful, vegetative-stricken wife for several months without doing anything, and being a man with extremely stereotypical views of himself—these two situations combined would make anyone wonder if they had some unspeakable hidden illness...

Weiss truly had no way of explaining this.

If he hadn't awakened the Wind Addict sequence, he probably would have already performed countless pollination and grafting operations on plants.

Fortunately, he was a drug addict, which saved him from falling behind...

However, on the other hand—

The young swordsman is truly outrageous; that astonishing sense of oppression...

It must have G by now...?

Weiss doesn't understand this; it's purely a guess.

Perhaps more than that.

A few minutes later, while Weiss was still involuntarily recalling the immense impact of that wonderful touch, Cassandra had already changed into a brand new outfit and gracefully walked out of the castle.

She put her signature purple suit back on.

Beneath the skirt, her snow-white, rounded, and perfectly proportioned legs were tightly wrapped in a pair of slightly constricting black stockings.

"They're gone~~~~"

She waved to Weiss, her expression having returned to its usual calm and composed state.

He looked completely nonchalant, as if everything that had just happened under the tree had never existed.

Weiss followed silently without saying a word.

The carriage was already waiting outside the courtyard, its side adorned with the Lunette family's crest of swords and halberds.

The two got into the car one after the other and sat facing each other on the soft seats.

Inside the spacious carriage, Cassandra elegantly crossed her long legs, which were covered in black stockings, her casual posture exuding a touch of languor.

She rested her chin on one hand, leaned against the window, and her eyes roamed over Weiss without restraint.

Weiss felt slightly uncomfortable under her gaze.

Logically speaking, after that accident, Cassandra should have already proven that he is not the stereotypical natural man.

But why did her gaze not only not soften, but instead become even more aggressive?

"What's with that expression?" After a moment, Weiss finally couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing~~~"

Cassandra blinked with interest. 064.

She had originally thought that Weiss was the kind of little lamb who would never utter a sound no matter how much he was bullied.

Now it seems that I was indeed mistaken.

Big mistakes.

He should be described as a "sheepdog wearing a muzzle".

Even though the body had just endured extreme pain, they insisted on using the so-called shackles of natural will to bind themselves tightly, refusing to cross the line even slightly.

The more you bully him, the more repressed he becomes.

The more you suppress your feelings, the more dangerous it becomes...

This contrasts sharply with his outwardly gentle demeanor, creating a captivating and compelling effect.

This inexplicably reminded Cassandra of her own bloodlust, which was also on the verge of spiraling out of control at any moment.

She really wanted to test the limits of Weiss's patience.

Of course, she herself didn't want to be in that situation—

I'm just curious...

As long as it doesn't happen to me, it's fine.

A dozen minutes later, following the butler's announcement, the carriage slowly came to a stop in front of a huge tavern that resembled a palace.

The gilded signboard shimmered with a warm yellow light in the night.

It bears a logo that Weiss is very familiar with.

——Starry Night Tavern——

The tavern was enormous, occupying the entire three-story building across its width, and its decor was extremely luxurious.

As the carriage bearing the Lunette family's sword and halberd crest pulled up to the side of the road, less than half a minute later, a young man dressed in the uniform of a senior executive of the Starry Sky Merchant Guild practically tumbled and stumbled out of the gate.

He ran all the way to the carriage, bent over, and his voice trembled wildly.

"Welcome, Lady Cassandra!!!"

"..."

"..."

A few seconds later, Cassandra calmly lifted the carriage curtain and gracefully stepped down from the carriage in her high heels.

She stood on the steps, looking down at the obsequious man before her.

With a cold smile on his lips, he said nothing, simply standing there, his calm, imposing purple pupils gazing at the other person.

With just one glance, the man felt as if he had just been pulled out of a sauna by Cassandra's scorching aura; his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his body was visibly trembling.

This suffocating silence lasted for a full half minute.

Cassandra then looked away, her long, black-stockinged legs clicking as she stepped through the tavern door.

The man collapsed to the ground as if utterly exhausted.

The guards on either side of the entrance stood in two rows, but none of them dared to move, and they even deliberately kept their breathing to a minimum.

Is this the oppressive feeling that comes with the names of the Ten Kings...?

Weiss followed Cassandra into the tavern, lost in thought.

There are quite a few seventh-tier superhumans in the royal city, with almost every major family and power keeping several seventh-tier individuals in charge.

However, it seems that in the minds of the people, the prestige of the Ten Kings is not on the same level as that of the other seventh rank...

It wasn't just awe of strength, but more like an almost instinctive fear.

Perhaps the fighting power of the ten kings is even more exaggerated than he had imagined.

Just as he was lost in thought, Cassandra, who was walking ahead of him, suddenly turned around.

"This is the property of the vice president of the Starry Sky Chamber of Commerce."

"Come to think of it, I've never been here before..."

She glanced around the magnificent, golden entrance hall, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "How about it? Let's cause a ruckus and kill a few people in the chaos!"

Faced with this sudden suggestion, Weiss shook his head speechlessly.

You should know that the night patrol must return to the capital within three days after the snowfall.

Moreover, countless eyes from all the powerful and influential figures in the capital are undoubtedly watching the Lunette family's every move. At this critical juncture, it's best to keep a low profile.

Cassandra didn't seem to mind and didn't bring up the topic again.

After passing through a magnificent golden corridor, the two finally arrived at the tavern's main hall.

Unlike the dazzlingly bright and luxurious corridors, the overall tone of the hall is dark, creating a classic yet extravagant atmosphere.

Every booth's furnishings, from the velvet sofas to the crystal wine glasses, are exquisitely crafted to an impeccable degree.