Yes, Lady Funina!

She truly deserves the title of "human weapon" (referring to her large breasts).

Unlike the 'just right' swimsuits of Funina, the overall style of Clorinde's swimsuits presents a 'conservative' feel.

This conservatism doesn't refer to actual conservatism, but rather to the fact that even with a lot of fabric, it can still give off a very astringent feeling.

It's that kind of feeling where you're wearing something, but it's more stimulating than if you weren't wearing anything at all...

Chapter 156 Clorind, you don't want to find a new job either, do you?

Even though I was wearing clothes, it felt even more exciting than if I wasn't wearing any.

It can be said that Ms. Chiori's swimsuit design amplified Clarinde's advantages to the fullest extent, especially the asymmetrical skirt swimsuit, which not only concealed Clarinde's large size but also gave people a kind of alluring, tantalizing glimpse.

However, although the slanted skirt concealed the shape of her hips, it couldn't hide her plump and rounded buttocks. The phrase "curvy" seemed to be tailor-made for Clarinde.

Clarinde was already considered tall for a woman, and her long, voluptuous legs made her look exceptionally alluring.

With such a stunning figure, coupled with the completely opposite icy face, the contrast is so striking that few people could resist.

Without a doubt, if Clarinde's outfit were placed on a beach around Fontainebleau open to tourists, it would definitely be the most eye-catching sight for men.

That's something men would bow down to, and women would weep over.

The aspect of attracting the opposite sex is truly saturated by Chlorine.

Fortunately, they weren't on the beach, so only Richard could see Clarinde and Furness in their swimsuits.

Richard, I love eating alone the most.

"Why didn't you take pictures of Clarinde when she was taking off her clothes?" Funina asked, feeling somewhat resentful.

And why doesn't Clarinde seem shy at all? Doesn't she feel that wearing only two barely-there swimsuits in front of Richard is making her heart race, her body burn, and her mind go blank?

Clarinde didn't really feel that way.

But if Richard were to strip down to only his swim trunks in front of Clarinde, the situation might be quite different.

Claude imagined Richard standing in front of her wearing only swim trunks...

Oh no, my legs are getting weak.

A blush suddenly appeared on Clorinde's fair cheeks, and only then did Funina slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

She knew it! How could Clarinde not be shy at all? It turns out she was undressing too quickly and didn't have time to react.

Just like drinking alcohol, some people's faces turn red after one drink, but they can still manage. Others, even when drunk, won't turn red, or their faces will turn red slowly.

Clarinde is probably the latter; she's clearly already starting to blush, but her blushing is rather slow.

Once she found a reasonable explanation, Funina felt relieved; otherwise, it would have made her feel like she couldn't afford to take it off.

You know what, with Clorinde by her side, Furnessa wasn't as shy as she had been when she was alone with Richard.

At least now, she's no longer the only one wearing a swimsuit in this huge swimming pool.

and many more……

"Richard, why don't you change into a swimsuit too?" Funina said.

When Clarin heard Frynn's words, she was stunned and looked at Frynn with a devout gaze.

Praise be to you, Lady Funina!

If you experience insomnia or restlessness again in the future, I will buy you a calming soup. The ordinary one won't do; you should enjoy the deluxe, premium version of the calming soup.

"Why?" Richard countered, glancing down at his clothes. "Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"No, but... out of the three of us, you're the only one not wearing a swimsuit. Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Funina said tactfully.

"I'm your photographer today, so it's okay if I don't wear a swimsuit, right?"

After all, according to Funina, when shooting photos, the photographer also has to wear the same clothes as the model?

That doesn't make sense.

Frynn agreed with Richard, and Clarinde, seeing that Frynn seemed to be persuaded by Richard, became anxious.

“Richard, you’re not just a photographer. I mean, more than a photographer, you’re our friend. And today isn’t just a photoshoot; in a sense, it can also be considered a rare gathering of friends,” Claude said quickly.

After listening to Clorind's words, Funina felt that she was right.

"That's right, you can take photos anytime, but opportunities like this, where we can get together during a holiday, are rare."

"But even if I changed into my swimsuit, I couldn't possibly take the phonograph camera into the water, could I? Besides, I didn't bring a swimsuit with me this time..."

"I brought it! (I have some at home!)"

Almost simultaneously, Clarinde and Frynn spoke in unison, though their words differed, their meanings were similar.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Furina and Clorind exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying the same meaning.

'You also prepared a swimsuit for Richard?'

The situation immediately became awkward.

It's not about jealousy or anything like that, after all, both Clarinde and Frynn are well aware of each other's feelings.

One was lusting after Richard's body, and the other was lusting after Richard.

The current situation is that both of them prepared swimsuits for Richard without the other's knowledge, and they also happened to tell Richard about it at the same time.

This is a bit subtle.

Fortunately, Richard reacted quickly and asked, "You all prepared swimsuits?"

"I...I...I..." Funina stammered as soon as she opened her mouth, and because she was so flustered, her eyes began to well up with tears.

Claude, on the other hand, felt guilty and worried that Richard might think she had ulterior motives.

Although she did have ulterior motives, she was afraid that Richard would find out.

Seeing that Funina kept saying "I" like she was stuck on a cassette tape, Richard kindly helped Funina out of the predicament, saying, "I know, you probably just bought it because you saw a nice pattern on the swimsuit, just like the bowls, chopsticks and slippers before."

Upon hearing Richard's words, Funina nodded vigorously, "That's exactly right."

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener. Upon hearing the words "bowls, chopsticks, and slippers," Clarinde's gaze involuntarily drifted towards Richard's feet.

Unlike her and Funina, who were standing barefoot on the tiles by the pool, Richard was wearing a pair of light blue slippers.

These slippers are the same style as the light blue slippers Clarind saw at the entrance of the pool room, except that Richard's are big while the pair at the entrance are small.

It seems that Funina prepared this especially for Richard, and from Richard's words, it appears that Funina even prepared a set of bowls and chopsticks for him...

What kind of boyfriend treatment?

"I...I'll go get it for you." Funina finally put down the cassette tape, her speech center returned to normal, and she covered her head and walked towards her room.

Clarinde then realized what was happening and quickly walked to the bag she had brought with her.

Besides snacks and treats, the bag also contained her other swimsuit and the swimsuit she had prepared for Richard.

Richard watched as Claudia knelt down beside her bag, her asymmetrical skirt instantly outlining a breathtaking curve, her plump thighs overlapping her firm, delicate calves, and further down were her exquisite ankles, rosy heels, elegantly shaped arches, and toes as distinct as pearls...

Of course, none of the above is the main point. The main point is, Clarinde, how many swimsuits did you prepare for me?

Richard watched as Clarin pulled swimsuits out of her seemingly small bag, one, two, three... one after another.

They only stopped after they had filled the ground around her with all sorts of men's swimsuits.

"Did you buy every swimsuit on the market?" Richard couldn't help but think to himself.

"That's all." Clarind obediently squatted on the ground, turned around and looked at Richard with expectant eyes.

That look clearly said, "Why don't you pick one you like?"

Then Funina came out of the house. Compared to Clorind's mobile swimsuit, Funina was much more normal. She was holding a pair of swim trunks in her hands. The style was very ordinary. They were normal four-corner swim trunks, similar to beach shorts.

When Funina returned from her trip to her room, she was taken aback to find a swimsuit stall suddenly appearing by the pool.

Why are there so many swimsuits? Clarinde, did you go to a swimsuit store to stock them?

Funina even found the same swimsuit she had bought among this huge pile of swimsuits, only the pattern was different.

“Clorind…” Richard took a deep breath.

"Yes!" Clorind answered instinctively and stood up. Perhaps because she stood up too quickly, her breasts trembled twice.

You can even imagine a sound effect in your mind: 'Duang~Duang~'.

"Did you plan this all along?" Richard asked.

Upon hearing Richard's words, Clarin's eyes darted around as she said insincerely, "N-no, it's just a regular thing—I brought a few swimsuits as spares, thinking you might need them."

Seemingly realizing that her words were somewhat unconvincing, she pulled on Funina and said, "Look, didn't Funina also prepare a swimsuit for you?"

This shouldn't be anything serious... right?

After hearing what Clorinde said, Furina looked at her 'weak' swimsuit in her hand, then at the various swimsuits laid out like a stall at Clorinde's feet, and then silently put away the swim trunks in her hand.

Contestant Fu Ningna announced her withdrawal from the swimsuit competition.

With Funina's withdrawal from the competition, the pressure suddenly shifted back to Klorinde.

In response, Claude forced herself to say, "Besides, it's a rare opportunity to come to the pool, and it would be a shame not to take a couple of laps."

It's neither a pity nor a rare thing.

This isn't a swimming pool open to the public; it's Funina's private pool. It might be very difficult for others to get in, but for Richard, who has a key to Funina's house, it's no different from going home.

They can come and go as they please, and no one but Funina can say anything about it.

Will Funina refuse Richard's invitation to her home?

Obviously not.

Therefore, Claude's claim that the opportunity was rare is unfounded, and Richard would not change into a swimsuit to satisfy Claude's little desires for that reason.

At least we can't satisfy Claude so easily. As the saying goes, human desires are endless. If Claude dares to make him change into a swimsuit today, she might dare to make him wear nothing at all tomorrow.

After all, Clarinde's lust for her own body had never been concealed.

“Clorind, do you think if I agree to let you change into a swimsuit now, you'll use similar reasons to persuade me to take photos again?” Richard asked, squinting his eyes and feigning curiosity.

"..." Clarinde's body stiffened. Faced with Richard's question, she could only look to Funina for help.

Funina silently looked away, indicating that she couldn't help.

I've already done more than enough by bringing Richard here for you. Right now, I'm barely able to protect myself, and I see you're quite well-prepared. As for the rest of the journey... you'll have to walk it yourself.

Claudia was speechless. Indeed, no matter what, Furnessa had helped her too much. Originally, Claudia's plan was to take a 'private photo' of Richard, but now she even had the opportunity to see Richard in a swimsuit, which could be said to have exceeded her original expectations.

Even if she doesn't take any photos, she's already won. What more could she want?

Having thought this through, Clorind made up her mind and said:

"C-can it?"

Waaah... I still want it all. I'm such a greedy and bad woman.

“Okay…” Richard watched as Clorind’s eyes grew brighter and brighter, then abruptly changed his tone, “Okay my foot!”

Ignoring Clarinde, whose eyes quickly dimmed and who looked like a salted fish, Richard went to Furnessa's side and took the swim trunks from her.

"I'm going to the guest room to change my clothes."

Hearing this, Furnessa didn't seem to care, but Clarinde perked up, her eager little hand reaching out towards the phonograph.

What to do? My photography addiction is acting up again.

Before entering the guest room, Richard turned back and said quietly, "Clorind, you don't want to find a new job, do you?"

Uh...

Claude awkwardly withdrew her hand from the camera. Oh well, one should know how to be content. Today Richard is willing to wear his swim trunks, tomorrow he might allow her to touch him…

"Are you that happy?" Funina asked, noticing the barely suppressed smile on Clorind's face.

Even in front of her, Klorind rarely smiled so happily, although Klorind's smile wasn't like Shen He's, which was measured in pixels.

However, when Claurind expresses happiness, she only slightly raises the corners of her mouth, making her a quintessential ice queen from any angle.

But now... she doesn't look like an ice queen at all; she's clearly just a young woman obsessed with... men.

This might be what people often refer to as being cold on the outside but warm on the inside?

She is cold and aloof in front of strangers, but warm and passionate in front of familiar people.