Yes, Lady Funina!

Clearly, Clarinde also realized that if Richard continued like this, the main battlefield for tonight would probably be chosen.

Although Clarinde wasn't picky about her surroundings, it was her first time, and if possible, she would prefer to be in bed rather than on the sofa.

The sofa can be developed as a future project, but it cannot be used as her opening project.

Richard fully respected the woman's opinion and used the last shred of reason to suppress his desire to devour the charming and beautiful woman in front of him.

"Hold your arms around my neck," Richard said.

Although Clarin didn't know why, she obediently complied; she was now used to following Richard's orders.

Richard withdrew his hand from Clorinde's undershirt and moved it to her thigh. Clorinde's thighs were plump and firm, appearing exceptionally soft when not exerting force, but with a little pressure, one could feel the astonishing strength hidden beneath her delicate skin.

Richard didn't rush to play with it. Instead, he placed his hands on the back of her knees, and then, with a push from his waist and abdomen, he lifted Clarinde up.

Despite her tall stature, Clarinde was still nearly a head shorter than Richard.

Held in Richard's arms at this moment, she seemed just the right size, a perfect fit.

As Richard lifted her up, Clarinde instinctively tightened her legs, wrapping them tightly around him like a beautiful snake. At the same time, her arms around Richard also tightened involuntarily, resulting in her breasts being squeezed into a pancake shape, pressed tightly against Richard's firm pectoral muscles without leaving a gap.

"The door on the left." Clarinde, not forgetting to act as Richard's guide, pointed out the location of her room to him.

She even booked the room herself, because Richard had to support her thighs, so Clarind freed one hand to open the door.

To some extent, Clarinde was indeed quite self-aware.

Clarinde's house was no different from the living room outside, both decorated in a simple style, without any dolls or toys, focusing on simplicity and practicality.

What pleased Richard most was that Clarinde's room was equipped with a movable full-length mirror. Generally speaking, objects like full-length mirrors are fixed. Perhaps Clarinde didn't leave any space before decorating and bought a movable one to save trouble.

After Richard placed Clarinde on the bed, she waited for him to pounce on her like a hungry tiger. However, after waiting for a long time, she found that Richard had not come. She opened her eyes a crack and saw that Richard had actually taken a few steps and pulled the full-length mirror next to her wardrobe to the bedside.

'Wait…could it be…' Clorind turned her head and saw herself in the mirror, at a rather peculiar angle.

Generally speaking, when lying flat, Clarinde cannot see her own body; all she can see are her raised hands.

However, now she only needs to tilt her head to see herself completely in the mirror, and... Richard, who is about to bully her.

In other words, whatever happens next, she can witness the whole process and see every detail if she wants.

If she could, Claude would rather forgo this perk. Although she wanted to have a meaningful first experience, it didn't mean she had to witness it firsthand. Sometimes, having a partial understanding is quite nice...

But since Richard has made a special trip here, it's obviously impossible to let Clarinde bury her head in the sand.

The man then spoke:

"See that mirror? We're going to play a game now. Until the end, no matter what I do, your gaze can't leave the mirror for more than ten seconds. Winning brings a reward. Losing brings a punishment. Are you ready?"

Chapter 177 The Fall of Clarinde (Part 2)

What is punishment, and what is reward?

Clarin had no time to think about any of that; her mind was completely occupied with the mirror.

I feel like I'm going crazy.

Claurind never imagined that one day she would be so flustered by a small full-length mirror.

She never imagined that Richard, who appeared so serious and impeccably dressed, would come up with such an embarrassing 'little game'.

Could it be that Richard has become corrupted by those nobles after being granted the title of 'Duke'?

Clarind didn't know, but ever since she realized the purpose of that full-length mirror, she had become somewhat strange.

The feeling was indescribable; it was like the feeling of a first kiss, magnified many times over, a mix of shyness and anticipation.

Keep in mind that she is still dressed. Since entering the room, Clorinde has only had a beige knitted cardigan removed. Strictly speaking, there are at least four or five lines of defense on Clorinde's body that need to be breached.

"Waaah...can we not play this game?" Clarinde whimpered softly.

Richard admired the beauty lying flat on the soft mattress, her full breasts spreading out slightly like fermenting dough under the influence of gravity, looking both soft and extremely elastic.

After hearing Claudia's words, Richards calmly smoothed out the wrinkles on Claudia's shirt and slowly said:

"Of course... no."

"Woo..."

Clarinde knew that Richard would most likely not grant her request; he had clearly got her figured out, and she seemed to have no way to resist.

Therefore, Clarinde could only adopt a humiliated and tormented demeanor, turning her head to the side and no longer looking at Richard, instead focusing her gaze on the mirror.

Go ahead and do it, you beast!

~

Under Richard's skillful manipulation, Claudia's eyes were quickly covered with a thin layer of mist, her thighs involuntarily closed, her calves slightly apart, her left hand gripping the sheet, and her right hand weakly pressing against Richard's chest.

Even so, Clarinde still followed Richard's rules of the game, her watery eyes still fixed on the mirror, watching Richard grope and do whatever he wanted to his reflection.

Although Clarinde tried to suppress herself and avoid making any strange noises, he was just too good at it.

Before Richard developed some places, even she herself didn't know that they were so sensitive and couldn't be touched by others.

"Mmm... mmm"

......"

The sound seemed to come from the back of her throat, and it was clear that the owner of the sound was trying very hard to control herself, but even Clarind could not completely suppress the most primal pleasure from her body.

Not to mention, this pleasure was the result of her tacit consent and cooperation.

Richard saw that the time was right and it was time to launch an attack on the next defensive line.

"Clorind, you seem very hot?" Richard asked with concern, looking at Clorind's flushed face.

"..." Clorind didn't reply. If you really care whether she's hot or not, then why don't you take your hands out from under your shirt?

In the mirror, Claude saw pastry chef Richard reach into his white undershirt and knead the dough into various shapes. She felt her heart rise and fall with Richard's kneading and shaping.

Her toes, with their distinct, pearl-like granules, sometimes curled up and sometimes stretched out, symbolized the turmoil in Clarinde's heart at that moment.

She finally understood that Richard's words weren't out of concern for her, but rather a setup for the upcoming plot.

Just like cutscenes in a game, it serves as a transition between what comes before and what comes after.

Of course, it might not be that complicated. Maybe he's just looking for an excuse to keep teasing her?

Claude thought Richard was great in every way, except when it came to these kinds of things—the mirror, the heat, it all—she felt like he was going to ruin her.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Richard's voice rang in Clorinde's ear, his tone extremely provocative, completely unlike his usual serious demeanor.

It's true that men usually put on an act; it's only at times like these that their true nature is revealed.

Clarinde met a completely different Richard today, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, there will be many more such encounters in the future.

"If you say it's hot, then it's hot," Clorind said, a strand of hair accidentally falling into her mouth, but she didn't have time to care about it now.

After speaking, she pursed her red lips tightly, and bit her deep purple hair. At this moment, Clarinde was no longer the ice goddess she usually was. The way she bit her hair was simply too charming.

Perhaps Clarin herself was unaware of just how alluring she looked, practically dancing on the strings of a man's 'reason'.

Fortunately, Richard had lost all reason; all that remained was pure desire.

Since Clarinde said she was hot, Richard naturally wanted to help her out.

That button had already borne too much weight, and Richard decided to free it himself.

After unbuttoning that button, what came into view was a thin black garment; it was hard to imagine how such a small amount of fabric could restrain such a huge thing.

And the most crucial thing is not the amount of fabric, but the origin of this garment.

After unbuttoning all his shirt, Richard smiled knowingly and turned to look in the mirror, his gaze meeting Clarin's in the reflection.

"Clorind, was your outfit today intentional or accidental?"

Richard was certain that Clarinde would never normally wear the gifts Chizuki gave her, for no other reason than that Clarinde preferred sturdy and durable styles.

The one she's wearing now looks nice, but it's anything but sturdy and durable.

It's obvious that Clorind dressed up specifically for today, and considering her outfit and how she was chugging alcohol at the dinner party...

Richard now seriously suspects that he is the prey.

It is said that high-level hunters often appear as prey, so is Clarinde the hunter?

Richard glanced at Clarinde, who was slumped on the bed, her clothes half-undone and her eyes glazed with drunkenness, but who was still following the 'rules of the game'. If this was the hunter, he would accept it.

However, despite acknowledging it, he still had to deliver his lines. Richard gently gathered Clarinde's disheveled hair to one side, then used his thumb to pry open her red lips and gather the strands of hair she was biting to the other side.

Richard then said in a deep voice:

"You wouldn't... have been looking forward to this day all along, would you?"

I... have been looking forward to this day for a long time?

Upon hearing Richard's words, Claude instinctively wanted to refute him. How could she possibly expect... expect such a thing?

But just like when she 'accidentally' saw Richard changing clothes at the doorway before, and then encouraged Funina to bring Richard into the pool, she knew clearly that there was no way to deny such a thing.

Even if it wasn't like that at first, everything that happened afterward confirmed her actions. Judging from what she had done before, Claurind felt that she really looked forward to Richard doing this or that to her.

Hmm... Is this what military strategy often refers to as "winning hearts and minds is the best strategy, while attacking cities is the worst"?

If we slightly modify the concept, is the way to control women to prioritize winning their hearts over winning their bodies?

Is Richard really a virgin?

Why does he seem like a bad person?

Clarin thought this, but she certainly couldn't admit it aloud. It was a matter of her dignity, and besides... if she really admitted it, Richard might do something even more outrageous.

Although Clarinde didn't know what could be worse than this damned mirror, she was sure Richard had some wicked ideas.

This man knows too many tricks.

Clarind strongly suspects that Richard's behavior stems from the fact that he was severely suppressed by Richard in the past due to his physical condition. Now that the shackles have been removed, he is like a dragon returning to the sea or a tiger entering the forest, unleashing his true nature and rebounding from rock bottom.

Unfortunately, she became Richard's first 'victim' after his rebound from rock bottom, and she was about to bear the pent-up desires of Richard over the years.

"No way! Who, who would expect such a thing!" Clarind said, barely managing to speak through her throat, suppressing the urges in her body.

While dribbling, Richard also took the time to remove the remaining piece of external armor from Clarinde.

Richard roughly threw the gray-white bodycon dress off the bed. The reason it survived instead of being torn to shreds by Richard was because, considering this was Clarinde's first time, he had to be a little gentler.

Yes, at least be gentler in your movements.

After removing her external armor, Clarinde, who was left with only a thin layer of internal armor, could clearly feel the relentless aggression from her opponent.

Not only did she feel it, but she also witnessed it firsthand. The level of stimulation from that full-length mirror almost caused Clarinde's brain to shut down.

Richard noticed Clarinde's trembling body and was somewhat surprised, but he slowed his movements on her head and became gentler, trying to prolong the afterglow as much as possible.

Clarinde's mind went blank, as if time around her had slowed down. It was the first time she had ever experienced the feeling of ascending to the clouds.

At this moment, she somewhat understood why she had handled so many cases of romantic and physical entanglements between men and women during her time as a duel agent.

She initially thought their willpower was weak, but now it seems... she admits she spoke too soon.

The feeling of being consumed by desire was something even Clarinde, with her intellect, could hardly resist.

The moonlight outside the window was blocked by the curtains inside the room, but the bright lights illuminated everything inside clearly.

Richard launched another invasion, this time not only with his physical skills but also with his most proficient verbal skills.

Claude keenly sensed that Richard seemed to have further plans, but she was powerless to stop him, so she simply surrendered completely.

She forcefully raised her left hand, trying to remove the glasses that she wore as decoration. After all, she had already been almost completely robbed, so there was no need to wear the glasses anymore; they were rather inconvenient when kissing.

However, to Clarin's surprise, Richard grabbed her hand as she was about to take off her glasses and pressed it back down firmly.

Richard gently leaned close to her ear and whispered:

"You are not allowed to remove anything without my permission. Now... you are mine, and what I want is the gold-rimmed glasses."

Does Richard like glasses? Yes, but they're not really necessary for him; what he needs more is obedience.

I told you not to pick them, so you weren't allowed to.

This is another kind of pleasurable feeling of being dominated. It may be hard for some people to accept as the dominated party, but for others... it's not that hard to accept, and they may even be happy to see it happen.

This is also part of PLAY.

Clearly, Claude belongs to the latter category. Perhaps in the early days when Richard first met Claude, she disliked Richard's domineering behavior.