Yes, Lady Funina!

“But that’s just a hypothetical, isn’t it?” Richard placed his hand over Fukaros’s hands, his gaze remaining fixed on the projection.

“As the savior, you can be indifferent, but as the one being saved, I can’t take all of this for granted.” Fucaros pressed her face against Richard’s broad back.

"So it's to repay a debt of gratitude?"

"Hmm, I don't deny that this is possible, but... I think it's more than that."

Fukaros released her grip on Richard's arm and slowly walked from behind to in front of him. She put her hands behind her back, turned to face Richard, and revealed a bright smile on her beautiful face.

“There are many ways to repay a debt of gratitude. If it’s just about repaying a debt of gratitude, I would even give you the divine position. After all, this divine position was originally passed down to me by Egolia, so it’s not impossible for me to pass it on to you now.”

After all, your achievements deserve this divine position, and in terms of ability, you are perhaps more suitable than I to become the Water God of Fontaine.

As Fukaros spoke, she became increasingly convinced that her idea was quite good. With a hint of slyness, she asked, "How about we settle on this?"

"No need. It's better to pass it on to Villette than to me." Richard never wanted to become a god; he just wanted to be himself.

"Hmph, I knew you wouldn't agree, so instead of a godhood, I choose to give myself to you. You shouldn't refuse that, right?" Before Richard could answer, Fukaros immediately added, "You're not allowed to refuse. My soul is almost taking your shape; you have to take responsibility!"

Upon hearing Fukaros's words, Richard couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Is this a confession?"

"Is that not allowed?" Fukaros asked, hands on her hips, her charmingly naive demeanor making it hard to imagine her as she was when they first met.

At the same time, she looked at Richard with some trepidation, waiting for his answer. Fukaros had put a lot of effort into preparing for this day, and if the final result was Richard's rejection, she would really cry in front of him.

However, that scenario is highly unlikely. Although it might sound despicable and lowly, Richard would never let her go, given her identical appearance to Funina.

The sounds on the stage gradually faded away, and you could hear a pin drop in the room. Fukaros looked at Richard, waiting for his reply.

“Of course.” Richard nodded, then held up a finger and said, “However, I need to correct you on one point. Even if I agree, it won’t be because you look like Funina. In fact, in my eyes, you are two completely different and independent individuals. There is no such thing as one replacing the other.”

"After all, whether we treat you as Funina or Funina as you, it's disrespectful to both of you."

"I like you, and it can only be because I like you as a person, your personality, your experiences, your body and your soul, not because you look like someone else and I see you as a substitute for someone."

Fukalos's breath hitched; she had never expected Richard to give such a reply.

Honestly... that's such a shameless answer!

It was as if he could see right through her!

Sometimes even Fukaros couldn't help but wonder if Richard really had mind-reading abilities, otherwise how could he always guess what she was thinking, even though they hadn't had a soul-to-soul connection in a long time?

"That's a foul answer..." Fukaros muttered.

“Let’s just discuss the matter at hand.” Richard shrugged. “So, are you ready to hear my answer?”

"Do not."

Unexpectedly, Fukaros rejected Richard's suggestion. She floated down to Richard like a light butterfly and reached out her soft hand to cup his face.

A pair of heterochromatic eyes, as beautiful as if the creator were showing off his skills, gazed at Richard. In the clear eyes, Richard seemed to see his own reflection.

"Your answer is no longer important," the girl in front of him said, and then forcefully kissed him.

Passion, initiative, and sweetness are the main themes of this kiss.

Even a seasoned veteran like Richard was unusually outmaneuvered in this confrontation, forced to passively cooperate with the opponent's actions.

Fukalos was completely unpredictable, resorting to brute force, as if she wanted Richard to feel the turmoil in her heart at that moment.

Of course, no matter what, Richard was the one who enjoyed it.

Occasionally being passive can be a novel experience.

After a long time, the lips parted.

Fukalos was so engrossed in the performance that she almost forgot to breathe several times. Her delicate, fair face was flushed, making her look quite beautiful.

After the kiss ended, Fukalos resumed what she had been saying earlier.

"Because no matter what, I, Fucaros, am determined to have you!" the deity declared.

It was as if she were the dominant one in their relationship. Just moments ago she was hesitating and waiting for Richard's reply, but now she was acting like she was forcibly taking a man from the country.

“The Water God is so powerful.” Richard said, looking angry but not daring to speak, in agreement with the domineering Fucarus.

"Hmph, in Fontainebleau, the power of the Water God is limitless. A handsome man like you was born to be possessed by me, Fucaros!" Fucaros reached out and lifted Richard's chin, then kissed him again.

Regardless of how many flaws there were in what Fukaros just said, it's clear that she was quite carried away at the moment.

Before Richard could even make a move, she had already taken his hand and pressed it against her body.

And because Fukaros's divine armor was a one-piece long dress, Richard's hand, led by Fukaros herself, easily landed on her long, firm thighs.

As he moved his fingers up her thigh, Richard was momentarily stunned as he felt the smooth, soft, and rounded shape of her breasts without any obstruction.

He leaned back slightly to look at Fukaros, whose face was already flushed and whose pearly teeth were lightly biting her lip, his eyes revealing a hint of surprise and unexpectedness.

Despite her shyness, Fukaros met Richard's gaze defiantly, and said provocatively, "You're scared just like that?"

Richard was somewhat surprised, after all, Fukaros was the first to dress so boldly. After all, neither Yae no Miko nor Chlorinde had ever dressed so daringly before...

Wearing it.

Chapter 205 Fucarus (Part 2)

Just as Fukalos was making his bold provocation, Richard quickly figured out the cause and effect.

After thinking for a moment, he asked:

Was it when you went to the restroom just now?

Because wearing wet clothes is uncomfortable, and since I'll have to take them off sooner or later anyway, I simply decided not to wear them at all.

After all, if Fukaros had dressed like this during the first act of the musical, it would have been easy to spot, since her trousers were pure white, and when they got wet, the color would have been noticeably darker than the rest of her clothes.

However, this had not happened before, so it is clear that Fukaros' armor was removed later.

"Is this the important point?" Fukalos asked, blushing and somewhat embarrassed.

Li realized that what Fukaros said made a lot of sense, and that this was indeed not the point. He changed from lifting with one hand to lifting with both hands.

Unlike Clarin and Yae no Miko, Fukaros's curves were not so large that they could not be fully grasped with one hand; hers were a perfect, just-right fullness.

One hand is enough to hold one side, while both hands can just barely grasp the whole thing. This perfect sense of control brings a unique satisfaction that is different from that of a plump object, yet no less satisfying.

After Richard grasped those firm, rounded parts with both hands, Fukaros's breathing became noticeably more rapid than before.

Richard had his way with her before, but this was the first time he had ever done so without any fabric covering her.

The heat emanating from Richard's palm gave Fukaros the illusion that she was about to melt, and indeed it was. She was now completely exhausted and leaned forward, almost nestled entirely in Richard's arms.

Fukaros was already petite, and now, nestled in the arms of the tall Secretary General, she appeared even smaller and more adorable, like a delicate porcelain doll.

Fukaros blushed and wrapped her arms around Richard's neck. This was the only thing she could do now, and only in this way could she use the least amount of force to ensure that she wouldn't fall in any other direction, so that she could at least stand up straight and face Richard.

Richard didn't give Fukaros much to think about; this time, he took the initiative and kissed those rosy lips.

If it's just a regular kiss, Fukaros can handle it with ease, his main strength being that his words are familiar and easy to understand.

But the problem is that Richard doesn't have any martial ethics; he not only talks, he also uses his fists!

With just a slight tightening of her grip, Fukalos was thrown into complete disarray. Her eyes began to glaze over, her mind went blank, and she was unable to mount any resistance, let alone organize even the most basic defensive measures.

The battle at the front lines was completely under Richard's control, not to mention that Richard did even more than that...

When she felt Richard's fingers touch that secret place, Fukaros's delicate body trembled noticeably, and she quickly pulled her hand away to press down on Richard's forearm.

"You, you mustn't..." Fukalos never expected Richard to attack directly there, almost getting trapped!

"What do you mean?" Richard asked knowingly.

Fukaros was almost in tears; she didn't want to give away her virginity like that.

"No, at least not with your fingers!" Fukaros said, forcefully pushing Richard's hand away to get the wicked finger away from her.

"What are you thinking about?" Richard asked, somewhat amused and exasperated.

"What are you doing!" Fukalos puffed out her little face, which, combined with her flushed cheeks, made her look extremely cute.

Then, Fukaros suddenly blurted out:

"You're not trying to tell me you'll just rub against it without actually going in, are you?"

Looking at Fukaros, who had a look that said, "I'm not that easy to fool," Richard couldn't help but whisper in Fukaros's ear to explain his actions and intentions just now.

Then you can see that Fukaros's expression is constantly changing; this is roughly how it happened.

Shy, angry, embarrassed, shocked, suddenly realized, extremely shy

Seeing Fukaros's constantly changing expression, Richard didn't continue his antics. Instead, he gave her ample time to react, and only after she had recovered did he slowly say:

"May we continue, Lady Fucarus?"

After hearing Richard's words, Fukalos didn't say anything more, but obediently sat back down on Richard's lap. However, Richard stopped her from doing so.

This guy actually stood up, carried Fukaros in three quick steps to the huge double bed, and then gently placed her on the bed.

Lying on the bed, Fukaros was clearly aware of what was about to happen. She closed her eyes nervously, but after a while, when she didn't feel any movement, she opened her eyes again.

She looked at Richard standing by the bed with a hint of doubt and confusion. When she noticed that he was looking at her with an admiring gaze, Fukaros felt an inexplicable sense of shyness and excitement.

Fukalos wanted to say something, but found that nothing she said seemed appropriate.

Are you going to have her say, "Why are you just watching?" Come on!

How could she possibly say such a thing!

Just as Fukaros was at a loss for what to do, Richard spoke up.

"Lift it up."

"W-what?"

Fucaros wondered if he had misheard. Lift up? Lift up what?

"Lord Fucarus, haven't I made myself clear enough?" Richard looked down at the man lying on the bed and repeated himself, word by word:

"Lift it up."

Fukaros thought Richard must be crazy to make her lift her skirt and expose herself to him without any reservations.

This is insane!

“Do you know what you’re saying?” Fucaros said through gritted teeth.

“Of course.” Richard clearly knew what he was talking about.

"Then you still..."

"Because it's fun."

"interesting?"

Fukalos found it not funny at all; who would do something so shameful!

That's just too disgusting!

"Don't go too far!" Fukaros warned. Although she said she would give herself to you, that didn't mean she would indulge you. She wasn't Frinna; she had her limits.

“Alright.” Richard looked disappointed, but Fukaros ignored him.

No matter what, she could never agree to such a thing... such a thing... Ugh!

Fukalos shuddered again, this time not because of Richard's sudden attack, no, it should be said that it wasn't that kind of sudden attack.

This guy actually used only one finger to slide back and forth on her body!

More importantly, she simply couldn't stand the sliding; the 'itch' seemed to reach her very core, and every place her fingertips touched would develop goosebumps.

Just a few seconds later, Fukaros could no longer hold on.

"Gulp... I'll do it, I'll do it, okay? Just stop!" Fukaros had tears in her eyes and looked at Richard as if he were some heinous criminal.

The noble deity stood there, her lips pressed tightly together, her hands trembling as she clutched the hem of her skirt, tears welling in her eyes. She looked at you with utter disgust.

After admiring the beautiful scenery, Richard noticed that Fukaros turned her face away.

"Are you angry?" Richard asked, leaning close to Fukalos's face.

Fucarus didn't reply, but simply turned her face away again.

The meaning was self-evident: she was indeed angry.

It's no wonder Fukaros was angry; Richard had really gone too far, actually forcing her to do such a thing!