Yes, Lady Funina!

Clarin didn't care about paying extra, but she had promised Richard that she would go to Chiori's shop with him, so she arranged the meeting place to be at Chiori's shop.

Firstly, any problems could be fixed on the spot. Secondly, Chiori-ya is a public place, while her home, although it doesn't have anything shameful, is ultimately a very private place. Therefore, Clarind preferred to finish things at Chiori-ya.

"Speaking of which, so Richard's home is here?" Following the address Richard gave her, Clarinde arrived at a villa area not far from Moman Palace.

This is a renowned and prestigious upscale residential area in Fontainebleau. Even high-income individuals like Clarinde might not be able to afford property here even after a lifetime of hard work.

However, Clorinde doesn't need to. She has her own home in a good location, and with her current savings, she could live a comfortable life even if she resigned now.

Of course, resigning was out of the question. Clarinde knew she was the kind of person who couldn't stay idle, and her current job had a good environment, high salary, friendly colleagues, and she could even get close to the Water God. It was a job that many people envied.

The only problem is that, for some reason, the news that her main job had changed from dueling agent to secretary had been leaked by someone, so now the people who seek her out the most have changed from employers to marriage brokers.

With her outstanding looks and a lucrative job, Claude has become a highly sought-after woman in Fontainebleau's matchmaking corner.

However, Clorinde has no plans to get married for the time being, and even if she does, she will most likely not find a partner through the matchmaking market.

Rather than settling down together, Clarinde values ​​feelings more. Love at first sight is a feeling, and so is love that grows over time. In short, so far, Clarinde has not met a member of the opposite sex who makes her feel a clear 'flutter', nor has she met a member of the same sex.

This may also be related to the fact that her social circle is small, and the only man she usually comes into contact with is Richard Bencha.

Richard is clearly a high-quality man from any perspective. He is so handsome that it is hard to find someone with a more handsome appearance, so powerful that it is hard to find someone with stronger strength, and even in terms of material possessions, he is top-notch. Apart from his somewhat cunning personality and his excessive popularity with women, there are almost no flaws to be found.

"Knock, knock, knock." Clorind raised her hand and knocked on the door, only to find a doorbell next to her after she finished knocking.

Just as Clarinde hesitated about whether to ring the doorbell, the door opened.

It was Richard who came out, or rather, Richard who had just taken a shower. His hair was still a little wet, and he was only wearing a simple bathrobe, which vaguely revealed some of his well-defined chest and abdominal muscles.

Richard wasn't the kind of guy with bulky muscles; he was the type who looked slim in clothes but had a muscular physique underneath. His muscle lines were very smooth and natural. If Clarinde's body exuded feminine beauty, then Richard's body exuded masculine beauty.

Clarinde's gaze inevitably fell on Richard's exposed chest. Perhaps because he had just taken a shower, and it looked like he hadn't finished showering, he had put on a bathrobe and come out to open the door, causing water droplets to still drip from his hair, running down Richard's neck to his collarbone.

So astringent...

"Gulp." Clarinde felt inexplicably thirsty and couldn't help but swallow. She didn't know what was wrong with her; her eyes seemed to be glued to that healthy body, unable to look away, simply unable to look away.

"Come in and let's talk," Richard said, stepping aside while rubbing his hair with a towel he had grabbed.

Claudia's arrival was indeed quite timely. Richard had slept in late for the first time in a long time and took a shower as usual after getting up. However, Claudia arrived while he was taking a shower, so Richard had to interrupt his shower to come and open the door.

Being interrupted while taking a shower is usually a very unpleasant experience, but Richard didn't have any negative feelings about it because he had just discovered something interesting.

This Clarinde seems a bit off.

From the moment he opened the door, the other person's gaze unconsciously drifted towards her neck and below. Klorinde might not have realized it herself, but the gaze was quite obvious.

"We're going to Chiori-ya, right? Clarin, please make yourself at home. I'll go to my bedroom to change my clothes, and then we can set off."

As he spoke, Richard walked toward the bedroom. However, whether intentionally or not, Richard did not close the door completely, or rather, he did not use enough force. He only closed the door halfway, leaving only a small gap.

However, even a small crack is enough to peek into the bedroom.

Since entering the room, Clarinde hadn't dared to look at Richard again. She reached out and touched her chest, her heart beating too fast for some reason, as if she had just finished a hundred sets of daily training and then run a lap around Fontaine.

“What… what’s wrong with me…” Clorind’s mind flashed back to the image of Richard opening the door, but this image had been processed in her mind. The surrounding scenery was omitted, leaving only that sexy collarbone and that smooth and graceful muscle curve.

Thinking of this, Clarinde's eyes involuntarily turned towards the bedroom, and then her pupils suddenly contracted, clearly she had discovered the gap left by Richard.

This, this is...

"Gulp." Clarinde swallowed for the second time.

Her body moved against her will, and she walked towards the bedroom door. By the time she came to her senses, she was already at the bedroom door, only a step away from the gap. Even from that distance, she could already vaguely see what was happening inside the bedroom.

Richard inside had already put on his trousers and was now shirtless, taking out a pure white shirt from the wardrobe.

His figure is slender and well-proportioned, like a tall pine tree, with smooth lines and no excess fat. His shoulders are broad and strong, with clearly defined shoulder blades, like two outstretched wings, and his entire back presents a perfect inverted triangle shape.

Clarinde's eyes revealed the expression that only men on the street would show when they first see her.

In layman's terms, he was... lecherous.

This is bad, this is bad, this is really bad.

Clarinde's reason told her that what she was doing was very wrong; peeping was illegal.

But Clarind's emotions told her not to go, that she wanted to see more. The pure white shirt concealed her perfect figure—no, the thin shirt alone could not completely conceal it; on the contrary, it accentuated her perfect curves.

In Claude's eyes, the white shirt was like black stockings on a woman's thighs; it not only did not conceal her charm, but it even added a unique allure.

At this moment, it felt as if two little people, one black and one white, were fighting in Clarinde's mind, one advocating for leaving and the other for staying.

The two villains each had their own reasons, and they argued incessantly, which led to World War I, World War II... They fought to the point of mutual destruction but could not convince each other.

But it doesn't matter, Clarinde is already unable to move.

She stared blankly at the crack, not even noticing that Richard had already changed his clothes and was about to open the door.

The door suddenly widened, and Clarinde snapped out of her daze and tried to slip away, but it was too late; she was caught red-handed.

"Clorind, you wouldn't have been peeking through the door while I was changing, would you?"

Volume 1: Chapter 107 Clarind's First Time... Blushing

"Clorind, you wouldn't have been peeping at me from the doorway while I was changing, would you?" Richard's words traveled to Clorind's ears at a speed of over three hundred meters per second.

Claude, unlike her usual composed self, appeared somewhat flustered and even panicked. She instinctively replied, "N-no, I didn't peek..."

'The crack in the door was right there; I just happened to see it,' Clarin thought to herself, though she clearly didn't believe it herself.

"If you weren't peeping, then what is Clarinde doing standing at my bedroom door?" Richard asked with a playful smile. "Is the sofa in the living room uncomfortable?"

"Your door isn't closed, I'll come and close it for you," Clorinde came up with this reason.

"Oh, I see. It's good that you didn't peek, Clorind. I usually like to put on my clothes first, then my pants."

"Didn't you put on your pants first?" Clarinde realized she'd been tricked as soon as she finished speaking.

Richard's amused smile deepened, and after a long "Oh," he said, "Clorind, can you explain how you knew I put on my pants first if you didn't peek?"

"no no……"

"You saw it by accident?"

Clarind nodded with unusual speed, so much so that her chest trembled, making her incredibly alluring.

"Was it really an accident?" Richard looked directly into Clarinde's eyes.

Knowing she was in the wrong, Claudia dared not meet Richard's gaze. Her eyes kept darting away, and she would look away immediately after making eye contact with Richard for a moment, only to look away again after that.

"Why don't you dare look me in the eye?" Richard asked.

"I...I'll see." Clarinde had no choice but to suppress her guilt and look Richard straight in the eye, forcing herself to look directly at him.

The eyes are the windows to the soul; through them, we can see many things buried deep in our hearts.

Like Clarinde now... well, she doesn't even need to go through the window to the soul, she's practically wearing her guilt on her sleeve.

It seems that Clarinde is not good at lying, or rather, not good at lying to him—which is a good thing.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're not suited to lying, Clarinde?" Richard said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Clarinde's face unusually flushed, a faint pink tinge spreading across her cheeks—a truly rare sight.

It's over...it's all over...she's been found out. Clarinde felt utterly hopeless.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Clorind said resignedly. Although it wasn't intentional, she had been standing at the door for so long, and this "not intentional" sounded particularly powerless.

"Come to think of it, this is the first time I've ever seen you blush. You're usually so cold." Richard neither accepted Clarinde's apology nor rejected it.

"Hmm..." After Richard said that, the light pink on her face, which had just faded, rose again, even pinker than before. Clarin unconsciously lowered her head, but she couldn't see her toes at all.

"You look so beautiful, blushing like that," Richard continued to tease her.

As expected, Clarinde's face flushed even more, turning from pink to red, as beautiful as autumn maple leaves.

"But no matter how beautiful you are, it can't make up for the mistake of peeping at me while I was changing clothes."

Claurind: !!!

"I understand, I will turn myself in," Clarinde said resignedly.

"Confess? Confess to what?" Richard was taken aback, not understanding what Clarind was talking about.

“Peeping is a crime, and is generally punishable by up to five years in prison in Mero Petersburg, depending on the circumstances. Those with serious offenses may be sentenced to more than five years but less than ten years. If one surrenders, the sentence will be reduced…” Claurind recited as if she were reciting a book.

"But if you can get the victim's forgiveness or reach a private settlement, you don't need to go to court."

“You mean…” Clarinde’s eyes lit up.

"If you grant me just one small request, I won't pursue the matter further..." Richard said.

"Please, please speak!" Clarinde knew Richard's request wouldn't be simple, but having no other choice, she could only passively accept it.

And frankly, Clarinde felt that in her current state, it would be difficult for her to refuse the other party's request.

"Since you've read what I said, it's only reasonable for me to read it back, isn't it?"

“It…makes sense.” Clorind swallowed hard. Reason told her that something was definitely wrong, but now she was at their mercy, and this was the only option she could take.

As she spoke, Clarinde gritted her teeth and stomped her foot, her hand already on the button in front of her chest.

"Wait!" Richard's eyes widened. "Clorind, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you say...didn't you say you were going to come back?" Clorinde said blankly, her face flushed.

I'm a little shy, but there's nothing I can do about it...

This is a necessary price to pay, and if it's just for Richard to see, it's not unacceptable.

However, she had one more question: if Richard spent more time looking at her than she spent looking at Richard, then... could she also get to look at him back?

In other words, Richard didn't know what Clarinde was thinking, otherwise he would definitely have said "Holy crap!"

"What I meant by 'look back' isn't this... although I can accept it." Richard hadn't expected this woman to be so bold, so straightforward, and to actually want him to look back.

However, it was precisely this Claude who miraculously awakened Richard's last remaining shred of conscience. Well, it wasn't exactly conscience, but rather that Richard realized it wasn't right to deceive a 'fool' like this. Once Claude realized what was happening, things would get complicated.

People aren't really stupid.

“When you try on the samples at the Senori-ya shop, just let me watch from the side. There’s no need for this. Besides, it’s easy for people to misunderstand if a man and a woman take off their clothes like this alone,” Richard sighed.

Claudia realized that her actions just now had indeed been somewhat rash; she had actually intended to...

Well, it's starting to steam.

In a sense, Richard also took Claurind's first time—the first time she blushed so much she was practically steaming.

"Can we set off now?" Richard asked.

"Oh, okay, let's go." Clarinde felt like she had been granted a pardon. She turned around and walked forward with her head down, then slammed her head against the door with a 'bang'. Ignoring the pain, she hurriedly opened the front door and continued walking.

Richard and Claude arrived at Chiori-ya in a rather clumsy manner. Inside the store, several well-dressed ladies were selecting clothes, their silvery laughter ringing out from time to time.

But Clarinde wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt like those noblewomen were secretly watching her... Richard, who was standing next to her.

Although Clarinde was extremely beautiful, she wasn't attractive to both men and women. In fact, her slender figure made her more likely to attract jealousy from her peers, so it was no wonder that those noblewomen wouldn't even look at her.

It could only be Richard...

Thinking of this, Clarinde subtly moved to the side, using her voluptuous body to block the ladies' gaze from falling on Richard.

It's not for any other reason than I don't like the way they look at Richard. It's like they want to devour him. I haven't even eaten him yet, I just looked at him...

Food guarding is a valid trait.

"Clorind?" Richard was puzzled when he saw Clorind walk up to him in a few quick steps and then lean closer to him, half of her body blocking his way.

"It's alright," Clorind replied coolly and stylishly. "I'll protect you."

Richard: ?

Not understanding what was wrong with Clarinde all of a sudden, Richard saw Chiori come out of the house and waved to her in greeting.

Chiori noticed Richard and walked over. On the way, she saw Clarinde blocking Richard's way and couldn't help but wonder why the two of them came together.

Then my next thought was, does Lynette know about this?

The final conclusion was that it couldn't be prevented...

However, Chiori didn't explicitly say that she and Lynette were just friends, and since neither of them was married, it wasn't her place to bring it up.

Not to mention that Richard is a major customer of their own store; Richard's order alone is equivalent to nearly half a year's revenue for Senori-ya.

Most importantly, when she took the check Richard gave her to the Northern Bank, the staff there simply checked whether it was Richard's signature and gave it to Mora without asking about its specific purpose.

This made Chiori realize that this Secretary General was definitely not as simple as he appeared on the surface.