flstandardbreds Chapter 152 Miss Yuzhu is very curious
Chapter 152 Miss Yuzhu is very curious
The next morning.
Arthur quickly packed his sleeping bag, washed up, and then went straight into the kitchen.
When the clock on the first floor of the mansion struck eight, a sumptuous breakfast was already laid out on the long wooden table in the dining room:
A perfectly fried, golden-yellow sunny-side-up egg, crispy toast, neatly diced bacon, and two cups of warm milk.
Not long after, Yu-joo came down wearing an elegant black long dress.
She glanced at the breakfast on the table, which was a work of art, and then at Arthur, who was standing beside the table pulling out a chair for her.
She sat down without saying a word. The mansion was so quiet in the morning that the only sound could be the soft clinking of knives and forks.
After finishing the last sip of warm milk, Yuzhu picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth, then looked calmly at Arthur:
"Arthur, what are your thoughts or complaints about having to sleep on the floor in the hall?"
Her tone was devoid of any emotion, as if it were just a routine inquiry.
"Not at all, Miss Yuzhu."
Arthur's answer was sincere and frank:
"As someone burdened with enormous debt, you did not drive me away, but instead offered me a place to stay that could shelter me from the wind and rain. I am filled with gratitude."
Yu-chu stared intently into Arthur's clear, unadulterated eyes, devoid of even the slightest resentment or hypocrisy.
She stared at it for several seconds before slowly looking away: "Is that so?"
She didn't say anything more, turned and walked towards the living room, but her face, which was usually as cold as an iceberg, seemed to soften for a moment.
As for Aoko, the other roommate in the mansion, she slept until noon before wandering down from the second floor with her hair all messy.
Since today was the last day of the holiday, and since Arthur and Yuzhu had indeed exhausted a lot of energy last night in driving those heavy black iron stakes, they tacitly refrained from disturbing her.
So when Aoko woke up, she happily discovered that it was lunchtime right away.
"I'm alive... I feel like I moved half a mountain last night!"
Aoko sat at the dining table, wolfing down the stew Arthur had meticulously prepared without any regard for appearances, while exclaiming in exaggerated admiration:
"Mmm! Delicious! So delicious! Arthur, your cooking is simply divine magic!"
She cupped her cheeks contentedly, her azure eyes sparkling with happiness.
"This is so wonderful. If I could eat such delicious food every day from now on, I would... well, never mind."
Lunch is over.
Aoko comfortably sprawled on the sofa, picked up the remote control, and turned on the old but still reasonably clear television in the living room with a "snap".
Arthur, who was wiping a vase, stopped what he was doing.
He turned to look at the "square magic box" that had suddenly started flashing images and emitting human voices.
For someone like him who lacked modern common sense, this was the first time he had ever heard of the amazing function of this object in the corner of the hall!
"Miss Aoko..."
Arthur walked seriously to the television, scrutinizing the news anchor on the screen with an inquisitive gaze:
"Excuse me, is this some kind of advanced 'soul imprisonment' magic? How can it seal so many living little people inside this box?"
"Pfft... Hahahaha!"
Aoko was stunned for a moment, then clutched her stomach and burst into laughter on the sofa, laughing so hard that tears almost came out.
She jokingly explained modern science and the principles of television broadcasting to this "blank slate".
Arthur sat attentively beside him, listening intently like a studious schoolboy, nodding frequently and exclaiming, "The wisdom of modern people is awe-inspiring."
Not long after.
From the end of the hallway, came Youzhu's cool voice:
"Arthur, come to the sunroom on the second floor."
Upon hearing Yuzhu's words, Arthur stood up and walked towards the sunroom.
Meanwhile, Aoko, who was sprawled on the sofa, subtly raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Arthur's back and the second floor.
Second floor, sunroom.
Yuzhu had changed into a white magic lab coat, creating a stark visual contrast with her usual black attire.
When she saw Arthur enter, Yuzhu's fingers, hidden under her sleeve, trembled slightly involuntarily.
She recalled how yesterday, when she touched Arthur's body, she was nearly overwhelmed by the terrifying heat and almost lost her composure...
Even the embarrassing scene of her body convulsing made Yu-joo's ears involuntarily flush slightly.
but!
As a pure-blooded witch with an ancient lineage, she was very curious!
The intense, almost obsessive curiosity she felt about the "unknown" Arthur ultimately triumphed over her girlish shyness and unease.
"Close the door."
Yuzhu tried her best to maintain her cold, expressionless face as she picked up a complicated magic ruler and several bottles of detection reagent from the experimental table next to her.
His dark eyes burned with a fervent academic passion.
"Today, I'm going to figure out your body completely!"
The sunroom was filled with the herbal scent of belladonna and rosemary.
"Take off your shirt."
Yuzhu stood in front of the experimental table, holding a precise magic detection probe in her hand, and skillfully issued instructions.
This is the third time.
Without any hesitation, Arthur took off his shirt, exposing his back to Yuju's eyes without reservation.
Yuzhu took a deep breath, a complex glint flashing in her dark eyes.
"I was nearly humiliated by that monstrous magic twice before, so why... do I keep doing this pointless thing?"
Youzhu coldly questioned herself in her heart.
Her reason was that "the internal structure of unknown organisms must be thoroughly analyzed."
But as an honest pure-blooded witch, she cannot deceive her own soul.
What she found absurd was that... she began to crave that feeling.
Accustomed to the cold and lifelessness, the body was brutally forced back into the magic path by that sun-like, scorching magic power.
After the initial pain subsided, what followed was a trembling sense of fulfillment, as if even the soul was being melted.
It's like someone who has been frozen stiff in the snow for over a decade suddenly falling into a scalding hot spring.
Despite being shivering from the heat, she refused to leave.
"Begin the reconnaissance. No resistance is allowed."
Youzhu uttered a few words stiffly, as if to cover up her inner turmoil.
Then, she firmly placed her fair hands on Arthur's burning back.
"boom!"
The familiar feeling of being out of control arrived as expected.
When the magic of the pearl carefully probed into the vast dragon vein and touched the thunderous heart deep within Arthur's chest.
That pure, violent heat, like an awakened volcano, once again poured down her fingertips!
"Well……"
Yu-joo bit her lower lip in pain, letting out a sweet, muffled groan that even she herself found shameful.
If it were the first two times, she would have awkwardly cut off the connection and pushed Arthur away in that instant.
But this time, she did not back down.
She stubbornly pressed her hands tightly against the man's back, forcefully opening her magic loop.
She let that terrifying magic engulf her completely like a tsunami.
It's so hot.
It was so hot it felt like my internal organs were burning, so hot it made even the cold, hard facts about magic crumble deep inside my brain.
But within this painful burning sensation, a strange, chilling pleasure also arises.
Arthur's strong, powerful heartbeat was clearly transmitted into her mind through the magic, as if it were forcefully beating for her lifeless heart.
Yuzhu's breathing became rapid, and her cold, doll-like face quickly flushed with a vibrant, intoxicating red, as if she had drunk strong liquor.
Her body began to go limp uncontrollably. Her body, which had been standing straight, began to lean forward helplessly due to the extreme saturation of magic and the intense stimulation of her senses.
"Miss Arisa!"
Sensing that the faint support behind him had disappeared, Arthur turned around abruptly.
Losing her balance, Yuzhu stumbled forward, but Arthur stretched out his arms and caught the petite witch in his embrace with steady, yet measured, movements.
"Miss Yuzhu, what's wrong?"
Arthur looked at Youzhu in his arms with concern.
Yu-joo gripped Arthur's arm weakly with both hands, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and her chest heaving with heavy breathing.
The two were now in a very dangerous distance.
Arthur's burning body temperature and his pure aura, enough to drive any modern magician mad, forcefully enveloped Yuzhu.
"……Shut up."