Lena was leaning against the corner of the room with a pale face, not daring to glance at Maxwell at all.
From top to bottom, Maxwell swept his eyes past Lena’s figure before resting at her half-exposed chest. A gulp could be heard as he swallowed down his saliva and said to himself: "Damn those are huge."
One cannot deny that Lena’s pubescent developnt was especially good.
Her large, bountiful twin peaks could be described as mouth-watering.
In between her breasts was her cleavage, which looked like a bottomless ravine. Just a glance at those breasts and one couldn’t help but tiptoe and wish to see how deep those ravines actually went.
Aside from ntioning other things, Lena was truly a beautiful, charming and mature girl. She was just like a ripe peach that when bitten into, juice would overflow from their mouth. Within the five major households of Eden City, countless junior mbers had been enchanted by her, who had fought amongst themselves for her, and nurous other jealousy-related incidents.
One of the most important specialities of hers was that she knew what n wanted.
For example: Just a glance from her at Maxwell and she imdiately knew what was going through his mind.
She gave a charming smile and happened to pull down her clothes by half an inch. This casual tug of her clothing almost revealed her two raisins. If one were just a little bit closer, they would clearly see the raised outline of them. With a whiny voice: "Maxwell!"
That voice, the sex appeal mixed in with the sound of her voice would make anyone want to imdiately push her down onto a bed and blow a dozen loads all over her.
Maxwell was still a virgin!
He was already over twenty years old and still a virgin and to say he wasn’t moved would be a lie. His lower region already had an evil fla ignited.
What type of person was Lena? She was a dirty public bus, and the thought nauseated Maxwell, allowing him to recover himself.
Around the sa ti, Gwendolyn gracefully walked up next to Maxwell and naturally held onto his arm before softly saying: "Maxwell, let’s go eat dinner."
Her movent was natural and intimate without any unfamiliarity; the two looked like they had been lovers for many years already.
That expression, her actions, and those jade-like hands around his arm made Maxwell fall into euphoria. Those evil flas of desire once again started stirring.
After glancing at Gwendolyn, Lena’s eyes seed a bit grim.
It was clear that Lena felt she couldn’t compare to Gwendolyn.
She had lost in too many aspects. Whether it be looks, figure, grace, or even the twin peaks she was proud of had lost to Gwendolyn.
With that single look, Lena was defeated with a complete loss.
Maxwell felt that he was floating on cloud nine as Gwendolyn brought him out of the private room. His heart felt like it was fluttering about, rising up to higher heights.
When they were out of the room, Gwendolyn then said: "Maxwell, you and Constantine go to our private room first and I’ll co right after."
After saying that, Gwendolyn turned around and went back inside the room where Lena was.
Her face changed from her usual cute expression to a cold look. She walked up to Lena in a threatening manner: "I don’t care what happened between you and Maxwell in the past. From here on out, if I ever hear you badmouth him again, I will make your entire Castro Household disappear from this world!"
Her tone was chilly, filled with cold killing intent.
Lena’s body was trembling so much that she didn’t even dare to raise her head to look up. Several other Castro Household mbers in the room were suppressed by the cold aura that they didn’t even dare to move.
Gwendolyn turned around to leave, but then said, "Do not even try to steal my man, or else I’ll make you regret having ever been born!"
She didn’t even turn around when she said that as she left the room in an arrogant and domineering fashion.
Lena’s whole body flopped down and sat upon the ground. The pressure that Gwendolyn had released previously was so powerful that it was extrely uncomfortable for her to endure.
Watching the silhouette of Gwendolyn leaving, a brief flash of hatred appeared in Lena’s eyes. She then softly said to herself: "I will not let you off that easily."
As Gwendolyn left the room, her face changed back to her cute and playful self.
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The three of them were eating all of Cook’s Kitchen’s signature dishes deep into the night.
Maxwell even deliberately got Gwendolyn to drink several cups of wine, hoping she would beco drunk and sothing special would happen, but he happened to be the first to keel over.
Back at their residence, Gwendolyn dipped a cloth into a fresh pail of water and then wiped Maxwell’s upper body. She then hesitated for a long ti before blushing and not daring to undo Maxwell’s pants. After doing this, she sat at Maxwell’s bedside while she drumd her cheeks. She would stare at him and occasionally show a sweet, pure, and slightly naive smile. Her smile would expose two shallow dimples on her cheeks making her look extrely cute.
A while later, she looked all around while her hands were pulling on the corner of her clothes. Finally, after deliberating for a while, she leaned over Maxwell and gave him a quick kiss on the face.
Maxwell’s eyebrows lightly quivered once.
Gwendolyn was like a frightened rabbit as she dashed out of the room while her heart was thumping loudly in her chest. The blush on her face while under the moonlight was particularly moving if one were to witness this scene.
Her eyes showed a hint of excitent as if one had just completed so bad deed.
This girl was just too darn cute.
The mont she ran out, Maxwell’s eyes opened and he smiled, "Silly girl."
Afterwards, Maxwell sighed bitterly: "Why didn’t sothing happen on such a good night?"
Maxwell always had a dream.
That a pretty damsel would perform a role reversal and actually push him down...
He had imagined many different scenarios of being pushed down, and thought tonight would be the night. But in the end, it was his own fault for being unable to endure. Maxwell’s heart started feeling all warm and fuzzy when thinking of Gwendolyn’s initiative of giving him a kiss. That feeling was simply so enjoyable that he couldn’t think of any words to describe it.
He got out of bed and exhaled. "I’ll have to fight the above silver rank spawned beast in half a month so I should really use this ti to level up."
After putting on his clothes, Maxwell went towards the Gillette Household field.
There weren’t any demonic beasts to kill there. The only reason why Maxwell was going there was to raise the Creator Technique’s level!
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The Gillette Household, Duke Fargo’s Court.
Vincent managed to crawl back to the house but only had half his life left.
He was currently lying on a stretcher, his face black and blue and looking as if he was going to die at any mont.
With one hand clinging onto his father’s sleeve, Fargo said, "Father, you must seek revenge for . You have to cut that piece of trash, Maxwell, into a thousand pieces."
He shook in pain as speaking opened up his wounds.
Fargo clenched his fists. The rage in his heart was roaring upon seeing his son in such a condition. He then comforted him by saying: "Don’t worry. I promise that I will definitely avenge you!"
"Carry him away and use the best dicines." Sebastian lightly shouted at the side.
Two people quickly carried Vincent out of the court, and his cries of pain could still be heard off into the distance.
"Sebastian, I can’t endure this anymore. I’m going to kill him right now." Fargo couldn’t suppress his rage. His eyes were bloodshot from fury as he hated Maxwell to the bones.
Sebastian frowned, "Fargo, now’s not the ti. The current Maxwell isn’t the Maxwell of the past."
After the beast head calculations, people were sent off to investigate but nothing was found.
Those who ca out of the competition grounds didn’t reveal anything. So were even tortured yet nothing was forced out. This alone ant those people were completely loyal to his side.
This made Sebastian very unhappy.
Fargo then asked: "How long do we have to wait for?"
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed as he coldly smiled: "I’m currently negotiating with Duke Collin and he will be standing on my side very shortly. By that ti, getting rid of Maxwell would be as easy as pie!"
In fact, this was rely an excuse because what Sebastian really wanted was the Raging Fire Bull’s Beast core!
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