Despite Nadia being clad in a thin silk robe,
it still couldn’t hide her voluptuous, curvaceous body.
At this mont, Nadia, her knees bent, was kneeling on the large bed, and the rounded shape of her back was enough to set one’s imagination ablaze.
Observing Nadia’s kneeling posture,
Coleman’s breathing accelerated.
He recalled that it wasn’t the first ti he had seen and enjoyed Nadia’s body.
Yet every ti he beheld it again, it gave him a strong visual impact.
He couldn’t help but want to rush over, pin her beneath him, and fiercely lash out.
To extinguish the desire burning within him!
Nadia looked at Coleman standing at the door and smiled, saying,
"Duke Coleman, co in."
"Next, we’ll proceed with a full-body muscle massage."
"It would be more convenient to do it while lying on the bed."
Coleman nodded and agreed, "Okay, Dr. Nadia, we’ll do as you suggest."
Coleman walked into the room with asured steps,
his eyes fixed straight on Nadia’s body, which was without a trace of excess flesh.
Nadia wasn’t bothered by the desire-filled gaze from Coleman.
With Nadia’s gentle support, Coleman laid prone on the large bed.
Just as Coleman was about to ask about the upcoming treatnt,
a comfortable softness was felt on his back.
Nadia, who sat lightly on his back, spoke gently,
"Duke Coleman, I will now begin massaging your head, moving to your neck, shoulders, back, and limbs, providing a comprehensive massage therapy."
"There might be so discomfort during the process, so please bear with it."
Feeling the smooth, soft, warm, and comforting sensation on his back, Coleman’s brows lifted as he replied,
"Of course, Dr. Nadia, you may begin."
Even though he couldn’t see Nadia’s expression at the mont,
he could still hear what seed to be a hint of amusent in Nadia’s words.
"Duke Coleman, if you feel tired, you can rest for a bit while lying down."
Coleman simply responded with a sound.
Sitting astride behind Coleman, Nadia extended her hands to his head, beginning a relaxing massage.
Nadia’s massage technique was excellent,
skillful and rhythmic.
So much so that the already sowhat weary Coleman slowly closed his eyes, enjoying the massage from Nadia.
Unconsciously,
a slightly heavy snore sounded from Coleman’s mouth.
Sitting on Coleman’s back, Nadia did not stop her massage movents.
From the head to the neck, to the shoulders...
Until more than half an hour later.
Nadia stepped off the large bed, looking at the still-sleeping Coleman.
She spoke softly, "My lord Duke, you may continue to rest."
Coleman, lying on the large bed with his eyes closed, made no movent or response.
Nadia said no more, stepping out of the room.
Crossing the suite, Nadia arrived at the double doors that were locked from inside.
With a motion of her hand, Nadia unlocked the door.
With a movent, she pulled open the tightly closed room door.
A tall, burly figure imdiately ca into Nadia’s view.
Standing in the doorway, the burly figure didn’t cause Nadia any confusion or fear.
Instead,
her face remained calm,
as if she had long known that Mica would be waiting at the door.
Nadia glanced at Mica before her and spoke in a calm tone,
"He’s asleep in the room."
Mica responded with a sound.
Without any unnecessary words, he took large strides and headed straight for the room.
Walking through the dimly lit suite living room, Mica arrived at the doorway to the room.
With a flick of his hand, he pushed open the slightly ajar door.
Prone on the bed, sleeping Coleman ca into Mica’s view.
Looking at Coleman, Mica’s eyes were full of turmoil and apprehension.
A few seconds later,
his mouth slightly opened, letting out a breath.
As if making a decision, he stepped toward the bed where Coleman lay.
After a few steps,
Mica stood beside Coleman.
He slightly bent his body, whispering to Coleman, "Father, the massage is over. Do you need to escort you back to your bedroom?"
Coleman, lying on the large bed, didn’t respond at all.
Mica bent even lower, continuing to speak to Coleman, "Father, wake up, it’s getting late."
Seeing that Coleman still made no movent,
Mica’s eyelids narrowed slightly, his right hand slowly moved, and his fingers touched the hilt of a dagger at his waist.
Mica’s voice gradually turned cold, "Father, if you don’t wake up, I will send you on your way..."
With those words,
Mica abruptly drew the dagger from his waist.
After a sharp tallic scrape, under the candlelight,
that dagger, only ten centiters long,
stabbed directly into Coleman’s back on the large bed, piercing into his chest.
One stab, Mica seed unsatisfied.
He yanked it out and stabbed into Coleman’s body again.
After stabbing and withdrawing three or four tis, Coleman, lying on the large bed, was already lying in a pool of blood.
One gush of fresh blood after another flowed from his body,
soaking through the bedsheets and mattress, flowing down the edges...
Throughout the whole process,
Coleman on the large bed didn’t make any sound.
Seeing the bloody scene before him, Mica’s breathing beca rapid.
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