Chapter 330: The Cost of Abandoning Morals
Chapter 330: The Cost of Abandoning Morals
Damn it! It would've been better if this little brat was a bit dumber!
Looking at Lyon's face, which displayed a mix of 50% shock, 40% speechlessness, and 10% deep disdain, the Red-Haired Director couldn't help but click her tongue in her mind. She then blinked her charming fox-like eyes, her cheeks flushing as she pinched the corner of her clothes and said, "What nonsense are you spouting? How could I possibly..."
"You're definitely thinking that!"
Lyon immediately saw through the Red-Haired Director's poor acting, and he hissed, drawing in a breath of cold air as he quickly retreated two steps, tightening his lips.
What a cunning move! No wonder she's been so nice to me today! She even used such a precious Wish Opportunity to help me acquire a usable Anomaly. It turns out she was waiting for me here!
Hmph! Looks like I can't get away with it!
Lyon watched as the Red-Haired Director took several steps back, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She then blinked and her expression turned somewhat melancholic as she said, "Lyon, today is my birthday. I only get to celebrate it once a year, and I just want to have a sip of good wine. Can't you..."
"This isn't about birthdays."
Lyon, on guard, saw the Red-Haired Director playing the emotional card and decisively refused, "If you want to drink, I can treat you after we go back. If I have to, I'll borrow money from the Princess to buy you whatever wine you want. But this..."
"But this isn't something you can casually drink!"
The Red-Haired Director looked at the small wine bottle in Lyon's hand and pitifully said, "It's made with the Wine God's Pearl. It contains a trace of the Fine Wine Authority, and all the wine in the world combined can't compare to it. Even wine that's slightly inferior to it can't be found. The wine that the Princess can buy is at least two levels below it."
"Lyon, good Lyon, I just want to have a taste of this on my birthday. I won't do anything else. Besides, you already promised me before. How can you suddenly go back on your word?"
"I... I did promise you, but I didn't know you..."
"Don't worry, just one sip!"
Seeing that Lyon's attitude seemed to waver, the Red-Haired Director was overjoyed. She quietly moved forward, raising her hand to swear, "I promise, if you let me have a sip, I'll never bother you again! And I guarantee I won't tell anyone about this!"
"..."
"Come on, Lyon, today is my birthday. I fulfilled one of your wishes on my birthday, can't you fulfill one of mine?"
"..."
"You know, I left my parents' side when I was young and joined the Cleanup Bureau. Every year, I celebrate my birthday alone..."
"Don't say anymore... I... I agree..."
Unable to resist the Red-Haired Director's persistent persuasion, and fearing that she might resort to coercion if left unsatisfied, Lyon reluctantly agreed to this bizarre request, which blatantly disregarded morals.
"Haha, I knew you'd agree! Don't worry, I'll be quick. Just close your eyes, and it'll be over in an instant!"
Seeing Lyon finally choose to submit, a hint of triumph flashed in the Red-Haired Director's eyes. She then eagerly urged, her face full of anticipation, "Drink quickly! Yes, yes! Have some more!
Keep going! Take a bigger gulp!"
"Mmm!!!"
Hearing the Red-Haired Director's urging, Lyon took a full mouthful of wine, his cheeks puffing out. He glared at her, his face turning red.
That's enough! I'll swallow the rest myself!
"Alright, alright! That's enough."
Reading Lyon's eyes, the Red-Haired Director sighed regretfully. She carefully closed the lid, putting away the half-full bottle. Then, she reached out and embraced Lyon's neck, slightly lifting her heels.
"……"
Actually… despite her outrageous personality, the Director is still a rare beauty when it comes to appearance, even matching the Princess, who is often hailed as the most beautiful.
Lowering his head slightly in response to the force of the arm around his neck, Lyon’s gaze traced down from the Red-Haired Director’s cunning fox eyes, past her smooth and straight nose, and finally landed on her slightly pouting, tender lips. His heart skipped a beat without his awareness, and his throat involuntarily moved.
To be honest, he seemed to have a tiny bit of a crush…
"Ah! No!"
Seeing Lyon’s Adam’s apple move, the Red-Haired Director instinctively grabbed it. Under Lyon’s shocked gaze, she forcibly pushed back the slipping alcohol.
?!!
A bit of a heart attack…
"Um… sorry…"
Realizing what she had done, the Red-Haired Director gave Lyon an embarrassed smile and quickly pressed her soft lips against his. Lyon, whose heart had died on the spot, opened his mouth slightly with a darkened face.
Hmm…
Although the process and reason were extremely outrageous, thanks to the presence of the wine, this not-so-pure passionate kiss still smelled so fragrant and…
Spicy!
Feeling a wave of intense heat pierce his heart, Lyon’s eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively tried to pull away. However, the Red-Haired Director, who reacted even faster, had already pushed him away and turned her head to spit out the wine in her mouth.
"Spit! Spit spit spit!"
Hastily spitting out the chili oil, Lyon’s tongue had already lost all sensation. The Red-Haired Director’s condition wasn’t much better; her originally light pink lips had turned a fiery red and swelled up from the heat.
"Hmph!"
With a familiar angry snort, the secret pattern on the small wine bottle disappeared, and the red, spicy chili oil inside instantly turned back into clear, fragrant wine, as if nothing had happened.
The chili oil that had been spat onto the ground quickly gathered together, leaving a bright red, angry message on the pale soil of the Death Realm.
'You two really surprised me!'
"……"
"……"
…
"You’re back."
Hearing the footsteps behind her, Emma, who was sitting on a round stone by the lake and petting a Death Raven, turned around. She was about to ask if everything went smoothly but couldn’t help being slightly startled.
The reason was simple: although Lyon and the Red-Haired Director were walking side by side, their gazes were directed in opposite directions, never meeting.
One looked embarrassed and ashamed, as if caught in the act of stealing, while the other looked regretful and sighed deeply, as if the theft had failed…
Judging by their appearances… could it be that they were caught stealing the coffin?
Thinking this, Emma’s heart tightened, and she quickly put down the Death Raven and stood up to greet them, her eyes full of concern as she asked:
"What happened? Did something go wrong with the Third Generation…? Wait, what’s wrong? Why are both of your mouths swollen?"
(End of Chapter)
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