System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 877 - 272: Mistress (10K)_4

This... isn't something a regular archer could accomplish.

Only someone exceptional!

Master Lynn is truly offering him that ancient tome for promotion to a [Ranger]!

Even clad in composite armor, Red dropped to one knee and saluted respectfully.

"Master, Red is willing!"

Observing Red's gesture, Lynn said, "Stand up."

With a flick of his hand, Lynn retrieved the [Special Promotion Book (Ranger)] from his backpack and passed it to Red.

Lynn had initially believed the [Special Promotion Book] functioned like the [Talent Duplication Book].

That it could be applied straight to townsfolk.

Yet he discovered otherwise.

It merely inscribed the promotion knowledge in textual form within the book.

Letting the individual seeking advancement study and grasp it independently.

And, as though infused with magic, it incinerates upon completion of reading.

Viewable by just one person alone.

Otherwise, he would've copied the whole [Special Promotion Book] for mass promotions.

Still, Lynn realized well.

Were that feasible, skill level-ups wouldn't grant merely one [Special Promotion Book] each.

Red rose to his feet, gazing at the ancient tome in Lynn’s grasp, then advanced without delay and accepted it reverently with both hands.

The tome felt far lighter than anticipated.

Lynn rose from the wooden chair, stretching his waist languidly with satisfaction.

A succession of bone-cracking pops echoed continuously.

Once done, Lynn addressed Red.

"You and Kuisi have stayed closest to me the longest, earning my utmost trust."

"That's why I named Kuisi territory steward and you my personal guard."

Hearing Lynn's steady words, Red's frame quivered faintly.

He bowed deeply, declaring resolutely: "Thank you, Master! Red will definitely grow stronger!"

Lynn responded mildly, striding into the guest hall toward the master bedroom.

He shoved open the paired wooden doors, reaching the grand bed's side.

Lynn shed his garments, his eyes shifting.

A figure lay hidden beneath a thin cover on the expansive bed.

Yet it failed to conceal the flawless, sculpted outline.

With a sweep of his left hand, Lynn tugged aside a section of the blanket.

The pale woman's form beneath sprang into view.

Her skin resembled fresh snow, glowing alluringly under the oil lamp's dim illumination, so tender it seemed to yield like liquid.

The seductive contours faced away, flowing from smooth shoulders into an ideal curve.

A slender waist graspable in one hand contrasted sharply with full, rounded hips.

Lynn's brows lifted involuntarily.

After these days together, Janet had grown more attuned.

Even sans instructions, readying to warm his bed.

She'd taken the initiative to enter his chamber.

Lynn shifted onto the grand bed.

He repositioned himself, easing down gently next to Janet.

After drawing the blanket back over.

Without pause, he extended his arms, encircling the waist of the form nearby.

Maybe from prolonged slumber, Janet's body burned with heat.

Sensing that warmth, Lynn slid his right hand onto Janet’s belly, caressing softly.

Over the sleek, flawless midriff devoid of any extra, he slid upward to that prominent swell.

As Lynn's palm pressed lightly.

Faint murmurs like humming insects softly emerged.

Bit by bit.

Lynn's strokes grew bolder.

Shortly after.

Lynn's right hand trailed down from the peaked mound, gliding slowly past the smooth belly, pressing onward.

Noticing the evident shifts in the body ahead.

Lynn wasted no time, shifting to overlay it.

Suddenly, a sharp cry of pain pierced the air.

At this strange voice, coupled with the odd tactile feedback.

Lynn realized instantly.

With a swift arm twist, he flipped the back-turned body around.

Beneath the bedroom wall's faint oil lamp glow, Lynn at last discerned the woman's features plainly.

This woman was no Janet Frank!

It was plainly Kari Brown!

Right then, Lynn felt his mind on the verge of bursting.

He had told Janet to bathe the intoxicated, slumbering Kari and tuck her into a guest room.

Janet had instead delivered the bathed Kari straight to his quarters?

No surprise Kari's form radiated such intense heat.

Drunkards naturally run feverish, right?

Perhaps detecting the physical alterations, Kari clearly stirred from her doze.

She parted her bleary eyes, staring at Lynn kneeling across from her.

Still hazy from the alcohol haze.

Her languid gaze brimmed with bewilderment and doubt.

"Master Lynn..."

Before Kari finished, Lynn hastened to clarify: "Miss Kari, I, Lynn, vow upon my life, it was absolutely not..."

Lynn’s words got abruptly interrupted.

On the spacious bed, Kari propped herself up from her reclining position.

She sank to her knees atop the mattress, her arms stretching out to encircle Lynn’s neck.

Her cheeks glowing crimson, her face darted swiftly toward Lynn.

Only two seconds elapsed.

Lynn sensed Kari’s soft, warm, and damp lips pressing firmly against his.

The quick breaths rushing from Kari’s nostrils echoed sharply in Lynn’s ears.

Every breath she drew carried a heavy nasal timbre...

The plush warmth of Kari’s body squeezed tightly against Lynn’s chest.