System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 932 - 281: No Mercy in Judgment

Even though the body on the bed was turned away from him and partially concealed by a thin quilt,

its curves and form were enough for him to instantly recognize Janet Frank.

Lynn's eyebrows lifted almost imperceptibly.

This time, he hadn't requested Janet's usual massage or for her to warm his bed.

Yet, as if by ingrained habit, she had still found her way to his large bed.

Lynn approached with deliberate steps.

Perhaps it was the sound of his footsteps that stirred Janet from her sleep on the expansive bed.

Or possibly, she had been waiting for him, her vigil ending only in slumber.

As he drew nearer to the bed,

Janet's slender waist, gracefully arched as she lay, shifted subtly.

Without her noticing, the thin quilt slipped further, revealing more of her form.

Her smooth, fair shoulders and the elegant line of her spine came into view.

Lynn’s gaze drifted slowly down the delicate curve of her spine.

That alluring expanse of fair skin stood in stark contrast to the narrowness of her waist,

creating a captivating outline.

Her long, slender legs had unconsciously shifted, crossing over each other to enhance her comfort in repose.

She remained oblivious to the intimate scenery now subtly exposed before Lynn.

As Lynn continued his advance,

Janet stirred with a soft murmur, her body adjusting slightly.

She turned from her position away from him to face him directly.

The gentle swell of her chest, now facing him, immediately caught Lynn’s eye.

The luscious fair curves, the impossibly slim waist, the flat abdomen hinting at toned muscles...

If not for the soft, even breathing indicative of deep sleep escaping Janet's lips,

Lynn might have suspected she had staged the entire scene intentionally!

Yet.

Whether her revealing posture was accidental or deliberate made no difference to him.

He moved his feet, settling onto the edge of the grand bed, and turned his body to lie down.

Simultaneously, his right arm extended, encircling Janet’s waist.

A comforting warmth immediately enveloped his hand.

Perhaps sensing his embrace, two soft, dreamlike sounds escaped Janet's lips once more.

Gazing at her serene countenance nearby, her perfectly shaped lips tinged with pink, her eyes gently closed...

Lynn’s own lips curved into a subtle smile.

Meanwhile, his right hand, which had been resting around her waist, began a slow, deliberate journey upwards.

Moving from her waist over her flat stomach, it continued its ascent.

Soon.

It reached the soft curve of her breast.

As his hand made its move, he noticed the faintest quiver beneath Janet’s tightly shut eyelids.

Her eyes, concealed beneath the lids, shifted, and her long lashes trembled slightly.

The moment Lynn’s fingers grasped gently, Janet’s languid eyes fluttered open.

She looked towards Lynn’s face, now close to hers.

Possibly still disoriented from sleep, her gaze was clouded with confusion.

...

Feeling the strange sensations on her body, Janet gradually returned to full awareness.

Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth, attempting to speak.

But Lynn granted her no opportunity.

His face drew nearer, pressing against Janet’s soft, rosy lips.

As Lynn deepened his exploration,

Janet softly closed her eyes once more.

Allowing Lynn’s hand to continue its tentative exploration.

Seeing her eyes close again, but due to the building tension,

the trembling of her lashes intensified.

An involuntary smile bloomed in Lynn’s heart.

A short while later.

Lynn shifted his arm, positioning Janet fully before him.

With a movement of both arms, he drew up his knees, sitting up straighter.

In Janet’s dazed eyes, after a tender, searching touch,

Lynn’s body suddenly pressed closer to hers.

...

The deep night settled further over the city.

A mist, carrying the scent of damp earth and brine, blanketed the surface of the Seine River.

A sudden gust of wind carried this vaporous veil towards Spirit Reef Port, where numerous ships lay anchored.

Despite the sturdy ropes tethering them to the shore, acting as both guides and anchors,

the vessels continued to sway and pitch uncontrollably under the river's relentless currents and impacts.

Adding to the scene,

the navigational and illumination lamps atop the ship masts flickered erratically in the night breeze.

Though the hour was late, well past midnight,

it did not dampen the fervent activity of the workers unlading cargo at the docks.

Sacks slung over their shoulders, their footsteps echoed a constant ‘creak’ across the wooden planks serving as thoroughfares.

They occupied the lowest rung of the social ladder at Spirit Reef Port.

To earn a meager sum, just enough to provide their families back home with a basic meal,

they had no alternative but to toil at the port late into the night, selling their physical labor.

In stark contrast stood their employers, the traveling merchants.

Before darkness had fully descended, they had already sought refuge in the city’s brothels.

Now, they lay indulging themselves, entertained by voluptuous women in the pleasure houses.

Upon the imposing city walls of Spirit Reef Port,

a man clad in black leather armor ascended the stairs, reaching the ramparts.

Danke, who was diligently overseeing the soldiers on watch, heard the approaching footsteps and turned.

As the flickering flames from a nearby brazier illuminated the man’s face,

Danke hastily concluded his conversation with the guards and hastened towards the newcomer.

Upon reaching him, Danke inclined his body slightly, speaking with deference, "Sir, what brings you to the walls?"