021: The Young Lady’s Lap Pillow Service, Fulfilled Together with Wendy

There was no denying it: Freya was the most beautiful woman Li Cha had ever seen. If only she were a bit gentler, in Li Cha’s previous life, she could easily have been the ideal woman. Beauty was one thing, but her figure was equally impressive. The blend of noble and military aura she carried made it irresistibly tempting to conquer her.

For a man to conquer a woman was as natural as the sky above.

Take this moment, for instance.

Freya lay beside Li Cha, her time now sold to the system by him.

Three silver coins credited.

The forty copper coins spent that afternoon now seemed like mere drops in the rain.

The key point was this:

Li Cha had just declared he would repay Freya’s personal vendettas with interest, yet she still dared to strike a deal with him.

That took a lot of confidence.

Had Freya secretly worn a resurrection charm?

Li Cha pulled open her coat and glanced inside.

“No,” he confirmed.

Her inner garments were as ordinary as could be.

At the same time, Li Cha was certain of one thing: Freya was no trickster; her ample bosom was genuinely substantial.

He observed her reaction.

No response.

Freya seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Li Cha raised his hand and gave her a sharp slap on the buttocks.

“Smack!”

Freya’s brow furrowed slightly but that was all.

Her two hours of time had been forcibly taken.

Unless she died, she would remain in this state until the transaction ended.

Li Cha rested his foot on Freya’s body and pondered: “Should I do something even more outrageous?”

For example... “Give her a few taps on the head?”

Li Cha nearly fell apart the last time she had tormented him; one slap was barely anything. Tapping her head would be pushing it too far.

He still vividly remembered Mrs. Mary in her bright red dress and black high heels.

That was Freya in disguise.

In the following encounters, Li Cha noticed a pattern: Freya disliked bare legs.

She either wore long pants or pantyhose, never bare-legged with a skirt.

Keep in mind, it was summer, and the weather was scorching.

Whether for formal or casual occasions, Freya was always like this, confirming it was her preference.

Lifting her skirt,

Sure enough,

Black silk pantyhose.

The sleek, straight, mysterious black stretched between her long legs, reaching down to her ankle boots.

The epitome of elegance, breathtaking to behold.

The simplest punishment would be to take her right then and there.

But then Li Cha would be doomed.

Freya was confident he wouldn’t dare, hence her generosity in letting him sleep.

Li Cha yawned. “Damn, I’m tired too.”

The last time he pushed himself so hard was during the physical test for the college entrance exam in his previous life.

Crossing the plank bridge like a thousand troops, you had to go all out.

At this moment, Li Cha had completely relaxed; the stamina he had purchased was long gone.

The overwhelming fatigue and drowsiness were like a raging flood, impossible to resist.

...

8 p.m.

Freya woke promptly from her slumber, feeling completely refreshed.

Though her dreams were bizarre, two hours of deep sleep had not only relaxed her body but inexplicably eased some of her inner tension.

Overall, it was quite good.

Suddenly,

Freya frowned. Something heavy was on her thigh.

Looking down, she saw a head resting there, saliva trickling from the corner of the mouth, soaking her black silk pantyhose.

“Hah, I really wore him out today.”

Freya had intended to kick the impudent man away, but in the end, she did not.

She sat a while longer, then gently pushed with a bit of force, sending Li Cha back to his own sofa.

Afterward, she found a thin blanket and covered him before leaving.

Li Cha only awoke more than forty minutes later.

He opened his eyes groggily, startled to find darkness all around and a blanket over him. Within ten seconds, three waves of mental storms hit him.

Nothing exploded; he quietly slipped away.

Good grief, he actually dared to fall asleep beside a female tyrannosaur?

Li Cha had even slapped her butt.

But since nothing happened to him, it meant those little moves wouldn’t affect the transaction.

Back home, Li Cha collapsed straight into bed.

No choice; the toll from the overexertion that afternoon couldn’t be made up in just an hour or two.

He still needed sleep—at least ten hours.

And don’t forget, tomorrow Li Cha had to undergo rookie training with Freya.

...

The next day, Thursday, the penultimate workday.

After waking, Li Cha devoured three large slices of white bread and at least half a pound of meat patties.

Only then did he feel truly alive again.

Donning his white coat, Dr. Li Cha was back in business.

Military Intelligence planned to develop Charlie’s Psychological Clinic into a new base, and Li Cha was determined to make it his livelihood, expanding and strengthening it.

“Ding-ling-ling,”

The doorbell rang; a visitor.

Dr. Li Cha’s spirits lifted, only to find it was a familiar face.

Wendy, a girl from the Old Shock Tavern.

“Miss Wendy, is Madam Mary looking for me?” Li Cha asked.

Today, Wendy wore a simple dress and a ponytail, but her proud chin remained raised.

She said, “It’s nothing to do with my godmother. I came for you.”

Li Cha smiled. “Alright, no problem. If Miss Wendy has any business to introduce, that would be even better.”

Wendy replied, “I have no business and didn’t bring much money. I came because you kept your promise, so I’m here to fulfill mine.”

A promise?

Wendy had told Li Cha to stay away from the Old Shock Tavern. If he missed women, she would be there for him, free of charge.

Li Cha hadn’t gone to the tavern last night, so Wendy believed he had kept his promise.

After finishing her morning chores, she came to fulfill her part.

Li Cha: ???

The girl puffed out her full chest, utterly unflustered.

But with just one glance, Li Cha knew there was padding inside.

He and Wendy weren’t strangers.

He had even carried her before.

Up close, the girl’s assets were undeniable.

Trying to fool Dr. Li Cha was a joke.

So Li Cha threw her a mop and pointed upstairs and downstairs. “Clean my place first.”

Wendy looked at the cleaning supplies in hand and protested, “I didn’t come here to do this!”

Li Cha said, “You came to sleep with me, right?”

The girl answered, “Yes.”

“Well, it’s daytime. What if I don’t want to sleep?”

“Then I’ll leave first and come back tonight.”

“You won’t be able to get out at night.”

“...”

The tavern’s business was mainly at night.

Even though the Old Shock Tavern was small, Madam Mary couldn’t handle it all alone.

Li Cha tossed her a rag. “If you’re here, you follow my rules. Clean both the clinic and my upstairs apartment. Wash the clothes and polish my leather shoes.”

Wendy: “!!!”

He was treating her like a servant.

Ridiculous!

Wendy wanted to run.

Too late.

Li Cha couldn’t beat her mother, but could he lose to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl?

Before long,

Wendy found herself pressed on his lap and given a spanking.

The girl protested.

So he continued.

After a dozen or so slaps, Wendy decisively gave in. “Okay, okay, stop hitting me. I’ll do it, I will.”