101: match

Locke felt that he was influenced by his predecessor's uninhibited personality, which was why he acted this way.

After all, his predecessor was a ruthless person who managed to bring dozens of female neighbors on Iron Cross Street, from young maidens to married women, all under his wing.

Therefore, Locke firmly believed this was definitely not because he was inherently lustful.

Absolutely not!

When Erica noticed Locke's gaze lingering on her chest, a smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she cooperated by puffing out her chest.

At the same time, she reached out and tugged at her collar, ensuring Locke would have the best possible view.

Thus, under their unspoken understanding,

the atmosphere between them gradually became thick and ambiguous.

"Lord Locke, how is it? Do I look good?"

Erica looked up, her eyes somewhat hazy, gazing at Locke and asking foolishly.

Locke's gaze didn't move an inch; he stared intently, then calmly nodded, giving an impartial evaluation:

"Good-looking, very good-looking. Simply fair, large, and beautiful."

He said this without any shame, and no hint of shyness could be seen on his face.

"Then..." Erica's breathing quickened slightly, and the 'headlights' on her chest rose and fell continuously.

"Then, do you want to touch them?"

"Can I really touch them?"

Erica's eyes flickered, staring intently into Locke's eyes, her voice serious and soft as she exhaled: "My lord, please feel free. I'm not joking; you should know my feelings for you."

Her voice, reaching Locke's ears, sounded sticky and very alluring.

Although Erica's face was still the Vampire's characteristic pale white, Locke noticed that her ears were already blushing like rubies.

At this,

Locke was immediately aroused by her alluring state, stirring the instincts hidden deep in his brain.

After all, Expert-level Mating was no joke; it was practically a skill etched into Locke's muscle memory.

He nodded,

Locke couldn't help but swallow, then, as if by a ghost's prompting, reached out towards Erica's 'headlights'.

It seemed he had no intention of refusing.

After all, he had originally called Erica out to discuss related matters.

He just hadn't expected Erica to be so bold, inviting him to do something fun even while they were still in the hallway.

Erica's invitation was also sincere, so she didn't back down when Locke reached out.

Instead, she trembled and closed her eyes, allowing Locke to perform his 'hand magic'.

Her expression was a mix of fear and anticipation.

"Lord Locke, please be gentle."

"Hoo... Don't worry, I know."

Locke's expression was calm, his gaze intensely fixed on the 'spheres' in front of his hands, his concentration absolute.

His entire breathing was unconsciously held due to his intense focus.

No sooner said than done,

in just one or two breaths,

his large hands covered the 'headlights'.

The moment he touched them,

Locke felt as if he could hear his own strong heartbeat.

"This... this 'headlight' feels so good! Is this still the 'light' I know?!"

Erica felt a scorching heat pressing tightly against her chest, causing her to let out a soft moan.

"Mmm-hmm..."

The intense masculine scent coming from Locke made her heart nearly leap out of her throat.

At this moment, their hearts seemed connected through their chests and arms,

their beating frequencies almost converging.

"Lo... Locke, don't just stand there."

Seeing that Locke merely placed his hands and made no further moves, Erica turned her face away and urged him somewhat anxiously.

"If you just leave them there, I'll get shy too..."

"Ahem, sorry, in a moment."

Reminded by her, Locke snapped out of the astonishing sensation and, following his body's instinct, began to massage them.

Gently gathering, slowly twisting, wiping, then plucking again.

These words had never been so vividly displayed by anyone as they were today.

Locke's grasp of force was extremely precise; his hands massaged Erica so pleasurably that she closed her eyes in enjoyment.

Her mouth slightly agape, occasionally letting out a soft moan or two.

Erica had never imagined a massage could be so comfortable. At this moment, she felt as if she were in heaven.

Locke's skillful technique reminded her of that dream-like illusion.

"Such a familiar feeling, as if I've been massaged by Lord Locke before..."

This thought made Erica wonder if she was hallucinating.

Little did she know that the dream she considered false was, in fact, something that had truly happened.

The two of them thus 'exchanged blows' in the dark corner of the hallway.

After a good while, Locke finally withdrew his hands with satisfaction. Looking at the blushing Erica, he nodded:

"Erica, thank you for the hospitality."

"What kind of relationship do we have? Why are you being so polite?"

Erica tugged at her slightly wrinkled clothes, then gave him a charming glare: "Oh, by the way, Lord Locke, what did you originally call me out to discuss?"

"Uh, I originally wanted to tell you that I would come find you later."

Locke had been so caught up in the fun that if Erica hadn't reminded him, he would have almost forgotten his original purpose.

"Later? Why can't it be now?"

"Now..." Locke pondered for a moment, then activated his Night Vision ability and looked around. After confirming that no one was around, he nodded: "Now is not impossible. Are you ready, Erica?"

"Here?" Erica clasped the hem of her clothes, her expression a mix of excitement and hesitation.

"Yes, right here. You don't want to?"

Locke spoke with conviction, not because he was particularly bold,

but mainly because he found that all the Vampires in the castle had been called away by Emilia for investigation.

Therefore, the entire hallway was empty except for the two of them.

Not to mention 'driving' here, even fighting wouldn't be known by anyone.

Erica licked her somewhat dry lips, then looked at Locke's determined gaze, hardened her resolve, and nodded in agreement.

"Here, right here. Then, Lord Locke, please be gentle with me."

"Don't worry, I will treat you very gently."

Saying this, Locke reached out, gently hooked Annika's chin, and then kissed her.

The two figures, illuminated by the moonlight, tightly intertwined until they finally merged into one.

Oh oh oh, G-d, D-mmit...