In the bed, Luna rubbed her belly with the back of her hand, then couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, her pretty face filled with confusion.
She felt like she was becoming strange, as if she was back to the time when she was bullied by Harry during the day. The strong desire made her unable to help but continue to rub her lower abdomen gently with the back of her hand.
"Hiss~" The moment she touched the signature area, she took a breath of cold air, her body trembled slightly, and she felt inexplicably comfortable. She hesitated for a moment, closed her eyes, and continued to rub her lower abdomen with the back of her hand.
"Hmm..." As she rubbed, the girl hummed a sound. She was no longer satisfied with rubbing with the back of her hand, but instead directly covered the itchy area with her palm and began to rub it gently.
"Oh... so comfortable."
The girl bit her lips slightly, her eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes were trembling with nervousness. Her hands became stronger and stronger, and her speed became faster and faster. For some reason, she thought of Harry's appearance in her mind.
For a moment, Luna's breathing became disordered. She curled up in the quilt, and the palm of her hand placed on her lower abdomen moved lower and lower, and finally seemed to enter an unknown area and touched her soft spot. Her mind suddenly went blank, and a warm current seemed to surge out of her body.
The girl's body suddenly stiffened, and after a long while, she collapsed. She lay weakly in the quilt with her seductive little mouth open, gasping for breath, her cheeks flushed.
After resting for a while, Luna gradually came back to her senses and felt her palms were hot and wet, and it seemed that her panties were also wet. She was dumbfounded for a moment.
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"Today's scumbag level: Excellent."
"Reward: 200 scum points."
"Currently remaining scum points: 200."
"Comment: A scumbag with some achievements."
It was past midnight and Harry did not wait for Irene to arrive, but went straight to the settlement process.
His scumbag performance today was outstanding, but it was a stretch to say that since he only scumbaged Luna, he was only awarded 200 scumbag points.
Harry originally thought that Irene would come to see him in the evening, so he could do something with her then, so he kept waiting, but he miscalculated.
Although he realized that Irene might not come after ten o'clock in the evening, in order to maintain his image, he could not take the initiative to find her and could only wait until tomorrow.
After a good sleep, Harry opened his eyes at dawn and saw a system prompt pop up.
"You were stood up yesterday, and you were upset, so you decided to take revenge on the other party today."
"Route 1: Continue to patiently wait for the other party to come to you, and then put on a wonderful scumbag show. You pretend to be frustrated and tell the other party: Yesterday, the girl you secretly love came to your house. You confessed your love to each other, kissed, and touched each other's body. But when the girl you secretly love put her hand on your lower body, you couldn't get up. The reason is that after your intimate contact with Irene, you have lost your feeling for the tender body of a girl, and are only interested in the delicate body of a mature wife."
"Route 2: Take the initiative and break into the other party's home. Enter his wife's room in front of Cain and lock the door. You train Irene in the room and let Cain listen to your voices outside the door."
Harry was a little surprised. This system prompt seemed to be related to his mood. He waited for Irene for a whole day yesterday, so he couldn't help feeling a little depressed. As a result, the system released the task in the morning.
Revenge?
Seeing the specific task content and the two choices of Route One and Route Two, Harry couldn't help but sigh at the abnormality of the system.
Let's not talk about route two for now, it's too brutal and Harry doesn't plan to choose it. Route one is simply a trap set for Irene. I just don't know how the other party will deal with this situation.
After Harry made his choice, he got up, washed up, and simply cooked some noodles. After eating, he sat down and began to rehearse.
The difficulty of this mission lies in his performance, whether he can fool Irene. After all, the other party is an adult and has social work experience. He is not so easy to fool.
However, Harry recalled his contact with Irene in the past two days and felt that the problem was not very big. The most important thing was that he had successfully created the image of a simple student. As long as his acting skills were not too bad, Irene would not doubt him.
While Irene was not here yet, Harry went to the bathroom and practiced in front of the mirror.
His beard had grown a little, but he didn't shave it off, and he messed up his hair, making himself look decadent.
Then Harry went to the refrigerator and took out an onion that Luna had bought yesterday, and went to the kitchen to cut the onion, deliberately making his eyes red.
It was almost noon when the doorbell rang. Harry threw the chopped onions into the trash can, walked over with a depressed look on his face and opened the door.
It was Irene who was outside the door. She was holding an insulated box in her hand. She was shocked to see Harry's depressed look and asked with concern, "Harry, why do you look so bad? Are you sick?"
Harry forced a smile: "I'm fine, Sister Irene, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Irene noticed that his eyes were red, as if he had just cried, and she couldn't help but become even more worried. She said, "I cooked some food and brought it to you. I guess you haven't eaten yet."
Harry noticed that the door behind her was open a crack, which must be Cain's eavesdropping. He hesitated and said, "Sister Irene, I'm not hungry yet."
"Let's go in first." Irene was worried about his condition, and with Cain watching her from behind, she chose to go in by herself.
Harry sighed helplessly and closed the door.
After closing the door and blocking Cain's prying eyes, Irene felt much more relaxed. She asked Harry with concern: "Harry, did you cry? Did something happen?"
Harry looked gloomy and shook his head: "I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well."
"Do your eyes get red if you don't sleep well? You look like you've been crying. Can't you tell your sister what happened?"
Irene spoke gently, her tone like an older sister next door comforting an injured and crying child.
Harry hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head: "I'm really fine."
Irene was a little anxious, but she remained calm and said more gently, "We are partners now. We should help each other when we have difficulties. And Harry, you have helped me so much. Now you are like this and I don't know anything. I will be very sad."
Harry hesitated for a moment, then suddenly sighed, as if he was convinced by her. He lowered his head and said in a very depressed tone: "The girl I had a crush on came to see me yesterday."
Irene recalled the girl from yesterday and asked softly, "Is it related to that girl?"
Harry's face suddenly became depressed, and his mood was unusually low, "Well, we confessed to each other yesterday."
"Isn't this a good thing?" Irene wondered. Their confession of love to each other proved that they liked each other. Why would Harry be sad?
"It was a good thing indeed. I was really happy at that time. I finally got her."
Harry looked dazed and said blankly, "After we expressed our feelings to each other, I started to kiss her excitedly, and she took the initiative to respond to me. We also touched each other's bodies. Both of us were very excited and entangled with each other."
Hearing this, Irene's ears became hot. She had never done such a thing, but in order to comfort Harry, she had to play the role of a parent and asked with shame, "Then what?"