Chapter 26: The Initiative

At this time, Fulade had not left, but was hidden in the jungle, quietly observing the nymph's movements.

When he observed a fleeting look of disappointment flash through the nymph's eyes because of his departure, Fulade knew that this matter was already in the bag!

And next, all he needed to do was continuously deepen his impression in the nymph's heart.

The night of the second day.

Same time, same place.

The moment Fulade's moving singing voice rang out, the nymph who had been sleeping at the bottom of the lake instantly awoke from the lake.

A look of visible delight appeared on her enchanting face, much like a naive young girl awakening to love, and at flying speed she came again to that branch, hiding there and secretly listening.

Only unlike the last time, this time the nymph did not wholeheartedly listen to that moving song, but lay prone there, dividing a portion of her attention to quietly scrutinize the man on the lakeshore who had brought her a trace of heart-fluttering feeling.

Along with the beautiful and moving song, the nymph could not help but hum along, twisting her taut waist beneath the water while her burning gaze also fell upon Fulade's face.

The song ended, and the man left again.

The Jibalo Nymph watched blankly at the receding figure of the man, a trace of sorrow and anticipation for tomorrow flashing through her eyes.

"Tomorrow, will he still come!?"

Third day.

Fourth day.

Over the course of several consecutive days, the two seemed to have formed a certain tacit understanding; whenever night fell and the singing voice rang out, the nymph would dutifully come behind the branch and quietly listen to Fulade's singing.

Sometimes, even before Fulade arrived, the nymph would already be waiting there early with eager anticipation.

Until the same night a week later, the nymph came behind the branch full of expectation, quietly beginning to wait for Fulade's figure.

In just a few short days, she had already formed this habit, something she could never have imagined before.

The nymph quietly rested her little head on the branch, much like a young girl waiting for her secret crush to arrive.

Her large eyes were completely filled with anticipation and longing for Fulade's imminent arrival.

She even fantasized in her heart that when Fulade arrived, she would dance gracefully to his magnetic singing voice and come before him to express her deep love.

Only, the nymph knew that this was just her unrealistic fantasy.

She was afraid, afraid that her appearance would frighten Fulade; she knew how different she was.

Similarly, she was also afraid, afraid that Fulade would be like everyone else, only interested in the jewels on her body.

So much so that the nymph now felt a trace of timidity in her heart, only daring to hide in the shadows and secretly observe Fulade to obtain spiritual solace.

As the moonlight shifted and time passed, the nymph who had been full of anticipation and quietly waiting for Fulade's figure finally showed a trace of panic in her eyes.

"He, why hasn't he come yet."

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"Was he delayed by something."

"Mm, it must be so."

The nymph muttered to herself, constantly comforting and reassuring her sensitive heart at this moment.

However, as time continued to pass, the sun rose.

The nymph who had lain prone on the branch waiting for an entire night saw her once hopeful heart plunge to rock bottom along with the setting of the moon, and a hazy mist of water finally could not help but seep from her eyes.

At this time, Fulade had arrived at a small town called Aogesiboge.

After Ailina and Malisika tracked down the Witch Famic's hideout, Fulade changed his plan and came here.

The reason for the change was that Fulade astutely noticed that although the Jibalo Nymph was full of favorable feelings toward him, or rather, liked him, she seemed to have reservations and had never dared to show herself to him.

This was not something within his plan.

One must know that in Love Death Machine, the Jibalo Nymph was extremely proactive.

So much so that Fulade could only temporarily change his plan and come to this small town first.

At the same time, it was also to leave the Jibalo Nymph hanging for a bit, forcing her to make a change, otherwise he truly had no idea how long the stalemate would last.

As for why Fulade did not take the initiative to strike.

Heh, because Fulade could not guarantee that he could fully suppress his desires under the Jibalo Nymph's spiritual enticement test without revealing the slightest trace.

As the saying goes, the offensive and defensive positions can be reversed, so the initiative must be held in his own hands to feel at ease.

"Boom!!"

A bolt of blue lightning suddenly brushed past Fulade's ear and struck the rock wall behind him, creating a massive tremor.

He turned his head to glance at the enormous crater on the stone wall behind him, along with the several cracks radiating from it.

"Heh, not bad strength," Fulade remarked with clicks of admiration.

Then Fulade turned to look in the direction the lightning had come from.

Before him stood a tall, full-figured woman wearing a black long dress with a layer of black leather armor over it; on her slender, shapely calves were a pair of black short-heeled leather boots, accentuating the straightness and slenderness of her legs.

Beneath her black shoulder-length hair was a pair of deep eyes and well-defined features, possessing quite the alluring charm of a mature woman.

The woman before Fulade's eyes was the Witch: Famic.

At this moment, the Witch Famic held a Magic Short Wand inlaid with a red gemstone, looking at the man who had suddenly intruded into her territory with an astonished face.

The reason for her astonishment was entirely because her meticulously planned, surprise attack had been effortlessly dodged by the other party with just a slight tilt of his head.

Such a casual and effortless scene had truly shocked her.

"Heh, Famic, that wasn't very sporting of you."

"My lord, that just now was an accident, do you believe it?" the Witch Famic gave an embarrassed smile.

Meanwhile, in Famic's heart, she had long since started cursing up a storm.

You suddenly barge into my dwelling and then directly demand that I submit to you, of course I'm going to resist!

"Then tell me, should I believe it or not?" Fulade asked with a half-smile.

He was rather curious to see what kind of splendid performance this ruthless Dark Witch from the Witch Hunters would put on next.

That's right, by the time Fulade arrived here, he had already confirmed Witch Famic and exactly which film/TV world she came from.

Only see Witch Famic twisting her willowy waist, lightly biting her full lips, with a bashful expression walking toward Fulade.

At the same time she said, "I wasn't too nervous just now, really not intentional."

"Moreover, you suddenly barged in without even saying hello, I was scared too."

While speaking, Famic had already swayed her willowy waist, twisted her plump buttocks, come to Fulade's front, a pair of delicate, slender fingers quietly rested on Fulade's broad chest, began to slowly wander.

Between her expressions lay a hint of shyness, a hint of allure, her eyes contained astonishing charm, her snow-white teeth continually lightly biting her luscious red lips, as if sending out a request for intimacy.

At this moment, Famic could be said to have instantly maximized the mature woman's flirtatious charm.

Fulade looked at the figure before him, whose upper body completely pressed against his own, the plump fullness continually pressing against his chest, the soft waist below the plump buttocks raised high, continually swaying Famic.

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