NOVPUBIn the room, rugged breaths and sensual moans echoed back and forth in the darkness.
Daniel, like a savage beast, relentlessly pursued his urges, while Rachel, blushing with intoxicating redness, responded like a coy maiden.
They melded together, indulging in the joy of their passionate union.
At this moment, they were unbound by morality or ethics.
They seemed like the perfect couple in this world, drawing pleasure from each other without any inhibitions.
No one knew how much time had passed - whether stars had fallen or the sun had risen - before their frenzy gradually subsided.
The primal lust slowly receded from their bodies, and they fell into a deep sleep amidst the lingering scent of their hormones and sweat.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, the sleep sweet and deep.
By the time they woke up, it was late in the morning.
Daniel opened his eyes slowly, Rachel still slumbering in his arms.
He studied Rachel’s face carefully, her skin was as white as snow, with a hint of cute rosiness.
Her long eyelashes twitched gently, her lips shimmered with a moist gloss, rippling with a sweet smile - she must be immersed in a pleasant dream.
The room was filled with a quiet, sweet ambiance, and time seemed to have slowed down considerably.
If Sophie were also lying in his arms at this moment, it wouldn’t matter if time stood still forever.
At the thought of that scene, a smile inevitably crept up on Daniel’s lips.
Rachel, with her eyes gently closed, slowly opened them.
Seeing Daniel’s wide eyes, her cheeks instantly reddened, becoming a vibrant shade of pink.
She quickly closed her eyes again to escape the awkward vibe.
Daniel chuckled, pulled up the covers to tuck Rachel in, then slipped in himself.
Rachel, noticing the movement, slightly opened her eyes, not yet aware of what was happening.
Then, an indescribable feeling of satisfaction emanated from her lower body.
"Oh my gosh, Daniel, we can’t go on, I can’t take it anymore!" But Daniel in the quilt didn’t listen and continued his movements.
Her ultimate desire erupted again, and Rachel cast all shame to the back of her mind, turning over to pin Daniel under her.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a glow on Rachel’s fair pink skin.
Her eyebrows and eyes were enchantingly attractive, and her hips sat comfortably on Daniel, moving back and forth.
With the assistance of their natural lubrication, he slid easily into her.
Once again, the room was filled with impassioned moans.
It wasn’t until the afternoon that the two emerged from the room.
Rachel walked with a limp, glaring at Daniel with a reproachful look.
"Jerk, have you never heard of cherishing a woman’s delicate nature?"
She complained, "With you wearing me out like this, how am I supposed to go to work?"
Daniel picked up Rachel lovingly, walking her over to the couch.
"My dear, why don’t you just take the day off? Half the day is already gone. Why don’t we stay home and try out some more exciting positions?"
Rachel lightly slapped Daniel’s chest, blushing and irritated. "You jerk! If we go again, my legs will be useless. Don’t even think about touching me for a month!"
Daniel held Rachel, looking utterly wronged. "But what about my little Daniel? He’s going to miss your little Rachel."
Rachel laughed in annoyance. "Get lost, you can go find Soph."
With that, Rachel stood up, her mood evidently changed. Daniel grabbed Rachel’s hand, pulling her into his embrace. "My love, don’t worry, I’ll go talk to Soph."
Rachel shuddered, her voice low. "And what are you going to say?"
"That even though I knew you were her boyfriend, I still seduced you into bed with me?"
"But..." Daniel’s words were cut off before he could finish.
Rachel stared at him directly. "Soph might say that, but how do you know that’s what she really feels?"
Daniel was taken aback.
He had indeed wanted to use Sophia’s open-mindedness to comfort Rachel, but Rachel’s words made him rethink.
Sophia might seem careless and heartless, as if she could accept anything. 𝓃𝓸𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
But maybe, people like her are the ones with the most delicate inner world.
Rachel continued, "No woman wants a fickle man."
A bitter smile spread across her face, "But I happened to meet you. From the moment I saw you, my heart was no longer mine."
"If only I could have met you sooner."
Rachel finished, then went back to her room and locked the door.
Daniel felt a bit helpless.
He didn’t want to be seen as a flirtatious man, but seeing Rachel’s emotional turmoil, his heart ached.
He didn’t know when he had fallen in love with Rachel, just like he loved Sophia.
Daniel didn’t know what to do. He went to the door and gently knocked, "Rachel."
Rachel’s sobbing voice came from the room, "Leave me alone for now. Let me be quiet for a while!"
Daniel stopped his attempt to open the door and walked into the living room to sit down.
The vibe became awkward instantly, and regret filled the air in the wake of the impulse.
Daniel pulled out his phone and opened a chat window with Sophia. "What are you doing?" He sent the message.
As he was about to type another message, he noticed a flash of light on his phone screen that quickly disappeared.
Daniel furrowed his brow, feeling that something was off.
With his top-tier firearm skills, he quickly realized it was the reflection of a lens, and the fleeting glimpse suggested it was intentional.
Daniel didn’t rush to look back.
Instead, he calmly got up from the sofa, casually walked to the kitchen, and poured himself a glass of water. His demeanor was nothing but nonchalant.
Meanwhile, across from Rachel’s apartment building, a man in all black was standing on the edge of a building over a hundred meters high.
In his hands, he held a sniper rifle, seemingly hiding from something.
After a moment, he woke up with a start.
He realized he was just overthinking. He was nothing but a nouveau riche, how could he possibly detect him just by a reflection.
He slowly got up, re-aimed the sniper rifle, and continued his observation through the scope.
Seeing Daniel’s relaxed demeanor, he calmed down.
Indeed, he was overthinking. The other party had no counter-detection capability at all.
He continued aiming the gun, but found that the target had disappeared.
Went back into the room again?
The assassin was a bit annoyed. If he had known, he would have blasted him with a single shot earlier.
He had been lying here for a while, and finally waited until the man came out of the room, but he went back in such a short time.
Does this guy have such a strong sexual desire?
Even Ted couldn’t compare to him.
The assassin could only continue to wait, after all, this was his job.
To outsiders, being an assassin seems impressive and cool, killing without a trace and leaving no traces of the corpse.
In fact, the main job is to lie in ambush waiting for the target to appear. The better ones are just a bit boring, the tougher ones can’t even move, with no food or drink, and even need to pee in their pants.
If it weren’t for the decent compensation, he would rather change his job and set up a stall.
The assassin sighed and continued to look through the scope.
Suddenly, he had a strong sense of danger!
He unobtrusively took out the dagger tucked in his chest pouch and quickly turned around to stab behind him.
Daniel didn’t expect the other party to actually detect him. Fortunately, his reaction was fast enough to easily dodge the attack.
He didn’t kill the assassin because he wanted to capture him alive for questioning.
The assassin was stunned.
Isn’t this the very target he’s supposed to kill?!
Wasn’t he supposed to be back in the room doing the deed?
How did he suddenly appear behind him?!
The assassin held his dagger, watching Daniel warily: "Who are you really?"
He thought the other party hadn’t noticed him, but not only did he notice, he quickly found him.
With such counter-detection ability, who would believe that he was just an ordinary person!
Daniel shrugged: "I’m just an ordinary guy, but who sent you to kill me?"
First, there were a bunch of gunmen, and now it’s escalated to a sniper who’s skilled with a sniper rifle.
Who on earth did he upset?
The assassin smiled coldly: "God will tell you!"
Having said that, the assassin charged at him, slashing his dagger at Daniel.
Under the sunlight, the dagger shone with a cold light, like a deadly serpent attacking continuously, and any successful hit would be a fatal injury.
Daniel retreated continuously, his reflexes exponentially heightened.
The assassin’s attack was fierce, but he couldn’t get near Daniel at all.
Daniel deliberately taunted the assassin: "These days it seems that any Tom, Dick, or Harry can become an assassin."
Holding a sharp dagger yet unable to harm an unarmed man, the assassin felt insulted.
His face twisted to the extreme, his eyes flashing with a cold brutality.
The speed of the dagger attack sped up a bit, like a poisonous snake striking, each attack deadly.
But in Daniel’s eyes, this speed was like it had been slowed down, he could even clearly predict the trajectory of each slash and easily evade it.
Daniel seized the opportunity during the assassin’s attack, and delivered a fierce punch straight to the assassin’s vitals.
The attacker didn’t see it coming.
The previously elusive target had suddenly initiated an assault.
Caught off guard, the hitman could only watch in horror as the fist, which appeared as large as a sandbag, crashed into his face.
