Ordinary people's impression of Assassin is probably that of the originator of the terrorist organization that appeared during the Crusades and was famous for his assassinations. People who are more knowledgeable may know that Assassin once scared the urine of the famous Arab hunk Saladin.

As for the literary and artistic young people, when they hear the name, they will probably think of four characters, Assassin's Creed...all kinds of parkour and coolness.

What about those ** young people?

I don't know, maybe it's because I'm not a young person... A little thing in my daily life proved that I'm not a young person. I felt better, but soon, I couldn't be happy anymore. Because

I found that the conversation between me and the female gangster was very different: "Have you ever killed a member of the Knights Templar?"

The latter said coquettishly: "I am a member of the Knights Templar myself. However, there is still a group of splintered pseudo-Knights Templar members active in the German region. If His Highness wants me to run all the way from here to Germany, I will do that.

There is nothing to say."

Okay, I can preliminarily confirm that I have not traveled to Assassin's Creed, and this so-called Assassin may be a prank of an ex.

"Why can't you get away from Assassin?"

"I've seen too many things that I shouldn't have seen, and I've known too many things that I shouldn't have known."

"I am the son of Caesar. My father will be the emperor of the empire in the future. If I ask Assassin for someone, how dare they not give it to me?" I disagree with the female gangster's doubts. She can't even get an assassin, so Caesar is cheap.

All for nothing.

"I can say nice things to comfort others, but I'm very happy."

"This is what we should be. Who told us to be friends?" I looked at her occupying a bed. "Okay, your report has arrived. You can leave my room. I have been tired all night and want to sleep.

Sleep."

"That's not possible. Caesar said he would never leave. I left this room and went somewhere. Besides, I was also very tired. I rushed here non-stop and waited for you in the room all night! I didn't expect that I just fell asleep.

You'll be here soon. If you want to sleep, I want to sleep too." The female gangster turned over and faced me with her round buttocks.

Tsk, this woman.

I left the room and went to the unused room next door. I lay on the bed, thought about it, rummaged for a piece of cloth, and then went downstairs to find someone to ask about the location of the bathroom.

Bathrooms are an indispensable thing for aristocratic buildings. Although the empire now does not build large public baths like classical Rome, allowing thousands or hundreds of people to bathe together, many people still build a small one at home that can accommodate several people.

The hot water baths were used for relaxation and entertainment. Bathrooms were built in many imperial administrative halls so that officials could discuss with each other while soaking.

Entering the bathroom, the large central bathing area in the middle can accommodate more than twenty people. Of course, there are also private rooms on one side. I looked at it and chose a private room.

I took off my clothes and walked down. The water temperature was extremely comfortable, and the warm water washed away the water. It was half a person's height in the pool, and it was very comfortable to lie on the sloping backrest, as if all the hard work of the night had been dispersed in the water temperature.

Not long after, the sound of walking came from the bathroom. I opened my eyelids and closed them again, but soon opened them again because the sound of walking stopped in front of my single room.

"Who's out there?"

If you are an assassin, your loaded flintlock pistol and bayonet sword are at your side, and you can reach them just by reaching out.

"What do you think?"

The voice of a female gangster!

What is she here for?

I narrowed my eyes and stared at the door of the single room, but saw the female gangster walking in carrying a pair of over-the-knee boots.

She whistled frivolously: "I haven't seen you in a few years and your muscles have become more developed. Before, you were still skinny and thin."

"Both and each other, you can look so curvy from the washboard. As a royal family, I can't be any different." It's not a big deal for a woman to see her upper body, but it is a bit indecent if it is spread out, "You

Have you come to the wrong place?"

"No, I said, I will protect your personal safety every step of the way." The female gangster turned her back to me, exposed her round buttocks, and bent down to put down her boots.

I blushed and moved my eyes away, and my lower body reacted a little: "Don't you know this is a men's bathroom?"

"I know."

"Then you're still coming in?"

The female hooligan half rolled up her hair and turned around. She chuckled, as if she was laughing at my ignorance: "It seems that Your Highness has a lot of things that you don't know."

I tilted my head and squinted, I wanted to see how ignorant I was!

Then, I couldn't help but hold my breath.

The female gangster started to take off her clothes!

The tightly laced bra was gently pulled off by her, and then it was the belt's turn. She took off her tight breeches with both hands, and she walked out.

The open-collar lace cuff lining and the tight-fitting white lace shorts are the only clothes left by the female gangster. With the lining worn, it looks like she is not wearing it, with pink buds faintly showing through, and the lace shorts are as thin as cicada wings, which is even more...

Her private parts can be vaguely seen through the lace, and the luxuriant grass shows through.

She has a slim body, long legs, and skin as delicate as white jade, which can be broken by blowing, very tempting.

Inside the lining, the pair of erect breasts seemed to be somewhat unable to be concealed, ready to come out.

Swallowing hard, I saw a scene that stunned me even more. The female gangster inadvertently exposed her eight-packed abdominal muscles. In an instant, I felt as if a sledgehammer had hit my brain. There was only one thought in my head.

:How did she practice it!?

“The water temperature is just right.”

I just paid attention and was shocked by the female gangster's abdominal muscles. After the female gangster spoke, I came back to my senses a little. At this time, I took off my lace shorts completely, lifted my breasts slightly, and stepped into the bathtub with a hidden beauty.

, nearly half of her legs that were spurting out blood and tempting were immersed in the water. After a few more steps, she would be completely submerged in the water.

"Why did you come in?"

The female hooligan stopped at this moment, holding her breasts with one hand, her eyes widened, as if I had done something contrary to common sense: "This is the case in noble families, could it be..."

The female hooligan tilted her head, fiddled with the water, and looked over at once: "Could it be that you don't even know this? Well, your face turned red again. It seems that you really don't even know this. You don't know."

How did you get here all these years?"

"If you don't know, you don't know. What's so great about it." I coughed lightly. Now that I can think of it, I feel contempt for it. I am a military geek and I am proud. I am a pervert and I am proud!

"Do you want me to teach you something you've never seen before?"

"What?"

"Such as this."

The female gangster refused to leave. Not only did she not leave, she took a few steps back and then squatted down by the steps of the pool.

The ripples gently hit the middle of her open thighs, where with the index finger and middle finger of the female gangster, the pink valley hole opened wide, and the water waves hit it one after another.

“The water temperature is really just right.”

She closed her eyes, raised her neck slightly, and hummed softly, as if she felt very comfortable.

On the lower body, the pink and tender breasts are bouncing slightly with the waves of water that are constantly colliding with each other, opening and closing.

The female gangster loosened her fingers and said in a triumphant voice, "The more women there are who have never touched a man, the brighter the pink will be there. But do you know what this place is used for?"

"

This is becoming more and more like an enlightenment class. I am a bit confused: "What will happen if I say I don't know?"

"I'll tell you to listen, and then I'll ask you if you want to touch it." The female gangster closed her legs.

"Then what will happen if I say I know?" The female gangster's reaction interested me very much.

"Of course I have some words left to ask you if you want to touch it."

She kicked off her legs, dove into the water, cut through the waves, crossed the three-meter-wide bathing pool, and came closer.

Her delicate fingers pressed on my chest, stopping her momentum, but my lower body jumped subconsciously. Her lining was already soaked, and her open-collared chest was already very exposed, but due to the drag of the water,

The cleavage is fully exposed, and the two cherry red spots stand out, outlining the round and firm breasts. It is so tempting to see flowers through the fog, making people want to move.

"So which one is your answer?"

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Literary young people who associate Assassin with Assassin's Creed, raise your hands and let me see your armpit hair...
Chapter completed!