Chapter 27: Wonderful Misunderstanding
Come on! Come on!
Hancock clenched her fists, her pretty face twisted in anger as if she wanted to kill someone. The middle-aged woman, however, maintained her smile.
"When you grow up, there will be drugs used in front of you, which can make the door easier to open and close, thus locking the essence without revealing a drop," the middle-aged woman explained calmly. "It can even mimic a human mouth, making the same swallowing actions. Of course, this requires practice."
The woman's voice dripped with condescension. "If I'm not mistaken, you have a special physique. Just like some rare flowers, after being picked, they secrete special cold honey and syrup. This is the ultimate enjoyment that makes men fall in love with them."
"Hancock, you were born to please men," the middle-aged woman continued, her eyes gleaming with admiration.
"That's enough!" Hancock shouted coldly, her eyes blazing with fury.
The middle-aged woman chuckled, said no more, and turned to leave. Hancock was left alone in the room.
She lowered her head to pick up the bottle, examining the silver marrow-like liquid inside, her expression uncertain. She wanted to smash the thing to pieces, but after a long moment of contemplation, Hancock sighed and put the bottle away.
Lakeman always says weird things like the "Three-hole goal." Although she didn't understand, she knew what Lakeman meant. Phrases like "thread of sky," "pink and delicate," and "clear liquid like honey" were whispered in her ear every night as he took her.
Coupled with the teachings of the middle-aged woman, Hancock gradually understood her immense allure to men. It was only a matter of time before she would have to use all her abilities to please him.
It's just, why give me the opportunity to practice? Hancock frowned, puzzled. If Lakeman only wanted to possess her, he would treat her like a vase. But he let her practice and master power. Wasn't he afraid she might defect one day?