Chapter 191 Chapter 190-A Call from the City Hall (1st update, Cheer me with Power Stones!)
John had just opened the door when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
He took out his phone, only to find a dozen missed calls on the screen, all from an unfamiliar number.
Answering the call, a warm voice sounded from the other side, "Hello, may I speak to Mr. Foster?"
John's brow furrowed slightly as he calmly replied, "This is John Foster. May I ask who's calling?"
On the other side of the phone, an excited voice said, "Finally, I've managed to get in touch with you. This is the City Hall. Mayor Daniel Roberts gave us your number. Do you remember?"
John thought hard and indeed, during the Taylor's birthday party, he had given his phone number to both Benjamin Taylor and Daniel Roberts.
He nodded, replying nonchalantly, "Yes, I remember. What does Mayor Roberts want from me?"
The person on the phone quickly explained, "Well, Mayor Roberts should have mentioned to you that there would be some higher-ups coming to meet you soon. They have arrived now. I was wondering when you would be available to arrange a meeting…"
John's eyes narrowed slightly.
He finally recalled.
At that time, Mayor Roberts had indeed mentioned this matter.
It seemed some people, even higher ranking than Mayor Roberts, would be visiting the city soon.
Specifically, to speak to John about the Godslayer world.
John thought it over seriously.
He really didn't have a reason to refuse.
After all, he needed to use these senior government officials to understand the extent of the governments' exploration into the Godslayer world.
Now, the time for the two worlds to merge was approaching.
Time was running out. John didn't want to continue working in isolation.
He felt the need to share the many secrets he knew, through official channels, to inform more people.
"I'm available anytime," John softly replied. "You can set the time and place, then let me know."
The person on the other end quickly responded, "How about tomorrow afternoon? We can meet at the café next to the City Hall building. The environment is quite quiet."
John responded indifferently, "Sure, see you tomorrow afternoon."
After hanging up the call, John was deep in thought about tomorrow's meeting while on his way to buy groceries.
His mind was filled with many secrets only he knew about.
At least in the real world, there was no way any player could know these things.
They were top-level secrets of the Godslayer world, the truth of which could only be known after reaching a certain level.
When John returned home after buying groceries, he noticed that both Game Chambers were open.
From the bathroom, the sound of running water could be heard.
Clearly, Emma had completed her mercenary quest, severed the spirit link, and returned to the real world.
John smiled knowingly and began to prepare the day's first meal.
As he was engrossed in cooking, a sweet scent suddenly wafted from behind.
Then, a soft figure pressed up against his back.
"Johnny, what delicious meal are you making this time?" Emma's tender voice echoed in his ears.
Having just taken a shower, she still smelled of shower gel.
John slightly turned his head and felt a moist strand of hair resting on his shoulder.
He chuckled lightly and said, "I bought some groceries randomly. I presume you must be hungry too, so let's just whip up something quickly."
Emma stretched out her milky-white arms around John's waist, resting her head on his shoulder, "Sure, whatever Johnny makes is always especially delicious."
John's face was filled with fondness.
He playfully pinched Emma's pert nose and teased, "You, little girl, are becoming sweeter with words now."
Emma giggled, her face beaming with happiness.
The meal was prepared quickly, and the two, who had been hungry all day, wolfed down the food, stuffing their bellies with the feast.
Emma patted her belly, moaning contentedly, "Ah, the feeling of a full stomach is simply wonderful."
John smiled gently, leaning back in his chair, and said nonchalantly, "You need to learn how to cook in the future. Such a basic survival skill is something you should master."
Resting her chin on her hands, Emma sweetly replied, "Actually, I've always known how to cook, just not as well as you, Johnny."
John raised an eyebrow, "Oh? In that case, I must taste your culinary skills next time."
Emma immediately acted coy, "No way, you can do the cooking, Johnny, and I can do the dishes. We have a clear division of labor."
John was speechless.
Indeed, the division of labor was pretty clear, but something didn't seem right.
Cooking required much more effort than washing dishes.
At that moment, Emma suddenly threw a seductive glance at John, whispering, "If that's the case, I can make more sacrifices and feed you in other ways..."
John immediately got interested and asked with a mischievous grin, "Is that so? Can you elaborate on what those other ways might be?"
Emma blushed, her face as red as a ripe peach, and she retorted with a light 'hmpf', "Johnny, you're such a tease, pretending not to know!"
John's gaze at Emma became more intense.
As a young, virile man, how could he resist being teased by such a beautiful girl?
He suddenly stood up, scooped Emma from her chair, and headed straight towards the bedroom.
"Well, since you've said that, there's no time like the present," John proposed.
Caught off guard by John's sudden move, Emma found herself lifted off the ground.
Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around John's neck.
As she heard John's words filled with mirth, she hid her face into his chest.
One hand gently pounding his chest, she feigned annoyance, "You big bully, I've just finished eating... how can you take advantage of me at this time?"
Without breaking his stride, John responded with a mischievous grin, "Isn't it just perfect then? A bit of exercise after a meal aids digestion..."
John kicked open the bedroom door with one foot.
The two fell onto the soft bed in a tangle.
Emma's skin was flushed with a seductive rose hue.
Wrinkling her nose, she complained, "Oh, you stink of sweat, go take a shower first..."
John's face was filled with righteous conviction as he nodded, "Indeed, we should pay attention to hygiene..."
However, his hands didn't stop their exploration.
They had already found their way to Emma's chest.
With the curtains drawn and dim light filtering in, the room was shrouded in a sultry atmosphere.
As they locked eyes, the temperature in the room seemed to rise gradually, the air growing more and more amorous.
With her eyes half-closed and a far-off look in them, Emma gripped the bedsheet tightly, letting John do as he pleased, displaying an utterly adorable form of surrender.
Seeing her like this, John didn't hold back anymore.
His hands, without any hesitation, slid inside Emma's loose neckline.
Having just taken a bath, Emma was only dressed in a large bathrobe with no undergarments beneath.
A gentle pull from John and her robe was open, revealing her delicate collarbone that looked particularly stunning under the dim light, her skin as smooth as porcelain.
John's smile grew wider, his eyes glimmering with desire.
He leaned over, his lips lightly brushing against Emma's collarbone.
A soft whimper escaped Emma's lips.
Emma's lips parted slightly, and a heavenly moan echoed in the room.
This sound seemed to possess a magical charm, instantly igniting the smoldering flame of desire within John.
Extending his tongue, he traced a path upward along her collarbone.
Soon, their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues skillfully entwining with each other.
Their breathing grew more ragged as the primitive flame of desire seemed to fuse them into one.
Meanwhile, John's hands didn't cease their exploration.
He untied the belt at Emma's waist.
Her robe fell open, revealing the perfect body that it had been concealing.
John found a moment to look down and saw two perfect peaks with soft pink cherries trembling at the top.
With Emma's slight shivering, these buds exuded an enticing aroma, as if tempting John to taste them.
Now that her robe was completely open, and with Emma writhing on the bed, her entire backside was almost exposed.
Looking along the inside of her thigh, he could see black panties with lace trim.
John was surprised to find that she was not completely devoid of underwear but wore a barely-there thong.
The scant fabric of the thong, a result of cost-saving tactics by unscrupulous businesses, failed to fulfill its intended purpose.
The parts that should have been concealed were entirely exposed to John's gaze.
Her ample inner thighs were incredibly sexy - a sight out of reach yet so close at hand.
At first glance, she looked like a rolling mountain range with alternating high peaks and low valleys, akin to a dynamic Viennese statue bursting with vitality, delivering a striking visual impact.
John's eyes were nearly set aflame with desire.
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