Two entwined bodies, passionate and excited. Arabella was bending over with her butt up in the air, her entire body being pressed down by the large gold bathtub. Her breasts were being gripped and massaged by Jasper's large hands. As a military man, Jasper had calloused hands with coarse ridges, and the rough texture of his palm stroking the rosy nipples brought an especially stimulating sensation. In the bath, the two men were entangled, and Jasper's purple-red penis was racing rapidly inside the wet and pink-fleshed vagina. The soft flesh contracted well, making Jasper's lower back tingle with pleasure. Jasper turned Arabella onto her back, his body firmly holding hers in place. As the heat between them swelled, her face flushed with a pale crimson hue. Unable to resist, he leaned down, his kiss filled with an intense, possessive longing.
"Master Unknown, you really have a tight vagina there," said Jasper in a deep, seductive voice. The suppression of sexual desire made his voice even more husky and desirable. He was a soldier. Although in recent years he had disguised himself as George, living under the guise of a powerbroker, his bloodied warrior spirit from the battlefield could never truly be hidden. His honey-toned skin looked especially muscular and alluring when he stripped off his clothes. The water droplets reflecting light off his body made his skin appear both wild and sensual.
"Mm." Arabella responded with a light hum, her tone carrying a hint of indifferent detachment, starkly contrasting with her fiery body. She was very initiative, lifting her head and extending her tongue to lick the water droplets on Jasper' chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist at the same time, allowing Jasper to hold her neck, and the red and tender vagina was opened by the grotesque penis as the water waves undulated. Jasper thrust his waist wildly, paying no attention to what Arabella was thinking. He and Arabella were just exchanging what they needed
When Jasper came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, Arabella was in the middle of getting dressed. Noticing her combat attire, Jasper asked, "Master Unknown, are you sure you don't need my help? Although Ferdinand has been sentenced to death in Viskomo, he isn't a Viskomo citizen. As a noble of Spanka, if it weren't for the Spanka royal family applying pressure, it would be all too easy for him to escape. Do you really have to go personally to rescue him?"
Arabella had already tucked her shirt into her pants and was fastening a belt loaded with ammunition around her waist. Despite her slender frame, she bore the weight of over ten kilograms without the slightest sign of discomfort, leaving one to wonder what immense power was concealed within her body. Hearing Jasper's question, Arabella didn't look up but chuckled lightly, "I'm just going there for a stroll." With that one sentence, Jasper understood. Rescuing Ferdinand was merely incidental; Arabella clearly had other intentions. A stroll? With a calamity like Arabella heading to Viskomo, it was bound to be bathed in blood.
Seeing Arabella fully dressed and ready to leave without so much as a goodbye, Jasper frowned, clearly displeased. "Hey, Master Unknown, we spent the night together, didn't we? On top of that, I've made arrangements for your people to safely enter Viskomo. That's a lot of effort and credit on my part. Aren't you even going to say something nice before turning your back on me? Does this count as a 'sleep and leave,' utterly heartless?"
Arabella turned her head with a smile upon hearing this and looked at Jasper. "How about this: after my stroll in Viskomo, I'll blow up the ZK90 armored squad stationed at the border as a little thank-you gift for your hard work last night. Does that sound good?"
Jasper's eyes lit up. Agilely, he flipped out of bed and sat upright, his voice filled with excitement. "Master Unknown, that's quite the gift! You know, Viskomo's armored units aren't exactly easy to deal with."
"But—you'll have to shed a little blood first," Arabella added, her tone shifting. Smiling, she slid the sniper rifle into its case, slung it over her back, and casually flicked a finger toward Jasper's forehead before turning and leaving the room. As she walked out of the palace, Arabella cast a cold glance back at the resplendent halls behind her. The ominous aura she had been concealing seemed as though it could erupt at any moment, wiping out everything in its path. After that one look, she turned away completely, disappearing into the night without a trace.
At first, Jasper didn't quite understand what Arabella meant by shedding blood. But at dawn the next day, he was jolted awake by urgent military reports. Sitting on the edge of his bed, still groggy, he stared at the document in his hands. It clearly stated: "At 3 a.m. yesterday, an international band of criminals led by Arabella launched a sudden attack on our forces stationed at the border. They destroyed the bridge connecting our country with Jingle, using the ensuing chaos to break through the defenses and enter Jingle territory. Currently, the 18th Army Corps is combing the border for any remaining criminals. Awaiting higher command's decision on whether to notify Jingle authorities for joint pursuit."
"Arabella leading a gang of international bandits? What nonsense!" Jasper thought to himself. He had personally arranged for Arabella's ferocious subordinates to be smuggled to the Viskomo border. How could they possibly appear in Jingle?
Jasper propped his head on one hand, staring at the military intelligence report. His mind cleared slowly, and after a moment, he let out a cold laugh. "That woman, Arabella, is ruthless and never lets herself suffer any loss," he mused. Single-handedly, she had taken on his border guards and even blown up a bridge. Essentially, the weapons she had just acquired from him the night before were now being used against his troops.
After the cold laugh, Jasper found himself helplessly resigned. Arabella was unlike any other woman he had ever known. Though he knew Arabella didn't rely on her looks and was exceptional in both skill and intellect, he had subconsciously assumed that no matter how strong a woman was, she would eventually depend on a man. When Arabella had approached him to help smuggle her subordinates into Viskomo, he had started to weigh his options.
While Arabella had been instrumental in his rise to power, he was now a head of state, and she was merely a fugitive bandit on the international stage. No matter how capable she was, her influence was ultimately limited. Helping once was reasonable, and the second time was still understandable, but things shouldn't happen a third time; after that, it became an overstep. He felt no love or attachment towards Arabella, though she was undoubtedly a rare type of woman. He had thought that if Arabella ever truly wanted to rely on him, he would be willing to support her, if only out of a sense of mutual respect and admiration.
Little did he expect that just as he was beginning to weigh the pros and cons, Arabella would immediately put him in his place. When she left, she had casually mentioned blowing up a Viskomo armored unit. He had dismissed it as idle talk. Now it was clear she hadn't come seeking his help but had merely used him to conceal her group's real objectives. Blowing up his troops and heading to Jingle? Now the entire world believed that Arabella and her men had gone to Jingle. Then who had stealthily infiltrated Viskomo? Ghosts?
Asking him to help escort someone was just a front; testing his reaction was the real intent. Escorting someone to the border, Arabella immediately reciprocated with an armored convoy. In terms of favors exchanged, he hadn't lost out at all. It was his own shortsightedness that led him to underestimate the infamous Arabella, the Master Unknown. He deserved the lesson she taught him—a proper show of dominance.
Decisively, Jasper crumpled the intelligence report in his hand and called the military headquarters. He ordered the border troops to make a grand announcement about capturing Arabella and her group but to remain inactive in reality. Since Arabella was still willing to give him face, he wouldn't squander the opportunity. After hanging up, Jasper smiled faintly, feeling a newfound respect for her.
From Jingle to Viskomo, Arabella's solo entry was much simpler. There served as AE's headquarters, located in the lawless border zone. Given the nearby countries persistent state of chaos, illegal entry was an effortless task—especially with AE agents already stationed in there to assist her.
After a brief rest, Arabella slipped into Viskomo disguised among a group of refugees. Raven and his team had been embedded in the capital, for five or six days. Caracal came and went from dawn till dusk, and had already mapped out the city's layout, as well as the number and distribution of the military and police forces guarding it. All that was left was to wait for Arabella to arrive before making a move.
Arabella, however, was in no hurry to act. After leisurely tailing Reginald for two days, she instructed Raven to plant explosives in a mall. No rush—she wanted to catch up with an old friend first.
