Molly sat on Flynn’s lap, face down, eyes closed, a smile lingering on her lips from their time in the living room.
It seemed she had encountered her senior brother in her dreams.
The senior brother who had fallen off a cliff to save her, feeling guilty for a lifetime.
Flynn lay back, feeling the softness of her body on his lap, her strong, slender waist, and looking at her modest, girlish peaks.
He was completely overwhelmed.
A part of his body wanted to rise, but it was suppressed by Molly’s weight, his blood rushing there.
“I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I’m sorry…” Molly clung tightly to Flynn’s neck, burying her face in his shoulder, tears falling.
Flynn, surprised, whispered in the voice of Molly’s senior brother, “Molly, I’m disappointed in how you’ve been after my death.”
“I saved you so you could live well. Seeing you so negative now is a letdown of my expectations.”
Hearing this, Molly cried harder, choking out, “But I didn’t want you to die, I didn’t!”
“I hate myself, hate that I became your junior sister. After following Master to the Alwood Mountains, I should have kept to myself, stayed aloof!”
“That way, I wouldn’t have had to accept you, wouldn’t have shared every worry with you, wouldn’t have caused your death…”
“I’m just a jinx, worthless, I can’t do anything right, I deserve to be alone forever, unworthy of friends, unworthy of your love…”
Flynn understood then.
Molly blamed herself for being part of the senior brother’s circle, thinking if they hadn’t been close, he wouldn’t have saved her.
“Molly, you’re wrong.”
“You don’t need to feel sorry, you know? I’ve always been proud to have you as my junior sister, and I’ve never regretted saving you.”
“You are smart, brave, and ambitious. You will surely become an outstanding person. I believe you can overcome this, forget the unhappiness, and face life anew!”
Flynn’s voice was clear and warm, though he couldn’t help but smile bitterly inside.
He never expected to become a spiritual mentor, comforting a girl lost about her future.
“But senior brother, I feel like I’ve lost my direction, unsure how to continue,” Molly said with a pained expression, her cheek rubbing against Flynn’s shoulder, reluctant to let go.
“Molly, you should know, some people are meant to be passersby, they can’t always be with you, but they will always be in your heart, supporting and encouraging you.”
“I am too. When you miss me, I’ll appear in your dreams, sharing your joys and successes.”
“I’ve never left, just appeared in your life in a different way…”
“Promise me to live well, see the sights I never had the chance to see.”
“Explore the Martial Arts I haven’t yet touched.”
“Take good care of Master, love your friends around you, love yourself…”
“Can you promise me that?”
Flynn immersed himself in the role of the senior brother, trying his hardest to console.
He had no choice, given the debt of gratitude his mother owed to the George family.
“I promise you, I promise…” Molly, tears streaming down her face, felt much better and understood some truths.
From now on, she would live for her senior brother, for those who loved him, for herself!
Flynn exhaled softly, feeling almost like a psychologist.
“Molly, remember to always keep your courage and confidence, never give up, believe me, you will become a Great Grandmaster, maybe even a Greater Sovereign…”
The “senior brother’s” words warmed Molly and supported her, helping her find some direction and goals in life again. But she seemed to remember something, a bit downcast:
“Senior brother, actually I met a noble person, very powerful, a Great Grandmaster. Aside from some flaws, he treated me well.”
“He gave me a set of martial arts techniques and an ancient prescription, saying that if I followed his advice, I could become a Great Grandmaster in a month.”
“Sadly, I lost it…”
Flynn was feeling rather smug and self-satisfied when a piece of news wiped the smile off his face.
“What the heck?”
“It’s lost?”
“Oh my god…”
He dared to lose something that important.
It seemed she never took his words seriously!
No wonder she returned so late; she had been out looking for that paper!
Flynn was nearly driven mad, wishing he could pin Molly down and shake her, demanding where her mind was.
But what was done was done. Suppressing his anger, Flynn said:
“It’s okay, he should know what was on the paper. Just ask him to write another one.”
“I know, but he’s too scary. He made me cry today; I didn’t dare…”
Hearing this, Flynn couldn’t help but laugh.
Molly was afraid of him? She usually spoke like a fiery chili pepper, but it turned out she was actually quite timid.
“Molly, if he’s willing to give you something so precious, it means he truly wants to help you.”
“Just be honest with him, he won’t get mad.”
“And remember, he’s been so good to you; you should try to temper your fiery spirit, treat him like a second mentor, and learn well from him, you hear?”
Flynn spoke earnestly as he educated her.
“Yeah, I’ll listen to you,” Molly agreed.
“Alright, go to sleep, everything will get better.” Flynn tucked Molly into bed and noticed Scarlet sprawled out on the bed, smacking her lips in her sleep, surely dreaming of delicious food.
Flynn shook his head with a wry smile, thinking the evening had been too stimulating. If Scarlet had seen what happened, who knows what she might have thought.
Now, not only had he helped Molly conquer her inner demons, but he had also found her weak spot-she responded to toughness more than gentleness.
If she dared to show an attitude again, she shouldn’t blame him for taking a firm hand.
Thinking this, Flynn squinted with satisfaction, just about to cover them with a blanket when his gaze inadvertently landed on Molly’s buttocks.
High and lifted, full and rounded, like ripe peaches.
“This girl must have done her share of squats,” Flynn muttered to himself, pulling the blanket over them.
After finishing up, Flynn went to the guest room next door, only to find it lacked a blanket.
He searched the other guest rooms but found none.
Probably Rose, busy with her work, hadn’t managed to prepare them yet.
Now, in the midst of autumn, sleeping without a blanket wouldn’t be comfortable.
Thinking this, Flynn went straight upstairs and knocked on Rose’s bedroom door.
Even if she was busy, she must have some spare blankets in her room.
After several knocks, Rose, heavy with sleep, opened the door.
She was wearing a light, sleeveless beige chiffon nightgown with a lace design at the hem, the fabric smooth and soft, a black cat-girl style bra peeking through.
Her pink panties were low-waisted, a pure desire cut-out butt-lifting type, silky and tight.
“What’s up?” Rose asked, rubbing her sleepy eyes, her full chest gently trembling with her movements, her thin nightgown fluttering, creating a distinctly charming scene.
Flynn, whose drowsiness had momentarily vanished, stood frozen, quickly saying, “There’s no blanket in the guest room downstairs, just wondering if you have any.”
“Oh, I’ll look for you.” Rose was so sleepy that she was still half-asleep and didn’t notice Flynn’s distraction. She turned and walked to the wardrobe by the window.
She climbed onto a small stool and reached up.
Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Rose’s nightgown and leaving Flynn with a stunning silhouette.
Her hair, soft and glossy black, flowed like a river, fluttering lightly with the breeze.
Her back was pale, delicate, and smooth, casting a halo of light.
Rose’s figure was slender and curvaceous, and beneath the thin chiffon, her small waist seemed like it could be encircled with one hand.
Her long, straight legs were outlined, barely concealed, stirring endless fascination and speculation…