Super Detective in the Fictional World

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Luke looked on in amusement: although his cheap sister-in-law's pectoral muscles weren't flashy enough, she couldn't resist a good body and good temperament.

The way she was looking for a tip just now caused one side of her dress to slip off her shoulder, revealing a large chunk of white, smooth pectoral muscle.

Let him make sure with his own eyes that Margaret really hadn't put a hundred dollar bill on her today.

Eleanor straightened Margaret's clothes without even bothering to look at someone next to her.

All three of them were too familiar with each other.

Luke was always the first "bystander" when the two women modeled each other's paintings and art photos.

And if Margaret trusted Luke, even if he knocked on the door in the middle of the night, she would be the first to open the door with a surprise.

As the great man once said, there is no such thing as pure friendship between a man and a woman.

The point is not that she doesn't want to, but that he doesn't want to.

It's not that she didn't want to, it's that he didn't want to. Instead, Margaret and Eleanor spent the night together, asking her a lot of questions about Luke, and even did some "indescribable" things when she was drunk.

This is not uncommon in America.

According to some surveys, about 30% of female girlfriends have done something indescribable, and over 80% have crossed the line slightly.

But Eleanor was well aware that Margaret's orientation was normal.

By doing so, she may have simply fantasized Elena into someone.

Of course, both women have been in contact with artists in many different ways, and this "drunkenness" was innocent enough.

Afterwards, they tacitly forgot about it.

Eleanor had never stopped Luke from seeing Margaret, either.

Her relationship with Luke was already special, and Margaret and Luke themselves knew each other.

Besides, with Margaret's simple personality, the thought of taking the initiative would still be a distant thing, and Luke would be even less likely to accept it.

That properly turning a blind eye was also a way of getting along with friends.

After the "tip" episode, the beach "dinner" of the three continued.

Marguerite was in high spirits for her rare "camping trip" with her best friend in tow.

Luke had to go back to "retrieve" a bottle of red wine, for his sister-in-law, Blackie.

During the period he just mean, two bottles of red wine in a bottle and a half are into the stomach of the two female painters, most of which is Margaret tons and tons of tons off.

The night grew darker and darker, and the guests on the beach tour were basically gone.

Margaret had fallen flushed and drunk, covered with two large bath towels, and lay there whirling, sometimes smacking her lips, like a well-fed, sleepy Paige.

Next to him, Luke and Eleanor were embracing.

They shared a large bath towel, as well as a glass sharing the last small half of a glass of red wine.

The painteress, who was drunk but still mostly sober, took one look at her best friend a meter away and couldn't help but nibble her ear at Luke, "Usually you let us have one bottle of wine at most, but why two today? Say, are you trying to get me drunk and then take advantage of the opportunity to heckle Mary!"

Luke was full of little frustrations as he reached out to calm the fidgety painteress, "Why do you say it the other way around?"

Eleanor was surprised, then "shocked" and whispered, "Bastard, do you still want us to get you drunk hehehehe?"

Luke snorted with laughter, shaking his head in satisfaction at the artist's "wit", "Of course... no. I just wanted to get Marie drunk and make you feel good. I was just trying to get Mary drunk and make you do it again."

Eleanor gave a horrified expression in due course, "Ah, you beast!"

Her hands were still pathetically protecting her breasts, but the straps of her little dress slipped completely down with the movement, revealing a perfect upper body.

It was a beautiful view of the deserted beach at midnight, one that only Luke, who was close enough to see it, could enjoy.

He had to do everything he could to keep up with the painteress's performance.

With a fiercely impetuous smile, he cupped her chin and leaned in close.

Between them, his nose could be heard: "It's no use, woman. No one will come to your rescue even if you scream your throat out now, so tonight you are mine."

The painteress didn't know the bad taste of someone's lines, she just "struggled" to get herself into the "clutches" faster.

The sound of the sea tide is getting louder and louder, coming in waves in the night of the beach.

........

The painteress's resistance to "brutality" was ultimately unsuccessful.

Even though she insisted on taking the initiative, and got a brief top suppression, but in the end it was still lost in the strong pectoral muscles of Lu.

Her small, plump body was like a doll, lightly cradled in his arms.

The first thing you need to know is how to get your hands on a newborn baby.

She and Luke had a history - one Christmas Eve, they had nearly scared the night watchman out of his wits in the Paladin dormitories.

Eleanor's physique is several times stronger than that of an ordinary woman, having been used by Luke over the years for Life One and real-life dream-teaching alchemy.

This bit of enhanced physique only allowed her to stay awake a little longer and not start calling out to God anytime soon, but her body was honestly limp and weak.

But the warmth of her body, burning like jade, would not diminish in the slightest.

The night sky with its twinkling stars, the waves by the sea, the beauty in her arms like a jade, a perfect night trip.

The painteress was losing her self-control, and Luke could only gag on her soft exhalations.

At that moment, a faint sound of a motor was heard in the distant sea.

Luke didn't pay much attention.

There were too many rich, wealthy people on Long Island who had yachts and were keen to get out and party on them.

But after a few minutes, his ears moved, and his attention finally shifted away from Eleanor.

His hearing, which he had limited to double that of a normal person, returned to its original state, and he checked the direction of the movement coming from the sea.

In just an instant, he looked oddly pale.

Amidst the sound of a burst of breaking seawater, a human figure stood up from the surface of the sea and strode towards the beach.

The person was quite fast, standing on the beach ten meters away from Luke in just over ten seconds.

However, the darkness kept her from paying attention to the three Luke's for the moment...well, maybe it should have been anger that kept her from paying attention to the beach.

She just held her hands up in the air, stretched out two fingers in the middle position, and gestured towards the sea side, with a series of raps: "You fucks, you want to go home to Nima, don't think you're great just because you're rich, I can't even get a boyfriend in time.... "

Luke: ...well, no need for this rap, and I'm well aware of how strong your verbal skills are.

He didn't utter a word for now, though, instead turning on his primary sonic ability to take in the conversation of the group of people on the yacht a hundred meters or so away.

In just a minute, he understood what was going on, and then he coughed to remind the one who was yelling at him that "there are still people here".