Going back a little in time, when he saw Cersei's personal handmaiden again, Jon subconsciously wanted to slip away, but he quickly reacted.
Given the dog System's nature, the more he avoided, the easier it was for his free will to be trampled.
Conversely, if he took things calmly or if everything went smoothly, this thing often did nothing.
Precisely capturing this moment, Jon's thoughts calmed down immediately, and he decisively followed the other's steps.
The journey from the Tower of the Hand to the depths of the Red Keep was long. During this time, not only did they have to pass through layers of corridors, but they also had to cross the entire garden.
Along the way, the King's Squire wanted to speak more than once, but looking at the graceful figure walking in front, he didn't know what to ask.
After all, his affair with Cersei was long known to her. The reason he was summoned now was presumably because the Queen had a need.
Fortunately, during this time, Jaime was accompanying the King to hunt in the Kingswood, so for the time being, he didn't have to worry about being caught in bed and having his big head or little head chopped off.
With such thoughts, Jon's gaze relaxed along with his mood. Then, he saw two round curves rising and falling with the high-frequency steps, revealing her healthy and slender figure.
Not only that. Under the two long belts hung delicate loops. Every step made a ding-dong sound, causing one's gaze to involuntarily follow her waistline all the way down, triggering infinite reverie.
Just as Jon's gaze became more scrutinizing, the System's timely prompt rang again.
[Look closely. The design of this belt is simply ingenious. Any man who hears the sound will look for its source, and that source happens to be the muddy land that tempts people to commit crimes...]
Hearing the dog System prompt like this after being silent for a long time, Jon's gaze really became sharp.
But soon, as a tool man who had been repeatedly teased, the transmigrator became serious after a quick glance.
As his will became as hard as iron, the originally tempting mechanical voice also became more and more rampant.
[At this great opportunity, as long as you move your lips slightly, presumably the other party will be intimidated by Cersei's power and submit obediently. Such a delicious and graceful body will take your shape in just one night. A clang-clang threesome journey is right in front of you...]
Hearing this, the transmigrator felt parched, and his whole person was attracted by the System's prompt again.
Feeling the temptation that was almost enticing him to commit a crime, after a moment of silence, the transmigrator's gaze also became expectant...
Then, he shook his head imperceptibly, and then quickly followed up.
"May I ask why the Queen summoned me?"
When asking the question, Jon's expression had already faded from the influence just now. His upright posture, even if he bowed slightly, was enough to tower over the handmaiden's head, and from this angle, he could see the soft, white, and bottomless cleavage.
Just as the dog System said, a young body always makes people think wildly, and Jon's gaze was subconsciously attracted by this.
Fortunately, even though he had been coerced or even dominated, the handsome young man from the North still didn't lose the moral integrity of a gentleman.
Therefore, after asking the question, he immediately turned sideways and continued to walk parallel to the handmaiden.
Of course, the reason he had this question was naturally because it was noon now. If it were late at night, Jon wouldn't be so idiotic and spoil the scenery.
To this day, Jon has long ceased to pin his hopes on foreknowledge or maintaining the original plot.
In this Game of Thrones world of sand and troughs, no one can guarantee to have the last laugh.
If he doesn't want to be swept away by the plot or fate in one wave, then his best choice is still to firmly stay on the ship of the Stark family, instead of thinking about removing the mark of the North and joining someone else's camp.
Fortunately, recently, perhaps out of caution, the System hasn't troubled him for a long time.
Therefore, Jon could also enjoy the leisure and avoid being targeted by people with intentions.
Of course, these people with intentions might not only be Littlefinger and Varys; including Cersei, this crazy beauty, naturally required the highest level of defense.
Currently, the relationship between him and the Queen was completely as defined by "The Persuader," purely based on mutual satisfaction.
As for when the licentious Cersei would get tired, or when Lancel would "enlighten," that would be the time when danger arrived.
With such thoughts, Jon slowly stepped into the lioness's territory.
At this moment, the midday sun sprinkled on the ground, making the Lannister golden hair look dazzling.
According to the aesthetics of Westeros, fair skin means cleanliness, beauty is a pass, and blonde hair, no matter how you look at it, is synonymous with nobility.
So when Cersei gathered these elements, even without the prominence of her family, she could presumably settle in the upper echelons of the Game of Thrones world with her unique conditions.
However, the Seven Gods have never been known for fairness, and they distribute grace at will, so much so that the Lannisters lie on gold veins and act recklessly.
In contrast, although he also has noble cheap parents and carries the blood of dragons and direwolves, he can only struggle to climb up from the dark gloomily. This is simply a start like the seven hells.
Perhaps sensing Jon's dissatisfaction, or maybe she didn't intend to put on airs.
When Cersei stood up, the door of the bedchamber was also gently closed, leaving only the two of them alone here.
Seeing this scene, Jon, who was used to it, didn't wait for the System to come online. He immediately stepped forward and took Cersei into his arms.
Although he had some struggle in his heart, this sense of shame became thinner and thinner as his body continued to mature, and he even faintly enjoyed it.
Just like now, Jon was just slightly distracted, but his body began to react involuntarily.
Especially those big hands, like exquisite thieves, went straight deep under the dignified hem of the dress like smashing bamboo.
By the time the transmigrator reacted, instinct had completely overwhelmed the Queen's pride, making her unable to stop letting out a muffled sound of joy.
Hearing this noise, and looking at Cersei covering her mouth, the transmigrator awkwardly withdrew his hand, wiped it on his clothes imperceptibly, and then pretended to be calm, leaving the beauty hanging in mid-air.
After that, the Wolf of the North ignored Cersei's flushed face and devouring glare. Instead, he picked up the Queen's goblet and slowly tasted the remaining Summerwine.
"Respected Queen, you summoned me at this time. Presumably, there must be important matters to discuss, right?"
When saying this, Jon had already adjusted his mentality.
As a virgin (technically), even if his practical experience had improved recently, he still appeared slightly cramped when facing the subject matter.
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