Chapter 719, Big News
Under the dim light, Wu Heng stared at the exaggerated chest size, somewhat entranced.
The outer armor and chest binder had concealed its magnitude.
"What are you doing!" Sheila Grey hugged her chest.
"So beautiful." Wu Heng continued gently kissing her lips, trailing down her neck.
Wu Heng softly took the tip into his mouth, making Sheila Grey moan as her body grew increasingly hot.
Clutching his hair, she whispered, "Wu Heng, is this okay?"
Wu Heng raised his head, looking into her eyes, "Sheila Grey."
"Ah!"
"Say you love me."
"Who even demands that..." Sheila Grey blushed, but softly said, "I love you."
"I love you too."
Wu Heng continued down to her lower abdomen. Sheila Grey cupped his face, "Not down there. Isn't the top enough?"
Seeing her serious, Wu Heng didn't push.
He kissed her lips again, fondling her ample chest.
......
Late at night.
Sheila Grey tiptoed home, and as she turned on the lights, she saw Shiyali sitting on the couch waiting.
"Ahem~! Why aren't you asleep yet?" Sheila Grey asked first.
Shiyali glanced at her, "Took him to Netalei City? You were gone a long time."
"I went to the Guild office to handle paperwork. He left earlier," Sheila Grey puffed her chest.
Trying to make her excuse sound more convincing.
Shiyali stood and circled her, then pinched her chin, examining the visible red marks on her neck.
"They're all over your neck. What'll you do if other Guild members see them tomorrow?" said Shiyali.
No need to ask further.
Her sister had clearly been taken by the man. Judging from the marks, the armor and clothes were definitely off.
Sheila Grey touched her neck, feigning calm, "They'll fade by morning. I'm going to shower, you go to sleep."
She walked toward the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom.
Sheila Grey soaked in the tub, finally breathing a sigh of relief. She touched the marks on her neck, then pulled out a potion and drank it.
With this, the marks would disappear by morning. Nothing to worry about.
But recalling what happened made her cheeks flush.
Creak~!
The bathroom door opened.
Shiyali entered, wrapped in a towel.
"You always bathe when I do," Sheila Grey grumbled.
"What's the big deal? We used to bathe together as kids." Shiyali joined her in the tub, sitting behind her.
She gently pulled Sheila Grey into her arms, saying, "Time really flies. You've grown up and found someone you love."
"We were born together, remember?" Sheila Grey muttered. "Humans don't live long. Who knows what'll happen later? What if he... sigh!"
Shiyali hugged her, softly saying, "He's already amazing. If he reaches level 18 before 50, he'll extend his lifespan. He might even become a hero, and we'll benefit too."
Sheila Grey mumbled, "You believe in him too much. Heroes need renown. There's a long line in the Guild waiting for promotional resources. He's not even on the list."
"He's full of surprises. If you told me he'd be a hero tomorrow, I'd believe it," Shiyali chuckled.
"You're getting weirder."
Shiyali smiled and playfully groped her chest, "Is this his favorite? I heard men love these."
Sheila Grey jumped and covered herself, "Stop talking nonsense!"
"Come on, tell your big sister. You used to tell me everything."
Sheila Grey blushed but mumbled, "He does seem to like them."
"How much?"
"He... spent a long time there."
......
A light mist hung in the early morning air.
Islanders were already up, starting their busy day.
Among them, newspaper boys pedaled through the streets, green satchels packed with papers.
At their usual corners, they raised the papers and shouted loudly.
"Extra! Extra! Gold-Silver Island to bring electric lights to all! Short stories! Netalei City steward disappearance! Limited supply! Get yours now!"
"First come, first served..."
The shouts cut through the noise and brought sudden silence to the street.
Everyone turned to look, eyes filled with surprise and doubt.
"Electric lights? Like the ones on the streets?"
"Planning to give those to commoners? The Island Lord's gone mad."
"So the Netalei case really turned into a story. Island Lord Wu Heng's got new material."
"Is the Island Lord back? So much breaking news!"
Normally, only the serialized stories drew attention.
But this time, there was more than one major headline.
In an instant, the crowd surged around the paper boys.
News spread across the island as more people rushed to buy the first edition.
......
Golden Sail Tavern.
Over the past half month, the tavern's buzz had waned.
The residents weren't as frenzied anymore. Part of it was due to street bards performing for free.
Though not top-tier performers, they were accessible.
Plus, they didn't eat into daylight hours and cost nothing.
Now, the tavern only filled up when a story reached a dramatic peak and everyone wanted to hear the truth.
The in-house bard reduced story sessions to three per day.
Fans of the tales would show up at the appointed times.
The rest of the time, it was regular business.
That morning—
The bartenders were cleaning when they heard a commotion outside.
Someone opened the door and saw a large crowd approaching.
Faces filled with excitement, discussing something animatedly.
"Boss! Something's happening!" a bartender shouted.
The owner rushed down from upstairs and peeked outside.
He quickly stepped outside and blocked the door, "What's going on here?"
"The new paper is out! Don't you know?"
The owner nodded, "It is release day, but this seems excessive."
One man said, "This issue covers the 'Netalei City Steward Disappearance!' Quick, get the bard!"
He shoved past the boss.
The crowd flooded in, filling every seat.
The bartender hung a "Full House" sign.
The boss shouted, "Go get Mr. Saban!"
......
Soon after—
Bard Saban entered, clad in fine clothes, beaming.
He bowed to the room, "Good morning, everyone."
"The new issue's out—get to the story, Mr. Saban!"
"Yeah! You've been busy with stage plays, but don't forget your storytelling!"
"Mr. Saban, start already!"
Saban listened to the chaos, smiling. Back when he first came to the island, he never dreamed of this popularity.
He walked to the stage and gestured for silence.
Then he said, "Today's paper is hot off the press from the Island Lord's estate. I've already read it. The 'Netalei Steward Disappearance' is the most chilling—includes the main branch's rescue team being ambushed by tens of thousands, barely escaping with their lives. Intense and gripping."
He paused and emphasized, "This isn't just a story. It actually happened."
A stir rose from below.
"Damn, just start already! I'm dying to know!"
"Every story from the Island Lord is true. Don't twist it!"
"We're here for the tale—get on with it!"
Saban slapped the table. Smack!
The room instantly fell silent.
Saban continued, "Same rules—intel first, story later..."
"Oh come on, seriously?!"