"So, do it now rather than waiting until later."April reached out and gently touched Camus's lower body with her fingers. He felt a sudden burst of heat in his cheeks as though something was burning throughout his body.

"But we're still on the road..."

"Then let's go to my place first?" She touched and patted his face, which had turned red due to the heat. Her racing car was soon in a new, charming area by the sea after she gave it a restart. Driving up, she pulled into an apartment building that appeared to be fairly upscale. Everything about the place confirmed what he'd thought of her—that she was a gold digger.

After parking the car, April led the way to one of the buildings, where they reached her residence's door together. She threw her arms around his neck and rushed to kiss him after opening the door.With his shrewd and cautious demeanor, Camus started acting as though he was preparing to cooperate before entering her apartment. At the same time, he made a deliberate effort to observe her room and the area around it, searching for any signs of potential covert surveillance gear or anti-investigation methods.Although not even the next moment, she pushed him to the couch in the living room, knelt down in front of him and unbuckled his belt, took out that majestic part of him, looked at it like a great work of art, played with it, kissed and licked it carefully, then took it in her mouth, sucked it, and slowly swallowed it down to its root, letting out a moan of pleasure.

Her flexible tongue stirred every inch of his sensitive skin, and he gently grabbed her beautiful blonde hair to control her movement by pulling it to match his own rhythm. After a while, his hands rubbed her earlobes, slowly moved down from her neck, and began to loosen the buttons on her chest, then reached into her shirt before lifting off her underwear where a pair of her ample bosom inside of it that he had been secretly fantasized when every time he saw her--In fact, Camus has never been a fan of big breasts. Still, he just thought that if such a body belonged to Natassia, coupled with a naughty personality that was completely different from hers, the two characteristics might combine into an unexpected sexual fantasy object of his, which rekindled his desire that had been dormant for more than ten years,this indescribable feeling made him unable to hold on for long before exploding at this very moment. The stunning babe in front of his knees drank all the essence that spurted out of him, causing him to breathe a weak sigh and feel as though his consciousness shot skyward, which reminded him of the day more than ten years ago.But it wasn't genuine bliss because he didn't feel like it was. There was an inexplicable sadness in his heart, as though life's joy had been overdrawn in advance or April's face had brought him sad memories of Natassia.

"It seems like you haven't had sex for a long time." She cleaned his private parts with her tongue, then leaned against him half-naked, whispering against his ear with her lips. ''But it doesn't matter,I'll let you fuck me all night tonight. ''They hugged and caressed each other again and started a new round of foreplay.

When the two of them were in the middle of the excitement, though, she abruptly stopped and said, "I might as well take a shower before the game starts because I'm a little sweaty, and I don't feel comfortable this way. Do you want to join me?"

"Thank you for the invitation, but I'm afraid I could only handle it better if it's a cold shower since standing in the hot steam for too long would wear me out."

"Okay, I'll go by myself then. By the way, I usually take long showers, about an hour or so; when I do this, you better be patient and wait or join me anytime. The condoms are in the drawer; take them as much as you like." April jumped into the shower after giving Camus a quick kiss on his face; water began to flow inside the bathroom shortly after that, as he could hear.

After reviewing his surroundings, Camus eliminated every potential for monitoring and retracing. He went into every room and the cloakroom, opening various drawers to see that most items were only women's belongings, except a table with a computer and a cabinet filled with folders. He intended to concentrate on the cabinet rather than touch the PC; although there were a lot of files inside, it was enough for him to review them all in less than an hour.

As he swiftly skimmed through each folder, he glanced at the clock and heard April's humming and the sound of the shower water running. After going through more than half of the unremarkable contents, Camus eventually came across one of the numerous files due to the suspicious line on the page that read, "Prometheus Project." He quickly examined the pages inside and discovered records of the Graude Group's successful development of artificial insemination technology in the middle of the 1970s, as they had promised to carry out special experimental results tests and keep encouraging the planning of other new experimental projects in the future.

Does this imply that the Graudes group successfully established artificial insemination before the first case was reported in 1978? They have kept it a corporate secret and a privately carried-out strategy without making any public announcements about it. Is there a hidden agenda behind this?

Camus couldn't help but think about the 100 reserve kid soldiers that the Graudes had given to the sanctuary, among other things. Theoretically, many of these kids would likely be twins if they were created intentionally.Along with thinking about Glacier's birth, he began to distrust this April woman more deeply, and his suspicions grew stronger.

Is she purposely directing him for a specific reason, or is she generally just a social butterfly who just wants to enjoy herself all day long?In the former case, everything happened extremely naturally and with perfect sense. Although it was a little negligent of her not to keep the documents that should have been corporate secrets in a floppy disk or safe, she did not place them in a prominent location.Perhaps it is because she is generally careless and brainless. In the meantime, the Graudes group's development momentum is expected to gain more traction as it approaches the 1990s, and it is unlikely that they will continue to maintain the confidentiality of their research and development strategy.

But speaking of the latter case, everything progressed too fast and so smoothly for him to believe that a woman like this could have shown up at such a time, as she is the ideal sexual partner who is way too perfect to be in his life at this moment, it is so unrealistic that it defies logic. Are the contents of the files he sees now true or false? Why would she inform him of this if it was purposefully directed?

Or it could be both cases. Whether she was doing it intentionally or not, genuinely foolish or just playing dumb, he would not stop to see what more he could learn from her.

Camus rechecked the time and noted that forty-one minutes had passed while he reviewed the last few documents and placed them in their original places. However, April still hadn't finished her shower yet, so he kept playing along with the game, took some condoms, and undressed himself before walking into the shower,he looking at her exquisitely feminine figure viewed from behind,caressed the astounding backline and kissed her ear,she responded positively and kissed him back as their tongues touched and played with each other. She allowed him to enjoy her body at his will, kneading her plump breasts and playing with her firm nipples.

Finally, he was able to distinguish her physical differences from Natassia's by touching, feeling her body through his hands and learned that it obviously had a much higher body fat percentage than Natassia's, so he went back to his hardness and then pushed down her waist, entering her from behind, then used his hands to explore her body's curves, slapping her round buttocks at times and listening to her seductive moans as he did so.

He pushed within her for a while before turning her over to share a passionate kiss. He grabbed her bottom with one hand to bring their lower bodies closer together, then lifted one of her legs and placed it on his arm, also making her breasts stick tightly to his chest. He felt that her climax was about to come as her stunning eyes widened while she gave him a firm neck embrace. He enjoyed this delightful moment but kept it under control and refrained from cumming just yet.

His thoughts flitted back to the old days when his childhood sweetheart dragged him through the window of their covert rendezvous spot, a half-abandoned warehouse where they secretly spent time together other than in parks, dance halls, theaters, and outdoors.

She has always been a charming yet reckless girl who frequently sneaked out of the rigorously disciplined ballet school to partake in "dance nights," and he was the collaborator in the crime—as she treated the younger boy like her little brother；Before she was of legal drinking age, she broke into liquor stores covertly. She could easily get what she wanted just by talking to the male clerks with a smile, as they were so mesmerized by her beauty that they couldn't help but touch her hand, they were quickly swatted away by her.

She used to get a 'Hygienic and Sex Education Manual' from somewhere, which the Soviet Union was claimed to have begun distributing in Stalin's later years. Although the manual gave vague descriptions of the anatomical illustrations that had only appeared in the 1950s, he would still read it with her secretly with a blushing face.

They exchanged information from all of the books they had read, greedily hunting for even the tiniest bits of information about sex. However, they were generally confusing—plenty of hints but with no facts.

Back then, talking about sex was frowned upon in Soviet society. It was almost shameful to teach about it in schools and families; contraceptive methods and supplies were also quite limited, so young lovers could only find their own way to enjoy life.

Yet the more this occurs, the more it awakens the desperate for knowledge, rebellious souls in their youth and restless hearts. So, they ended up learning and exploring by experiencing it with their bodies out of curiosity, as it opened the new door to a new world; their desires eventually got out of control more, and they would spend the entire day making love to each other if they got the chance to meet.

The moment they were having sex without restraint in the abandoned warehouse and discovered the administrator entering to do a nighttime patrol was the most memorable to him. No one expected that such an accident would interrupt the collision of their heat bodies, though this surprise was far more thrilling than any pre-orgasmic tense. She almost screamed out as he was doing her from behind that the climax was about to arrive, but she was doing everything she could to stop herself from trembling.

He grabbed her mouth, placed his lips near her ear, and muttered, "Shh," the heat flow released from his body burst uncontrollably deep into her. It has been about a month since their last meeting, and they genuinely miss one another a lot. At this point, young lovers leave inevitable little arguments and grievances all behind because they can fully enjoy their reunion and are not concerned about the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy as she has just finished her period.

But he could easily keep from cumming at this moment when facing April, the woman who stared back at him appeared to be the resurrected form of his dead lover. After giving him another kiss and stroking his still-hard penis, she had finished having her orgasm,after which they left the restroom together, still holding hands, and lingered. She walked to the CD player and put on Leo Sayer's "When I Need You."

"oh come on!you don't have to do this!"

"don't you like it？don't you think it has the power to influence emotions and create a specific atmosphere here?for me it can increase arousal anyway."

"why are you women always being so fussy..."

She pushed him back onto the bed, abruptly pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and put them on him since she couldn't stand to have too much talk or prolonged foreplay anymore.

"what's that for?April?"

"Because I feel that you are like a bad boy who is not well-behaved, I'd like to discipline you a little bit for a while." She said while biting his lips lightly.

"Oh, really, I'll want you to pay me back double once you let go of me, So let me see how much you look forward to it," Camus said, staring at the sexy stunner who was riding on him, her breasts bouncing up and down as she went from slow to fast.

He could feel the frequency and wetness of her contractions starting to increase as she grew more and more excited. More than once, he was close to ejaculating, but he held it in.

April moved over once again and placed herself on him into a 69 position to engage in oral sex. After she swallowed him for a long while, he didn't ejaculate like he did the first time; instead, he took the initiative to give her another orgasm.

She released his handcuffs after deciding to give in first. Without any delay, he reversed the roles and submerged her beneath him, exerting tight control as he began to taste her lips, progressing to her neck and collarbone, then the buds on her chest, and finally her entire body, just as she had tasted him at the beginning.He looked into those familiar and foreign blue eyes and made the closest intimate touch with her once more.

even though April's gaze seemed to be deeper than Natasia's,his distant memories would always come flooding back whenever he stared at those ocean blue eyes in this way because they had the same capacity to evoke strong emotions in him as Natassia's

--All include memories of Natassia and the enjoyable month he spent at the Artek Young Pioneers summer camp when he was a child. This distant past will always hold a most significant and unique place in Camus's heart and will never be forgotten.

Being descended from a noble European family, he was exposed to new ideas there that he had only heard about previously, so a particular part of his memory became increasingly priceless, sacred, and inviolable when he later decided to betray his class by advocate for a more equitable,loving world after realizing how hypocritical the upper classes and elites of humanity really were. His initial inspiration to become a capable Gold Knight came from this: a warrior must be deeply aware of his surroundings, have faith, and have a deep sense of purpose in life. An empty phrase cannot encourage anyone to work tirelessly for a goal that was meant just for them, so he needs to know exactly what he is fighting for—specific people or things, things that he can feel personally.

And in those memories, there will always be that figure of Natassia, the wonderful girl that all the boys in the camp longed for, a beautiful sight to behold that dazzling in the sun; The image of her wearing a bright red wide headband with a golden ponytail, a Young Pioneers uniform, and a bright red scarf, all while holding a red flag high will always be associated with the vast green farmland, the boundless sky of Crimea, and the blue waters of the Black Sea,accompanied by her joyful dance steps and the children singing the Young Pioneers song "Burn the Blue Campfire," as well as the accordion sound of the instructor playing "Katyusha" on bonfire night, all combined to form his everlasting memory.

Therefore, he could never forget her. This phenomenon is known as "misattribution" in psychology. Even though Camus knew the concept well, as he could always examine himself rationally, and even though he had never planned to be interested in or involved with any attractive members of the opposite sex, he still couldn't resist the chance of meeting Natassia at the right time and place.

Initially, this story was supposed to end entirely in a month after everyone went their separate ways. However, what surprised him—though not too much—was that he found out Natassia became a preliminary dancer for the Bolshoi Theater. They could meet again as long as he had the chance to visit there.

At first, he intended to keep his distance from her and avoid further interactions. Still, he unintentionally ran into her in one of the few youth cafeterias near the theater.

Natassia's beauty and outspokenness always drew the attention of everyone around her, and sooner or later, something would happen as she was once accidentally harassed by a drunk man. To avoid the situation, Camus discreetly used his freezing air to push the man away from her, which led to them eventually crossing paths again.She became his buddy for the remainder of his childhood. Although they did not see each other very often, they always agreed to meet whenever possible.

The young boy's unrealistic notion of a beautiful woman vanishes from Camus's view once he gets along with her for a while. Even so, her joyful, tenacious, honest, and self-entertaining personality drew him in as much as her looks, just like a stunning young woman was carrying the spirit of a lovely Russian Babushka,perhaps it was influenced by her tough grandmother, who bravely repelled German invaders from their village during World War II.

Natassia was a warm hue in a cold-color painting, a sunflower standing under the ice and snow, and was the only hustle and bustle that could be sensed in his isolated life. Her presence was like a ray of sunshine that had become a part of his growth.She taught him how to do the ballroom dance but would fall asleep when they watched romantic movies together. She encouraged him to give it a try when he wanted to challenge dangerous moves on the bike but didn't have the guts, and then she would sit on the handlebar without fear; she would occasionally tell him all the things that made her happy and unhappy while doing things that weren't allowed in school, such as taking alcohol underage or eating sweets.

Camus liked watching her happily eat her favorite food. With that type of delight, he would instantly forget all his troubles and misery. He wished he could give her his own share or make every effort to offer the things she loved by overcoming many challenges and barriers just to observe the ways how she enjoyed it--The lovely girl also preferred strong drinks, just like a typical Slav, even though she wasn't old enough to drink. Sometimes, she would introduce him to unfamiliar information and specialties from her hometown in the Far East, like the Chinese Spring Festival fireworks she would liked to show him from the riverbank and her favorite sauce-dipped scallions,or the 60-degree Chinese liquor that her father had brought from the Sino-Russian border which she would keep without planning to drink but took it out one day and decided to finish it all after confiding her anxieties to him as she was in a foul mood when she saw him.

Natassia talked about how the screening committees had discovered her as a young child, how she had grown up away from home, and how she had been through innumerable terrible pains and severe scoldings in order to become a competent Soviet ballerina ever since then. Although this was never her choice, she felt that nothing was impossible to overcome when she considered that this might be the greatest thing she could do for the world and her close friend Olga would be alongside her through it all..Until Olga stopped attending school, Natassia suddenly felt at a loss, and Camus was the only person who would listen to her grievances.

Russian ballet schools have an extremely high elimination rate. Unexpected events like rapid weight growth following puberty, an irreversible injury, or restricted physical ability development can result in dropout.For these reasons, Olga was sent back to her hometown to attend a regular school after leaving Moscow,

-Nadezhda, one of her other friends, seemed to ignore her without any explanation. At first, Natassia was perplexed, but later on in rehearsal, she sensed a erection from Vyacheslav, her male dancing partner and classmate who was also Nadezhda's crush--For them, these things happen. However, Vyacheslav later confessed his love to Natassia, and she rejected him outright, but Nadezhda remained enraged with her.

Students compete with each other more fiercely as their grades rise. Making true friends is becoming increasingly difficult for Natasha, who puts forth the same amount of work as others yet receives far more attention than them.

Being beautiful was a blessing from God, meaning she rarely felt rejected, but it also came with curses.

"I know how much effort Olga has put into ballet. This is so cruel. If I could choose, I would be willing to leave in Olga's place." Natasha breathed a sorrowful sigh: "Even if I didn't choose to dance , I could survive as long as I have hands anyway, and it doesn't matter what I do if it makes Olga happy."

"In other words, You won't feel lost and confused if you quit dancing one day, right?

"Course I won't, little André. Even if I didn't choose to dance, I could survive as long as I have hands , and it doesn't matter what I do if it makes Olga happy."

"Then don't you think that all the hard work you put in at the ballet was wasted?"

"No, Since I go through a sort of military training at the Academy, which shapes me as a tough person by enduring physical stress,my experience will help me do anything even if I am not a dancer anymore, the meaning of life should be more than developing one of my professional skills anyway."

"Well said, Natassia. But if you cannot decide what to do in the future right now, let's continue living this way for the time being; even though we can do anything, the decision of whether or not to stay is not our own because your country trained you to be what you are today. Besides, I don't think you would reconcile yourself to quit before you have the opportunity to participate in a decent performance as a grown-up since you worked so hard for the past years.Olga may share your perspective, too, so it wouldn't be wrong if you fulfill her dream on her behalf."

"Honestly, I don't care too much about artistic achievements. I just want to be like my grandmother since I'm a child of a worker-peasant family, and it doesn't really matter if I'm not a ballet dancer but something else. "

Camus was thinking back on his fate at this point, and it seems his responsibilities since birth were the same as Natassia's, who was also away from home as a kid and picked up by the Soviet state agency to attend rigorous training to become a people's artist. That could be the reason why two people from totally different backgrounds can become friends.

"Though you have yet to quit working, and the purpose of your labor is to use your talent to preserve and transmit the beauty of art, which stands for the global treasures of human creativity as people of different classes and nationalities can share it."

"well. You still seem much older than you are, always. even though I learned it long ago."

"I just said what came to my mind. Do you feel better now?"

"Maybe. But I've thought about it; it doesn't matter whether I make friends in the future,I can't exchange friendships by winning favor,it's not my style.."

"You're right."

"Especially those boys, I always have feelings they come to me for an ulterior motive. But you are different, Andre. You seem to be the only guy in the world with no intention to get something from me other than my father and brother."

"Ah, is that so..." Camus blushed and lowered his head.

"I guess there's nothing wrong with being alone, so I'm free from worries,besides, I'm quite contented to have you as my friend,the only friend."

"...It's an honor to have you think of me this way,na..."

"Alright!!I'm going to open this bottle of wine right now."

"Then... you have to be careful not to drink too much..."

He was meant to remind her and remove the bottle cap for her in a gentlemanly manner, but she chewed the bottle open with her teeth before he could respond. He watched in amazement as she drank almost a bottle of wine in one go and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

He realized as soon as he smelled the liquor that it was quite strong and tasted different than vodka. As expected, she promptly collapsed after drinking most of the bottle

All he could do was use his networking to get the blonde girl, who had taken to the bacchanalian dance, a room in a tiny hotel on her own. Along with having to explain to everyone that she had just unintentionally consumed alcohol, he also had to leave the message and quickly leave.That's why she was very embarrassed to see him the next day and thought her behavior was inappropriate as a few years older sister who was supposed to provide protection, even though she knew he didn't mind what happened last time.

However, it seems that a girl of her age would hardly consider a younger playmate of the opposite sex—not her younger brother—as her only best friend.Though she had lost all other close friends, she could maintain a friendship with him.

But Natassia was unaware that she was becoming more emotionally dependent on the little boy she treated as a younger brother than before, despite being three and a half years older than him, she had to seek his advice on the big and small problems that needed to be solved, especially when he started growing taller than her.

"Andre, what do you think?how is my outfit?"

The beautiful young woman in front of him was nervously preparing for the major performance in Moscow for a foreign delegation that was on a visit. There was going to be a banquet after the show. Since this was the first time she had attended an event of this nature, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious. She approached him to ask his opinion before deciding to wear a red dress to the dinner.

"If you wear a dress like this, you must wear it with confidence, remove the scarf, and... hmm,your upper body shorts seem to clash with your skirt. I suggest it would look better if you changed it to cool colors.

"Oh, really? I don't know much about this,but based on your advice, I might give it a shot. As my grandmother used to say, clothes enhance people's beauty; instead, I'm the one who enhances the beauty of the clothing if I wear any of them. Since my most memorable moments have already been spent on stage, I will look excellent in whatever I wear and don't need to worry too much about everyday clothes."

"That's true."

"though my brother said I look like a babushka when I wear a headscarf."

"Ah, I think he was also righ .."

"But Andre, you are incredible. You seem to know almost everything. You know how to dress in addition to being able to identify every intricate constellation in the sky. Are there any things you don't know about in this world?"

He just shrugged, spread his hands in a gentlemanly manner while cocked his head, and tenderly grinned at her without saying anything.