Darkstone Code-Chapter 939 - 937: Striving for Dreams

Downstairs, the hosts and other young people were smiling with youthful expressions as they danced among a group of girls to music with a strong rhythm.

There were no specific dance moves, not like ballroom dancing which requires an occasion. It was simply jumping freely, venting the excess energy of the youth.

Their hands wandered across the bodies of different girls, and instead of a slap, the girls pressed closely against them.

This is the decadent life of young people, but such a life does not represent everyone.

Smoking, drinking, sex, all sensory stimulations were multiplying; downstairs seemed like a group of monsters performing pre-meal exercises.

Faced with Catherine’s question "Do you want to go down and have some fun?", Lynch shook his head, "No need, my desire for this is very low, and also..."

He shook his head with his wine glass in hand, "It’s very childish, don’t you think?"

Catherine had "eliminated" all competitors at school, and her method to win Lynch was to first become his "buddy."

It sounds absurd, but that’s the truth. Initially, she provided Lynch with plans and advice, informed him whose figure was the best, what the peculiar features of someone’s body were, and what those girls liked.

Back then Lynch was very touched, just as a girl couldn’t resist a handsome male best friend, a boy couldn’t resist a considerate female buddy.

Then they were together all the time; others might think them weird, and they felt weird too, but they were brothers.

Talking about women, sharing dreams together.

With Catherine’s help, the flaws of those cheerleaders were magnified by her bit by bit, to the point that Lynch found it hard to accept.

"I know, her breasts are indeed beautiful, but she has very severe athlete’s foot; you don’t know what it smells like when she returns to the dorm every day!" At the time, Catherine made a face of unbearable annoyance and shook as boys do after using the toilet.

Lynch’s interest in that girl immediately extinguished; he liked beautiful breasts, but if the cost was enduring foot odor every day, he’d rather...

After defeating all opponents, the two drank a little in secret, and everything happened naturally.

She was not a girl who knew nothing and couldn’t do anything; she clearly understood what a young man wanted, but she couldn’t be sure if the current Lynch was the same as the past Lynch.

Lynch’s response was both expected and somewhat surprising to her, "You don’t have to care about my feelings, you know, we’ve already broken up..."

Lynch extended his hand to embrace Catherine’s neck and kissed her.

After a while, their lips parted, and Lynch smiled as he spoke, "Do you know what I was thinking at that time?"

Catherine looked at him tenderly, her mind a bit confused, "Which time are you talking about?"

"That night, we drank a little..."

These memories were fresh and interesting for "Lynch," even though they weren’t his own experiences, recalling these events through memories made him want to laugh.

Catherine asked him, "What were you thinking?"

Lynch softly said, "I thought we were good buddies, but actually, you wanted to sleep with me."

Catherine laughed after hearing, "That was the only method I could think of."

She was somewhat proud; it was one of the peak moments of the feminist movement, which led young girls at the time to boldly pursue the boys they liked.

As long as they weren’t too... like that kind of boy, they’d have wonderful experiences at school, which men of that era refer to as the "Golden Era."

No picky choices, any man would do, the goal of stamp collecting was not just beauty but also curiosity.

Girls even used sleeping with some "ugly" or "physically flawed" boys to prove they were modern girls, how astonishing!

In this situation, if Catherine didn’t use a little trick, she might not have become the final winner.

The recollection of the past might be the most beautiful adornment at this moment; the two were very close, almost, or rather, just leaning against each other.

Observing the young, heat-emitting men and women from above, "How have you felt during these months working at the President’s Mansion?"

Catherine also held a wine glass; drinking a bit at this moment helped the atmosphere, "What feelings?"

"The President’s Mansion, the building."

After thinking for a moment, Catherine answered seriously, "It’s very big, with many rooms, but all the paintings on the walls are replicas; at first, I thought they were real."

"Aside from these, it’s too noisy there; everyone is loudly expressing their thoughts, just across a hallway, you can’t even hear what the person on the other end is saying to you..."

She spoke a lot about her experiences at the President’s Mansion; most were complaints. In the end, she curiously asked, "Why ask about this?"

Lynch played with her hand, "I used to say, we will live in the best room in the world, eat the best steak..."

Catherine continued, "And get the biggest TV, doing nothing every day, just lying on the sofa watching TV shows."

She couldn’t help but laugh again after saying that, "Bloody hell, you remember that."

Lynch looked at her, "Can’t forget, definitely can’t forget in this lifetime."

Someone once said: A person’s success is the best revenge against the hardships of the past.

The more things happen during downfall, the harder they are to forget.

Even though many were not "Lynch’s" personal experiences, those memories still occasionally appear in his mind.

The girl was silent for a while, suddenly feeling a bit panicked, "I’m afraid I can’t do it."

Lynch had once told her to strive to become the first female president in Federation history, but she always took that statement as a joke.

She doesn’t believe she can become the first female president in Federation history; this has already surpassed the boundaries of a joke, an imagination completely devoid of logical relation to reality.

Lynch turned to look at the crowd below, "So we all need to work hard."

Catherine pursed her lips, "Yes, we all need to work hard..."

Then, to avoid appearing too different from the others, they mingled below and joined in the games with others.

The joy of young people revolves around fun and play; they blended into the crowd, jumping around amidst the girls, experiencing all sorts of strange sensations.

In the evening, Catherine stayed at Lynch’s villa, and the next morning, as she rose, she looked at Lynch with a peculiar expression.

"Is there something on my face?" he asked Catherine.

Catherine was wearing his shirt, her two rounded, bare legs emitting an indescribably alluring beauty under the sunlight, almost as tempting as food.

"Are you a pervert?" she asked.

Lynch looked puzzled, and the girl explained, "I noticed your servant with a collar on her neck; I’ve heard of this kink, I didn’t expect you’re now into such big games!"

"That was just a small accident..." Lynch explained the origin and process of the matter to Catherine.

Their current relationship is somewhat complicated, not exactly a boyfriend-girlfriend situation, yet they’re each other’s closest, almost like they’re back to their initial relationship - brothers.

Listening to Lynch’s words, Catherine was somewhat at a loss for what to say, "You don’t have to do this, just give her a job directly."

"She wouldn’t be able to bear it." Lynch shook his head, speaking as he walked towards the bathroom, "When you give someone something they cannot bear, they start imagining your purpose behind it."

"She obviously doesn’t deserve this treatment, I mean, there are too many servants in Bupen, and her professional ability isn’t the best."

"So, in principle, I initially didn’t intend to keep her."

He twisted the faucet open, and water from the shower sprayed onto him, "Then Penny, you know that girl?"

He beckoned to Catherine, who then took off the shirt and entered the bathroom as well.

"She begged me to do this, claiming it as compensation; I actually don’t think it’s excessive, on the contrary, it’s a good thing for her."

"She doesn’t need to carry some unnecessary thoughts, she only needs to give something specific at a specific time and place, she can get a job and an extra subsidy, gaining more than she loses, and she can accept all this calmly."

Upon hearing this, Catherine sighed lightly, "You always have many reasons..."

"I just like considering for others, I don’t want a girl bearing too heavy a burden."

At eight o’clock, after they washed and ate breakfast, Catherine left.

As for Catherine, the servant knew her.

The title "Flower of the People" resonates too much; almost everyone knows, also as the most popular woman in Bupen and even the whole Federation, it’s normal to draw attention from the same sex.

It’s just... Her situation leaves the servant guessing, she doesn’t seem like a lover, the conversations and interactions with Lynch have no hint of flattery.

This is unlike Penny, Penny always carries ideas and actions to please Lynch when interacting with him.

She and Lynch are more like family who are on equal footing, with a very close kinship, this feeling is very strange, and the servant doesn’t know if his guess is right, holding a tentative attitude toward his conclusion.

Watching Catherine leave, Lynch sat at the table and naturally opened the newspaper.

On the front page headline was someone he knew, the young Count.

The Gafura Merchant Group’s visit to the Federation might explode as today’s big news; actually, before this, even the Federation Government didn’t know that the Federation Merchant Group’s competitiveness in the Amelia region was continuously being weakened, and the influence of the Gafura Merchant Group was actively spreading.

Even if the Governor claims he can maintain neutrality, can he really do it?

Obviously, he cannot.

Since he cannot, he will definitely affect the specific situation.

Gafura’s capital begins to inflate, and within half a year, it is already dissatisfied with the current wealth in its grasp, wishing to expand outward.

If currently any place holds the most business opportunities, undoubtedly, it is the Federation!

So the Gafura Merchant Group suddenly decided to visit the Federation, Mr. Truman had not received prior notice, and the other party was already about to arrive at the Federation.

The only good news might be that this visit is just a civilian visit, without heavy political nuances.