The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 349 - 348 – Bridal Chamber

"You bastard! Don't push your luck—I'm not that easy!" she growled through gritted teeth, her pride flaring up as she squirmed harder.

John smirked, completely unbothered. "If you want to bite me, wait until no one's around. It wouldn't look good for someone with the reputation of Master Bertha."

"My image has already been destroyed by you, you shameless bastard!"

She glared at him but hesitated as she noticed the number of people watching them from the street. Indeed, now wasn't the time to bite him. She sighed internally—when no one was around, then she'd make him pay.

Wait a minute.

When no one's around?

Bite?

Her thoughts caught up with her mouth, and suddenly her face turned scarlet. Realizing the innuendo she'd unintentionally made, Bertha buried her face deep into John's chest, too mortified to look up.

Thankfully, the pedestrians didn't seem to recognize her.

Although Master Bertha's name was well-known within the martial arts world, her actual appearance wasn't. She had become a leader in the Central US Martial Arts League right after graduating from the Houston Martial Arts School, thanks to her talent and the support of Alexandra.

Her photo had only ever been shown internally within the school, and access to those records required credentials.

Even someone like Anita, who had once mingled in Houston's entertainment circles, had only heard of Master Bertha, never realizing that Bertha was her sister.

So there was little risk of random strangers identifying her.

Still, her embarrassment overpowered logic, and she hid her face as John carried her all the way to the Long Family estate.

Seeing John safe and sound, Arno rushed out to greet him with visible relief. "Thank heavens you're alright! Did you find out who the killer was?"

John smiled lightly. "Don't worry. Alexandra handled it. It was just a misunderstanding."

"That's a relief." Arno let out a breath, then eyed the woman in John's arms with curiosity. "And this is...?"

Bertha violently shook her head and buried herself deeper into John's chest.

John grinned mischievously. "This is the famous—HISS!"

A sharp pain shot through his chest. Bertha had bitten him through his shirt, warning him to keep his mouth shut. That woman was ruthless!

John cleared his throat and changed his words. "This is, uh... a little wife I picked up along the way."

Without waiting for more questions, he rushed past Arno and into his private villa with Bertha still in his arms.

This villa had been specially arranged for him—secluded and quiet.

As soon as they were inside, Bertha exploded. "You jerk! Put me down right now!"

"Nope!" John grinned, tightening his hold.

"You bastard, you won't let me go? You deserve this!"

With a snarl, she bit into his chest again.

John didn't flinch. Instead, he launched them both onto the bed and, in the motion, let his hand slide across her chest, giving a firm squeeze.

"AH—!"

Bertha shrieked and immediately let go of her bite. In a panic, she kicked her slender leg hard into John's abdomen.

He winced but kept laughing as he rubbed his chest. The pain was real—but her flustered expression was worth it.

Seeing his goofy, disgruntled expression, Bertha suddenly burst out laughing. "Serves you right, you pervert!"

"You dare challenge me? Alright then—fuck it. I'll fuck you today!"

Eyes narrowing, John grabbed her wrists and pinned her beneath him. As she tried to kick him again, he countered by trapping her legs under his own, completely subduing her.

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In moments, she was helpless beneath him.

A flicker of panic crossed her face. She twisted under him, but her struggle was futile.

Turning her head away in flushed embarrassment, she muttered softly, "Please... be gentle."

Chapter 349 – Provocation

She stopped struggling and turned her flushed face away, closing her eyes tight.

Her long lashes trembled slightly.

The tension in her body was palpable as John leaned closer. She trembled, caught between nervousness and anticipation.

She could feel his breath. It was warm. Heavy. Intimate.

Her breathing quickened.

Then she felt his kiss.

But instead of her lips... it landed softly on her forehead.

"I told you," John said playfully. "You're such a fool."

Her eyes flew open.

She saw his smirk and instantly realized she'd been tricked.

"You bastard!"

Infuriated and humiliated, she slammed her forehead upward, aiming for his chin.

John, prepared for retaliation, caught himself with one hand like doing a push-up and narrowly avoided the attack.

"It rained all night," he said casually. "Go take a shower. We'll head out for dinner after."

And with that, he dashed out of the room before she could react.

That was close.

Even he had nearly lost control when she stopped resisting and became as docile as a lamb beneath him.

So damn tempting.

As for Bertha, lying there, stunned... a strange emptiness settled in her chest.

Why do I feel... disappointed?

She shook her head quickly. "What the hell am I thinking? That's so embarrassing... It's all that damn John's fault!"

Grumbling under her breath, she stomped into the bathroom.

In the living room of the Long Family estate, everyone eyed John suspiciously.

They had seen him rush in with a woman clutched tightly in his arms. Now, barely a few minutes later, he came strolling out looking refreshed.

"Mr. Lopez..." someone started to ask.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't," John interrupted.

"Got it," Arno chuckled awkwardly.

Just then, Jacob came sprinting into the room.

"I knew you'd be okay!" he shouted with excitement.

John scowled. "Shouldn't you be in school? Why are you running around like a stray dog?"

"I'm not running around! I didn't have many classes today, so I came over after."

"That is running around," John snapped.

Arno looked sheepish. "We told him to make himself at home. He's no trouble."

Jacob added quickly, "I just came to collect my winnings! I told the Long Family juniors you'd come back safe, and they didn't believe me. I bet 50 fen!"

Arno's face darkened. "Which rude brats made that bet? I'll deal with them!"

But Jacob grinned and kept his mouth shut.

John slapped him upside the head. "How dare you bet on my life? And only 50 fen?!"

"Please don't hit me! I brought information!"

Jacob tried to flee, dodging slaps while shouting, "I have intel! Valuable intel!"

"Your intelligence better be worth something," John muttered.

"It is! Let's talk in private."

Curious despite himself, John dragged Jacob into a secluded room. "Alright, spill it."

Jacob glanced around cautiously, then pulled out his phone and showed John a news article.

"I know you don't check the news often, but you need to see this."

The article described a British man named Wilson who claimed to have reached the soul realm and was publicly challenging the Oracle King.

He announced that he'd be waiting on a remote Pacific island. He wouldn't reveal the exact date due to time zone variances but promised to wait for three days.

If the Oracle King didn't show up—he'd be labeled a coward.

John read the article with visible disinterest.

He'd seen this kind of thing before.

Every so often, clowns popped up from other nations thinking they could provoke him into a duel.

But unless they crossed a line—violating US borders or endangering lives—they weren't worth his attention.

That's why the Oracle Palace no longer even bothered passing such messages along.

Seeing John's unimpressed expression, Jacob panicked.

"I'm serious! This Wilson guy might actually be powerful. The media says his soul realm is legit!"

John flicked Jacob's forehead.

"Never trust what the media says. But..."

His eyes narrowed.

"...Wilson's timing is interesting."