Unlike Emma's voluptuousness, fair complexion, and strength, Ruth's figure was more lithe, bony, and delicate. Her personality and desires were equally reserved, so much so that even as Lübeck held her in his arms, he wasn't sure if she would satisfy what he offered.
"Do you still want it?" Lübeck whispered softly in her ear.
"It's already dawn, do you still want it?" Ruth replied softly.
"Whenever you want, I'm here anytime," Lübeck said. Then, feeling no guilt, he added, "As long as I'm with you, I'll always meet your needs."
Ruth smiled back, her eyes deep and captivating. She said nothing, simply caressing Lübeck's arms around her.
Looking at the faint reddish-purple morning light filtering through the window, Ruth turned back and asked, "When you go back, did you visit the place where we grew up?"
"No, why do you ask?" "I'm a little homesick. Not really, but I miss the feeling of home. Maybe it's just the feeling I get when I live there."
"I'm here with you," Lübeck said, one arm around her waist, the other stroking her shoulder to comfort her.
"There's no religious persecution, no epidemics, no war or oppression here. Isn't that wonderful?" Lübeck asked casually.
"Yes, I wish my hometown could be like this," Ruth said, a smile on her lips, and she snuggled closer to Lübeck.
Just then, the sound of a service carriage arriving on the path outside the courtyard came.
"Wait a minute," Lübeck said to Ruth, putting on his coat, and walked out of the house, the courtyard, and onto the road. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and said to the orderly,
"Give this to Trudy. This is a crew list. We have a sailing mission coming up soon. Please tell everyone on this list to take leave and go home and be ready to go."
"Yes, sir," the orderly took the document and kept it safe. He saluted, got into the carriage, and was about to leave.
"Oh, by the way, tell Trudy to tell everyone on this list that if they have family matters and can't leave, they can ask for leave. I can arrange for someone else. Also, send a car to pick me up for Joachim's funeral."
"Yes, sir."
Turning back into the house, Lübeck found that the warmth he had just felt was over. Ruth, whom he had been thinking about, was already dressed and preparing food with Emma. Seeing Lübeck return, she just glanced at him and went into the kitchen with a smile on her face, as if she was laughing at herself. Emma wasn't so reserved. She gave Lübeck a big hug when she saw him that morning. Lübeck, moved by her enthusiasm, hugged her tightly, lifted her feet off the ground, and when he lowered her, he even grabbed her chubby cheeks. Emma's face showed a look of enjoyment.
"You're all busy, so I'll go check on the child," Lübeck said.
"You go ahead, though. Actually, there's no need. He's sleeping. Go check on him," Emma said, rocking Lübeck for a moment before letting go.
Lübeck walked into Emma's room and saw his son sleeping in his cradle. His little hands and face were as round and translucent as white jade. Gazing at the newborn, Lübeck couldn't help but recall his own life's ups and downs. To make a living, he worked as a laborer, then in business, and later in a shipyard. Then, when war came, he joined the navy.
After a life of ups and downs, Lübeck finally had his own child. He didn't want his child to suffer as much as he had. But looking at this boy, he knew he was destined to face many hardships if he was to grow into a true man. Seeing the child still sound asleep, Lübeck sat on the bed and leaned back, his hand resting on the bed. It felt as if Emma's warmth lingered in the quilt, and her voice and figure flashed before his eyes. Lübeck hesitated, looking at the child, before leaving the room.
In the kitchen, Ruth and Emma had already heated up the food in the pot and were chatting by the stove. Lübeck walked up behind them, standing between them, his arms around their waists, looking at each other with a look of delight, and rocking their bodies.
"What, you don't want to watch the child anymore? Then I'll go," Emma's voice was clear and loud.
Ruth, shaken to the point of being unsteady, her frail frame, said, "I'll go," and then she left with a smile. It was unclear whether she was laughing at her own frailty or at Lübeck for flirting with Emma again after flirting with her that morning. He watched Ruth's retreating figure, then retracted his gaze. Before him stood the vibrant, youthful Emma. At nineteen, she was practically his daughter's age. This was perhaps a privilege afforded him as the leader of Sanctuary; otherwise, why would such a young woman be so attracted to him?
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Ever since the war situation had deteriorated, Lübeck had obeyed military orders and taken up this task. Clearly, in this dimension transcending time and space, the outcome of the war no longer mattered, but the organization issuing his orders remained, and the plan was still underway. He simply had no idea where or who was issuing them, and all he could do was obey.
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Emma's large, lively eyes were full of life. Lübeck held her waist tightly with one arm, pulling her against him, and placed his other hand on her breast, gently caressing it through her shirt. Emma slowly closed her eyes, her lips parted as she began to breathe. The firelight reflected off her white shirted arm and fair cheek, giving them a faint blush. As he caressed her breasts, Lübeck gently grasped them with his fingers. They were swollen, milk seeping through Emma's shirt, but Emma didn't know it yet.
"Can I have some too?" Lübeck asked, lifting her shirt.
Emma opened her eyes, looked at her breasts, then at him, and pouted.
"You can only have one; save the other for the baby."
Given her permission, Lübeck wrapped one arm around Emma's waist and the other around her shoulders, burying his head in her embrace. But it felt more like Lübeck was massaging Emma's breasts with his lips. Instead of relieving the pressure, it only made them firmer and fuller. Emma's hands, which had been resting on Lübeck's waist, now cupped his cheeks and asked, "What are you doing? Did you eat it?"
"Yeah," Lübeck searched his memory for the moment, trying to answer the question of whether he had eaten it or not.
"How big do you think your son's mouth is?" Emma asked, looking at Lübeck's bewildered face.
"Are you going to stuff it all in his mouth?" Emma held Lübeck's head back with both hands, pushing it until his lips could only hold the areola.
The child seemed to wake up and was crying a little in the room. Ruth was carrying him out to find his mother. She looked down at the child as he walked through the door. She looked up into the living room and saw Lübeck and Emma in the kitchen.
Lübeck heard a voice and turned his head slightly to see Ruth, holding the child, walking towards him. She grinned and turned back, coaxing the child, muttering, "Don't worry, little Lübeck. Mommy'll be here to feed you in a minute, okay?" as she walked back to Emma's room.
"Okay, why don't you come and learn from your son?" Emma smiled, gently pushing Lübeck aside and walking back.
Lübeck didn't follow, realizing his limited time with the mother and child. Looking at Emma's back, he decided to do what he could for them. Then he extinguished the stove and brought the breakfast dishes to the table, setting them up and covering them in bowls so they would be just the right temperature for Emma to eat after feeding her child.
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