Usually, even if this dog System didn't speak human language, its prompts were highly reliable...
Reliable like a White Walker!
What kind of System tempts and goads its Host into making mistakes like this?
If this dog System could manifest physically, Jon would rush up immediately to punch and kick it, then jump high and stomp out the fire in its crotch.
But that wasn't the main point. The most important thing was that after the System's prompt, Jon was actually a little tempted.
But recalling the past experiences of being dominated by the System, Jon decisively chose to...
Slide-kneel!
"System! System-bro! Big Brother System! Give me the One-Click Auto-Pilot! I want to level up so bad!"
Reciting this in his mind, Jon issued the command, hoping to quickly skip the current chapter and get himself out of this predicament.
However, to his disappointment, the System's voice suddenly changed and started lecturing him.
[Young man, take my advice. Shortcuts are not advisable. Knowing everything will only harm you. Just like now, look closely at the Queen. Learn to distinguish between opportunity and a trap...]
At this, Jon looked toward the sound. The woman of the Protector of the Realm had removed her outer robe. Under the thin Essosi silk gown, her curves were fully revealed.
Even though she was a woman in her thirties and the mother of the Crown Prince, her voluptuous, mature, and noble aura completely crushed many younger girls.
Seeing this, the transmigrator instantly felt his throat go dry and subconsciously swallowed.
The young man's reaction had nothing to do with his character or willpower; it was just the subconscious reaction of a young body.
However, facing such a provocative Queen, Jon pinched his thigh hard to avoid falling into the tender trap of the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms.
Although this beauty faded somewhat with time, with the added status of Queen and married woman, she became even more dangerously seductive.
At this moment, Jon didn't care about the conditions the beauty offered. Instead, he secretly wondered how Lord Eddard could bear to refuse Cersei back then.
Of course, in Jon's view, it was obviously because the old man couldn't get it up, so he acted all righteous.
Thinking of this, the transmigrator couldn't help but laugh out loud. The willpower he had gathered, strong enough to break stone, instantly dissipated.
Then, Jon let go completely.
He strode forward and stopped by the table under Cersei's panicked gaze. Then, to the Queen's bewildered surprise, he poured himself a cup of Dornish Red. Ignoring the murderous glare of the Lannister, he sat down on a chair just a step away from her.
After carefully savoring the changes in Cersei's expression, the transmigrator grinned.
"My dear Queen, if you are talking about the candidate for Warden of the East, surely what I can ask for... goes far beyond this?"
As he said this, Jon had already seized the absolute initiative, and his other hand slowly reached for the Queen's shoulder.
In that instant just now, the transmigrator had grasped the essence of A Song of Ice and Fire.
In this world of slaughter and bedding, gentleness is nothing but a hypocritical mask for those who have not yet reached power.
A supreme ruler like Robert could do whatever he wanted. And aside from accusing him of laziness, people wouldn't dare kick him off the throne.
On the other hand, a moral paragon like Ned, besides dying from his own constraints, only deserved to have his head spiked on the wall.
Although Jon didn't know why he had such an epiphany, as his fingertips slowly moved down, he felt not only the hot skin but also the trembling recoil. The sensation traveled back up his arm, causing blood to rush to various parts of his body, making them hard as iron.
Just as the Queen involuntarily let out a gasp, the transmigrator suddenly stopped his wandering hand. He sat back in his chair as if everything that just happened was only in his imagination.
However, the residual warmth and fragrance on his fingertips told him that he might have activated the true bloodline of the Wolf of the North, about to begin his life of cruelty and cunning.
As for the gentleness and humility he showed before, just like Ghost's snow-white fur, it was destined to become his most deceptive camouflage.
Meanwhile, opposite the transmigrator, Cersei was first teased beyond control, then left aside in the cold. After this back-and-forth, even though the Queen was being blackmailed and needed Snow's help, she couldn't tolerate such humiliation.
In the next moment, the Lannister family motto was fully displayed by her.
"Damn little bastard! You don't really think I will yield to your threats forever, do you?"
"Naturally not, Your Grace."
"Then, do you need me to summon the guards?"
"What a coincidence. I really want to see the expression on the guards' faces when they find the Queen cheating."
After a verbal spar, neither of the two opponents took action, staying completely at the level of verbal posturing.
Then, even the awkward silence couldn't cover up their gazes and breathing.
However, as their eyes continued to clash, Jon suddenly had an epiphany. He downed the wine in his cup in one go but didn't swallow it.
Not only that, the transmigrator stepped forward, looked down at the Queen from above, then pinched her chin and planted a heavy kiss on her lips.
Turning himself into a wine pitcher, Jon quickly fed the wine to her.
When he lifted his head to look at the Queen again, her eyes were already glazed over, clearly experiencing such stimulation for the first time.
Seeing the prep work was about done, the Wolf of the North didn't waste any more words. He scooped up the Queen and turned toward the massive carriage.
At the same time, the restless System chimed in again with a proposal.
[Duplicate scenario detected. Initiate One-Click Auto-Pilot to help you skip the current scene? Note: This option does not affect the randomized reward distribution.]
"Absolutely not necessary!"
When the carriage door slammed shut, the entire vehicle began to rock. The loud noises, even through several layers of tents, were unlikely to be muffled.
However, unexpectedly, the Red Cloaks, loyal to their duty, didn't change their expressions at all upon hearing the noise.
Not only that, they expanded their perimeter, moving further away from the tent.
Even the handmaiden who had summoned Jon chose to stay as far away as possible after observing carefully.
It wasn't until the moon rose above the treetops that the commotion inside quieted down.
When the scene shifted back inside the tent, the man and woman had already put their clothes back on, and their conversation had returned to normal.
"So, Robert has made up his mind to let Jaime take over the East, is that right?"
At this moment, Cersei played with her golden hair while probing Jon with eyes that were overflowing with emotion.
However, facing such an ardent gaze, Jon chose to be serious in his heart.
"Correct. As long as the King gives the order, the Hand signs the appointment, and Lady Lysa doesn't object..."
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