The Devil Inside

Even if West took action personally, he might not be able to get the upper hand. What is the current situation? There is Monica, a man in front of him, and a bunch of monsters appearing. It is probably not a good sign.

He exclaimed: "Sword Ghost Alan's strength is obvious to all! Who are you? You killed him with two swords. With such strength... you shouldn't be unknown! Who did you learn this skill from?"

Han Solo held the sword horizontally, and threw all the blame on Monica: "Teacher Monica taught you well."

West looked at Monica.

Monica said seriously: "Organizational cultivation, personal efforts. My role in this is minimal.

Chapter 149 #148 Streamlining Office Work

The night is as dark as ink and it is already early morning.

Monica's study is on the third floor of the main building of the Shadow Association. The lamps in the study are not the common iron chandeliers of this era, but more advanced strip lamps.

Similar to the LED light strips on Earth, it is energy-saving, environmentally friendly, simple and elegant, but the luminous material is not candlelight, but magic crystal.

The warm light shone down, and Monica's skin glowed like the Virgin Mary.

"I can't understand it."

Han Solo looked at Monica and shook his head stubbornly.

Monica stood in front of him, her hands folded on her belly. "What don't you understand, Master Han?"

"Why are you—wearing a swimsuit?"

It wasn't that Monica wasn't dressed properly, she wasn't wearing any clothes at all.

Don't know what she is thinking.

It is a set of purple underwear. The material is solid and looks very textured. The peony embroidery on the underwear is very elaborate and looks dignified and elegant. It looks to be of great value.

Besides.

It's a pair of incredibly bright horse oil thigh-high socks and a pair of high-heeled speed shoes.

Monica looked calm and corrected him, "Sir, this is not a swimsuit, it's just ordinary underwear."

"Is that the point?"

Han Solo is really impressed.

He sat on the rocking chair and spread out his hands: "Tell me why you are not wearing clothes. Monica, you need to understand clearly that we are comrades and superiors and subordinates. If your subordinates came to you dressed like this, what would you think?"

"Um---.-"

pat.

Monica raised her hands and adjusted the bra straps. As she loosened her fingers, the elastic band hit her skin, making a crisp sound.

She argued, "It's like this, Lord Han. Some time ago, I went to Oz for an inspection. The Mage Tower there is carrying out administrative reforms and advocating 'streamlining of office work', which has achieved fruitful results. I was thinking whether I should learn from it and try it out here as well."

Han Solo was just speechless.

He knew Oz, the land of wizards, with a high level of academic theory and practical experience.

In the game, that place is indeed undergoing a "streamlining" reform.

Integrating departments, reducing staff, cutting unnecessary procedures, speeding up social operations, and under the supervision of the young King of Oz, "Flash Sylvia", the reforms have achieved great results.

but!

Han Solo folded his fingers and raised them to his chest.

He looked at Monica's fearless face and asked, "How much have you streamlined?"

"My idea is to start from small to large, from shallow to deep. The first step of streamlining reform should be to implement it from clothing. For the next period of time, I will attack in the form of underwear and maintain the appearance you see now.

Let’s see the results.”

"Are you serious?"

Monica smiled, "Yes, sir."

“Should I also streamline it?”

"Sir, I can help you take it off myself."

They are really going to rebel!

There is no need to be polite to such a shameless subordinate.

Han Solo pointed at Monica's nose and cursed, "You are obscene! Your mind is full of spring, and you only think about mating, like a wild dog! You also streamline your office----Don't think I don't know what you are thinking! Monica, you are a celebrity and a strong person. You don't need to flatter me. Just be normal and you can win my respect, okay?"

Who would have thought?

The famous black wizard is actually such a pervert in private.

You come to work in your underwear, right? Okay, okay.

Monica stood as majestic as a mountain, but did not move: "Sir, I'm afraid you have misunderstood."

"What did I misunderstand?"

"I don't need your respect. I just want your conquest and domination. Moreover, I have been very restrained. If you really follow my idea, then I will only have a pair of high heels on me now, nothing else."

Hard.

fist.

Monica is shameless and Han Solo doesn't know what to do.

If she is not capable, just kick her out of the door. No one dares to show up here.

but·-

Monica is not only beautiful, but also one of the strongest fighters and very famous.

After hearing her side of the story, Han Solo was shocked!

She was able to escape unscathed from a mysterious being. It was a good decision to give her the Seal of the Four Heavenly Kings.

Such a strong person should at least know how to respect and love himself, right?

She and Han Solo respect each other, and Han Solo can accept her getting along as comrades or as friends.

What happens now?

Han Solo hates to say this, but Monica kind of..."

Too cheap.

He acted like a Star Fury, belittling himself. Han Solo was really worried. From what he had heard and seen, he really treated Monica as a cheap product and treated her roughly.

That was not his wish.

After a brief silence, Han Solo said, "Put on your clothes first, and then we will talk about business."

"Yes, my lord."

Monica nodded, raised her feet, and walked away swayingly.

Her body is really beautiful.

Her skin is as white as cream, her legs are long and her waist is thin. When she steps on her high heels, her thick buttocks tremble and the water ripples.

Monica returned to her room, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.

As a master spellcaster, she has enough patience and will not be easily shaken.

Her actions today were because she saw that things had ended successfully and Han Solo was in high spirits, so she took the initiative and attacked boldly!

Maybe Lord Han wants to celebrate?

It didn't go as planned, which is a pity.

Monica slowly put on her clothes, thinking secretly: "I have to work harder. There is more than one beauty around Lord Han. It's also my mistake. When I recruited students, I shouldn't have cared about their appearance. Viola, Rachel, and Leila,

They all look so good.”

[Monica was anxious. She was confident about her appearance, but compared to her three students, she had no advantage.]

[When she thought about the affection between the respected Master Han and her students, she couldn't suppress her jealousy! No matter what, the person closest to Master Han should be her. She thought so.]

[Raid was successfully launched, free points +10 (from Monica). )

Han Solo sat on the recliner and saw the words constructed from the golden sand.

Any unexpected gains?

And look at the content ——

Master Monica is not as calm as she seems. She has her own anxieties.

"My Lord, I am coming in."

Knock, knock! Monica was very well-mannered. She knocked on the door first before coming in.

Still, dressed as usual.

She raised her hand and smiled, her face was not gloomy at all, and she seemed to have never been troubled: "Should I change my style? Before I met you, I didn't care about dressing up. My closet was full of gray turtlenecks and pencil skirts, which seemed a bit monotonous."

Han Solo said without even looking up: "Once this storm has calmed down, we can go to the capital. There should be quite a few clothing stores there."

"That's what you said. I'm looking forward to it."

The smile on Monica's face became brighter. She was about to sit down when Han Solo suddenly looked up and said, "Now, take off your clothes."

"Yes?"

Monica is pleased.

Han Solo sneered and added, "Streamline your work, from small to large, from shallow to deep, that's what you said. Bring out your shameless energy, tidy up, and take off your clothes once more, right now."

Monica's throat tightened and her heart beat faster.

Han Solo's demands don't seem excessive, they're all for "streamlining the office," just going back to square one.

But doing it yourself and being asked to do it by others are two completely different concepts.

Subconsciously, out of self-protection, Monica had a slight resistance and she didn't want to follow the order.

soon.

A tsunami of excitement came over me, overwhelming my rationality.

"Yes—your Excellency."

She nodded obediently and began to take off her clothes.

Chapter 150 #149 The Revival of the First Generation

After actually getting started, Monica discovered that there were more difficulties than she had imagined.

Mr. Han's sight...

It is a huge source of interference.

His eyes showed neither joy nor sadness, he just watched quietly, but Monica had a lot more to consider.

When taking off a skirt, should you lift your left foot or your right foot first?

No.

It doesn't matter. What matters is whether bending too low might be indecent.

Nor is it.

Should I take off my shirt first?

When bending over like that, the fat accumulation should bring a strong visual impact and give Lord Han a feast for the eyes.

Thinking about this, Monica took off her gray turtleneck top and put it on the sofa.

Her movements were gentle, taking longer than usual to strip herself clean.

The temperature is a little high.

Monica's face flushed, she put her hands in front of her stomach and straightened her back: "Sir, are you satisfied with this?"

Han Solo pointed at the clothes thrown casually on the sofa and said, "Fold your clothes properly. You know how to make tofu blocks? Fold them into tofu blocks and put them on the table. There is no discipline at all. Even if we want to streamline the office, we still have to follow the rules."

"Yes."