Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

After all, Her Royal Highness the Princess always disguises her warm heart with coldness, and uses rejection to expect and cater to others.

As for the matter of liking someone, Afro has been thinking about it for a long time...

She should respond to that precious sincerity.

It's actually no big deal for women to like women.

As a nun, Afro was accustomed to unions between women.

In middle school, classmates would often gather together in a corner with their arms around each other, whispering sweet nothings to each other...

Like is just like.

People often say that when faced with the separation of life and death, people will have a deeper understanding of life.

After three days of endless tears, Afro finally found her own way.

The reason for my self-belief is because of the goodwill brought by the Holy See, because of the selfless people in the Holy See, and because of the only loving goddess in heaven and earth.

Becoming a saint or a nun was not what Afro wanted...

It was just an empty position and anyone could take it.

Priests can get married, and the Vatican's beliefs indicate that it is not wrong to like or be attracted to someone.

If I have to give up my faith just because I like someone, I can't do it...

If I had to give up Grace in order to become a saint, the thought would make me feel suffocated.

Such a lovely princess, Grace who only belongs to him, Princess Grace who he cares about with coldness and concern, if she belonged to anyone else, even thinking about it would be terrible.

"What's wrong with just being moved? Aren't cute and beautiful things worthy of being liked?"

Resonating with the most sincere heart, Afro looked at Grace, her green eyes were particularly bright.

It seems to have the most powerful and indomitable courage and determination in the world.

"..."

Grace's breath hitched.

The dishonest legs that were still in the recovery period were struggling hard, and the knees hit Afro's thighs violently, trying to push him down.

But Aphrodite is no ordinary girl, she has been blessed by the goddess Veils.

The child favored by God was perfect, including in terms of physical fitness. Afro easily suppressed Grace.

She rested one wrist on the sofa, put her right hand on her chest, and embraced the bluffing princess in a more forceful manner.

"It is human nature to like someone, Your Highness Grace."

Aphrodite looked down at her with a gleam of possession and desire in her eyes. She had no guilt or shame for violating her beliefs.

It's the kind of bad pet that becomes spoiled and tears the bed sheets, is very clingy, and drools all over the floor.

There is always an innocent smile on her face that has nothing to do with me.

The smell belonging to another person was approaching step by step, filling every inch of Grace's breath.

What does this, this, this, this mean?

Cute, beautiful...why would you use those adjectives to describe yourself???

Wooah, for a moment I just wanted to save my buzzing brain.

Grace felt that she was in a state of ecstasy at the moment, and her breathing became rapid and disordered.

Does Afro know what she is talking about?

Isn't this completely contrary to her wishes? Where is your goddess?

Grace felt dizzy and dazed.

She was recovering from an illness and was very confused by Afro's strange behavior.

Just because of a fake death, Afro gave up on the goddess so easily?

Her ears were red enough to seem like they were about to burn, and Grace couldn't even cross her legs without consciously doing so.

——Because that would stroke Afro's left leg like an invitation.

The thoughts in my mind were disrupted by Afro's aggressive attack.

Grace didn't have much experience in love. In fact, the only person she had ever loved was Irene.

Growing up in a chaebol family requires even more emotional restraint.

Afro didn't give Grace any breathing space and his overly direct contact made Grace feel panic and want to escape instinctively.

"But I don't like you."

The atmosphere was about to get heated. Grace knew it was useless, but she still suppressed her restlessness and resolutely frowned, pretending to refuse calmly,

"And I don't need anyone's love... Please don't..."

Grace stopped talking before she could finish.

The eyes and tone as cold as frost and snow were more of a means of self-defense than a threat.

Afro suddenly put a stethoscope into Grace's ear.

Not only that, the hateful, shameless, lewd Aphrodite who appeared to be innocent!!! was slowly moving her face closer, her eyes shining with strange light staring straight at her lips.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom! My panicked heartbeat was beating as rapidly as a wartime drum!

A heartbeat that can't be denied, a girl that can't be pushed away, and a desire that can't be suppressed.

Grace breathed with her chest heaving, closed her eyes, and trembled her body like a stressed cat as she tried to endure.

But Afro's kiss never landed on her lips. The kiss just now was like a gust of ambiguous wind, which stayed for a moment and then left quietly.

"Did you hear that? Your heartbeat?"

The stethoscope was taken off, and Afro's ambiguous voice, like a lover's whispering and flirting, was heard.

The distance between lips is only the last four centimeters.

Even the slightest breath can be felt clearly...

I have to say, a voice as holy as Aphrodite's... saying such things...

The last word of stubbornness came out from his almost dry throat - "No..."

boo.

An unexpectedly loud kiss sounded, and then the huge alchemy room was filled with only the ambiguity and silence of panting.

Grace's remaining sanity was still holding on to the last line of defense. She heard the clear gulping sound of herself swallowing, and the crackling sound of her heartbeat that was so intense that it was like fireworks exploding.

When the kiss ended, Afro spread a light burning sensation on his face while panting, like some special invitation in the dark night.

The girl's green eyes were sparkling with desire, and her hormones were so thick that they were about to overflow.

Aphrodite said faintly,

"Grace...what now?"

The holy voice of Aphrodite, which was supposed to lead believers in reciting and singing hymns in a majestic and solemn atmosphere, now seemed to have become the most vulgar and ambiguous voice of teasing.

At the same time, her index finger gently stroked the side of her cheek, rubbing it purely out of instinct.

Heartbeat, kiss, desire, like, countless nouns flooded into the field of vision.

The strong contrast between the before and after made Grace dizzy and blushing, and she was completely unable to think.

"I……"

Grace looked at Afro's burning eyes in a trance, unable to utter any words for a long time. Her body relaxed completely as if she had been tamed.

[System warning: Saint Afro's □□□ has increased to 100, please eliminate it as soon as possible! ! ]

124. I really want to be with Her Highness Grace

The sound of the heartbeat was undeniable.

As if she was trapped in a honeypot, Grace became hesitant in her choice.

Afro blinked his wet eyes, like a lovable little animal.

The sticky feeling of wanting to hug and touch is almost overflowing.

The atmosphere was brewing to the extreme, so kissing was a natural thing.

Afro was very aggressive while hesitating. She held Grace's cheek with her soft hand in a domineering yet gentle manner.

The other hand pressed on Grace's shoulders, pressing her still dazed body deeply onto the sofa.

In the stagnant breath, the kiss fell as softly as drizzle.

the third time.

The red pupils of resistance followed the body's instinctive dispersion, but that was all.

Grace felt soft and her consciousness was hazy in the floating feeling. She began to recall when was her first kiss?

Grace remembered that it was a very hot summer, with cicadas chirping noisily in the night and sultry heat waves surging in the air.

Miss Irene put down her work after just walking around the living room in her cool pajamas.

She hugged him intimately, using a gentle embrace instead of so-called love.

And then... a breath-taking kiss.

Finally, Irene gently stroked the shape of the corners of her lips with her fingertips, her messy and dazed blushing face reflected in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

"Grace, this place...will only belong to me from now on, okay?"

Does this place belong to Irene...?

Then who is kissing me?

The softness easily broke through the guard of the lips, and Afro became more and more excessive in the stimulation that made her face blush and her legs cross uneasily.

It's the kind Miss Afro.

In a flash, Grace shuddered as if she was struck by an electric current, and her scattered pupils finally gathered.

All his calmness and composure turned into a crack of disbelief - "Aphrodite! You are crazy! This is the third time! Have you completely lost your mind?"

Grace's body began to tense up in response to the stress, and her wrist, which was pressed deeply into the sofa, tried her best to free herself from Afro's palm.

Grace pushed Afro's body away in astonishment.

"Grace... don't you like it?"

Like a dog that had been wronged, Afro's mouth drooped blankly, and his hazy and trance-like expression seemed to have not yet withdrawn from the charm just now...

The wet tip of his tongue subconsciously licked his lower lip, completely unaware of the indecent and disrespectful nature of his behavior.

What's wrong? You dare to ask what's wrong?

Grace's brows drooped in alertness, and she only regretted that her feet were still recovering. She quickly and neatly grabbed her collar tightly.

Just a little so-called sincerity... just a little sweet talk...

Everything that comes easily is worthless.

So, how can it be possible...how can it be possible!!

Afro never responded to her questions directly. She just used despicable tricks and her harmless face to lower people's defenses...

Her chest heaved violently, and Grace clenched her fists, which pulled and tore her left hand, which had just been bandaged, causing slight pain.

The sides of her pale face were flushed, her pink lips were slightly open, and she was breathing heavily as if she had survived a disaster.

"dislike,"

Grace gritted her teeth and glared at Afro fiercely.

"You doing something so outrageous really makes people... very..."

The last word "hate" was lost in the soundless throat.

If you want to stop running, if you want to feel betrayed...

Grace frowned, and forced herself to say something extremely cold, "It's disgusting!"