Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Grace's five fingers, which had never touched water before, tightly grasped the quilt in her hands, as if it was a replay of yesterday when she was pressed on the sheets.

"You are depraved, promiscuous, shameless and vulgar. As a woman, you actually do such a thing to another woman. You are so shameless!"

Grace was the one who kissed her first...

Afro didn't understand why the contrast was so great...

It's obviously Grace's fault!

"You kissed me first."

"I kissed you?"

Grace sneered, and leaned her head against the bed, her eyes as sharp as a hawk, looking at herself as if she was judging an unforgivable sinner.

"So--did I agree? You just do something like this."

What do you agree or disagree with?

It was obvious that Grace herself liked this kind of thing and was unwilling to face the facts, so she instructed the collar to only perform "actions and thoughts that reflect her true inner thoughts."

"But...I...am using a collar to control your truth."

Afro pursed his lips pitifully, his sparkling eyes responding to the girl's gaze as if begging.

"You still dare to mention the collar?"

Grace was almost fainting from anger, her chest heaving uncontrollably.

She pounded the soft big bed in anger.

No one in her life had ever made her lose control of her emotions like this, except for Irene.

All the repressed resentment turned into a sharp question - "Is this what you are supposed to do?"

"Aphrodite, you still have a bit of the modesty of a nun, no, you don't even have the modesty of a noble lady!"

"The bank is so chaotic, and they will do anything to achieve their goals. It's really... disgusting!"

Grace no longer even wanted to leave any face for Afro, and stared at her sideways, full of anger.

There was no doubt that Grace was angry now.

Afro didn't know what to do. She looked around and finally just whispered an apology.

"I'm sorry... Your Highness Grace, it's just because you're so cute..."

"cute?"

Grace, whose cheeks were still inexplicably flushed, sighed deeply, her breath full of helplessness.

In fact, I don’t care whether Afulo did it with me or not.

I don't mind this. What really makes me angry is that Afro once again controls me with the collar, beyond any warning.

It was because I indulged Afulo too much and always thought of her as a simple-minded child psychologically that things came to this point.

Always looking at Aphrodite from the perspective of a tolerant pet leads to the stimulation of the desire and destructive side of human nature.

No one is black or white, everyone is on the edge of gray, and the black Afro is beyond Grace's control.

This made Grace feel as frightened as if someone was grabbing the back of her neck.

There is no way to get rid of the softness in my heart towards Afro, nor is there any way to face Afro's continuous attacks.

After another sigh of compromise, Grace finally made up her mind and said coldly and emotionlessly,

"Afro, if it's not necessary, let's not meet again."

What color is the human heart?

Afro was very curious. She had the opportunity to peek into what was lurking in Grace's heart, but she failed.

Even if Afro was a fool, he could feel Grace's anger.

As expected...I went too far last night.

Afro carefully rubbed Grace's thin calf with his knee under the quilt, and then grabbed the girl's slender arm.

"Grace..."

This is what every pet that has made a mistake will do, biting the owner's trouser legs and asking the other party to forgive itself.

Grace, with a slightly red face, impatiently shook off Afro's hand and shouted,

"Don't hold my hand!!"

Afro was really getting anxious. She hurriedly wanted to pull Grace's arm, but she didn't dare to. She could only stare at Grace with grievance.

"I...I don't want Grace to ignore me."

Grace had long since given in to this nonsense. She snorted coldly and almost gritted her teeth as she questioned Afro.

"Can you still remember? What did you do to me?"

What things?

Afro once again lowered her head, feeling guilty, her beautiful long fingers folded together nervously.

It's just... what ordinary lovers should do...

In the academy and in the confessional, from what others occasionally mentioned...

Grace's sharp eyes swept over Afro's fingers, her eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"You took your hands and pressed them on..."

Grace paused, as if such a thing was too obscene for her, and the voices of accusation gradually became smaller and smaller.

"Press down and let me teach you those things..."

"I thought Grace liked it." - Afro was scolded all the time, and her aggrieved, holy face subconsciously murmured her inner words.

Unexpectedly, this move only added fuel to the fire.

"hehe……"

Grace was so angry at Afro that she laughed. Her slightly barren and soft breasts rose and fell violently, with an indescribable strange beauty.

"Afro, do you really have no sense of shame? Don't be so reckless!"

"Afro! In terms of status, I am the princess of the empire, and you are just an ordinary noble. In terms of kinship, I am your brother's fiancée. No matter which aspect you look at it from, you are not qualified to do this to me!"

"Do you really think your behavior is right? You are raping me! Do you think I like this? What do you want to do?"

The voice became more and more harsh and louder, and Grace almost pointed at Afro's nose and cursed him.

It doesn't matter if she gets scolded, as long as Grace can calm down.

Afro felt that she should accept this accusation as a matter of course, so she remained silent.

Every time Grace scolded him, Afro nodded obediently like pounding garlic.

"It's funny. Did I ever show any sign of liking you? It's really unreasonable."

But this attitude made the naked Princess Grace more and more angry.

She even raised her fingers from under the quilt and gestured angrily, not caring at all as she exposed her snow-white shoulders and chest covered with kiss marks.

"Afro, you have never made me feel so disappointed!"

"You don't need to come to me if there is nothing necessary in the future."

Ruthless and frosty-faced.

Visible anger.

It’s over… Grace was really angry this time.

Afro's heart felt like it was falling into an icy cave. Her heart was chilled in the middle of winter. Her stomach was churning from the excessive tension and she wanted to vomit.

"But...I really like Grace..."

She closed her eyes and spoke to herself carefully and softly.

"whispering sound,"

Grace sneered sarcastically, folded her arms and stared at Afro, as if she wanted to see if the girl would do anything else shocking.

"You don't have to say these boring words anymore. Liking someone is not a reason."

"No one can force others to do anything just because they like it. No one can do that."

"Even if it's something you want to do."

Like a woman who had changed her mind and proposed a breakup, Grace announced to Afro word by word an order that could not be refused.

"It's time to remove this collar and call it a day."

141. The family members encountered a naive woman who broke up unilaterally!

Although the traditional aristocratic culture of the Rhine people is rather rigid, under the leadership of Rhine V Thorott, and with countless secret lovers and noble ladies in power, a new open atmosphere began to spread among the nobility.

Except for those old-fashioned families that have been passed down for thousands of years, most nobles maintain an open attitude towards love and sex.

Thanks to the opportunity of believing in the goddess Veers, women can remarry, have the same inheritance rights as men, and so on...

If the relationship is consensual, there will be no more severe punishment than privately condemning the morals of both parties.

But if they are related... the ending is different.

After learning Grace's opinion, Afro realized that a marriage between Grace and her brother was almost impossible.

It is true that they loved each other, but it is also true that he did something wrong after getting drunk.

As Grace said, no one should force others to have sex under the pretext of love.

Obviously, she wasn't angry when she kissed Grace last time.

But this time... maybe I really went too far. It’s okay to think about it in a dream, but if it happens in reality, it will get me thrown into jail.

I am still ashamed to be a nun...

"Ugh……"

Afro sighed helplessly again.

She sat up straight, lowered her head, and entwined her two index fingers nervously, pretending to be sincere and sincere about her changes, while furtively observing Grace's emotions with the corner of her eyes.

"Um...um...Grace, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for doing this."

There were some subtle scratches on her bare back. Afro's white and slender legs moved carefully and stealthily in the quilt, trying to rub Grace's calves with her knees to calm her down.

Grace quickly retracted her legs to prevent Afro from touching her any further, and at the same time let out a light cough to indicate a boundary and a warning.

"I really, really like Grace... I'm sorry for the hurt I caused you. If you really hate me... then... then..."

I couldn't imagine Grace ignoring my own life. I felt empty inside, as if my heart had been hollowed out.

Afro sniffed and said in a trembling voice,

"You can ignore me... You can continue to be angry. I can do anything, as long as... As long as Grace doesn't hate me, even if I just watch from afar, I will try my best to protect and compensate you..."

"unnecessary."

Grace had a stern face and said coldly those chilling words.

Afro was already used to it, but her heart still trembled. What if Grace really ignored her?

A few clear tears rolled around in her eyes, and she was about to cry.

Afro has been a crybaby since she was young. This is not because she is weak, but because she is naturally endowed with a strong empathy and can feel the joys and sorrows of others.

This is the real reason why she was chosen as the candidate saint.

Compassionate and kind.

"I will be obedient, so can you... promise me not to take risks again? I have only one last request."

Afro raised his head aggrievedly, and looked at Grace mistily with eyes that were humble to the dust.

"The last time I learned that you disappeared in a fire, I was...very sad. I have never felt so sad before."

"Row."

Gray agreed without hesitation, looking at her sideways with cold eyes, without even a trace of sympathy for Afro's grievance.