Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Let's go."

Afro was like a child who didn't believe the lies of adults. She repeated stubbornly with an emphasis on her tone,

“I have to choose one, right?”

Grace pretended to be cold and glanced at Avro's eyes, "I know what you want, just take me there."

Although it is a choice between two options, it is obvious that there is only one answer in the end.

That is to let Afro go out with him. As for the reward of kiss and so on, it's all a scam.

According to Afro's personality, after I kissed her, she would definitely follow me and make excuses like "Her Highness Grace will be in danger".

Avro is a quick learner of everything and a bit cautious, so she needs some tricks to get rid of her.

"Eh……?"

Afro tilted her head, her clear eyes shining as if she was expecting something.

I don't really think there's anything.

Grace folded her arms, already impatiently urging, "Just go to the lounge, I'll keep my promise."

"Okay~"

Afro agreed in an exceptionally positive tone, and there was always a happy smile on her face, as if every day in her life was a sunny day without worries.

However, the moment she turned around, Grace saw Afro lick her slightly moist lips with her pink tongue.

What is she doing?

Grace was slightly annoyed: "Why are you licking your lips?"

"Have it?"

Afro turned her head and blinked. Her eyes were as pure and innocent as a deer's, making it impossible to associate them with the color in one's mind.

"..."

Grace and Afro stared at each other for a long time, their beautiful eyes remained the same.

Forget it.

Grace once again included someone.

Besides, Afro’s personality is like that of a dog. Isn’t the nature of a dog loyal and clingy?

……

After briefly exchanging a few words with the other nuns and saying goodbye to the child warmly, Afro finally had time to take herself to the dean's lounge.

Afro's popularity was beyond Grace's imagination.

She called out the children's names accurately and touched their heads before she had time to lead herself to the lounge.

Taking advantage of this time, Grace said hello to her personal maid Anna, and freed herself to check the system tasks.

[Use all means to make the pure and innocent soul completely corrupt - the chapter of the corruption of the noble and holy soul, the task has been released, requirements: □□□ reaches 50, submission degree 80%, experience value 100. ]

[Saint Aphrodite][Disposable][Trainable][Restless][?]

【Favorability:???】

【Sanity: 30】

[Experience value: 10]

【□□□：185】

[System prompt: Afro has gradually fallen under your training, and the desire in her heart can no longer be suppressed. Her pure soul is only one step away from falling. Please let Afro completely become your loyal servant in front of the public. The time limit is four hours.]

[Recommendation: Put a rope around your neck and take you to the street...]

This was the first task, and it was so perverted that Grace had no intention of watching any further.

Isn't this an insult to one's dignity? What's the point? If I did that, wouldn't I be the same as that person?

Grace frowned, feeling a little nauseous.

Of course, the other mission doesn't seem to be a good thing either.

[System prompt: Aphrodite seems to be falling, the daughter of God has gone astray, take advantage of the victory and follow her ideas, let the sincerity of faith be completely polluted by desire. ]

Grace carefully recalled Afro's glorious achievements in the past few days...

"Teach me... Grace, I don't really know how to do it... If you don't tell me, I'm afraid I'll hurt you..."

In front of the tough, impatient yet somewhat naive Afro, it's not certain who will take off whose clothes?

She is so perverted.

"Ah."

Grace leaned against the wall of the corridor from a distance and smiled coldly, with dark clouds on her forehead and a look of deep disgust and aversion in her red eyes.

She knew clearly her current situation and why she was hesitating.

But at least this choice won't make you regret it, right?

After worrying for a while, when Grace raised her head, Afro just came out from the group of children.

"Okay... okay... I'll come again tomorrow and bring you some delicious plum cakes. Everyone will have a share, don't worry..."

She tried her best to pull herself away from the crowd of enthusiastic children, her eyes and eyebrows were curved with kindness, and her body was dazzling as if emitting clear holy light.

To be honest, if Afuluo becomes a preschool teacher, she will definitely be very popular, right? Or maybe being a mother would be nice too.

"Grace..."

She came trotting over with her nun's skirt lifted up, jumping happily like a dog running towards the spring suburbs.

Grace watched her getting closer and closer, until she was in front of her with her heart and eyes full of hope.

Like... This kind of thing is always too dazzling, making people unable to help but look away.

Then, without Grace noticing, a soft, warm hand gently fell on her head.

It seemed that because when she was looking away, her eyes fell on Afro, and she seemed to have some subtle misunderstanding.

Afro stroked the smooth hair, being extremely gentle without messing up the hairstyle.

"What do you mean?"

Grace hated the feeling of being petted, but Irene also liked the feeling of being petted on the head - it always gave people the illusion of being treated as an obedient dog.

She took a deep breath and reminded sharply, "Take it away."

"You just stared at me for a long time... I'll touch you too."

Afro obediently withdrew her hand and argued in a low voice. It was unknown whether she was reddened by the cold wind or was trapped in the pink ocean of love. The moving blush on both sides of her cheeks was about to drip blood.

"I like you very much, you can always confirm it with me."

"..."

For a moment, Grace was at a loss for words.

Her leather shoes stomped angrily on the bluestone slabs mixed with mud, and she simply turned around to face the garden where the plants were withering in winter.

Afro said coldly, "Don't waste time. Take me to the lounge."

Afro smiled and rubbed the girl's slender elbow with her hand, "Okay, give me your hand."

Grace turned her head to the side and ignored Afro, but her lace-gloved index finger, which was pressed against her hip, trembled as if it had been electrocuted.

She probably wanted to hold hands, right? But she wasn't used to it yet. Afro pursed her lips and smiled, quietly pulling Grace's sleeve with her hand, trying not to touch Grace's skin.

Holding hands in an unusual posture, the girls walked towards the closed and locked lounge like an awkward couple.

Afro was sure that no one knew how much she wanted to kiss the lovely princess.

If you keep avoiding, the person who takes the initiative will also be tired, so should Her Highness Grace take off her gloves and give a lover the kiss she deserves, just like before?

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I recommend Feng Feng’s book.

Ugh.

Feng Feng made up her mind and left. She said she had found a reason to become a good woman.

I don't know if she really loved me, but I know that when she took my money and left the room to support that woman, my heart fell a little.

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【tangerine】

Anastasia, the goddess of lies, briefly came to the world in her sleep.

She has had many identities.

The sickly orphan girl pulls out the sword of salvation and becomes a brave warrior, teaming up with the elf magician to defeat the devil.

The half-blood knight with a broken arm did his best to support the fallen vampire clan to ascend the throne;

The blind child persuaded the Witch of Despair to become a guinea pig.

The deaf mercenary carefully raised the young dragon but died of a sudden illness...

For her, these reincarnations were just a way to play and rest. She would leave when she got tired of it. Each life would not exceed twenty years.

In her last reincarnation, she became the new Demon King who was pushed forward to resist the alliance of other races.

The Demon King defeated the Elf Magician, the Blood Queen, the Witch of Despair, and the Golden Dragon who came to attack her with overwhelming strength, and she calmly looked down at the dying challengers.

She heard them calling her name as if they were on the brink of life and death, and they stood up again and again, and then...

Anastasia took off her hood, revealing a familiar face: "Did you just remember me?"

162. Loving your wife is the beginning of a woman’s downfall

The overall feeling of the welfare home is relatively old, but you can see that it has been carefully maintained.

Even though the walls were yellowed and the beams and pillars showed signs of corrosion from the years, at least there was no disrepair or cobwebs everywhere.

The director's lounge is located on the far left side of the welfare home, right next to where the children rest at night. It looks very ordinary from the outside and there is nothing special about it.

"Is this here?"

Grace folded her arms and scanned the general area of ​​the room.

The internal structure is also very simple, about ten square meters, with a simple small bed in the corner of the room.

There was a kerosene lamp with a broken wick on the bedside table, and on the right side, far away from the bed, was a whole bookcase that was filled to the brim.

In addition to some religious books such as "Chronicles of the Goddess", "The Continent Watched by God" and "The Light Is Not Extinguished", there are also files with the children's names handwritten on the spines.

Grace took a quick look and saw that there were probably several hundred books in the six rows of bookshelves.

The children I knew were placed in the most conspicuous positions, apparently because they were still in the welfare home and it was convenient for copying.

Everything looks normal.

The posture of folding one's arms is often seen as a symbol of defense and alienation, but of course Grace is in a very relaxed mood now.

The reason why she crossed her arms was because someone was pulling her sleeves.

At this point, compared to the actual rolling around in bed, it wasn't a big deal, I was just afraid that Afro would suddenly hold my hand or something.

That would make me feel uncomfortable.

"Yes, the dean often brings the children here to rest. I discovered the secret passage by accident. It is very secretive."

Afro's voice came from behind, ethereal and holy, just like when they first met, but now it had a sense of showing off, like a child wanting to be praised.

The relationship between people is truly amazing. How can one fall in love with someone so much in just a few days?

Obviously I haven't done anything worthwhile.

Grace didn't understand, but she felt the slight pull on her arms and Afro's cautious approach, and her mood was light.

"Lead the way." - Grace went straight to the point without going along with Afro's wishes.

Although Grace was somewhat silent along the way, and even only allowed Afro to hold her sleeve.

But Afro could sense the subtle atmosphere.