Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Afro couldn't help but look carefully into Grace's eyes, trying to see the princess' true heart through these ever-changing eyes.

"Have you ever been serious for a moment?"

"I said, you are the only one I trust in the palace."

The girl's eyes were bright, without any false color, only sincerity.

The speed of the answer and the tone of his reply were so certain that one could not help but believe it.

"..."

It was completely false, Afro came to this conclusion in an instant.

In the silence, Grace's eyebrows drooped slightly, as if she was thinking seriously.

"If you mean the cream thing, or the thing about controlling you, then just fight back."

As she spoke, she nonchalantly opened her collar, revealing large red marks on her fair neck.

"But for cream, you need to wear gloves. I hate contact with people."

The buttons on the collar were pulled to a very low position, and the slender hands removed them as if completing a task, then moved to the back.

Now it was Afro's turn to panic, she hadn't agreed yet! !

Why did Grace take off her clothes by herself?

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Ok, the third update is done, time to go to bed.

By the way, I want to ask, I plan to update at a fixed time, what time do you think is good?

36. Punish the devil in the devil’s way!

They were all girls, and Afro didn't mind whether Grace was wearing clothes or not.

But isn’t it a bit too perverted for a woman who is arguing with others one second and taking off her clothes the next?

Before, I had vaguely sensed that Grace seemed to be... a pervert who liked women.

The atmosphere suddenly became strange.

“You you you you you!!!!”

Afro's eyes were shaken again and again. She took a few steps back at Grace's actions and stammered anxiously, saying,

"Why are you taking off your clothes?"

The tip of her ears moved slightly, and Grace's hands stopped. Coincidentally, she slightly tilted her body, revealing half of her white and flawless naked back.

The bones are so slender and distinct, and the pure white color of the skin is more dazzling than pearls. Against the backdrop of the bright red Winter Palace skirt, it is impossible to take your eyes away.

In stark contrast to Afro's expression was——

On the contrary, there was no special expression on Grace's face. The corners of her mouth drooped and her face was expressionless.

Judging from all her behavior, it seems like I am forcing her to do something bad.

Her eyes were calm and her tone was gentler than before.

"I think you're still mad about what happened before."

Afro sighed in frustration. The logic behind Grace's behavior was totally incomprehensible.

"Of course I'm angry. But is there any point in you doing this?"

She said as she glanced at the girl who was staring at her, only to find that her skin was too dazzling to look at.

Confused, Afro looked away embarrassedly.

Grace frowned her delicate eyebrows, "Meaning?"

Afro tried to keep his eyes on the painting on the wall and discussed calmly:

"What you did to me should require you to sincerely apologize and confess to the goddess, instead of doing something like this."

For Grace, who has experienced a long career of revenge, apology is the most useless thing.

Grace will always remember that her father's funeral was packed with people on that rainy March day in mid-spring.

It was as lively as a cocktail party at Vanity Fair. They were dressed in gorgeous black mourning clothes, like crows feeding on corpses.

They gathered in groups, pretending to be sad but with a shrewd gleam in their eyes, chattering about how to eat people up.

At that time, my aunt held my hand and kept apologizing in an extremely sad tone.

She said she felt sorry for her father and shouldn't have introduced that client to her father, and even more sorry for herself. She said she would take good care of herself in the future.

But what about the result?

The result is that I have a close relative who once held me in my arms, who would ask me whether I liked dad or mom more, who would use my body to measure how tall I have grown, and who would occasionally cook for me.

Before the funeral was over, they were forced to sign a share transfer agreement.

Without a moment's heartache, she bared her devil's fangs without hesitation, and together with others, devoured the remains left by her father. In the end, she was still apologizing to herself, saying - I'm sorry Grace, this is not your wealth.

So, Grace never believed that apologies were useful.

Only by making the other person feel pain in the same or even more excessive way can the scars in your heart be healed.

"is it?"

Grace murmured to herself, her pupils gradually focusing as she looked at Aphrodite in front of her. Her holy face was full of innocence.

"Yes."

Afro nodded vigorously, showing an almost divine purity, and then she pretended to be stern and frowned, admonishing,

"You must at least do some good to atone for your sins."

"The most sacred thing about Goddess Veers is that she has a generous heart that forgives those who make mistakes."

Grace didn't say anything.

The relationship between Afro and myself is one of mutual willingness. Even though she hates me to the core on the surface, my subconscious mind always wants to believe that I am kind.

Grace could only explain this inexplicable kindness as love at first sight.

But no matter from which perspective, she and I are from two different worlds.

This sense of inconceivable distance actually made Grace somewhat envious. It was great to be able to remain kind forever.

If there is no special need, she should just maintain her innocence and do what she wants to do.

Of course, I will do my best...

With this thought in mind, Grace, in silence, called up Afro's panel values ​​for the first time in a long time.

This was the first time she was curious about Afro's emotional value.

The data given by the plug-in system is a bit embarrassing.

[Favorability? ? ?, sanity 35, mental submission 0%. ]

My mind was running wild, probably because I had just angered her. My favorability was questionable because it was too complicated to be quantified.

As for the level of mental surrender, it probably dropped a lot after taking off the collar than before.

We are still far from completing the task.

There are also some collection achievement systems next to it, some of which are like [Complete the first bed warming], [First time], [First time making love], and [Totally fallen in love].

It's all mixed up and messy, it should be the inherent feature of this villain strategy system.

Grace likes immersive games, so she never noticed it. Should these all be collected?

Therefore, if you want to complete the challenge, you cannot show mercy to Afro.

Just be a villain and try not to be too disconnected while maintaining your original character.

"..."

Seeing that Her Royal Highness the Princess remained in a state of deep thought, Afro somehow caught a glimpse of the collar around Grace's neckline. It was slender and red, and if she got closer, she could smell a faint, cold fragrance.

The collar has not been taken off yet.

If...if the goddess has given her a will, and I guide her to believe in her, would that be considered a special kind of atonement?

"I have been tolerant of you to the greatest extent possible. Of course, if you don't want to, I also have some special methods."

Afro said that she felt for the first time in a long time that she had the initiative in this relationship.

She put down her knife, sat calmly on the cushion on the tea table, and took a sip of the glass of warm milk that Grace had poured for her earlier.

"I do not."

Unexpectedly, Grace refused, as if her previous kindness was just a show.

She zipped her dress to the end, revealing all the beautiful and dreamy scenery under the rose-colored dress.

"As for the things you mentioned, I won't do any of them."

"I said, I am your god, I will not bow to Vers."

"I will gradually occupy your heart and make the god you believe in become just me."

She spoke these second-year words with such self-confidence and arrogance. Even though her eyes, as delicate as rubies, shone brightly, it could not change anything.

Afro narrowed her eyes in satisfaction and touched her neck, as if giving Grace a kind reminder.

"Grace, have you forgotten that it was you who gave me the collar with magical fluctuations and asked you to wear it."

"Now you will obey my command."

Punishing and threatening demons in demonic ways is actually more...pleasant than imagined?

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All right! The next step is to see how Grace can train Afro with a collar.

The next update is scheduled to be at 7pm. The reason why I was a bit slow today was that I was halfway through typing when I went to watch Tao Bo's game.

37. Hello, Jimei! Do you want to take a bath together?

Grace was not surprised by this result. Given Afro's personality, she could only resist a little at most. How could she possibly take the initiative?

So Grace didn't take it to heart, nodded, and said "hmm" in a slightly perfunctory manner.

"Then I'm going to take a shower first, do you want to come with me?"

She glanced at the princess bed. A faint scent of incense had been lit at the request of the personal maid, and the room was filled with a cool cedar fragrance.

"go together?"

Aphrodite muttered the word, frowning once again.

Isn't this a very quick change of topic? And why doesn't Grace seem to be afraid of being in control?

The originally somewhat irritable mood was filled by another person.

Even Afro himself didn't realize that he paid more attention to Her Royal Highness than the Lady Goddess.

I have absolutely no idea what Grace is thinking?

Grace is only sixteen years old, two years younger than me.

"Grace! Do you know that you gave me control of your body before?"

"know."

Grace leaned against the door, folded her arms, and said relaxedly as if nothing had happened:

"If you don't go, you'll need to add another pool of water, and it will be very late."

Before going to the Imperial Garden, Grace instructed her personal maid, Miss Sarah, to take a bath and prepare for bed.

Speaking of which, there is a very interesting thing - I didn't tell my royal sister Victoria that I went to the Imperial Garden.

Apart from Sarah and Afro, I was the only one present.

So, was it the princess who sent someone to follow him, or was it Sarah who tipped off?

"..."