Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

With this attitude, is she training the dog?

No! It should be said that Afro is born with dog attributes.

Grace exhaled helplessly, then glanced at Afro.

She does have a point.

However, the nun had her own ideas in her smart head. She put her index finger on her chin and put forward her own opinions as if discussing academic issues:

"I think, if I could just help you..."

As if a sensitive word had been triggered, Grace glared at Afro fiercely with a sharp gaze.

Afro immediately apologized sincerely, "Ah... sorry." - but it was really cute.

The murderous look in Her Royal Highness's eyes softened a little, but the corners of Afro's mouth curled up a little.

Is this bullying? How can someone bully someone and discuss it with others?

Afro pursed his lips, trying hard to hold back the smile on his face, and suggested seriously,

"How about you sit on me and I sit on the chair, so you won't get tired, right?"

"..."

Grace squinted her eyes and looked at Afro, who was even more excited than herself.

"Come on, come on, give it a try?"

The girl patted the quilt excitedly as if urging someone to do something.

Something is wrong. The atmosphere right now is wrong.

Grace found that the colder she looked at her, the more excited Afro became.

A strange thought came into her mind. Grace stared at her with a stern and scrutinizing look.

"Ms. Afro, why are you so active? Do you have any strange habits?"

“Me…?”

Afro raised her eyebrows, and tried her best to deny it in disbelief, "How could there be such a fetish?"

"is it?"

Grace folded her hands and chuckled, "Your expression right now...is not very good."

In fact, Afro had a lot of things hidden in her heart, but speaking them out might break the princess' fragile heart, and then she would glare at her with vicious eyes, breaking the current harmonious atmosphere.

When I thought of this, I held back.

To be honest, the more powerful the person is, the more forbidden pleasure he feels when he pulls her down.

Afro had already imagined that Her Royal Highness the Princess would be stubborn now, but would tremble all over when the time came.

Can that be called bullying? It's more like bullying her...

"is it?"

Afro nodded and admitted it frankly. She had already climbed onto the soft princess bed, looking like she was ready to go.

"So if you don't deny my opinion, then shall we start now?"

"Then I'll pick you up first~"

Grace glanced at the overly excited Afro.

What made me a little concerned was that Afro was being bullied, so why did he come to help me?

There is a sense of humor, like a mouse helping a cat set a trap.

However, she didn't care and opened her arms naturally.

As long as she can complete the mission, it doesn't matter. She has already made plans to become stronger.

Compared to risking one's life, these are nothing.

It doesn’t matter. There are too many annoying, painful and unfair things in this world that happen at unpredictable times.

It was just a habit that was broken, and Grace had long been accustomed to it.

Afro, whose heart and eyes were filled with anticipation, quickly lifted the quilt with her hands and feet.

The heat of the bed faded away and Grace felt the slight coolness in the air.

When did you start to get used to this kind of enjoyment?

What made him feel even more unbearable was that one gentle hand passed through his waist, and the other hand rested on his popliteal fossa and lifted him up easily.

The golden hair brushed against her cheek affectionately, and Grace returned to that familiar embrace.

It's not that uncomfortable to say...but...

This feeling still makes people feel inexplicably embarrassed.

We are all women and should help each other. It is not your personality to cling to someone else's arms like a princess.

Grace tried her best to keep her expression cool and calm.

"Your Highness Grace, you seem a little too thin. You should eat more. I wanted to tell you last time that eating only bread is very harmful to your health."

Afro tried to pick up Grace, muttering like an old mother.

Grace closed her eyes irritably and ignored her.

"Ah... But if Your Highness Grace doesn't hook my shoulders, it will be easy for her to slip down the middle."

Afro reminded and looked at Grace. She had a cold face, but her scarlet eyes were staring at her with murderous intent.

"You've been carrying me in your arms for so long in the illusion, and now you have to hold me by the neck?"

With such a light body and such a proud expression, Afro thought she was holding a bad-tempered, snow-white cat with red eyes.

Well, Her Highness Grace is also very cute now.

How could anyone bully others like this?

"Hmm? It's just a suggestion."

Afro smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Your buttocks first touch the soft seat filled with goose down, and then your body weight is entirely placed on the chair and backrest.

At the same time, he straightened the soft body of the princess with a faint fragrance.

"Is this all right, Your Highness Grace?"

"Ah."

Grace answered in a taciturn manner.

The body temperature is as cold as his appearance, and his expression is also cold and emotionless.

But this is just on the surface. Only by close contact can you feel how tense Grace's body is.

The slight trembling and tense muscles could only be conveyed between the skin, and the round earlobe hidden by the black hair was as red as blood jade.

Afro gently embraced the slender waist like a willow branch.

It was clearly winter, but at that moment she felt the blood rushing through her body and her face became hot.

Afro only felt that there was a tempting cat's claw scratching her heart, and some strange, warm emotion was about to burst out from her chest.

She was a little curious, so she quietly tilted her head and moved closer to see if Grace's face was also turning red.

It was his own breath that sprayed onto the girl's earlobe, and the princess' body trembled slightly.

"Aphrodite!"

Grace called her name seriously.

Could it be that... he was discovered?

As if she had done something wrong, Afro immediately withdrew her gaze and held her breath.

My heart was pounding uncontrollably.

"Raise your hands high up. Do not raise them without my command."

That cold voice never had a trace of shyness, and it gave orders coldly like a tyrannical emperor.

Is this shy?

"it is good……"

Afro obediently followed Grace's request and raised her hands.

At this time, the body in his arms finally relaxed a little and began to adjust its posture in his arms.

An inexplicable feeling surged, my whole body felt like it was burning in flames, and my sanity was in a delicate stage.

Afro was a little dazed, and suddenly he felt guilty towards the goddess.

She glanced to the side and saw a dressing table filled with gorgeous jewelry.

In the gold-framed frame, the polished glass reflected the overlapping images of the two people.

Even though she was far away, she could still see clearly the girl who was as cold and lonely as snow, her face as rosy as peach blossoms, and her eyes as clear and sparkling as rubies.

Through the mirror, Grace's pupils suddenly contracted and she had a wonderful eye contact with herself.

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The emperor's sister caught the adulterer...

80. Angry Victoria caught the adulterer!

In the Rhine Empire, the upper class nobles not only admire the etiquette of the old nobility, but also have a fanatical pursuit of beauty.

This was because the empire was in the process of commercial development, and new merchants were desperately trying to flock into aristocratic society and gain recognition.

However, they mostly spend their time in drinking and having sex, and have no time to control their body shape, resulting in big bellies.

In order to clearly distinguish the classes, even a poor noble who could barely make ends meet must maintain a slender and handsome figure and wear gorgeous clothes.

As the child of Princess Janice Ibro, who was praised as the incarnation of the goddess of beauty, Grace also inherited considerable beauty.

The princess' slightly cold eyes, accentuated by the blush on her cheeks, made Afro feel extremely cute.

The air became sticky and ambiguous because of the intimate physical contact, and even the slightest breath was thrilling and itchy.

Grace was obviously very shy but she was trying hard to look indifferent. Even though it was winter when everything was withering, Afro felt that something was quietly sprouting in her heart.

There is an indescribable joy in the soul.

I really like this feeling.

But for Grace, whose soft body was tense and who tried her best to control her bottom line, it was a special torment.

Her five fingers were tightly grasping the light yellow nightgown, and the rustling texture of the lace on the hem of the skirt could not withstand the girl's entanglement and was wrinkled.

Grace looked in the mirror, raised her arms high, and the nun with a look of "I am very obedient" on her face ordered coldly:

"No. Looking. In. The. Mirror."

"Ah... yes."

Afro blinked, agreed obediently, and carefully shrank back.

Grace's nervousness did not diminish in the slightest.

Such a warm body, holding me in its arms like a baby...

How could it be as easy as imagined?

The girl's well-developed softness was pressed against his back. If he put his hands around her waist, it would...

The surging blood flowed through her cold veins, her cheeks felt hot to the point of burning, and Grace's chest rose and fell as she slowed down her breathing.

"Your Highness Grace... Is this all right?"

The girl's holy voice was a little restrained. Because they were so close, every time Afro pronounced a word, its breath spread over her neck and earlobes, making people tremble slightly.

No, I have to do something to get through this long time.

Grace stood still like a lamb to be slaughtered, trying her best to suppress her clear voice.