Commander, you smell so good.

Jean Bal tilted his head in confusion, his curiosity aroused. He tried to imitate her and inquire, refusing to listen for even a second longer.

Then her eyes widened.

Richelieu, you are really good at playing games!!!

"...Your Excellency, thank you very much for your guidance. I have resolved the confusion in my heart. I am deeply grateful."

"...Hmm~, okay, if you want to express your feelings, then do it tonight..."

"Yes! Your Excellency, I will keep your words in mind!"

After receiving Richelieu's advice, Joan of Arc suppressed her inner excitement and wanted to run to express her feelings to her beloved immediately. At the same time, she also forgot about Richelieu's strange behavior.

"Go..."

Ignoring the strange voice, Joan of Arc opened the door of the confessional with great care. As soon as she walked out, she saw Jean Bart and Galissonnier standing there, one with a strange expression on his face, and the other with a look of joy.

Joan of Arc was about to speak when Galissonnier closed his mouth, crossed his hands, pointed at the door of the confessional, and made a gesture as if to open it.

Joan of Arc didn't have such an idea at first. When she was about to shake her head and leave, she heard a sound coming from inside, which made her stop.

A trace of doubt and worry arose in someone's heart. He stared at Galissonnier, and when the latter nodded frantically, he thought for a long time and came to the door of the confessional with an apologetic attitude and opened it.

"My dear Sister Li, tell me, are you being worthy of Jeanne by doing this to me through a wall?"

Grabbing her blonde hair, his hands moving non-stop, Jiang Zheng questioned the cardinal who had merged with him in front of him.

However, at this moment, the bishop's beautiful eyes had begun to turn white, and his body had become weak. He could only maintain his standing posture by holding the wall with one hand and hugging his neck with the other.

"Gu...I'll make it up to her!!!"

Richelieu began to lose his composure after speaking these words. Even though he knew that he shouldn't say such words, he was willing to do so in order to enjoy the happiness between him.

"Click——"

However, just as the conversation was about to end, the door opened. Jiang Zheng turned around and saw something, and suddenly he couldn't control himself...

Then, Jiang Zheng and Richelieu saw that the smile on Joan of Arc's face and the light in her eyes gradually faded until they were gone.

Chapter 238 Not Going Home Tonight and the Bed

Jiang Zheng slowly stood up and looked at the elegant and beautiful room. A small table lamp was lit and a hint of fragrance filled the air. He looked around and found that the aromatherapy was lit, filling the room with fragrance. The hormonal smell had long dissipated.

He turned his head and looked at Joan of Arc who was still sleeping beside him. She was lying on her side with dried tears in the corners of her eyes, but her face was filled with smiles at the moment, and her small and lovely lips were still red, you could imagine how moist they were.

With a slight smile, Jiang Zheng looked at the torn COS costume and the removed skirt armor on the bed, recalling the first Holy Grail War in which he had won the war.

wow——

The light sound of turning pages reached his ears. Jiang Zheng followed the source of the sound and saw an elegant chair placed in the corner of the window, just big enough for one person to sit on. Next to him was a one-legged table carved from black walnut. On the table was an opened bottle of wine and a wine glass. The owner of the chair was looking down at a book.

It was not until he took a closer look that he realized the person reading was Jean Bart.

"Awake? I'm glad you're awake. After all, you guys occupied my bed, leaving me with nowhere to sleep. How are you going to compensate me?"

"Forget it, you should take a shower first. See that place? There is a bathroom over there. Go take a shower and then come out to find me."

She reached out, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, closed the book and put it on the table, and glanced at Jiang Zheng with a calm tone. After looking at him for a few times and staring at him like a cat, she shook her head, got up and left the bedroom, and left a set of clothes for him before leaving.

Jiang Zheng scratched his head, thinking that he was going to be scolded by her this time, but his expression did not change. He got out of bed and went to take a shower.

After taking a good shower, he changed into the clothes she had prepared. They were ordinary formal business attire, essentially just a white shirt and trousers, except without a tie.

After putting on the clothes, Jiang Zheng covered Joan of Arc with a cup before leaving. Although she would not catch a cold as a ship girl, when he saw that the quilt had slipped down to only cover her plump buttocks, Jiang Zheng still pulled it up a little more to at least cover her belly button.

After Jiang Zheng left and gently closed the door, a few seconds later, Joan of Arc suddenly opened her eyes, and a blush dyed her fair face, making her look as delicate and attractive as a ripe peach, with her green eyes full of watery looks.

Recalling the physical fitness exercises she had done with Jiang Zheng not long ago, and the words she had shouted that were inexplicably inspiring but actually had strange uses, Joan of Arc covered her face with her hands and made an embarrassed sound.

"Oh God... Saint Michael, I'm so sorry... Please forgive me."

......

"Hmm~, are you done? Come, look at the stars in the sky. What time is it now? It's past 10:00 PM now. I would have been asleep by this time. How are you going to compensate me?"

In his small living room, he looked at the inquiry message sent on his mobile phone, casually answered it and looked at the person who came out. He asked Bal to put down the phone, fold his hands on his chest, pout, and let him look at the sky outside. It was already time for the sun to set and night to fall.

Jiang Zheng was silent for a few seconds, then came to Jean Bart's side and looked at her long and beautiful legs. He put his hands on her long legs and massaged them as his small compensation.

"You are getting more and more courageous. Forget it, then you should serve me well first. Please be attentive, otherwise I won't appreciate it."

Seeing that he was so understanding, Jean Bal smiled lightly and lifted her feet and placed them on his thighs, intending to ask him to massage them carefully.

Jiang Zheng nodded. He would naturally not refuse such a request. He took off her pair of exquisite high boots, revealing her straight-striped stockings of different lengths, and gently rubbed her feet.

I felt the touch of my feet. It was supposed to be a simple massage for relaxation, but for some reason, a strange feeling came over me.

However, Jean Bart chose to keep silent and just closed his eyes to enjoy his careful massage. He had already done more intimate things, so was there any need to worry about these things?

It is naturally impossible to massage only one part of the body. After Bal's feet were warmed by the gentle massage, he slowly moved up along the ankles, across the calves and knees, and to the thighs. The feeling of the flesh in his hands was very good.

Then he went to wash his hands, came behind her to help her loosen her shoulders, asked her to take off her long-sleeved shirt, put his hands on her smooth and round shoulders, and then pressed on her deltoid muscles.

It was not until more than ten minutes later, when she had enjoyed it enough, that Jeanbal waved his hand to ask him to stop, as if a gangster boss had come from nowhere. However, what she enjoyed was not the compliment of a younger brother, but the compensation from her beloved.

After all, not only did she help him make a cup of intoxicating iced tea, but this guy also took Joan of Arc directly into his own room and had sex with her, which made her very angry.

"Let's go, there's one last thing. Come have a drink with me."

"Sure, but it can't be a Long Island Iced Tea. I just woke up."

"tsk"

"Here, this is your cup. Drink it. It's not a Long Island Iced Tea. You know what it tastes like if you've tried it."

In the private tavern, Jean Bal changed into a dress she wore for a banquet, revealing large areas of her milky skin, snow-white arms and thighs, a high ponytail and high heels, as if she was going to a party.

However, the party she attended only allowed two people to be present, one was herself and the other was Jiang Zheng. At this moment, she was mixing drinks. After some gorgeous shaking techniques, the triangular cup was filled with orange-yellow alcohol liquid. The long lemon slices placed in it seemed to add a touch of elegance.

Jiang Zheng gently picked up the wine glass and took a look. It was indeed not Long Island Black Tea, because there was no difference between the two.

They simply clinked glasses, and the refreshing feeling in his mouth made Jiang Zheng nod. It was indeed refreshing.

"That's the last thing. Also, you belong to Jeanne during the day, so you belong to me at night, right?"

After taking a sip of "Not Going Home Tonight", Bal looked at Jiang Zheng expectantly. He washed off the smell of other women and changed into a clean and tidy white shirt. He looked like a man coming home from work, with a hint of tiredness, but with an exceptionally tempting smell.

"Not really, I'm hers at night too."

Jiang Zheng smiled. He had almost used up all his ammunition today just dealing with Joan of Arc. Who knew that Joan of Arc looked so pure and charming on the surface, but in fact, she could kill people with her twisted waist. Now he didn't have many bullets left.

Jean Bal shook her head. She wore this party dress not just to look good, but also for tonight.

Shaking his head, he realized that there was still a long time to go tonight and there was no need to end it now.

She left the bar, walked like a cat, wine in hand, her high heels clacking on the floor, sat on the bar stool, shaking the wine glass beside him, bent over and looked at him with her face tilted, a smile on her face.

Her long flax-gray hair had not been carefully groomed, but was habitually tied into a high ponytail, with the hair hanging down from the ponytail and lightly resting on her beautiful snow-white back. The decorations on her dress swayed with her movements, and the earrings she wore sparkled. Her plump and slender thighs were dignifiedly closed, giving her a sense of quietness.

Her red eyes stared at him, like a hunter waiting for her prey to fall, savoring the delicate appetizers, a smile on her face.

"Why are you looking at me like that..."

While savoring the drink in the triangular glass and admiring Jean Bart's excellent cocktail-mixing skills, he also sensed Jean Bart's ill intentions.

Until the moment he finished drinking, his body seemed to be gradually surging with strength, and his energy was continuously increasing. Although he had no thoughts for the time being, his passion was ignited. In just the blink of an eye, Jiang Zheng felt that Jean Bal seemed to have become much more beautiful.

Hoping that he would fall for her trick, she drank the glass of wine in one gulp, put it away, and then took his hand and walked to another room.

The original room was occupied, but there was still a sofa available. The expensive sofa and its soft and comfortable combination gave it the same function as a bed.

Pushing him onto the sofa, he let Bal lie on him like a cat, his hands never stopping moving, kissing him while untying his clothes, trying to replenish his slightly tired body.

In his ear, she whispered the name of the drink she had mixed.

I won't go home tonight and go to bed.

Chapter 239 Borrowing the Rubik's Cube

After being forced to enjoy the oppression for most of the night, Jiang Zheng slowly got up until near noon. Looking at the two beautiful ship girls beside him, their rosy faces made him feel depressed and protested from his body for a while.

Needless to say, I was depressed. I had already declined Jean Bart's kindness, but she still got me drunk. It was obviously not iced tea, so how could he get drunk?

As for the body's protest, Jiang Zheng already thought of his kidneys giving him a thumbs up, muttering: Just go on, daddy.

Of course, the main reason was that although it was enjoyable at that time, it was not enjoyable enough. Then, during the process, he woke up the sleeping Joan of Arc and had some fun with her. In the end, he was the one being pushed aside, and they did it one by one.

Joan of Arc was not very happy at first, even though it was the second time she had done something like this, but fast forwarding to joining forces to fight a dragon was still a bit beyond the scope.

However, at the last moment, the saint was worthy of being a saint. She sacrificed herself for the greater good, successfully turned defeat into victory and successfully squeezed out the victory.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zheng touched his kidney and made a big promise to them verbally. For the sake of their health, they had to suffer a little, and at most he would bear the blame.

After getting out of bed, taking a shower, getting dressed, and sorting everything out, Jiang Zheng looked back at the two people who were still sleeping soundly in bed and simply ignored them.

Following the path in his memory, Jiang Zheng planned to go back to his room first. He had been away from the bedroom from time to time in the past few days, and he missed his big Gaga and the cute little servant a little.

He took out his key and opened the door. Gascoigne seemed to have gone out to practice leveling, leaving Flanders alone in the room, wiping things and cleaning.

Flandre was not wearing her usual shawl and bishop's mitre, but was wearing a maid's outfit and sweeping the floor with a broom in her hand.

"Flander, I'm back, why are you alone?"

"And this outfit is so cute, just like a qualified maid~"

"Commander~, you are back"

Jiang Zheng's voice made Flandre turn around with a happy smile on his face. Although it couldn't be said that he hadn't seen Jiang Zheng for a long time, his occasional disappearance made Flandre a little anxious. He ran over with his legs hopping before putting down the broom in his hand, but ended up tripping. The petite figure fell to the floor with a thud and slid a bit.

Jiang Zheng was slightly stunned when he saw this. Wasn't it agreed that the ship girl wouldn't be tripped? Then what was going on?

Without thinking too much about this, Jiang Zheng hurried to Flanders and pulled up this reckless little cutie. Seeing her touching her nose and tears flowing out of her nose due to a bump, she looked pitiful and very cute, making people want to bully her.

"Ugh... Commander, I'm sorry for embarrassing myself in front of you..."

A lost expression appeared on the adorable little face, tears welled up in her eyes. She felt very embarrassed for her own recklessness just now, and immediately apologized to Jiang Zheng.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhengdu smiled, half-knelt, and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes with his fingertips. Her big eyes were full of humility and worry.

"It's okay, don't be embarrassed in front of me. I'm your commander, is there anything about you that I can't stand? Okay, okay~, be good, little cutie."

After comforting Flandre, he looked left and right at the maid outfit she was wearing. It was a very normal style, a black and white maid outfit, a white headband, twin ponytails, white silk stockings and small Mary Jane round leather shoes.

In order to add some cuteness, she also wore bracelets and black bows on both sides of the top of her forehead, and white ones on her ankles.

However, Jiang Zheng noticed that in addition to the headdress commonly worn by maids, she was also wearing a small crown that symbolized her status.

"Lord Commander..."

Jiang Zheng's eyes scanned Flanders' body without any concealment. The straightforward gaze made her face blush. For a moment, the feeling of shame and embarrassment in her heart was replaced by shyness. Although she was a little shy, she still let him look at her body directly.

"Hmm, this is very cute. Who gave it to you?"

I reached out and touched her little head, but because of the hair accessories I could only touch a little bit, and then I planned to stroke the little twin ponytails on the side.

"Well... it's Algeria Sister, but Algeria Sister asked me to call her Sister, Commander. Why is that?"

Flanders felt intimate when he touched her head, so she raised her toes slightly. However, Jiang Zheng's target was her ponytail, so she gave up the tiptoeing action.

"Well... maybe it's because of your higher status? You are Flander, the bishop. I'm just unfamiliar with it. You guys will get to know each other better over time."

Jiang Zheng stopped playing with her hair and fixed his gaze on the crown on Flanders head. He quickly understood Algeria's thoughts.

Because Flandre had the holy title of bishop, it was Richelieu who told him this, saying that Flandre and she were of equal status and both were bishops, but he did not ask in detail what Flandre's position was.

But there is nothing to worry about. Given the Algerian character, I guess they can call each other more intimately if they get to know each other better.

After pinching her little face, Jiang Zheng looked around. Actually, there was no change. If you say it became cleaner, it must have become cleaner, but it was not so obvious.

He bent down and picked up Flandre. Even though she was wearing a cute maid outfit, she was still his beloved little cutie.

"Um... Commander, thank you for your kindness."

After being bitten by him, Flanders blushed again. With the help of the education of the ship girls, this pure and innocent little cutie understood some things and naturally showed a cute attitude.

"Okay, okay, you just need to be cute, forget about cleaning. Let's go, since Da Jiajia is not here, come with me to Sister Li's office."

"Yes, I will follow your will..."

"Jiang Zheng, it seems you had a good time yesterday, haha~, don't look so sad, after all, she is my sister, and Jeanne is also an excellent warrior, and most importantly, they did not hide themselves."