Rhode Island Park Project

In comparison, Luo Hang, who was sitting comfortably on the sofa, was much more relaxed.

Miss Ahmoni's underwear today is a white and green crocheted lace style, which is small and exquisite in style. Her plump thighs are as white and shiny as ivory.

However, even in such a beautiful scene that should be flawless, the half-stroke left by the black marker is extremely eye-catching. Although the main part is located on the inner thigh, only a small part is exposed. It is still difficult not to notice it at a glance in the scenery full of beautiful and clean atmosphere.

Luo Hang tilted his head slightly, and Ahmoni also noticed Luo Hang's action, and cooperated by slightly spreading her thighs apart, completely exposing the still clear "lower" of her inner thighs.

In order to ensure that Luo Hang's count would not fade, she carefully traced it on her thigh with a marker every night with an indescribable mood.

After all, Luo Hang has made it very clear—

If she can't continue the count, it will be meaningless. And she was given two options in that situation:

One is to skip the counting and go directly to the last step, and the other is to complete all the counts at once.

Obviously, after clearly recognizing the reality and weighing the pros and cons, Ahmoni finally honestly maintained the count on her thigh by herself.

Although she felt that there was not much pure left on her body, she still wanted to try her best to avoid lying on Luo Hang's bed... This might be unavoidable today, but at least her chastity could be preserved for one more day!

The more I think about it, the sadder it gets.

“It’s quite gratifying to see such a sight.”

Luo Hang narrowed his eyes. "After all, even though it's just a simple count, every stroke represents my achievement. It still gives me a sense of accomplishment and commemorative significance."

The corners of Ahmoni's mouth twitched.

It turns out that people's joys and sorrows are completely different from each other.

If you weren't counting on me, I would really believe what you said!

"Master, do you want me to help you write?"

Mandela climbed onto Luo Hang's body, put her arms around his neck with great interest and looked at the words on Ahmoni's thigh.

Even though she adhered to the code of a lady, Ahmoni couldn't help but bite her teeth hard. The crisp sound of the teeth colliding between them went directly into her brain.

Why weren't you so active when that woman was here?! Now you're involved in everything!

"I haven't done anything yet, what's there to write about?"

He reached out and pinched Mandela's butt, which was wrapped in delicate white pantyhose, with amusement.

After gradually getting out of the shadow of the accident in Londinium, Mandela's personality gradually returned to normal.

In front of strangers, he will act well-behaved in order not to affect his image, but when it comes to acquaintances, he may be more...lively.

"Go take a shower first, Ahmoni. You must have been out and about quite a bit before, so this is a good opportunity to give yourself a thorough cleanse."

Luo Hang stood up from the sofa, and Mandela consciously let go of his neck and stood beside her, looking at Ahmoni wagging her tail in front of her with a malicious smile.

"Yes, it is……"

As usual, Ahmoni ignored the wild cat and looked at Luo Hang. For some reason, she suddenly had a bad premonition.

What does...all-round cleaning mean?

It seems that having her underwear seen is really nothing now. After all, given the current situation, she will probably follow Luo Hang into the bathroom.

But now she couldn't help but start thinking about another question -

What is Luo Hang going to do this time?

Luo Hang gave her five chances. The fifth time, she was very self-aware that her chastity would be lost and she would probably be dragged to the bed by this big devil and played with him all over. But now it was the fourth time.

I seem to have used every possible place on my body the last three times, so I need to find another place before this one...

No way.

Ahmoni, who was consciously following Luo Hang, suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

Luo Hang turned around with a smile on his face and put a hand on her shoulder.

"that,"

Ahmoni felt the corners of her eyes twitching wildly. It was a very, very bad premonition. "Actually, I had already taken a shower before going out tonight. I just remembered it."

"Have you washed it?"

Luo Hang tilted his head and said, "It's okay. Mandela and I need to take a shower too. You're just sitting there anyway. Why don't we take a shower together?"

"A lady should be more careful about cleanliness. You didn't use any transportation to meet your subordinates in the alley, and you even put on a police and robber drama with Yara. If you slept like that, it would probably damage your image as a lady if people knew about it."

As Luo Hang spoke, the smile on his face seemed to become even more intense, and the ominous feeling in Ahmoni's heart began to grow rapidly.

"I, this—"

Ahmoni's mind was racing with alarms, while she was desperately trying to come up with excuses.

however,

"Mandela, drag her in."

Not acting anymore?!

Ahmoni's tail instantly stood up.

However, her staff and spell-casting unit had already been disarmed, leaving her no room for resistance. Two rock bracelets quickly condensed on her wrists and then suddenly closed together.

"—!"

Ahmoni looked at Mandela, who finally grinned at her, and swallowed slightly.

"You, have become stronger again?"

She was certain that this was a spell condensed directly from the free particles in the air, without the help of the ground. The previous Mandela could not have achieved this level.

"You don't think I did nothing around the Master, do you?"

Mandela snorted, and rings quickly appeared one after another on all parts of Ahmoni's body.

"wait--!"

Ahmoni opened her eyes wide when she realized something.

"—!!"

Achmoni enters the bathroom.

Luo Hang continued to look at Mandela with a smile on his face.

"Go get me my toolbox."

"Okay, Master~!"

He followed her into the bathroom with his hands behind his back. Mandela excitedly took out an exquisite silver portable toolbox from the cabinet and trotted into the bathroom with her slender legs wrapped in white stockings.

"I, I, can I choose something else...why don't you just go ahead and hit me?! I don't mind!!...don't come over here!!!"

……

after an hour.

Ahmoni, wearing a bathrobe and steaming from the bath, was led into the bedroom with her eyes dull as Luo Hang held her shoulders.

It doesn't matter anymore... There's nothing to worry about anymore...

I am completely clean, and also completely unclean...

Purity, ladylikeness, image...

"This one should be good, come and put it on first."

A man's brisk voice came over, seemingly completely unrelated to her mood.

Ahmoni looked at the object placed in her hands.

Underwear and white stockings...

"Don't be so depressed~"

Luo Hang smiled and hugged her neck.

Her mood was still stagnant.

Luo Hang didn't care, he just leaned close to Ahmoni's ear and whispered:

"You can try to drag Mandela into the water, okay?"

"..."

Ahmoni shifted her gaze and glanced at Mandela, who was looking for clothes in the closet while wagging her tail.

Although she knew that this was Luo Hang's trick, she still couldn't help but grit her teeth and gave her answer:

"it is good."

She untied her bathrobe and put on the special underwear and pantyhose given to her in front of Luo Hang.

When Mandela, who had also chosen her clothes and socks, turned around, she was met with Ahmoni's gritted teeth and furious eyes.

"——? What? Do you think I'm afraid of you?!"

No matter what this guy was going to do, Mandela just showed his fangs.

Luo Hang smiled and patted the two cats' butts with both hands.

"Verbal communication is useless, everyone get on the bed!"

Chapter 384: Let me show you how relaxed the director of the personnel department is!

The next day, Ahmoni woke up with a feeling of discomfort that made it difficult to sleep.

She opened her eyes with difficulty, and her tail, which felt like it was being pressed down by something, moved subconsciously, but she couldn't get away at all.

Ahmoni moved her gaze and first saw Mandela sleeping soundly wrapped around a man, and then the large, fluffy quilt.

Although she couldn't see what was happening under the quilt, she could still feel her tail wrapped around someone's legs for some reason she couldn't remember, and then being pressed down by someone else's legs.

"..."

Ahmoni, who was a little grumpy when she woke up, thought for less than a second before she lifted her leg swiftly.

Get out!

"Meow--!"

……

After a lively morning comedy, all three people in the bed crawled out of the covers.

"It seems you are still very energetic, Ahmoni..."

Luo Hang sighed.

He was not obsessed with the two cats in his bed. After all, he had to check into a room with the shapeshifter today, or to be more precise, provide research materials. If he was late, the shapeshifter would come directly to his house.

Although it was still a sexual intercourse, due to the agreement with the shapeshifter and the need for additional analysis of psychic energy, this time booking a room was actually more of a work-related activity. Furthermore, it would last a whole day and would be very tiring, so it was best to take it easy for now...

"After I return today, I would like to ask His Highness for a leave of absence."

Ahmoni glanced at the messy sheets and clothes on the floor, and sighed with fatigue.

My chastity is almost gone.

Because there was no bleeding, she didn't feel much pain when she moved her legs, but she could still feel a foreign body sensation on the other side. The thought that there might still be something left in her stomach made her feel very delicate.

The debauchery among Victorian aristocrats was actually quite well-known, so she had heard about it before. Those ladies who seemed noble and beautiful in front of others might have done all kinds of terrible and crazy things in bed.

but--

She doesn't want to be that kind of lady!

Her image should be that of a fairy spy who uses her skillful tactics and charm to make men want her, and who moves between various forces and bigwigs. Why is she now almost becoming a tragic comedian?

"Don't talk about your daydreams."

"..."

Ahmoni, who was lamenting her fate, turned her head expressionlessly and looked at Mandela, who was holding clothes with a mocking look on her face.

"There's no way that person would give you a vacation. If you come to be the master's toy for a few days, you might be able to avoid work for a few days."

"Tsk."