Rhode Island Park Project

"How long are you going to sit here now?"

"Well, it's actually working now. If you lift up the carpet, you can see the magic circle lighting up."

"Then you go and lift it up?"

"No, it works on me too!"

"It doesn't matter~"

"You can go too!"

"I'm filming radio gymnastics, not a short film!"

Ursula watched the two of them bickering in silence, oblivious to the others, and silently lifted up a corner of the carpet herself.

The pink magic circle below was indeed emitting a bright light.

...So it works on me?

Ursula was in a strange mood.

"That's all right."

The princess also poked her head over and said, "Let's go to Ursula's house now!"

Luo Hang, who was standing behind, took the opportunity——

"Hey! I knew you were going to do something bad!"

The princess, who had grasped his arm, raised her chin triumphantly.

He picked up the camera with his other hand and said seriously, "I need someone to help me shoot the beginning."

"Then do it yourself! I'll take the photos!"

The princess wouldn't be fooled.

He just stretched out his foot and tripped.

"ah!"

"Go away!"

The princess slumped over the seat in an indecent posture.

He calmly turned on the camera:

"Okay, everyone, get ready to start."

"Ah!"

The princess pouted as she climbed up and sat down across from Ursula, muttering, "It's over, it's over. Now we're all going to be manipulated by the perverted director. I'm definitely going to be filmed too. The dignified demon king is going to star in a movie—"

"We're a serious movie! Radio gymnastics! This is a sports and health channel!"

Mr. Director corrected again.

Ursula ignored him and looked at the princess across from her in silence.

"Isn't this your own spell?"

"Because it's my magic!"

Miss Theresa lamented, "If it was an ordinary spell, I would have dealt with it directly, but my spells are not that ordinary!"

Ursula's expression was lost.

So you were so harsh on me, right?

Live it!

"Alright, alright, let's start filming!"

The director clapped his hands and said, "Just chat about whatever you two want and then leave peacefully."

He took out a small movie-making clapperboard from his camera bag in a very formal manner:

"Ursula Part 2: The Corrupted Princess' Invitation, action!"

"uh-huh,"

The princess coughed formally and looked seriously at Ursula, who was sitting across from her. "I heard there have been some restless outsiders active in the newly reborn Kazdel recently. Major Ursula, have you discovered anything?"

Is this so serious?!

Ursula felt a sense of disharmony and was a little nervous.

"They are just some insignificant little bugs. Not worth your concern, Your Highness. I will clear them out of our home."

"That's a reassuring answer."

The princess smiled. "I thought that after being captured by a certain figure from Rhodes Island last time and being immersed in his scent every day, you would be unwilling to accept peace now."

Ursula's face was expressionless, and her original tension disappeared.

Sure enough, his true colors are revealed!

"What's past is past. The interests of the Sarkaz are above all else."

"Very good, you can go back now."

Sitting upright in her seat, her long pink hair like a waterfall and her profile soft, the princess elegantly picked up the teacup, lowered her eyes and brought it close to her lips, looking like a standard person seeing off a guest.

Ursula stood up and left the scene. In the camera shot, she walked out of the door of the rest area and her back disappeared into the distance.

The scene turned back to the seat in front of her. The originally beautiful and noble princess was suddenly looking directly at the camera. Two pink hollow hearts with white edges miraculously appeared in her cherry-colored pupils. She stood up with an eerie smile.

The director wisely improvised, walking into the frame, with his back to the camera, and kissing the princess who took the initiative to hug him, while he lifted a corner of the carpet with his toes to reveal a fluorescent pink magic circle.

"I did as you commanded, Master~"

"His-"

When the princess called him "master", he gasped, his heart beat faster, and he felt a little restless.

"You even managed to create a heart. What kind of weird magic do you usually use in your eyes, Princess?"

He still couldn't help but complain.

The princess blinked her heart-shaped eyes proudly:

"What's the matter? Doesn't it look good? Don't you like it? Hmm?"

The princess put her face right in front of his, forcing him to look closely.

"Well, it's pretty good. I like it very much."

He answered honestly.

The princess smiled and turned her face away, snapping her fingers crisply. "Then I'll give Ursula one too later."

"This is good, we can save on special effects."

He secretly touched the princess's upturned buttocks and asked, "You don't feel anything now?"

"I told you it would take 15 minutes. When the time is up, I will become a slave who only obeys my master's orders~"

The princess blinked her loving eyes and asked, "How is it? Are you looking forward to it?"

"Well, let's go after Ursula."

He put away the camera seriously, then took the princess' hand and walked towards Ursula's house.

The distance on the road was not very far. After all, it was in a residential area and Ursula's home was in his building.

By the time he reached the corridor and re-set up the camera, it was almost time.

He looked at the noble princess beside him, with her skirt fluttering and pink hair flowing. The princess also blinked her loving eyes at him, then blushed quickly as if she suddenly realized something, and her skirt swayed, seemingly rubbing against her thighs.

He couldn't help but complain:

"Isn't it too fake?"

"What are you talking about, Master~"

The noble princess who had become a slave to sex smiled and took the initiative to stick to him, breathing sweetly on his neck, "The time is up, let's go in and let Ursula become your slave too!"

"I just want to teach her how to do radio gymnastics."

He gave careful and persistent corrections.

The princess touched his belt buckle with a burning blush on her cheeks: "Then I will serve you."

He deadpanned, "You can do radio gymnastics with her."

"I do not want!"

"You are a slave!"

"I reject!"

"You can't refuse, you're a slave!"

"I suddenly don't want to be a slave anymore!"

He pulled the corner of his mouth and slapped a charming photo directly on the princess's forehead.

"ah!"

Theresa, who was leaning in his arms, trembled and her eyes changed rapidly.

Even through her thick winter skirt, he could feel the surging heat coming from the princess.

"Master~"

The princess kissed his neck directly.

It seems that this time he is really being fucked by a slave.

He calmly retracted his devil card: "Let's go inside."

"Okay, well, haha~"

He hugged the princess, who had her face pressed against his neck, breathing heavily and swallowing her saliva, and came to Ursula's door. He raised his hand to slide open the light curtain and unlock it.

"Click."

The door opened.

He raised his hand and grabbed the corner of the princess's face that always poked him: "Go and get the things."

"Master, you don't want me anymore."

Theresa looked pitiful.

"Shut up and follow orders!"

"Oh."

Theresa obediently went to lift up the camera.

He looked towards the depths of the house where a faint whimpering sound could be heard, and excitedly waved to the princess.

"Let's go learn radio gymnastics!"

Chapter 627: The Young Eagle Takes Flight

Ursula's house was still the same as before, but with Luo Hang's keen observation, he still noticed that the things placed on the cabinets on the way to the bedroom were a bit messy, probably at the height of the armrests.

The princess walking beside him with a camera in her hand also kept rubbing against him.

It can be seen that the previous spells were indeed ineffective against the princess, but the princess's resistance was relatively high. Otherwise, relying solely on his charm would definitely not achieve such an effect.

He lifted up the princess's skirt to see what color and style it was today. As a result, the slave princess wanted to throw down the camera and take it off herself, but he stopped her by slapping her on the forehead.

No business has been done yet.

Theresa looked at him, blinking her loving eyes and looking aggrieved.

"It's no use rubbing your thighs,"

His face was expressionless, his duties as a director overriding his animal instincts. "When we do the radio gymnastics later, you'll have to follow instructions even if you want to close your legs."

"Okay, okay!"

The princess became excited again and came up to kiss him.