My Prime Minister is so cute

It's just... weird.

"Are you okay?" she couldn't help but ask.

Bird glanced at Mary who was tied up in front of him, and thought to himself that the person in front of him was a mid-level warrior after all, and even the carbon fiber rope produced by the system was a little unreliable.

"Don't worry, we're almost there."

After thinking about it, Bird pulled out another carbon fiber rope, passed it through the beam of the ceiling above his head, and added a suspension bondage on the basis of the tortoise bondage, hanging Mary's hands and feet to the ceiling, and the whole person was suspended in the air.

Rope bondage, especially suspension bondage, is the most dangerous and injury-prone form of bondage.

But Mary, the muscular maid, has thick skin and strong muscles, so it shouldn't be a problem to do it.

Chapter 105 Usage of Carbon Fiber Rope

The wheat-colored leather queen who had whipped Ralph with a whip until he was crying in the interrogation room during the day was now being double-tied, tied up in a turtle tie and suspended in mid-air, in a posture that would definitely make any man's blood boil.

However, Mary, the person involved, was completely unaware of it at this time.

Besides feeling a little weird, she was mostly impatient. "Alright, Bird, how long are you going to tie them up? At your rate, how many prisoners can you tie up in an hour?"

Bird admired his handiwork.

Okay, okay, although she is a stupid maid with muscles on her head, she can still look good after the transformation. Her breasts are squeezed by the ropes like this, and she can barely meet the passing line of giant *...

"almost."

So Bird smiled and said, "You can try to break free..."

After getting permission, Mary's eyes lit up and her face was full of excitement.

Hahaha, the high-frequency oscillation knife is mine!

Bird, that idiot, actually thought of using this kind of rope to tie up her, a mid-level warrior. He was just dreaming!

Imagining herself wearing a handsome high-frequency oscillating knife and carrying it with her wherever she goes, Mary suddenly became extremely motivated. Every muscle in her body exerted force at the same time, unleashing the terrifying explosive power that she had cultivated since childhood, which belonged to a mid-level warrior.

Under her strength, the high-strength carbon fiber ropes wrapped around her body naturally... expanded a little.

Mary: “Huh?”

The scene I imagined, where the ropes all over my body would break with just a little effort, did not happen.

No, no, no, it must be because I didn’t use enough strength just now.

Glancing at the thin ropes tied around her body, Mary didn't doubt that the problem was with the ropes. Instead, she took a deep breath and contracted her muscles again, intending to bring out her true strength!

Great! Explosive!

The heart was beating violently, pumping surging blood to every muscle in the body. The veins in the blood vessels seemed to be bursting as if they could not bear it. Mary had squeezed out every bit of strength she could!

What kind of rope can withstand such a powerful force!

However.......

Still no movement.

"Hey, is it true?"

Mary realized something was wrong. She said in shock, "Why can't I break free from such a thin rope?"

"Haha, do you think my rope is that simple?" Bird stopped pretending and sneered, "This is carbon fiber rope used in space technology. It has super toughness and strength. If you can break free, I won't bother with it. You can just fight your way to Central City alone."

If he was hung in the air like this, with nowhere to gain leverage, and if he could still break free from the high-strength carbon fiber rope produced by the system, then he would admit defeat.

Although I don't understand what space technology is.

But Mary probably knew that what was tying her up was not an ordinary rope, so she felt less frustrated.

"So that's it."

She nodded in understanding. "Then Bird, the experiment is almost over, right? Shouldn't you let me go?"

Although it's a pity that I couldn't break free from the rope, I cooperated with the experiment and should be able to get the high-frequency oscillation knife.

However, looking at Mary who was hung in the air with a turtle tie and was twisting like a maggot.

Bird sneered: "What are you going to do? Did I promise to let you go?"

Mary: “?!!!”

"You dared to take my knife and not return it? You are quite brave."

Bird continued with a sneer, "Now I'm going to let you know what cruelty is!"

As he spoke, he walked behind Mary and pulled off her brown boots, revealing her chocolate-colored feet.

However, this is different from the two magicians who don't exercise much and like to carve various temporary magic circles on their clothes to help maintain hygiene, and whose feet are sweet and soft.

After all, Mary was wearing thick boots, walking around the construction site in the sun all day, and exercising herself with a whip.

As soon as the boots were taken off, an unpleasant smell filled the room.

Bird pinched his nose and said with disgust: "Are you kidding me, your feet are so smelly?"

"Hey, hey, it's not that smelly. Can you please stop being so exaggerated?" Mary said angrily. "It's just a little sweaty at most. Isn't it normal for your feet to smell a little after a day of exercise? Speaking of which, put me down quickly. I need to take a shower!"

"It stinks, so don't make excuses."

Bird walked to the window, opened two windows for ventilation, and found a feather duster at the foot of the wall - she was a maid as expected, she had a complete set of cleaning tools.

"You, what are you going to do?"

Seeing Bird coming towards her, Mary felt uneasy and shouted sternly, "I'm telling you, the lady won't let you go!"

"Take care of yourself first."

Bird remained unmoved, picked up the feather duster, and walked towards the bare feet hanging in the air.

In ancient times, there was a punishment of using salt to lure sheep to lick the soles of their feet. It can be seen that tickling the soles of the feet is absolutely effective and is the best choice for dealing with this kind of thick-skinned mid-level warrior.

I saw the soft chicken feathers touching the smooth chocolate-colored paws and gently stroking back and forth on them.

However... uh, no reaction at all.

"Ok?"

Bird frowned and looked at the unresponsive muscular maid: "What's wrong with you? Can you train your muscles to the soles of your feet?"

"Hahaha, are you stupid?" Mary burst into laughter. "I'm not afraid of people tickling my feet! Bird, it's useless for you to tickle me. Just put me down and admit that you gave me the knife. Then I can let it go..."

Bird's mouth twitched.

Haha, you're not afraid of scratching, right? That's just not enough power!

Bird sneered and activated the sonic boom magic, targeting his right hand.

Then, the feather duster held in the right hand began to vibrate at a frequency that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and the whole thing became blurred.

After completing his preparations, Bird extended his feather duster again and probed the soles of the chocolate-colored feet...

"It's no use, Bird."

Seeing this, Mary said sarcastically, "I've already told you that I'm 'naturally not afraid of tickling the soles of my feet'. No matter what you do...Aa ...

A strange feeling came from the place where the soles of my feet touched the feather duster, and it ran through my body like an electric current.

"you you you you."

Mary was horrified. "What did you do to me? My 'Holy Body That's Naturally Invulnerable to Tickling' is clearly invincible!"

"Just a 'Born to be Fearless of Tickling'? How about my 'Born to Tickling Foot Body'?" Bird sneered and shouted, "Watch this! 3600 ultra-high frequency vibrations per second! Laugh at me until you can't take care of yourself! Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe..."

Mary's expression suddenly changed: "What, it's the 'Natural Foot Tickling Body'—Ahahahahaha, quickly, quickly let me go, I'm wrong ah ah ah ah ah hahahahahahahahahahaha—"

Just when the two of them were playing for some unknown reason.

The room door was opened.

The person who pushed the door open was naturally the district chief who never knocked on the door when he went anywhere in this house.

Avril was wearing a thin white dress. She looked at Mary, who was hanging in the air in a weird posture and laughing like a lunatic; and Bird, who was holding a feather duster, with a strange smile on his face, and no one knew what he was doing. She was immediately upset.

"What the hell are you two doing behind my back?????"

Chapter 106 "Rural Teacher"

Central City.

Happy Paradise Magazine.

Although the workplace was still in the basement, with the serialization of "Time Travel", the sales of "Happy Paradise" continued to rise, and the magazine's popularity was also rapidly increasing in both positive and negative senses.

But beneath the fervent atmosphere of this paradise of joy, there is a huge hidden danger that must be solved...

Mirabell sat at the small desk with a conflicted look on her face.

Do you want to transform at the same time?

Although "Time Travel" attracted a lot of traffic, "Happy Paradise" was not a serious magazine after all. As its fame grew, the other party was probably not willing to continue serializing in "Happy Paradise".

Even if you force the other party to publish two or three more works out of friendship, you can't serialize them for a lifetime, right?

Therefore, the best way to capture this wave of traffic is to transform into a regular magazine so that it can be promoted and sold openly.

And don't worry about the works.

In fact, "Happy Paradise" has received quite a few submissions of fantasy works recently... This is probably the so-called masterpiece effect.

But the problem is...I can't bear to do it.

"Happy Paradise" is not an ordinary little royal magazine, but a little royal magazine that she founded herself, carrying her dreams and beliefs step by step!

Ideal or bread, that is the question.

Just when Mirabell was in a dilemma, with a look of struggle on her face.

"Boss, it's time to commission articles," the editor reminded.

"understood."

Mirabell put aside her inner turmoil, her expression returned to calm, and she picked up her pen and began to write a letter to Sarah.

Regardless of whether you transform or not, you still have to commission the manuscripts.

......

Forks area.

"New work?"

Sarah couldn't help but look embarrassed when she saw the letter from Mirabell.

Many days ago, seeing that the publicity of "Time Travel" was so good, Sarah also tried to write a fantasy novel through her own efforts.

But some things can't be written by hard work...

Letting Sarah follow the outline and use her writing skills and professional knowledge did indeed result in a higher quality work than what Bird himself could have written. But when Sarah started writing on her own, she started to fumble around and couldn't even read what she wrote.

Publishing something like this would only undermine the value of the pen name "Bersabia"... By the way, Bersabia is the pen name currently used by both of them.

Should I go find that pervert?

No, absolutely not! I will never go to him now!

Sarah shook her head firmly.

The story began a few days ago, when Bird and Sophia were kissing and hugging in front of her in the office, and said some shameless words, which inexplicably made Sarah feel depressed and unhappy.

Obviously, clearly, I have been taken advantage of by this pervert. He has touched me and kissed me, but I have never heard him say that I should ignore him.

Although I don't want to hear it.

Even if that pervert said shameless words to me, I would just get angry, but the feeling of being treated differently is very unpleasant, that's it.

So with a subtle mood, Sarah deliberately avoided Bird and ignored him during this period.

at this time.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Along with the knock on the door, Bird's voice rang out from outside: "Hello, Miss Sarah, are you in there?"

Hearing this voice, Sarah subconsciously wanted to hide...

But then I thought, this is her own room, wouldn't it be okay if she just didn't open the door?

Thinking in her heart, Sarah turned around, holding the back of the chair with both hands, staring at the bedroom door that was knocking without blinking, listening to the useless knocking with interest, and feeling an inexplicable sense of pleasure in her heart...