Chapter 119: Hands at the Conference Table [Part ]

When I walked into the conference room, I saw several people already sitting in their chairs, waiting for everyone.

Patrick quickly ran to the back of the huge round table below and sat down. He was not qualified to sit next to the ministers and could only sit in the audience seat at the very edge.

Droste and Phoenix also looked around the solemn conference table and were about to sit down with Patrick when Bernadette suddenly knocked on the table.

Everyone's eyes turned over, but Bernadette's pretty face remained cold as she looked at the people below the podium with eyes that showed neither sadness nor joy.

"Student Drost, since you are the student council assistant, please come over to my side."

Everyone was a little confused about the president's decision, but no one said much. They could only say that Droste's outstanding abilities might have attracted the attention of the great President Bernadette.

Irene also wanted to say something, but seeing that it was almost time to start, she didn't say anything.

She sat down in the chair closest to President Bernadette, reached out and straightened out the documents in front of her, and finally raised her voice and spoke.

"The 67th meeting of the Aletes Royal Noble School Student Union has officially begun."

"This meeting is mainly divided into the following three procedures. The first procedure is that President Bernadette will give a speech to everyone and wish the 27th Student Union a smooth start in the next semester!

The second rule is that each department reports a summary of semester activities and a forecast of semester activities since the start of school. Be sure to summarize the problems that were missed and the defects that were not achieved perfectly in the previous semester.

The third rule is to describe what each department should do and what they will look forward to this semester. The activities for the next semester should also follow this process, and no new activities should be developed without permission. "

"Start now!"

I didn't expect that although this little potato has an average figure, with his brains and temperament, he may become one of the most outstanding figures in Monk City or the kingdom in the future.

Droste glanced at him, thinking silently.

Bernadette was next to speak, sitting in a chair, in front of and to the right of Droste.

“Hello everyone, I’m glad to…”

President Bernadette coughed lightly and began to talk about the greatness and glory of the student union and its prospects.

People below the podium and around the conference table looked at her with admiration.

But it was quite boring for Droste, he leaned back in his chair and started to daydream.

Suddenly, Droste felt his hand being grasped. He looked up and saw that it was the hand of President Bernadette.

On the surface, she was sitting upright and giving a speech, speaking seriously, but in fact she pulled down her skirt, grabbed Droste's hand with one hand, and pulled him under her seat.

The brown skirt was lifted up by President Bernadette's hands, revealing the white and tender leg meat and half of the hind leg meat that looked like a peach.

The hem of the skirt had been lifted to the waist, and the blue and white stripes tightly wrapped around the pudding-like flesh on the back of the thighs, making it look fuller, like a box of overflowing yogurt, whiter and more tender.

The white and tender thighs were also revealed, extending all the way down to the firm calves.

Now in front of Droste, it seemed that President Bernadette was naked from the lower body.

What was even more outrageous and proactive was that President Bernadette reached out her hand and guided Droste's hand.

When her fingers touched President Bernadette's thigh, her voice couldn't help but tremble, as if it was squeezed out of her nasal cavity, sticky and soft.

"The future of the student union will be..."

“Even more brilliant.”

Everyone looked at Bernadette in surprise but didn't say anything.

"President Bernadette is so tired..."

Patrick lowered his voice and spoke to Phoenix beside him.

"Yeah." Phoenix narrowed her eyes and looked at Bernadette's expression, her eyes a little vague.

Bernadette was still biting her lips gently, and her breathing in between words became much more rapid, with occasional strange, suppressed sounds slowly squeezing out of her throat.

Somewhat strange.

Phoenix thought so and continued to stare at Bernadette's expression, as if trying to find some clues from it.

"Huh...ha..."

Bernadette's breathing became rapid, she made a few breaths through her nose, her lips slightly parted, and her heartbeat was rapid.

what!

Obviously, she just wanted Droste to rub her legs, especially the plumpness on the back of her thighs.

But isn’t this a bit too intense? Bernadette really can’t hold on any longer.

My mind was in a mess and my body felt like it was not my own.

It was agreed that it was just a simple punishment, but why did Droste want to...

such……

Really like!
So exciting...

Bernadette wanted both, so Droste had to cooperate with her performance.

But this kind of punishment, or the exaggerated performance in front of everyone, really made her excited.

The sense of urgency that one might be discovered by everyone at any time, and the possibility that one's own identity might be subverted at any time, from the high and mighty student union president to the shameless girl.

It was as if my brain was trembling, everything was blank, and I couldn't think of anything else.

"The work of the student union...must...require something..."

It's over, I can't think of anything to say!

President Bernadette suddenly became nervous. The blank in her mind made her unable to remember what to say. Instead, she wanted to make meaningless moans and rapid breathing sounds squeezed from her throat.

Everyone's eyes were focused on his face, with curious looks on their faces.

"What happened to President Bernadette? Why did you suddenly stop talking?"

"Is President Bernadette sick? Why does she look so pale?"

"Why don't we just stop today's meeting here? I'm really worried about President Bernadette's health. She can't let herself tire herself out because of boring work in the student union. That would be our fault."

"Yeah yeah."

The crowd began to discuss with a lot of murmurs, but the voices were kept low.

"Well, everyone, don't be dazed during the meeting. Pay attention."

Bernadette held her face tightly, trying to control her facial muscles to prevent them from being deformed due to excessive soreness.

Droste had retracted his hand when he started speaking, but Bernadette could no longer support herself. The sweat from her nervousness had soaked her back.

It’s so tense and exciting.

　Damn it, I posted it in the wrong order. I’ll wait for the editor to come in tomorrow and change the order.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)