The two of them hugged each other in front of the large table and chairs.

"I see. I thought Lord Droste was here to favor me." Bernadette sat astride him, pressing her body against Droste's chest, feeling the pounding heartbeat, which also touched her own heart.

"But... no matter whether Lord Droste misses me or not, I miss Lord Droste very much."

“Not only here, but also here, here, and here.”

Bernadette put her arms around Droste's neck, put a hand on her chest, and tapped the outside and inside of her thighs, her eyes revealing her obsession and frenzy with Droste.

Although it didn't feel like a long time had passed, Bernadette's irrepressible frenzy made her want to be treated casually by Droste again, preferably the kind of humiliation where he stepped on her and made her feel so good that she lost her mind.

"Now? Aren't you afraid that classmate Irene will come back to kill her?" Droste smiled, reached out to hold up her skirt, then slowly touched her shirt upwards, his fingers stroked across the butterfly bones, and gently moved upwards on Bernadette's back.

A slight "snap" sound was heard, and it was obviously the sound of cloth being separated.

"But the young master will definitely take my feelings into consideration, right...? After all... um!"

Bernadette was about to say something when she was interrupted by Droste. She swallowed his voice completely. After a pause, she said, "After all, it's been so long since we last met. Of course... I mean a lot of things... cough cough."

Bernadette's body was leaning against Droste, and the two were very close. Her body trembled slightly from time to time, and then slowly relaxed, and her whole body was soft.

Droste ruffled Bernadette's short black hair, which just covered her ears, and said with a smile, "Is that so? That was really hard work. I just happened to be interested today. I wonder what kind of cute punishment Bernadette would prefer."

Bernadette was soothed and her body trembled again. She raised her moist eyes to look at Droste and replied softly, "Really? I can choose... well, hmm!"

In my heart, I cried out frantically: Master! Master! Trash me as you please!
"Of course. Anyway, Bernadette is just a stupid cat who shivers all the time. It's been so long, you must be feeling very depressed. Where do you put your hands when you sleep at night?"

As Droste spoke, he exerted a little more strength, and Bernadette on the other side quickly gave her opinion, and the suppressed voice squeezed out from her throat bit by bit.

She felt humiliated like a little white rabbit, being completely controlled by Droste. The sense of honor of being the eldest daughter of the noble Fast family and the sharp contrast with her current low position made Bernadette's brain begin to be strongly stimulated.

The feeling of slight pain and comfort intertwined with each other, like a big net wrapped up Bernadette, then twisted and ravaged her back and forth.

Unbearable.

"Yes! Yes... Young master is right, I am a Thai kitten!" Bernadette twisted her body unconsciously. Her body was too sensitive, and she seemed to be controlled by Droste.

Playing with the smooth leg meat, small pieces of leg meat slipped through Droste's fingers. He slowly applied force, and then was slowly bounced away by the white and tender leg meat, just like the most elastic slime.

Sometimes Droste would even think about this: Is Bernadette in front of him a slime girl? Otherwise, why is her elasticity far beyond that of her peers?
After wasting some time like this, Droste loosened his fingers a little tiredly and looked down. The flesh on the back of Bernadette's thigh had become a little swollen and had a faint red mark. Looking at the red background pattern, Droste suddenly became interested. He picked up a carbon ink pen from the table and poked Bernadette's waist.

"How about it? Do you want to try this before you meet the thing you want to meet?"

"This is..." A light pink cloud appeared on Bernadette's face. The slight excitement made her a little breathless and her breathing became a little rapid, but when she saw that it was an ink pen, she suddenly calmed down.

"A fountain pen—it's not impossible..."

Bernadette, who had wrongly blamed Droste, suddenly realized that this ink pen was not the vibrating lightsaber she had imagined, but it could be used for creation.

Use it to draw directly! Let the young master leave a deep mark on himself! A black mark of humiliation that cannot be discovered by others!
She stood up excitedly and laid on the large desk, revealing her beautiful figure. Droste, who was standing behind her, could see it more clearly, especially the tender flesh on her legs.

The movements were extremely enchanting and quickly attracted Droste's attention. Droste couldn't help but wonder what kind of knowledge the noble girl had learned that she was already familiar with it now.

It seems that the task of saving the fallen noble girl is still a long and arduous journey.

Looking back and lowering her eyes, Bernadette pretended to be shy and said with a faint smile: "Lord Droste, please... please start writing!"

Bernadette had already invited him, and as a kind-hearted young man who liked to help old ladies cross the street, Droste certainly would not refuse.

Droste opened the pen cap and wrote three big words on the fair skin. The black handwriting contrasted very clearly with the white skin.

"Young master...what did you write?" Bernadette trembled slightly at the itchy feeling. She looked back and pursed her lips, her voice trembling slowly.

"Flannel ball, it's written very appropriately." Droste smiled slightly, watching Bernadette slowly stand up and show the big words, and even tried to turn his head and wanted to touch it gently.

The shame of being marked made her feel a little dazed.

These few lowly words were ruthlessly engraved on the back of her thighs like a brand. Each word was so glaring, like a shackle that she could not get rid of.

Although it was completely invisible, that place seemed to radiate extremely high heat, like tiny insects crawling in little Bernadette's heart, gnawing at Bernadette's dignity.

Yes! That's it! Master Droste! Trample on your dignity as much as you want, and inflict humiliation on yourself as much as you want.

For the young master, I can do anything!
Seeing Bernadette's complex and excited expression, he knew what she was thinking without having to guess. Droste patted her face and then motioned her to kneel down. (End of this chapter)