"The calligraphy exhibition ends here now, and it's time to do something else next." Droste said without hesitation, then he leaned back and relaxed on the large office chair.

"You go ahead and do your work. I'll take care of the arrangements for the dance."

This chair was carefully wrapped in fine leather and felt very soft. When Droste leaned on the chair, his tense mind couldn't help but relax.

Droste gently rocked the chair, then looked at Bernadette who was kneeling on the ground. Bernadette also looked up at Droste, with her chin raised and her full breasts bulging, perfectly wrapped in the shirt.

But now, because of the range of motion, Bernadette couldn't help but unbutton one or two buttons to dissipate heat, to soothe her excited expression and the mini-frenzy in her eyes that had nowhere to be released.

"Master Droste, I'm ready!"

"Ah."

Droste just glanced at him and let her kneel on the ground and do her own thing. Her body gradually straightened and stiffened. Droste also began to look through the specific procedures of the dance.

This masquerade ball was actually not just about dancing, it also included performances and speeches by several representatives. It lasted from the afternoon until the evening, with time for breaks in the middle, so not everyone was busy.

The afternoon shows each class's own activities, whether doing various projects within the school class.

For example, some classes are making haunted houses, adventures, and building a few different rooms in their classrooms. Some classes are making a restaurant or a high-end coffee shop in their classrooms to simulate the real operation of a coffee shop.

"Coffee shop?" Droste touched his chin, then put his hand beside Bernadette's ear and stroked her short black hair.

Droste still remembered that Patrick had told him before that there was a class that organized such a coffee shop operation, and every clerk in it was a maid, wearing very cute and somewhat revealing maid outfits in black and white, and they would chat with you while you drank coffee.

I wonder if there will be such a situation at that time?
"Young master...are you interested in this kind of...?" Bernadette, who heard Droste's voice, also stammered, but her words were really unclear.

"Not particularly interested."

"But young master... haah... you can also do this. How about letting me serve you then?" Bernadette opened her mouth slightly, and inside her pink mouth, a tongue like a little snake licked her lips.

"If the young master wants to feed you mouth to mouth... that's fine..."

"Focus on what's in front of you." Droste imagined that scene and was surprised by Bernadette's idea. Is this still the guild master who is so dignified and excellent? Why is her mind full of such yellow garbage?
"Yes... slurp."

Bernadette didn't say anything else, and Droste continued to look back.

After each class holds an activity, there is a speech in the evening, but it is boring and can be skipped. After the speech in the evening, it is time for the most exciting part of the entire event - the masquerade ball.

People from other schools would come to the school wearing masks and dance with the students of our school. After all, this is an aristocratic school and people could not enter in the past. Or the students of our school would quietly dance with the person they like, because they could also secretly express their feelings without being discovered. In short, it is a very interesting activity, which is equivalent to showing your true self, after all, no one in this place knows you.

After just a quick glance, Droste gradually formed clear ideas in his mind and had no intention of looking back.

He closed his eyes, held Bernadette's face, and pressed it against his body with a little force, and the two of them were very close to each other.

Bernadette also cooperated with his actions very well, but when Droste let go of her, she couldn't help coughing several times, and a few drops of sticky saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth, which she sucked back very quickly.

"Huh." Droste let out a breath, and his whole spirit was relaxed a lot. Bernadette helped him clean up the mess and checked every place carefully.

"Hmm..." Bernadette stuck out her tongue, shaking it from side to side, staring straight at Droste's face.

Her body was panting due to the intense exercise, and her fair skin was covered with red, as if stained with clouds. Then her eyes followed Droste's attention to the table and saw the four big words - Masquerade.

"Young Master, are you interested in this too? But...if you don't come to see me today, I will actually go to see you."

"Oh? What's wrong?" Droste looked at Bernadette. She raised her chin and made an expression as if she was swallowing slowly and enjoying it.

After finishing her meal, Bernadette paused and said, "Although I need to be busy at this masquerade ball, I also want to attend it, so I asked the housekeeper to find someone to replace me as the manager of the ball."

"I will dress up and attend the dance with the young master. As far as I know, the young master should not be forming a team with anyone."

Bernadette's wet eyes were fixed on Droste, as if they were about to pull out long, sticky threads.

Droste's rough treatment just now even made Bernadette's airway a little blocked. That feeling was really...

"Don't you need management? Are you so confident that you are still the dedicated President Bernadette?" Droste sneered and teased, looking at her somewhat uneasy and excited expression, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Weird habits can really harm people. The young President Bernadette has been infected with this perverted idea of ​​showing off in front of others.

"It's okay... I'll take care of it." Bernadette nodded seriously, and then looked at Droste with hope, hoping to get his affirmation. "Just can the young master..."

Droste thought about it and felt that he really didn't have anything to do. If he didn't attend the masquerade ball, he would still have to watch Patrick and the others' performance from the sidelines.

Patrick's body shape and figure are completely different from those of many aristocratic students who control their nutrition. It will be clear at a glance.

"Okay." Droste agreed. (End of this chapter)