"Is this what you call mean? Isn't this President Bernadette's favorite method? Why are you blaming me now?" Droste smiled indifferently, sliding his fingers on the shirt and opening the holes. "President Bernadette has been asking me to do this. I didn't take the initiative at all."

"As an outstanding student union member who is very serious and listens to President Bernadette's requirements, I think I have done a very good job. I wonder what President Bernadette thinks?" Playing with the delicate skin in the palm of his hand, which was as smooth as a piece of jelly, it turned into various shapes.

"Well...you, you've really gone too far!" President Bernadette tried hard to prop herself up from Droste's body, but it was all symbolic, her body was already as messy as a ball of mud.

Lying on Droste's body, he occasionally let out a few low gasps, just like a puppy after intense exercise, breathing heavily and panting.

Droste also looked at Bernadette lying in his arms, somewhat absorbed in the play. He smiled casually, put his arm around her shoulders, one hand playing with her delicate skin, the other rubbing her hair.

Finally, he gently touched the earlobe and slid down, sliding and sliding.

"Now President Bernadette seems to have no strength to resist. Although I don't have any leverage over the president, it seems that I have already controlled her." The palm touched the earlobe, the tender flesh on the back of the neck, the shirt, then passed across the butterfly bone on the back and moved slowly down.

"Hmph...you can be as proud as you want...I, I am..." Bernadette's body was stiff, the hairs on her body seemed to stand up, and she was trembling in the air of the equipment room.

"President Bernadette, President Bernadette, can you hear me?"

A somewhat urgent shout suddenly came from the black headset, causing Droste and Bernadette, who were wearing the headsets, to pause.

The two of them looked at each other slowly, but Droste had a smile on his face, while Lady Bernadette's face became even redder and her expression became more fanatical.

The fanatical emotion hidden in his eyes was like a time bomb that was about to explode.

"President Bernadette, are you at the microphone? President Bernadette...?"

The student union member repeated his voice hesitantly, and then he heard the voice he wanted to hear very much.

"Yes! I'm here. What's the situation now? Just report directly."

Although the word "hmm" sounds very dull, like it has a very serious nasal tone, it feels a bit strange.

But the student union members didn't think too much about it and quickly reported the current situation.

"President Bernadette, I'm in the venue now, but there are too many people here, and it's not easy to find a seat. I wonder if you can find a few student union members to help me coordinate order in the venue?"

"Hmm...ah..." A few strange voices were heard again, but these voices did not sound like President Bernadette's voice.

The student union member frowned slightly and thought to himself: Who is making such a strange sound? This is the respected President Bernadette speaking, and it is so abominable to interrupt my conversation with President Bernadette! Ah!

Who is it!

"Well... since you think you need someone... ah... then just call someone. Is Irene here?" President Bernadette's voice was still cold and clear, but from time to time, some voices coming from nowhere interrupted the coldness, making everyone who were covering their earphones tightly and wanting to listen to President Bernadette's words feel a little dissatisfied.

What a cheap and vulgar voice! Who is it!
"Yes, President. What can I do for you?" Irene's voice sounded very timely, always on standby, ready to receive orders from President Bernadette.

"You... ahem, you, go call a few people from the logistics department and bring them to the venue to help coordinate order."

"Yes! I will follow your instructions." "Well, member of the student union, do you understand? Assistant Irene will help you."

"I understand. Thank you very much, President Bernadette."

"Yeah, that's it."

"Yes, President, are you feeling unwell? You have been working really hard these past few days."

Irene suddenly greeted them in time, and everyone immediately came to their senses and said, "Thank you for your hard work, President."

"No...it's okay. I'm fine. You guys should work hard too." Bernadette replied calmly, then moved her eyes downward. The ink pen in Droste's pocket poked her stomach, making her feel hot suddenly.

And that damned hand, moving gently along the back of Bernadette's thigh.

"What's wrong? President, aren't you going to continue? Well, I'm going to give you a little stimulation." Droste lowered his head and spoke softly, saying seductive words next to President Bernadette's ear, and the faint golden light in his eyes began to flow slowly.

His voice was deep and had an irresistible appeal, and every word seemed carefully chosen to strike a chord with the listener.

The pale golden light was like the sound of a battle horn.

As a human being, President Bernadette suddenly felt a little lost in that voice, and her body began to react violently involuntarily.

“Ah…!”

The sudden voice shocked everyone in the headset.

Student Union Member: “?”

Erin: "?"

Droste: “?”

Irene, who was selling next to the black one, couldn't help but frowned. Her eyes became sharp. She cleared her throat and spoke into the black headset.

"Which student council member is making such a low, despicable, and extremely obscene sound here!?"

"Who disturbed Lady Bernadette's orders and arrangements?! Who is it?"

Lowly, obscene, and extremely despicable!

The instigator of all these noises, President Bernadette, shuddered violently when she heard Irene's familiar and somewhat angry voice. The secretion of dopamine and her violently beating heart made her mood high again.

Those words that were almost impossible to come out of the polite Irene's mouth were like a flash of lightning that broke through the night sky. The sudden impact exploded in President Bernadette's mind, bringing a moment of clarity and tension. (End of this chapter)