Chapter 239 The Sound of Flowing Water under a Small Bridge

"Hmm..." Bernadette nodded. Her waist twitched from time to time as if she had received an electric shock, but she really couldn't control it.

"Yeah." Irene held her breath and slowly peeled off the pure white cotton socks, just like peeling a perfect lychee.

Under the cotton socks are pink and tender toes, slender, curvy feet, and a slightly taut arch.

"Don't be nervous, relax, Lady Bernadette." Irene said softly.

In order to relieve the pressure on President Bernadette, it is our responsibility!
"Well, it's okay. Ah... come here." Bernadette's heartbeat was getting faster and faster. The long-lasting tide-like feeling came over her in waves, making her like a small boat in the sea, being torn to pieces by the strong wind and waves.

No...I can’t hold on any longer!
Bernadette raised her chin, revealing her slender white neck, and these words immediately came to her mind.

"Okay, if you feel uncomfortable, Master Bernadette, remember to tell me."

Looking at the pink toes in front of her, Irene slowly stretched out her hands and grabbed them.

Because of her physical discomfort, Lady Bernadette's feet were obviously sweating a lot, and they looked a little wet and slippery. As soon as Irene's fingers touched them, she immediately got such feedback.

"Hmm...Hmmmm."

President Bernadette's pupils suddenly shrank. The feeling of the fingertips sliding across the soles of her feet made her shrink instantly, and her body suddenly went limp. The tingling and numb feeling made the shame deep in her heart gradually rise.

"What's wrong? Is Lady Bernadette feeling unwell? Is it because my technique is too stiff?" Irene asked with some confusion, completely unaware that Bernadette was in a very embarrassing situation.

"No...just continue...it's very comfortable..." Bernadette took a deep breath and then said.

"Understood." Irene nodded, then put her hand on it again, gently massaging the white and tender soles of Lady Bernadette's feet with her fingertips.

Even though the soles of Ms. Bernadette's feet are the part she uses for walking every day, they are still more delicate and smoother than those of ordinary people.

While massaging, Irene lamented the gap between herself and Lady Bernadette.

Lady Bernadette is truly the most perfect. Even her delicate and perfect soles and arches of her feet are a million times more beautiful than those of others!
"Gudu."

Irene suddenly heard a voice and looked up at Lady Bernadette, but she only saw Lady Bernadette closing her eyes with some enjoyment, leaning on the sofa with her cherry lips pursed, like a sleeping beauty.

It seems to be working, keep going!
As Irene's fingers began to rub the soles of Lady Bernadette's feet, Bernadette's delicate body trembled slightly, and she seemed to be enjoying it.

"Master Bernadette, occasional foot massage is a very healthy way, but I haven't learned it completely. I will bring you a more perfect massage posture next time, Master Bernadette."

"Hmm... Hmm..." Bernadette murmured unconsciously. The strong feeling of the impact made her completely unable to suppress her physical feelings, and wave after wave echoed deep in Bernadette's heart.

Rock and rock, rock to Grandma's Bridge!
"Foot massage can increase blood circulation in the feet, thereby improving blood flow throughout the body. This is important for stress relief..." Irene continued.

"Um...uh..."

President Bernadette also responded.

No more… No more…

In just a few minutes, Lady Bernadette seemed to be under hundreds of times the pressure, making her itch so unbearable.

It was not only the itch on the soles of her feet, but also the itch deep in her heart. The itch came from all directions, and it was about to completely overwhelm her, making it impossible for her to struggle at all.

But since Irene was in a good mood, it was difficult for her to refuse anything. The wet touch came from the soles of her feet, and Irene's smart little fingers touched her heartstrings bit by bit.

Well……

The feeling of urgency made Bernadette's eyes blurry and distracted, and her body swayed.

One of her hands, where Irene couldn't see, was tightly grabbing the fabric of the sofa, as if trying to relieve the feeling in this way.

As time went by, Irene seemed to be so happy to have the contact with President Bernadette that she actually massaged one sole of the feet for three or four minutes, not to mention massaging both soles together.

Mistress Bernadette had no choice but to endure it silently, and the familiar feelings her body brought from time to time were suppressed by her extreme control.

"Okay, President." Irene's voice reached Bernadette's ears, making her let out a long breath, and her whole body was freed from the tense and depressed state.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. You can go back now..."

Bernadette stretched out her hand and stroked her forehead. Her black hair was already sticking tightly to her forehead due to fine beads of sweat, giving her a somewhat messy beauty.

"Yes." Irene smiled and said goodbye, her heart filled with admiration for the president.

The president actually said thank you to me. This is simply great!
While Irene was controlling her steps, she was already extremely excited.

Of course, the same was true for Lady Bernadette on the sofa. She grabbed the fabric of the sofa with both hands, and her body couldn't help but lean back, and her breathing became extremely rapid.

She really wanted to leave the sofa and go to the bathroom, but her body was so stiff that she couldn't move at all. She could only lie on the sofa and wait for her emotions to gradually calm down.

"Boom boom~" the sound of heartbeat reminded her.

The chirping of birds outside the window also made her a little irritated. She unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her smooth, white skin to the air. The breeze coming in from the window swept over her body, taking away every bit of heat.

Suddenly, the breeze became stronger, but the chirping of birds suddenly stopped.

President Bernadette suddenly felt a little curious. She quickly looked up at the wall and found that the alarm clock on the wall had stopped.

Just as she was about to look out the window, a familiar figure appeared in front of her. It was Droste.

Droste smiled slightly and looked at President Bernadette somewhat anxiously. His blurred and misty eyes contained Bernadette's strong desire and need.

Help.

That's what those eyes shouted.

Bernadette's cherry-red lips slightly opened, and she turned over slightly on the sofa, exposing the back of her perky thighs. She supported her body to prevent herself from falling, and looked at Droste with longing eyes.

Droste just smiled and snapped his fingers.

"Snapped!"

The Aretes Royal School is very quiet, and you can even hear the instrumental piece called "Bridges and Flowing Water".

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Happy 520 brothers!
(End of this chapter)