"So the little maid brought something else? This is really unexpected." Drost smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to hook the ring, and pulled it casually. "It seems that she is really fully armed."

"Is that how much you are looking forward to today?"

"Yes. Seven, seven, seven, seven..." Bernadette trembled and almost fell forward to the ground. "Eight, eight, eight..."

Bernadette wanted to answer Droste's question, but she wanted to get his windbreaker more, and she wanted to follow Droste's rules and enjoy this evening. Although Bernadette had some thoughts of not being able to hold on, his wet eyes, slightly trembling arms, and trembling thigh muscles all showed his enjoyment and excitement.

"Nine, nine... moaning..." Droste touched her casually, and Bernadette's saliva started to flow again, and the saliva fell directly to the ground. "Is it not over yet...? How long will it take?"

"Can't you even count? Why are you asking how long it will take? Keep counting. Where are you?" Drost said bluntly. "When you play a game, you must abide by the rules. You have no rights now. You can only listen to me."

"Understand?"

"Yes..." Bernadette nodded silently, rubbing her slender fingers nervously.

The humiliation in my heart gradually grew with what Droste said. Lord Droste was so impolite... What he said was so majestic and wonderful.

"Well, then you continue counting." Droste's voice sounded beside Bernadette, and it sounded like Droste was squatting beside her.

Who would have thought that in the small park at night, President Bernadette, who has a hot body and a pretty face, would be counting here?
"Ten, ten, ten." His fingertips gently rubbed, and Bernadette's body began to shake. "Ten."

"How can it be only ten? Count faster." Droste urged mercilessly.

"Eleven, eleven..." Bernadette almost fell down. She started repeating eleven eleven over and over again, as if she had been completely deprived of her sanity.

"Pah!" Droste slapped the back of his thigh, almost knocking Bernadette's soul out. "I told you to keep counting, why did you stop? Now start counting normally, and remember to find me, otherwise..."

"You won't be able to find your short skirt and nice windbreaker..."

Bernadette turned her head in confusion, and she felt very clearly that Droste had gently wiped the water off her waist with his fingers. She was like a useless rag, at the mercy of others.

Then, Droste's footsteps began to fade away, to the point where Bernadette could no longer hear them clearly. Everything around her seemed to have disappeared into the abyss of darkness, and everything in front of her became terrifying.

I couldn't hear Droste's voice, but I was standing in the small park, naked...

She counted down silently in her heart, and even hoped that the countdown would go faster so that she could go find her black windbreaker, or that slightly short skirt.

"Fifty-nine...sixty..." Bernadette recited silently, and then the countdown ended.

She slowly turned around and turned her head to look around the park. Although she couldn't see anything, she could faintly hear the sound of a carriage passing over stone slabs, the sound of children playing, or the sound of small insects chirping.

Gentle breezes blew from all directions, bringing a slightly cool touch.

Her slender legs wrapped in thin black stockings could not help but tremble slightly. As she clamped her legs together, sweat oozed from her fair skin, forming crystal clear, fine beads of sweat.

Her breathing became more rapid, and she took two steps forward, trying to find someone. But as soon as she took a step, she felt an unprecedented sense of shame like a tide, forcing her to squat down immediately, holding her hands tightly in front of her chest. She couldn't find anyone... There was no way she could find anyone in such an environment...

The most important thing is that she can't hear any movement. She has to play hide-and-seek in this posture. There is no sound around. How can she find it...

At this moment, she truly experienced the great psychological gap and the feeling of being completely controlled. She could only rely on Droste to be happy.

As she squatted on the ground, her body began to blush, and the secretion of dopamine made her even happier and more excited.

I am indeed the pervert that Lord Droste said I was...

Bernadette was wearing her own black shoes and thin black stockings, with her hands on her chest, squatting next to the chair not far away. The cool night breeze brushed across her fair skin, occasionally causing goose bumps.

But she was not cold at all. Sweat condensed on her fair skin, and fine beads of sweat were distributed all over her body, making her whole body a little wet.

Even though she had calmed down for a while, Bernadette's heart was still beating very fast, her heart rate maintained at a high level, and the shame in her heart surged like a tide.

"I guess no one will come to the park now... There are no sounds around, so it's impossible to find Droste..." Bernadette murmured in a low voice, concentrating on listening to the sounds around her.

Having said that, she was very worried that someone would come to the park to rest, and the possibility of someone popping out at any time made her very nervous.

She is the eldest daughter of the Fast family - the proud and noble Bernadette. She originally just invited Droste to rest in the park with a fresh attitude, but she never expected to experience or feel such emotional fluctuations and such shame.

In the morning, she was still sitting in a luxurious carriage to the Aretes Royal Noble School, the extremely noble President Bernadette, but in the evening...

Such a gap is like pulling her from heaven to hell. How can she find it like this...

Several minutes passed and she still didn't hear any sound. She couldn't see clearly around her. The black mask blocked most of her vision, and she could only see a little bit with her peripheral vision.

But it was already dark in the small park, and the little bit of light could not help her.

She wanted to give up, but if she just waited without taking action, there was a high chance that someone would come to the park.

But if you really want to find this state, this attitude...

Shame, embarrassment, struggle, hesitation...

What should I do?

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...(End of chapter)