Chapter 41: Give more advice!
"Well……"

The complexion is rosy and the expression is relaxed.

Bernadette pressed the hem of her skirt tightly with her hands. Under the hem was a red cane mark, which was well hidden under the skirt.

After the aftereffect, the body turns into white and rosy skin, as if steam is coming out of it.

She bit her lip and spoke softly.

"Go now. Tell others... that I have already... No, you have already been punished..."

The stimulating feeling still made her mind not clear enough, and her words stuttered when she spoke.

"You don't need to say anything more, just do what you should do."

Droste interrupted her with a cold tone, as if he had returned to his original expression.

"This... is good..."

Bernadette was about to get angry, but immediately thought of her own character, and nodded with trembling legs.

Little maid, I am a little maid...

Murmuring softly, Bernadette tried to suppress the excitement and humiliation deep in her heart.

Sure enough, it has to be Droste.

She thought so in her heart and couldn't help trembling because of what she had just experienced.

That cane...

Droste's thick palm...

"Hey..."

Just thinking about it makes one's legs tighten.

But Droste didn't think too much about it. He sighed softly in his heart and felt a little heavier.

Save, save, and save Timo.

In order to save the fallen student union president, I now have some new things to consider.

The reason for all this was to agree to teacher Freya's request.

That's hard work, Droste.

It's a good thing that someone like Mrs. Isabel doesn't need to be saved.

She was totally here to save me.

Thinking of Mrs. Isabel's gentleness, Droste couldn't help but think of that sweet and slightly shy smile, and those moist peach blossom eyes.

Shaking his head slightly, Droste opened the door and walked out.

Irene outside the door had a serious and solemn expression. Seeing Droste's look, she put away her contemptuous attitude.

After all, this is a student who, like himself, is bathed in the glory of the great President Bernadette.

She tilted her head back, trying not to sound bad. "Well, aren't the words of the great president very wise and radiating holy light?"

As she spoke, Irene's expression showed even more admiration for the president.

As expected, you are the great President Bernadette!

The effect of exhortation is so great!

Bernadette, that's great! Thai pants are hot!
However, Droste felt extremely sad for his good character and body because he would have to face another student union president who he could not get rid of.

He totally ignored the passerby A Irene next to him.

He just lowered his head and glanced briefly, then withdrew his gaze.

Irene looked up and watched the figure gradually walk away, her expression changing from confusion to shock.

"What! How dare this damned boy look at me like that!"

"No, I have to tell Lady Bernadette."

Knocking on the door, Irene, who was angry, tried to control her emotions and gently knocked on the door of the student union president's office.

"Lady Bernadette, it's me, Irene. I want to report to you what happened in Droste just now."

The door didn't move, but Bernadette's voice came from behind. "Oh? What happened to him?"

Irene waved her fist and said indignantly.

"Master Bernadette, he, he, he didn't listen to your advice at all!"

As if recalling something, Irene lowered her head again with an angry expression.

"I just asked him what was going on, and he just looked at me with contempt."

"I suggest that Master Bernadette give him a few more admonitions. You have to convince this troublesome student! You have to make him understand his position and be grateful for the great contribution of the Student Union and the President of the Student Union!"

After finishing this long speech, Irene let out a breath.

The great President Bernadette will definitely do her best to make that stupid and ignorant boy understand his mistake.

Most definitely!
Irene pursed her lips, her eyes determined.

But...why hasn't President Bernadette opened the door yet?

"President Bernadette, are you still listening? Please let me in and listen to your teachings!"

Irene lowered her head and bent over, her tone sincere.

Bernadette inside the door covered her red mark with one hand, stretched out her hand to squeeze and rub the round hemisphere hard, and bit the fingers of her other hand.

The pink color in her eyes seemed to be overflowing.

"A few more admonitions?"

As if thinking about what was going to happen next, Bernadette's legs couldn't help but spasm.

The little feet in white lace stockings couldn't help but tense up their arches, while the five toes, like toffee, tightly grasped the soles of the shoes.

"Hmm..." A trembling sound came out from between the silver-white teeth.

Bernadette bit her lip hard and took a deep breath.

Then he opened the office door with a bang, and his expression returned to its cold and serious state.

Just like her previous disguises.

She reached up and lifted the collar of her shirt, looking at the enthusiastic Irene in front of her.

Bernadette said in a serious tone: "It's time to punish students whose behavior is not in line with the rules!"

As if getting affirmation, Irene smiled.

"Yes!!!"

……

At dusk, Monk City was shrouded in a layer of light golden afterglow. The setting sun shone through the clouds, dyeing the sky a mixture of orange, red and violet.

The ancient castle stands in the distance, its spires and walls appearing even more weathered and majestic in the setting sun.

Droste, carrying his luggage on his back, walked out of the school. Looking back at the glorious and solemn school, he took a step forward.

As he walked, Droste was thinking about things.

There is still no sign of collecting rent, and I don’t know when Patrick can give an accurate answer.

Cousins, aunts, etc., as long as they are ladies from the same family, they can come, but it is better if they have outstanding looks and temperament.

This rules out women over thirty-five.

Droste felt that this option was important.

After all, there are only so many shops and rooms, and they cannot rent them to more people. The reduction in rent will expand the range of tenants.

What follows is magic power, and I don’t have enough magic power. If I had magic power, I would have just rejected Bernadette, and what happened today would not have happened at all.

Droste shook his hands, and the noble and gorgeous black cane seemed to still be in his hands.

When he raised his eyes, Droste had already walked to the door of his apartment, listening attentively to the conversation between Mrs. Isabel and Phoenix inside.

Droste smiled with satisfaction, looking forward to what kind of gift he would receive from Mrs. Isabel tonight.

Push open the door.

(End of this chapter)