Chapter 91 Treatment
“Is there a lesion here?”

Droste gently pressed on the back of the plump thigh and rubbed it tentatively twice.

"Yes... young master... no, doctor."

The moment Bernadette was touched by the cold fingers, her body trembled slightly, as if she had touched a piece of cold ice on an extremely hot summer day.

Yes, and I want more.

"Yes... there is a lesion, please... doctor, please save me..."

Droste nodded slowly and said, "Okay then, let's start the treatment. You should be able to support yourself in this position now."

"Um... OK."

Bernadette hummed softly, her heart skipping a beat and her pulse beginning to speed up.

Droste sat on the bed, holding his knees with his hands, and then guided Bernadette to lie on his legs.

However, this lying was not a normal lying down, but lying with the whole body on Droste's legs.

Bernadette's skirt had been thrown open, leaving only a black and white striped panty.

The white, tender and elastic lesion was located on Droste's leg, and it was the most prominent place, just like when he was a child and had his pants pulled down and given an injection in the buttocks when he went to the hospital.

It is said that this posture will fill a person's heart with shame and indignation, and this posture is undoubtedly created for people who have a strong desire to be controlled.

Just imagine... a young child, lying on his legs, completely unable to move, and then his pants are pulled down, and a needle is poked into the white little drum.

Doesn't the feeling of being completely controlled by the other person, unable to struggle, fit Bernadette's situation exactly?
As Droste thought about it, he felt that his theoretical knowledge was extremely rich. He wondered if Bernadette, who was staring at the floor, thought the same way.
He tapped the lesion gently, and the smooth and shiny surface felt really good.

"Then I'll start? Are you okay with that?"

Bernadette responded in an inaudible voice.

"Um……"

To be honest, Droste was somewhat interested in this strange posture and the tender white fruit, but he always felt that something was inappropriate.

After all, it's someone else's stuff, and they can't just let you control them, right?

But now, the cute and naughty little maid is full of curiosity about this.

So……

Droste's patience with this has reached its limit, so let it be rude.

If you receive a monthly payment of 10,000 gold coins, you have to do some corresponding work.

"You nasty lesion, I will cure you to death."

"Do you like Daddy & Daddy?"

"Look at my top healing palm, shock wave!"

"Hmm..." Bernadette lay on Droste's legs, her sight fixed on the luxurious floor tiles. Her heart was trembling, and she couldn't calm down at all.

This strange posture and this method were really too embarrassing, reminding Bernadette of the injections she had when she was very young.

That feeling of powerlessness and the impact on one's own identity.

It has overturned my previous cognition and is really... damaging to my image.

This scene, which was totally unlike her own silent endurance, made Bernadette feel as if her heart was burning.

She seemed to have triggered a keyword and was inexplicably ashamed of the situation.

and!

What on earth is Drost-san talking about?

no more...

Going crazy……

"Snapped!"

……

"The treatment is over."

Droste looked at Bernadette, whose face was red as tears dripped, and slowly lifted up her skirt, appearing very righteous.

No, we should be righteous!
As a young, green-haired, fire-burning young man, I have the right to defend the treatment results of the beautiful girl!
What a refreshing treatment!
Droste exclaimed. And it is indeed very elastic.

Feeling satisfied, Bernadette walked out with a smile that was both shy and excited.

It was just that awkward walking posture and the dull pain in the back of her thighs that caused her muscles to be pulled a little.

If other students saw this smile, they would probably be horrified.

In school, Bernadette has a kind and cold face, like a flower on the mountain top.

It was such a surprise that she would smile so shallowly, like a female pervert.

Unfortunately, no one saw it, and only Droste endured it silently.

"I'll go wash up."

Droste stood at the bathroom door and watched Bernadette wash her face and drink some cool water.

After some breathing exercises, Bernadette's complexion gradually returned to normal.

Like a blooming petal, it gradually closed its bud and then piled up its cold and sharp thorns around its body.

Bernadette didn't push open the door of Droste's apartment until there was almost nothing unusual.

"Then I'll go back first. The contract has been signed. If I have time in the future, I will come and live here from time to time."

Bernadette said softly as she looked at Droste who was holding the door.

"Today...thank you for the knowledge, young master..."

Droste waved his hand casually: "Learn more by yourself. I always do it. Am I too lazy?"

"You are a top student in school and the president of the student union, but you don't even understand how to clean up the lesions. Aren't you too lazy?"

"..."

How could someone say he is lazy?!

Bernadette hadn't heard this for a long time. This kind of offensive words to her had disappeared when she was very young.

It really... makes my blood boil.

Bernadette blushed a little and retorted stubbornly.

"But I don't know where to learn this kind of knowledge. I can only learn from the young master."

"Oh, so when are you free?" Droste glanced at her and asked indifferently.

"What's the meaning?"

"When you have time, come with me to the library."

There was some interest in Bernadette's eyes. Did the young master want to take her out to study?

Guh…what about the outdoor scene…

At that time, everyone's gaze will be like needles, piercing one's face and body.

The kind of situation where one feels like trembling when being looked at.

It’s exciting just to think about it!

My brain is going to break!
"Isn't it... too early... to go outside? I need to be mentally prepared..."

Bernadette suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and a hint of unnaturalness flashed across her face.

It seems like he is pretending to be strong and showing some resistance.

Droste sighed softly. He was indeed the student union president. Even this kind of performance seemed to be done under duress.

"Let's decide it sooner rather than later. How about tomorrow night? We can finish class early in the afternoon."

Then Droste slapped her little butt twice.

"I believe you will be able to do this mental preparation quickly and well."

"President—sir."

"Well……"

(End of this chapter)