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Beatrice's room was far more normal than I had imagined, such as smoking medicine jars, goblins preyed on by unknown plants in transparent terrariums, sex toys scattered all over the place...... None of the above appeared, just a fairly clean room.

Artists, it is inevitable that they will plant some flowers and plants in the room and then set up a canvas or something, and it is better to make the interior furnishings beautiful, in short, the Beatrice room in front of me looks quite in line with my impression of the artist's room.

Well, is it really a strict distinction between the research room and the house?

Scratch your head and give up the idea of delving,.

A journal on your desk? Not interested.

My portrait hanging scroll on the wall? I'm not interested, but Cyno has the intention of taking it off and bringing it back to the Demon King's main city to worship Miri.

A pillow with yes written on it? To ignore, this must be ignored.

The bed is made on a white main bottom, and there is a fat ...... decorated with a small red bow on the top This thing is obviously a trap, there is a laundry basket in the dressing room of the dormitory bathroom, so the usual change of clothes will be left directly in the dressing room, like this fat as if forgotten on the bed, no matter how you think about it, it should not be Beatrice accidentally forgotten, but she deliberately left it.

Lord Demon King, there's a note next to it. Cyno picked up the note that was pressed under the fat note, glanced at me, and only after getting my signal did she read the content of the note: Xu Mo is okay, when you see this note, I must not be in the dormitory, with the cumbersome mechanism arranged in my room, only you can invade perfectly without injury, the fat on the bed is to investigate Xu Mo You like the fat this style, all of them have been worn overnight and not washed, if you like the style you put today, please take it away, love your Beatrice.

After listening to Cyno's note, I was silent for a while, daring Beatrice to think that I would be bored and run to invade my roommate's room.

Lord Devil, please judge. Holding a small note in his hand, Cyno gave me a reassuring look.

I took a deep breath, pulled Cyno's little note over and put it back under the fat one, and raised my hand with a resolute gesture and waved it vigorously: the mission continues, this note is nothing more than a trap laid by the enemy to confuse our minds, as long as we ignore it.

Lord Demon King, my subordinates still have something to report.

Say, Private Cyno.

As for the amount of vitality contained in the fat and the water stains left on the fabric, the subordinates analyzed that the flower elf should have been self-directed five times last night, and the posture used in the process was......

I quickly interrupted Cyno, who was excited because he finally had the opportunity to speak yellow, and quickly extinguished it while the fire was still raging: Private Cyno, please don't convey unnecessary information.

Obeyed, and his subordinates regretted it. Cyno pursed his lips, a look of disappointment on his face.

I took a deep breath and patted Cyno on the shoulder as a sign of relief, as this was not a time to relent, as the end of a soft-hearted approach would make Cyno's actions pop up from time to time, and this was not a suitable environment for a thief.

Anyway, don't touch Beatrice's fat this, just let it sit like this, our goal today is the clothes. Hooking my finger at Cyno, I turned to walk towards the closet.

Most people usually put intimate clothes in the bottom layer of the wardrobe, while household clothes are placed in the center, and the top layer has to be suspended with hangers, and formal clothes and outgoing clothes cannot be folded and stored at will, so after thinking for a while, I opened the middle layer of the wardrobe in one go, grabbed a few pieces of fabric from it and threw it at Cyno behind me.

Can I wear it? With my back to Cyno, I pinched the shoulders of a short shirt and spread it out in front of my eyes, needless to say, it was the size of a little girl, and it wasn't until the last stage that I remembered that I seemed to have forgotten to consider the difference in size between Cyno and Beatrice.

Beatrice is a young girl's body type, and Cyno's figure is not strong among women, but it is on par with me in terms of height, so if Cyno really wears Beatrice's clothes, there will be only one ending, that is, everyone's favorite burst clothes.

Cyno, do you have clothes that you can wear? Frustrated, I folded my shirt and put it back in the closet, and I looked back helplessly as I questioned, but the scene in front of me was really unexpected.

You can barely put it on, but you shouldn't make too many movements, otherwise there is a high chance that the clothes will be damaged. Cyno replied solemnly, but the outfit on her body at this time was extremely contrary to her previous attributes—it was a school swimsuit that had been pushed to the limit.

Although he used to say that armor was to him what the body of a horse was to Diana, there were times when I gave the order that Cyno really didn't hesitate to give up half of his body, such as the armor that was now scattered all over the ground.

Should you praise it as a swimsuit that is very malleable?

The school swimsuit that Beatrice used to wear with her home uniform was now put on Cyno, and there was no sign of tearing it after Cyno made a few moves in a row, and while secretly admiring the magic of the school swimsuit, I couldn't help but feel the urge to complain about Cyno.

School swimsuits are always worn with young girls, and the royal sisters usually only wear substitutes for school swimsuits, which are called competition swimsuits.

Although in today's bad books, there are often plots where wives put on school swimsuits in order to be nostalgic for the past in an attempt to show the cuteness of contrast, but here I must solemnly declare that this girl is evil!

A beautiful face, waist-length blonde length, a body that is neither particularly slender nor particularly thick, just the right body, the two balls of meat that are trying to pop out of the constraints of the school swimsuit with the fabric on her chest stretched to the limit, and the unguarded position that she is trying to adjust because she is sticking her fingers into her hips because of the wrong size.

This, this, this, this is so evil! You should be expelled from the world! I gritted my teeth and roared indignantly.

Cyno nodded, but his expression seemed to be a little puzzled: since the Demon King thinks so, then his subordinates also think the same way...... Lord Demon King, although your subordinates don't mind, why do you suddenly rub your subordinates' buttocks?

I gasped, stopped my hand movements and took two steps back, patted my chest and said: It's really terrifying, it can actually make me make subconscious movements, then again, I don't know if there are knee socks in Beatrice's room?

I don't know if it was out of my own thoughtfulness or if I was really distracted, I saw Cyno turn around and take out a pair of over-the-knee white socks from the bed: This is just mixed in with the clothes you just threw over, Lord Demon King, do you need your subordinates to put them on immediately?

No, wait a minute. I stroked my chin, and my hands felt the prickly touch of the stubble because I forgot to shave this morning, and at the same time I felt the evil taste in my heart: don't put them on your feet anyway, or how about we consider over-the-knee socks as gloves?

Understand, do you mean dressing up like this? Obviously, falling into the eyes of others is an out-and-out behavior, but Cyno did as I said without hesitation, and soon Cyno's arms were completely wrapped in over-the-knee socks.

It's fun, but it feels like there's something missing. At the same time, I put my over-the-knee socks on my hands, and this picture seems to me to be full of comedy, but I am still not satisfied with the pursuit of perfection.

The subordinates found cat ear decorations under the bed. Fingers over the knee socks were confined, so Cyno used his right foot to push a box of cardboard boxes out from under the bed as he finished speaking.

I really can't understand how most people have such a problem, there are many more suitable hidden places in the room, but they still can't help but hide some unsightly things under the bed.

Demon King, what do you think of this accessory? Reluctantly putting the cat's ear headdress on his head with his hand with over-the-knee socks, Cyno is different from a vibrant girl, but slowly turns around in place: , and then clenches his left and right hands into a fist, and puts it on his cheek one by one, imitating the cry of a cat: Meow~

It feels good, but it seems to be missing something. Admittedly, I was almost satisfied for a moment, but in order to make Cyno move to a higher level, I finally gave a bad review: I think I can save it again...... Ahem, I mean, it could be a little more reinforced.

Yes, the subordinate also has a cat's tail in the cardboard box, and it is inferred from its structure that if you want to equip it, your subordinates must ask the Demon King for help.

I rolled up my sleeves eagerly: turn around and lie down, you can do this part with a few hands.

Turning over obediently, Cyno met his eyes with someone outside the door.

By the way, your subordinates want to report a person when you are busy, Lord Demon King, and she began to spy on you and her subordinates as early as when you and your subordinates entered the flower elf room, and your subordinates thought it was time to get her out.

Good job! And Diana, don't try to escape. The former sentence is addressed to Cyno, and the second is addressed to Diana, who is standing by the door and still hesitating whether to run away or take advantage of the situation: I've always been curious about what Centaur's swimsuit looks like, and I seem to be able to take this opportunity to learn about it in passing.

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Miscellaneous:

Today's second shift, there will be another shift later.

Tomorrow because the class is full, I am ready to ask for leave from school.

Burn until you become snow-white ashes!

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