In the afternoon, the sisters went to report to Erin's side.

Sister Marlene's car stopped in front of the door of Lesson 9, and Theresia opened the door to guard it, and when she saw Nance coming out, she let out a puffed "hum" and shook him with a very impatient face.

Nance smiled amusedly, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes in contemplation.

There was a private banquet today, attended by businessmen and politicians, as well as a few big grain merchants. Sister Marlene called the secretary to come and take him there.

He didn't really want to go to this kind of place full of pompous atmosphere, but since Marlene was there, it would be a pity not to go more.

Once at Universal, Theresia invites him into Marlene's office.

The Bad Nun wasn't there, but her office had a special make-up mirror and a changing room with outfits prepared for him.

In front of the full-length mirror, Nance straightened her tie.

The man in the mirror is handsome and straight, and he is a standard beautiful man.

But his brow was furrowed, and he was solemnly silent, as if he was thinking about something important.

Sister Marlene crept behind him.

When she first met Nance, the man's appearance made a deep impression on the bad nun. When she learned about the man's barren and pitiful experience, the bad nun was even more pleasantly surprised. For a woman like her, who has the nature of teasing men, isn't such an ignorant chick a wonderful tool to relieve sorrow and boredom? I don't want to mention the rest of the story.

Sister Marlene looked through the mirror, observing him.

No other man struck her more impressively than his facial features, with his Greek statue-like impeccable features, thick jet-black hair, and bangs that floated meticulously above his eyebrows. His brave and calm gaze, and the vigor of his prominent lines, made him look like an invincible young officer.

He's taller now than he was when he first met.

The upper body is broad and muscular, and if you take off your clothes and appreciate it, you will feel like you are facing a lion-like oppression. As he walked, his posture, his gait, every tiniest movement inadvertently revealed an indescribable sense of awe-inspiring power, but at the same time it also showed a certain sense of imperiousness.

Sister Marlene speculated that this might be the reason why he was about to be promoted to the Devil.

The growth of strength, through temperament, manifested itself in him...... He used to want everything to be just, but now, he wants everything not to go against his will. However, he did not become arrogant because of this, he was still as before, with a pleasant conversation, simple manners, and a kind nature.

Such a man is very much in line with a woman's preferences.

There is a tiger in the heart, sniffing the rose.

On weekdays, he is a good man who respects his wife at home, but when it comes to a pinch, he becomes indestructible and acts with terrible ferocity. Oh yes, in bed, it should be just as fierce, but the bad nun hasn't tasted it yet......

Sister Marlene fully understands what it takes to conquer such a man. She had decided to treat him like a real lover before she got tired of playing with him, to show him all her coquettishness, to put him above everyone, and at the same time to make him deeply in love with herself.

She wished that the man did not belong to any woman, but she did not envision that she belonged to him.

This is not a whim.

As the social queen of Shin-Yokohama, Sister Marlene has all the innate conditions needed to play the role of flirtatiousness, and the holiness she has cultivated in the Holy See since she was a child makes her flirtatious even more charming. The women envied her, the men loved her, her beauty, her manners, her speech, her posture, these things complemented each other to form a whole, giving her a natural charm.

For example......

The lifelike angel wings on her chest are the embodiment of her natural charm.

It's a magic power to be holy and lustful. Muggles were absolutely irresistible.

Nance also sees the Bad Nun in the mirror.

"What role am I going to play tonight?" He asked, looking back.

"Hmm—" Marlenes

The woman crossed her arms and thought for a moment, "Just play the role of Marlene's male pet."

"Is there anything I need to pay attention to for my male pet?"

"Just make Marlene happy. When Marlene is happy, it makes you comfortable; If Marlene is unhappy, it makes you uncomfortable." Sister Marlene said, leaning closer to him, her fingertips gently curling his tie, "Yo. If you dare to look at another woman, I'll gouge out your eyes!"

"I'm your dog tonight!"

Nance said, holding up her hands.

"All the time is from now on!"

Sister Marlene's fingertips deft and deftly twisted his tie and then slowly tied it again.

Her plump body, gently clinging to Nance, helped him tie his tie in a pretentious posture, and babbled on her lips about which family's lady had recently received a big gift from her husband, and which family's young lady's recent new man was a big man like so-and-so. This kind of meaning is meaningful, and the kind of friendship when delivering Qiubo does not have a sense of disobedience in her.

This bad woman has a lot of attraction to men.

To be able to completely conquer her body and mind is a great achievement for any man. After helping Nance tie his tie, she kicked him out of the changing room.

As the door was about to close, Nance glanced inside.

When she took off her uniform, she was really a mesmerizing mistress.

"Why don't you try a new gun with Marlene......

As she thought about this, her throat suddenly felt thirsty.

Let's be honest, the charm of the bad nun in his eyes is getting bigger and bigger. In her coquettish voice, in her bold speech and demeanor, there is a kind of provocative feeling. She can show people all the qualities that a high courtesan needs to have, and anyone who has the privilege of sitting next to her at a party must feel fluttering.

But the thought drifted through for a moment, and Nance calmed down again.

The bad nun hasn't even befriended him yet.

Her delicate face could be as smiling, contemptuous and cold, charming or overconfident as she pleased. This changeable mask is proof that she buried her original self as a parasite. Judging from the identity of the nurse and her attention to the plague, she seems to have a kind frequency in her heart, but her position forces her to treat things with malice in her heart.

Nance looked at the closed fitting room door, and the scenes of being with the bad nun came to mind.

Her face really didn't seem to have a fixed impression, alternately showing unguarded innocence, and then the old woman doing the cunning calculations. One second it was gentle and moving, and the next second it was contemptuous and cold; When alone with Nance, she can avoid clichés through playful and elegant teasing, and have the respectful elegance of a saint who serves the gods.

"Nance, come in for a ......

Suddenly there was a voice in the door.

The tone was so coquettish, like a girl in love, that Nance involuntarily accepted the invitation. z.br>

Push open the door.

The light in the door was turned off, and only a candle was lit.

In the light of candles, Sister Marlene resembles a maiden dressed in a light veil and adorned with lace. She wore makeup, her face was as bright as a peach and plum, and her neck was white and flawless.

"Uh......"

There's something strange about Nance.

Like a fairy spirit, Sister Marlene was wrapped in a white gauze dress with elaborate folds and ribbons, and lay lazily on a bench for resting, with a white cloth covering her feet.

When Nance came in, she didn't even stand up, just lazily made a gesture for him to sit down beside her.

The faint light of the fluttering candle made the small room half-light and half-dark, and her snow-white arms were like warm jade.

「…… I said, "That's not right." Nance came to the bench, her expression becoming more and more strange.

Sister Marlene glanced at him fieryly, "Isn't it pretty?"

「…… It's good-looking, but it doesn't match your temperament." Nance crouched down and looked at her inexplicably,

"If you don't speak and dye your hair blonde, I'll think it's Rena."

"you!"

Sister Marlene lifted her little white foot and stepped on his face.

Bad nun's jiojio, fragrant, Nance sniffed sharply, and couldn't help laughing, "You really want to go out in this?"

"How is it possible, I'll change it later. This garment is for you to see alone." Sister Marlene said, kicking off the white cloth covering her feet with her other foot, revealing her white silk feet.

Then, very gracefully, she raised her legs and put them on his shoulders.

"Madame, your slender feet are worth a million pence!" Nance said respectfully.

"Insincere compliment!" Sister Marlene smiled slightly, then pressed her feet between his face, "Eh, Nance, I like you, you know?"

Nance looked at her warily, "And then?"

"Look at you, you're stupid!" Sister Marlene said that the tone of voice that women use when they want to please men, "You have always been kind to me, but you have never sought anything in return. I'm a fool who has never been in love, isn't it a matter of course that I like you? Listen, my affection for you, but pure and unblemished true love."

If Rena had said this, Nance would have taken it seriously without even thinking about it.

But she's Marlene!

"What proof shall you use to prove it?" Nance asked.

The surface is calm.

But in reality, his heart was shouting hell! This scheming bad nun says she loves me, and must be thinking of something again.

Sister Marlene chuckled softly, "Please lie down."

Nance immediately lay down on the floor.

"Look, prove it!"

Sister Marlene's toes pulled down with a zipper.

That's your style...... Nance thought to herself.

His gaze kept on Marlene, whose delicate, delicate face was reminiscent of the feminine face of the Middle Ages. Her complexion is fair with a slight hint of pink, and she has an excessively delicate beauty.

Sister Marlene was also looking at him.

This real man, for her amusement, can inject some pleasure into her boring life. So she decided that she must take him down and allow him to enter her inner world with restrictions. At her feet, Nance became a plaything to be played with, like a worm tormented by a naughty child, spitting out foam and becoming dying.

Then he had a sage look on his face.

Looking at his dejected appearance, Sister Marlene's heart was overjoyed.

"Alright, it's time to change into your clothes for the party." She stood up on her wet little feet, took off her white gauze skirt in front of the mirror, and put on a burgundy long skirt on her body.

Nance sat up slowly.

"Come and help me tie my belt." Sister Marlene shouted without looking back.

She wore a burgundy dress with intricate trim on the chest and cuffs; Under the small and round earlobes, there are sparkling earrings, which complement the embellishments on the skirt, as if through the rich brilliance, giving her a slender and fluttering figure.

The long skirt has a wide girdle and is palm-wide.

After Nance tightened hard, the contours of her tall and perfect breasts were exaggeratedly outlined.

"Isn't it uncomfortable to be so tight?" He asked quietly.

Sister Marlene lowered her head and adjusted the position of her neckline, and the corners of her mouth smiled, "I will wear this to accompany you tonight."

"This?" Nance blinked.

"Don't want to?" Sister Marlene's expression was ambiguous, her fingertips gently brushed his solid chest, and her nails gently poked him a few times, "My male pet, remember to serve me comfortably tonight."

"Look at what you said, when did I lose my heart to you, do I need to emphasize it deliberately?" Nance said nonchalantly, wrapping her hands around her thin waist, "That's right...... Are you talking about accompaniment, the kind of accompaniment I want?"

Sister Marlene did not answer, but broke free

Come, walk around the room a few times.

Her brocade-like skin shone brightly, accentuating every fold of the burgundy gown, and her whole person bloomed like a bewitching red rose before Nance's eyes.

After a few laps, she walked back with a light walk, but didn't ask Nance "What do you think of me?" without cheesiness. She was so confident in herself that she stared at him intently, as if to say, "I'm dressed up this way to please you."

Her compliments are expressed through her eyes.

She has a knack for pleasing people with gentle words, more than anyone else.

"Look, I see the goddess." Nance bent down and said very gentlemanly, "May I kiss your hand?"

"Ah, that's not a problem!" Sister Marlene said, a haughty smile on the corner of her mouth, "I'm very happy with you, I can give you my hand."

So she reached over to her still wet hand and asked him to kiss it.

The woman's little hands, who had just slapped the toner, remained indescribably fresh, and the velvety soft touch penetrated from her lips to her heart.

"Will you ever extend your hand to me like this?" Nansbi asked respectfully.

"It's yours alone."

Sister Marlene smiled.

These words are full of sweet, sweet flavor, and it sounds like a first confession. Nance thought it wouldn't seem like a bad thing if she fell into the hands of this bad nun who was good at flirtatiousness.