don't make me wear a skirt

Hecha narrowed his eyes: "I thought you didn't want to come."

Lytle said vaguely, "I'll just come in and take a walk."

Said it was a walk, his black eyes shone hotly on the soft big bed, and he walked towards it involuntarily.

Lytle snuggled into the quilt with lightning speed, and patted the sheets jealously: "Why did Duke Hecha give you such a nice room? I want to live in a thatched cottage and only eat hard bread?"

Hecha explained: "Because you are the handyman in charge of carrying the dishes, the lowest servant in the manor."

Lytle quickly moved closer: "Then can I upgrade a level? For example, be a deputy housekeeper or something."

Hecha lifted the quilt and got in together: "No."

"Why?!" Lytle glared, and poked him on the shoulder viciously: "Are you jealous that I am better than you, so you dare not promote me to the deputy housekeeper? Afraid that I will be appreciated by Duke Hecha and rob me Take your job? Enenen?"

They were very close, Hecha wrapped his arms around his shoulders, put his face close to his, and asked, "Did you break the vase in the corridor today?"

Lytle turned his head to the side and looked at the blue pupils, shaking like chaff in an instant.

"You, are you going to report me, am I going to be kicked out of the manor?"

"So careless and want to be the deputy housekeeper?" The old housekeeper rolled his eyes angrily and was on the verge of suffocation. In order for the conscientious old man to return to his hometown safely for the rest of his life, Hecha decided to let the little bastard next to him stay away from the old housekeeper. .

"I just want to eat big chicken drumsticks." Lytle patted the sheets again: "Sleep on a big bed."

He Cha caressed the soft black hair in his hands, and said with a smile: "Don't you just eat chicken thighs and sleep on the big bed?"

Lytle stretched out his two arms, and slammed his mouth twice: "You will be fragrant and soft in the future, and I won't be able to sleep in a big bed."

He Cha was taken aback: "Sweet and soft?"

"Thick." Lytle laughed wretchedly twice: "Of course it's a big-breasted girl. You are a big blonde, you can find a little blonde, and then you will have a litter of blondes——oooh!"

"I like black hair." Hecha pinched his chin and lifted it up: "Do you want to give me a nest of little black hair too?"

"Forget it, I'm not a girl." Lytle thought of the private meeting between him and Alice, and angrily slapped away the hand that was holding his chin, turned over and pointed his butt at him: "I'm going to go to bed!"

He Cha raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Go to sleep."

At night, Lytle felt warm all over his body, like a stove, and turned around in a daze. It turned out that the big blonde hair held him in his arms.

He wanted to break free, but he didn't, oh, the hateful big blond hair, did he use him as a heater? !Lytle thought dizzily, and soon fell asleep again.

In the morning, when Lytle wanted to have a leisurely breakfast, the disgraced butler was already standing in the hall to complain to Duke Hecha.

"Immature! Make trouble! Shameless!"

Lytle saw that it was the old housekeeper, and immediately went out in fright: "Oh, this guy must be talking bad about me, will he tell about Tisha?"

Will Big Blonde doubt his identity?

He paced nervously in the garden, unknowingly walked to the edge of the pool, looked at the clear water, and Lytle retracted his head boredly.

His anxiety prevented him from noticing the approaching footsteps.

A force behind him pushed him down.

Lytle fell into the pool and tried his best to climb up, but a pair of hands pressed his head hard to prevent him from coming out of the water.

"Gollum..."

After drinking two sips of pool water, Lytle's consciousness began to blur, and he gradually lost his strength and sank slowly.

Vaguely, he saw a touch of dark green skirt, and then he didn't know anything about it.

Waking up again, Lytle had been dragged ashore. Hecha dragged him ashore, pinched his little nose, took a few breaths, and finally opened his eyes sickly after spitting out several mouthfuls of pool water.

"Oh, am I dying?"

He Cha pursed his lips: "If I come a few seconds late, you will die."

Miss Alice, who was wearing a dark green dress behind her, was tied up, her face was full of anger: "I am the niece of Her Majesty the Queen, who dares to do this to me?!"

"Miss Alice." Although Hecha's language was still gentle, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Mayavia is not a place for you to play around, so please go back to the royal city."

"You abandoned me for an ugly servant?!" Alice frowned, her almond eyes widened, and she pointed at Lytle and cursed, "What ecstasy did he give you?"

He Cha pressed his temple, and ordered: "Shut up, take her to the carriage, and let Johnba take her to Wangcheng."

The cavalryman bowed: "Yes, Your Excellency the Duke."

Lytle was still dizzy at first, but when he heard the words of the duke, he woke up seven or eight times: "Hmm? Where is the duke? Why didn't I see it?"

The old butler stroked his white beard, and said in a strange tone: "Your eyes are blurred with shit? Isn't Duke Hecha right in front of your eyes?"

Hecha held Lytle's ass and picked him up.

Lytle pulled his blond curly hair, and his brain finally recovered. He patted Hecha's face and asked incredulously, "Aren't you the housekeeper? Or Duke Hecha likes to play role-playing, pretending to be a cavalry to mix in?"

The old butler spat: "Would the butler wear gold and silver? Would he be covered with a velvet quilt? Would he eat steak and milk? Would he have servants to serve him?"

"Oh..." Lytle was startled, closed his eyes and kicked his feet and passed out again.

During the days when Alice was sent back to the city, Lytle's life was also difficult. He was in a state of anxiety every day, and the ghost knew that the big blonde turned out to be the extravagant Duke Hecha!

The duke also likes to cuddle him as a doll to sleep—this is classified as a different hobby of nobles.

The point is, God Lytle told this guy the purpose of entering the castle!He is exposed!He still exposed himself!

Oh, he wanted to tear his mouth open.

Lytle spent six months in peace and stability, obediently disturbing the corridor every day, serving tea and water to Duke Hecha, never happened to be poured on the servant's clothes, and the strange phenomenon on the head, when Hecha fed him steak , he opened his mouth obediently and swallowed it.

Hecha asked him to read Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, Lytle read them obediently.

Hecha sticks his tongue in, Lytle does too...

Lytle struggled violently: "Hey! Damn bastard, do you want me to drink your saliva again?! Dream!"

Lytle struggled for a while and then couldn't move, his whole body was limp and powerless.

After parting, he kept panting: "Don't think that you are the Duke, you can torture me, huff and puff."

The big blond hair who turned into a duke showed his true colors, and Lytle felt that he was deteriorating at a speed visible to the naked eye. The source of everything came from a certain morning a month ago——

He hit the bastard Hexha with his big chirp up.

It wasn't intentional, strong men would cock once in a while, and Hecha the bastard had cocked his ass before.

Lytle rolled over and put his hand on Haw with practice.

Hecha moved faster, and dragged him over with his arms around his waist.

"Oh, what are you going to do?" Lytle was very dissatisfied that the bastard behind him interrupted his good deed, and soon, his dissatisfaction was diluted by a strange feeling.

"You...you can go a little heavier..."

Lytle demanded stammeringly.

While the little guy in his arms was still dazed, Hecha took his mouth in his mouth, the tip of his tongue slipped over his lips, and he easily sent it in.

After the first mistake, there will be a second one. Lytle was not very repulsive at first, and even enjoyed it a little.

Later, when he sneaked out of the manor and told his two puppets about this, they both showed strange expressions.

"You mean, you and Duke Hecha are lying on the same bed, and Duke Hecha often sticks his tongue into your mouth?" Luka couldn't believe it. In just half a year when they were not around, the innocent little master Defiled without knowing it.

Lytle said happily: "Thick, every time this time, he is very talkative, I believe that in the near future, nutrition liquid will be available at your fingertips!"

Tisha scratched the door: "Is Duke Hecha a big-breasted beauty disguised as a man? The master took her?"

Lytle unceremoniously gave Tisha another shudder: "How is it possible! Has your head been smashed into a huge hole? How could Duke Hecha be a woman?"

Tisha lowered her head aggrievedly, and muttered, "Then why did the master want to kiss him?"

"Hmm?" Lytle didn't quite understand: "Is there something wrong?"

Lukati pointed: "When you were in Wangcheng, did you often see men and women embracing in the alleys?"

Lytle nodded: "Oh, they're creating life, it's not hygienic at all."

Luka coughed and reluctantly said, "They are in love."

Lytle didn't like to hear about Enen'ai'ai at all, because no beautiful woman with big breasts had ever confessed to him. Instead, three or four strong men tried to approach him and even wanted to touch his ass.

Bulky guys are always interested in butts, so every time Lytle sees some big fat guy, he covers his ass tightly.

"so what?"

"Kissing is an important part of being in love." Luka asked again, "Has he ever touched your ass?"

Lytle was stunned, then waved his hands wildly: "No."

Luka breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, Duke Hecha is still a gentleman. As long as you stick to your position and keep your butt before you get the nutrient solution, there is no danger."

"What, what danger?!" Lytle was terrified by the words, and his buttocks were in pain.

"It's just... being stabbed... ah..." Luka blinked.

Lytle shuddered several times, and ran away with a basket of vegetables.

Tisha looked sadly at the far away figure, and asked, "Is the master really aware of the seriousness of the problem?"

"Probably." Luka had great confidence in Lytle: "According to the character of the master, Duke Hecha has been severely trampled under his feet."