don't make me wear a skirt

Hecha walked forward holding Lytle's collar, and there was a howl of pain behind him.

"I won't let you go." Scarred thumped the ground angrily.

"I hope you won't let go of what you said." Hecha replied leisurely.

"Oh, it's so pitiful." Lytle looked at the scarred eyes with sympathy: "Sure enough, Duke Hecha is a terrible existence."

"It's better to pity yourself than to pity others." Hecha grabbed him into the bedroom, and then closed the door. Although the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his eyes were not very friendly: "Who did you just say is terrible?"

Lytle lay prone on the bed, covered his head with a pillow, and glanced back from time to time: "You heard wrong, no one is scary."

Hecha narrowed his eyes slightly, sat patiently on the head of the bed, took off the pillow that was used as a shield, and pinched the little boy's slightly parted red lips into sausage mouths.

"You little mouth, haven't you learned enough lessons yet?"

Lytle struggled twice with a "woo hoo", and stared at him unwillingly. Soon, the beautiful peach blossom eyes were covered with mist, like a trapped little animal.

Hecha softened and let him go.

"Are you angry?" Freed Lytle took a small step closer, twisting his buttocks.

Oh, the guy looked a little scary when he was angry, and it made him a little scared.

"Who did you ask to take off their pants and let me poke them twice? Huh?" Hecha touched the earlobe in his hand repeatedly.

This little guy always likes to say things that make him depressed.

Lytle was tangled in thinking, and suddenly realized: "So you don't like the scarred ass!"

He Cha's complexion suddenly became worse.

"Is your hobby different?" Lytle poked Hecha's thigh curiously.

"Yes." Hecha laughed back angrily. He raised his slender waist, put half of his body on his lap, and lifted off the long skirt. Under the long skirt, there were snow-white valleys. Eye-catching: "I don't like other people's, I only like yours."

The ass was greeted with a burst of chill, and Lytle was frightened: "What do you want to do?! I, I, and I are still bleeding, it is not appropriate to do bad things..."

He Cha laughed and said, "Do you still know what I'm going to do?"

Lytle tightly clutched his ass that was being ravaged by the cold air, his eyes rolled around, and he looked deathly at home.

Hecha knew his weaknesses well, and pinched his soft waist.

"Oh." Lytle trembled violently, and his whole body lost all strength.

There was a bottle of ointment on the bedside cabinet, and Hecha dipped a little bit of it with his fingers. The ointment became sticky with the temperature of his fingers, and a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus pervaded the air.

"This is punishment." Hecha kissed the closed eyelids, and kept going down, covering his full lips.

Lytle first kept his mouth shut and hummed, and it didn't take long before he began to respond. He could care about the front but not the back, and slowly let go of his buttocks.

Soon, he understood that this was a wrong decision.

At three o'clock in the day, Tisha finished packing her master's luggage, put on her oversized backpack, and knocked on the door of Lytle's bedroom.

She has long been accustomed to the master's behavior of sleeping late, so she turned the doorknob indifferently, and the door opened automatically - the clean and tidy bed, and the neat arrangement made her frown.

Strange, her master didn't seem to sleep here.

Tisha took a step back and walked slowly towards Duke Hecha's bedroom. For some reason, her heart beat irregularly today.

It was Duke Hecha who opened the door. He was not wearing a meticulous formal attire as usual, his golden curly hair was hanging wetly on his cheeks, and the corners of his mouth were raised—not the usual kind of smile, but from the heart pleasure.

"We just took a shower." Hecha said, "We still have to wait a while before we can leave."

"You...you?" Tisha pondered the words, looked into the bedroom, a section of long black hair was exposed under the quilt, and her heart was so full of waves that she didn't even notice when the wooden door was closed.

Lytle's thighs were still twitching, and he felt hands touching his head through the bedding.

"Little Aina." Hecha chuckled lightly, "Does it still hurt?"

Lytle covered the little chrysanthemum in pain, and poked his head out of the quilt: "You bastard! Did you know it a long time ago? And then deliberately teased me?!"

"At that time, you ran away without saying anything." Hecha lowered his eyes, rubbed his finger on the lips of the little boy outside the bedding who questioned angrily: "I am very sad, I am afraid that if you say it early, you will run away again."

Answer the question!

Lytle wanted to slap away the fluttering hands on his lips, but when he turned his body, he pulled the wound again and he couldn't help moaning: "Ah..."

He Cha frowned, and stretched his hand into the bedding: "Why is it still so painful after taking the medicine?"

"No, don't touch there..." Lytle felt that his butt would suffer again, and immediately burst into tears and sobbed.

The movement of Hecha's hands stopped: "Then let's sleep for a while and leave the city in the evening."

"We...we...?" Lytle glared angrily.

"Yes." Hecha blinked innocently.

When Lytle was carried out of the bedroom, his whole body was limp.

When Tisha saw the red mark under her master's collar, her expression was as if it were dyed, and the colors changed over and over again.

Mrs. Lina's carriage has added layers of cushions. When Lytle sat on it, he twisted his buttocks involuntarily, and said listlessly: "Go, go, go, I don't want to sit with you bastard, I want to be with Tisha."

"Don't run away." Hecha put the cushion under Lytle's waist, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered in his ear: "If you dare to run away again, I will take you to see His Majesty."

Lytle nodded slightly, acquiescing, even though he slept all afternoon, he still couldn't stop the tiredness of his limbs.

Hecha gave a few more instructions before retreating and getting on his horse.

Tisha stepped into the carriage with a large bundle of vegetables in her arms, Lytle smelled the strong smell of vegetables, and instantly felt sick.

Tisha was surprised: "You started to have morning sickness so soon?"

Lytle quickly touched his stomach, and realized after a while: "What morning sickness?! Damn it - I'm not a little girl, how could I have morning sickness?!"

Tisha raised her eyebrows: "Don't you have a lot of small seeds in your stomach?"

Lytle wiped away his tears: "Whoa, do you know that my butt is blooming?"

Tisha pointed to his naked marks, densely covered with red and blue: "So he really discovered your identity?"

The damn guy poked and called him Aina and praised him for his bite.

Lytle muttered dejectedly, "He already knew."

"My condolences." Tisha sighed. This seemed to be expected. The most important thing right now is how Duke Hecha plans to deal with it after his identity is discovered: "He didn't intend to send you to the gallows, did he?"

"Yeah." Lytle snorted viciously and curled up into a ball: "But he threatened me! I was not allowed to escape! This bad guy not only stabbed my butt, but also made me kneel down and beg for mercy, woo woo woo! "

Tisha seemed to have heard some terrible posture, she was dazed for a while, and then comforted: "You can relax later, it won't hurt so much."

"Are you trying to make me accept being stabbed in the ass? You're a bad guy too."

Lytle chopped off his feet angrily, and then screamed in pain, he suddenly thought of something, pulled Tisha's sleeve and asked: "God, when I go back to Moyevia, will he come and stab me every day?" ass?!"

"Uh..." Tisha felt that it was not impossible, but looking at the poor master, she couldn't bear to pierce his hope, so she changed the subject: "You can try to resist, the gentleman of the Duke of Hecha is circled by the nobles. Well, if you really refuse, he probably won't force you."

Lytle looked away.

"Did you do it voluntarily?" Tisha was keenly aware of the strangeness, and guessed: "You say you don't want to, but you actually enjoy it?"

"Of course not!" Lytle blushed: "Oh, I... I'm a little sleepy... I want to sleep for a while."

Tisha showed a suspicious look: "Didn't you just finish sleeping?"

Lytle opened his eyes with a "sigh" and looked at Tisha angrily: "Hmph, you haven't been stabbed in the butt, how do you know the sadness and hardship?!"

"Okay." Tisha shrugged and shut up.

Lytle himself just wanted to use this to dismiss the sensitive maid, but who knew that when he closed his eyes, he really fell asleep in a daze.

Dimly, he dreamed that when he first entered the castle a year ago, he didn't hate Hecha very much. After all, he was always so calm and good at disguising, so he didn't look like a bad guy at first glance.

The past of his staying in the castle flashed in the dream one by one.

The next day, he washed Hecha's shirt to pieces, and the old housekeeper pressured him to apologize, but Hecha didn't blame him.

On the fifth day, when he was washing clothes, he accidentally dropped a piece of soap in the coffee for Miss Alice, which caused Miss Alice to fart loudly in front of everyone when she had dinner with Hecha at night. Belly of a night.

Oh, speaking of Miss Alice, she was once appointed by His Majesty the King to be the fiancée of Duke Hecha. She was obviously a beautiful lady, but she always had trouble with him after he made an unintentional mistake.

No. On the 30th day, he knocked over the vase in Duke Hecha's room, and the old butler finally couldn't bear to throw him out of the castle. When he was kicked out of the manor, the old butler said some bad things, such as "no The guy who used it should pick up the big dung", "the offal in Moyervia", when he got angry, he released Tisa to do a bone modification activity kindly and friendly, and then returned to the castle arrogantly.

Who knew that the old butler would complain to Duke Hecha all the time!

The puppet master's identity was thus exposed.

It's a pity that he didn't know anything at the time, and he was even complacent that he had successfully resolved the crisis.

No.30 Two days later, Hecha called him over and offered him to be his personal servant.

Since then, Lytle has lived a period of time without worrying about eating and drinking, and not having much to do.

However, within a few days of the good life, he was framed by Miss Alice.

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