don't make me wear a skirt

Hecha stopped blowing the porridge, raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it all your favorite nutrient solution?"

Lytle instantly covered the quilt so that only a pair of bright black eyes were exposed, and secretly touched his buttocks downward. Sure enough, there was a hole in the buttocks, which hadn't been completely closed, but fortunately, it stopped bleeding.

And the center corresponds to the wet piece of the bed sheet, so it's self-evident what it is.

"Are you a devil?!" Lytle's eyes were black, and he fell straight on the pillow, panting heavily.

Hecha shook a spoonful of vegetable porridge and pressed it against his lips, and Lytle's mouth was slightly opened for panting loudly, and it was easily swallowed.

"What did you feed me?!"

He chewed it vigorously, and found that there were actually the most disgusting vegetables in it!

"Oh, I might be dying." Lytle closed his eyes, tilted his head and moved to the other side of the bed, refusing the spoon full of vegetables to approach him again.

Hecha slowly sent him the silver plate with cumin-roasted chicken legs, and asked, "Don't want to eat chicken legs?"

Lytle rose quickly, bargaining by the way: "I want chicken legs, but no porridge with greens."

Hecha moved his eyes slowly to his buttocks.

Even though separated by the quilt, Lytle still felt a scorching hot breath flowing, causing the buttocks to subconsciously convulse, causing a dull pain.

"If I don't eat, will you pull me out of the quilt and spank me?" Lytle wrapped himself tightly, only his two eyeballs moved around flexibly.

Hecha touched his head: "No."

Lytle breathed a sigh of relief.

Hecha continued, "But you get hemorrhoids, and then anal fissures."

"Isn't this all caused by you! What's the matter with the vegetables?!" Lytle jumped up, angrily accusing.

Hecha patiently explained: "It's easier to get it if you don't eat vegetables. If you don't eat big meat after you just finished it, it will affect the stomach."

"You lied to me!" Lytle argued in the quilt: "You are lying! Bad guy, you know how to torture me every day!"

Hecha narrowed his eyes: "If you don't eat it, it will be until you eat it."

Imagining how pitiful he would be to eat the vegetable porridge after being poked into blossoms, Lytle shuddered several times, pulled off the quilt with tears in his eyes, hugged the vegetable porridge, and obediently drank it one bite at a time.

While hiccupping, he complained: "You, you are, coercion, hiccup."

Hecha gently took the empty bowl away, then handed him the silver plate with the drumsticks on it.

"Hmph, you're smart."

As soon as Lytle saw the steaming food, he stopped hiccupping and sneezing. He happily picked up the hard-won chicken thigh and gnawed on it.

After eating comfortably, he asked enthusiastically, "Where do you plan to move the city dwellers?"

Hecha was silent for a moment, and replied: "The westernmost part of Moyevia is where the nobles live. They have contracted various industries in the city, and the oil and water are rich. The gold coins they get are used to build countless new manors. At this time After the construction is completed, it is just used for temporary residence.”

Lytle wondered: "Isn't there a large lawn behind the manor? Just enough for them to set up tents."

You know, no nobleman is willing to live in a group of poor commoners with a large manor he has worked so hard to build-the ignorant commoners will make a mess of their elaborate and expensive furniture and decorations.

Hecha vetoed it: "The lawn is too close to the manor, and it is easy to be accidentally injured by the puppets that Omans sneaked in."

Oh, I can't tell, this guy really loves his citizens and doesn't want them to be hurt at all.

Lytle chewed the chicken thigh meat "creaking and creaking": "But are they really willing to let it out?"

Hecha said lightly: "If you don't want to, you have to be willing."

It seems to have caught some pigtail.

Lytle snorted disdainfully: "Sure enough, you are a bad guy, you must be coercing and luring them, and using improper means to make them submit."

Hecha couldn't laugh or cry, and said slowly: "I only threaten and lure you."

Lytle turned his head and decided to ignore the guy's words.

A devil is a devil, how could it be bad for only one person?

Especially this kinky stick likes to hear the sound of crying and begging for mercy while stabbing his ass, which is also one of his perverted ways.

His thoughts were unconstrained, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt empty, so he could only pick up the remaining half of the chicken leg and gnaw a few bites to divert his attention.

Soon, Lytle frowned strangely.

"Hmm? Is your chicken leg mutated? Why doesn't it taste like chewing meat? And there are no bones?"

"Because it's made of vegetarian chicken and tofu skin," Hecha explained. "It's just shaped like a drumstick."

He thought it tasted weird!

"You lied to me again!" Lytle threw the fake chicken leg into the silver plate angrily, paused, couldn't bear it, and angrily picked up the fake chicken leg and swallowed it into his stomach: "Damn it, it doesn't matter if it looks like it, why? Does it taste like this?!"

Hecha sat on the head of the bed, and wrapped his left hand around his bare, red-stained shoulders: "That's a vegetarian and meat dish researched in the eastern country, just right for your taste buds."

Lytle struggled awkwardly, and refused in a low voice: "Oh, no, although it's very similar, I still like the feeling of chewing meat."

Hecha coaxed softly: "It's not advisable to eat big meat these few days, and let Thea cook some meat for you the day after tomorrow, okay?"

The two were too close, and the hot breath burned the skin, making him itchy all over. Lytle was dizzy and dizzy, so he nodded subconsciously.

Until Hecha kissed him on the cheek and left the bedroom—he was about to prepare for a meeting with the nobles in the city, and by the way let them suffer from being dumb.

Lytle was still dizzy, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he didn't get anything, instead his stockings were torn, his skirt was torn, and he was pressed on the bed and stabbed all over!

damn it!He was so angry that he thumped the bed a few more times.

As soon as Tisha opened the door, she saw her master beating the bed foolishly, so she said dryly, "Instead of trying so hard to keep in close contact with the bed, why don't you get up first and let me change the sheets."

Lytle stopped beating, obviously even more unhappy: "Did you also know about my ass being stabbed?!"

Tisha shrugged her shoulders, pinched her nose and said in a strange way: "Who doesn't know that Master Lanny entered the study in a beautiful little dress and never came out again. He must have been punished by the Duke through the back door."

Lytle became even more angry, breathing rapidly like a calf: "Hmm? How do you know? You bastard Tisha! Know but don't come to save me!"

Tisha said innocently: "After unpacking, I ran into Thea, and she said that you fell in love with wearing women's clothing, and even put on Duke Hecha's favorite white stockings."

"You chatted with Thea again, didn't you? You must have said a lot of strange things!" Lytle blushed, showing two arms, and said incoherently: "No, no! Obviously she tricked me into wearing a short skirt, and then I accidentally I just met Cyric!"

"Syric?" Tisha couldn't believe it. She really didn't expect her little master and Duke Hecha to progress so smoothly and so quickly: "When did you start calling him by his name?"

"Oh, you heard it wrong." Lytle vetoed without changing his face: "I'm talking about the bastard Hecha, there's no such thing as simak, your ears are not very good."

Tisha's questioning eyes almost saw through him: "Don't you want to leave, and don't want to steal your nutrient solution?"

Lytle jumped out of the quilt like a child whose mind had been exposed, and yelled guiltyly: "How is it possible?! How could I possibly be with that annoying bastard forever? I can't stay in the castle forever and be tortured." He pokes ass!"

Tisha was taken aback by his sudden red spot exposed in the air. She looked up and down, and then sighed: "God, it seems that you have played a lot of little games."

"What little game?" Lytle glared at her, covered her with the quilt, and protested, "I'm just an old horse who stumbles, so my ass is bleeding!"