Chapter 440: Unspeakable and Unspeakable

Chapter 441 Indescribable... Hard to talk about...

It was as if I was hugging a very warm pillow, and even the dreams I had were sweet.

The long eyelashes fluttered, and the saint woke up from her dream. The afternoon sun filled her amethyst eyes, and the lazy girl was as beautiful as a spring painting.

The quilt retained the fluffy sunshine and the faint fragrance of the girl. As Joan of Arc changed to a comfortable posture and planned to continue to stay in bed, the foreign body in her hand made her half-close her eyes and look at her hand.

The tightly clenched black shirt came into view.

"What is this?!"

Joan of Arc was instantly frightened awake, and threw away the shirt as if she was bitten by a snake, and the whole person jumped up from the bed and looked sideways.

Her side was empty, with only the depressed depression telling the traces of someone who had been there.

Thinking about who the tenant was, and the ink-colored shirt with gold patterns in his hand, it goes without saying that he was the ‘lucky man’ who had slept with the saint.

How could he… How could he do this? !

Thinking of the handsome and cold face of the young man, Joan of Arc couldn’t help licking the corners of her dry mouth, and then she was surprised to find that… the corners of her mouth were a little salty and had a bit of rust.

People who have experienced the battlefield are naturally familiar with it. This is the smell of blood.

But she was not injured, where did the blood come from?

"Miss Jeanne..." In her mind, the original owner of the body, Leticia, said faintly, "Do you remember what you did after you fell asleep last night?"

"At night? After falling asleep?" Jeanne smiled gently and elegantly, "Miss Leticia is really good at joking. How can I remember when I fell asleep? It was just a dream, and then I dreamed of a pillow or something. It's a bit embarrassing to say it out loud. I seemed to bite it as if it was delicious... It was a really strange dream, right?"

"..." Leticia was silent.

"Right?" Jeanne did not give up, and smiled and repeated it again, but the smile on her face disappeared, and she looked down at the shirt in her hand... A certain saint suddenly pounced back on the quilt, skillfully tied herself up like a maggot, and began to roll around.

"Wuwuwu QAQ, what did I do!"

Obviously, the saint also had some guesses about the true identity of the 'pillow', but it might be better to not know some things.

"Hold him up? Did I? If so, I will lose my reputation in front of him!" The quilt was filled with Jeanne's cries, along with her messy black and gold shirt.

... In fact, you have lost your reputation in front of Mr. Shuoyue, right?

Leticia, who woke up an hour earlier than Jeanne, sighed. Although she lent her body to the saint, she could still see the outside world.

In the morning, the young man who was obviously stiff but still did not make any movement, let Jeanne's hands and feet entangled with him, his beautiful and deep golden eyes, Leticia is still impressed.

What kind of emotions are hidden in such a complex but slightly indulgent look?

For some reason, she is very curious.

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Meanwhile, in the restaurant

The android enjoyed the feeling of getting up early, breathing the fresh air, and feeling the comfort of stretching all over the body. Before Shuoyue prepared lunch, she had already walked around the house excitedly, but she still did not go out obediently.

While Shuoyue was busy in the kitchen, the android girl held her cheek and looked at the young man's movements with her head tilted. Her ruby-like eyes were pure, full of childish curiosity and exploration.

"But, teacher, is your complexion not very good today?"

After seeing Shuoyue's handsome and cloud-covered face several times, the android thought for a while and frankly expressed his thoughts.

"It seems that you can already feel other people's emotions, not bad." After Shuoyue habitually gave a guide, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the lower part of the collarbone. The pain that exploded instantly made his eyebrows jump and he took a breath of cold air.

For some reason, the pain caused by this minor injury was even stronger than being pierced by Vlad III. Every time it was touched, it was like a bomb exploded in my heart, stirring up a turbulent flow of emotions that even Shuoyue herself could not distinguish.

"... There are very complicated reasons for this, I won't explain it to you."

At this point, Shuoyue happened to catch a glimpse of the blonde figure, sneaking out along the corner of the wall, and when he saw the two of them in the kitchen, his movements froze.

"Ah, is it Miss Joan of Arc? The one who lives in the teacher's room."

Because of Shuoyue's intrusion, the android girl had never talked to Joan of Arc, but she was not unfamiliar with her: "Well, I remember the greeting was... Good afternoon, have you eaten?"

Out of politeness, Joan of Arc stopped her sneaky "sneaking" and was about to answer, but Shuoyue, who was wiping the table, spoke softly.

"Miss Saint, who has been sleeping like a lazy pig until now and even dreams about eating, of course she hasn't had lunch."

"Ahaha..." Being poked in the sore spot, Jeanne laughed dryly and wanted to leave this place immediately, "Thank you for your hospitality. I have something to do. I'll leave first. Bye!"

"Stop." The young man's slow voice was like an imperial decree, imprisoning the Saint who was against magic EX in place, and showing a little expression of grief.

Ding.

The white porcelain plate was placed on the dining table, making a crisp sound. Shuoyue looked at the timid Saint and smiled:

"Did you forget something?"

Hearing this, Joan of Arc said "uh", and her pretty face turned rosy to the naked eye. After hesitating for a long time, she still handed out the shirt hidden behind her back. She turned her head with erratic eyes, not daring to look at the young man in front of her.

"Is this dress yours?"

Obviously, this is the teacher's shirt.

The android girl recognized it at a glance. She glanced at Jeanne with a strange expression, then moved her gaze to look at Shuo Yue, who had been wearing a black robe since the morning...

In other words, the teacher is actually wearing nothing underneath?

"Of course, otherwise who do you want it to be?" Shuo Yue was wiping her hands, so she raised her chin and motioned for Joan to put down her shirt. 【】

The blond girl hesitated for a long time, and finally took small steps, approaching the dining table little by little. As if she was throwing a bomb, she threw her clothes on the table, and then withdrew her hand as fast as lightning. She wanted to escape but met the young man's gaze again. , not daring to move, could only stammer:

"Well, why are you, your clothes, here with me..."

Hearing this, Shuo Yue raised her eyebrows.

"You don't even remember? Can't you? I still want you to give me an explanation?"

explain?

An ominous premonition arose, and Jeanne's breath was suffocated. She heard Shuo Yue continue: "After you fell asleep, you either wanted to hug me or strangle me, and then... oops."

Seeing Jeanne's face changed drastically, Shuo Yue tsked in a playful tone: "I really didn't expect that Miss Judge looks like this after she falls asleep."

"I...what happened to me?!"

Jeanne's legs were obviously weak, but in order to maintain the dignity of the judge, she still stubbornly tried to quibble.

It looks quite cute.

The smile on the young man's lips became deeper, but he still tried to look embarrassed: "He just did some indescribable things to me..."

Indescribable? ! Joan looked at the shirt on the table in disbelief.

"Unspeakable..."

Hard to say? ! The girl's face was flushed, her eyes were so wet that they could drip with water. She staggered and sat on the chair, gasping for air, her plump chest rising and falling.

What on earth did I do to him last night?

"Miss Jeanne, please drink some water."

The android girl handed her a glass of water, and Jeanne took it from her. After drinking it for a long time, she drank a glass of boiled water with the momentum of Erguotou. With a 'bang' sound, Jeanne slapped the water glass on the table. , took the initiative to launch an attack:

"Mr. Shuo Yue, please answer my question directly. What on earth did I...do last night?!"

"You want to know?" How can the young man still have the indifference of yesterday? He smiled, with a fox-like cunning light in his eyes.

Joan of Arc rubbed her thigh uneasily, but still gritted her teeth and said, "Yes!"

"Sure?"

"Sure!"

Feeling that the saint's hair would explode if she continued to be aroused, Shuo Yue pretended to sigh: "Okay, then please watch carefully."

Watching? What to see?

Joan of Arc looked at Shuo Yue in surprise, only to find that the white-haired young man was smiling, suddenly reached out and took off Pluto's cloak.

Her eyes widened in an instant, Saint Maiden opened her mouth slightly, and her brain that had just cooled down began to work at full capacity again, almost turning her into a steam girl.

What caught Joan's eyes was the young man's naked upper body, his slender arms and graceful muscles. Just standing there, he was as sharp as a steel spear, exuding indescribable charm.

In front of the two girls, Shuo Yue showed off her figure generously, and her masculine aura made it difficult for Jeanne to breathe.

Her eyes fell involuntarily, and following the lines of the muscles, Joan saw a neat row of tooth marks, which landed on the lower part of Shuo Yue's collarbone. The red color was obvious, and it was obviously an 'injury' that had just been caused.

As for who is the initiator, it must have been revealed.

What happened last night also became clear. Apparently, a certain sleeping saint was not only satisfied with hugging Shuo Yue and touching him, she even treated him as something delicious and bit into him...

Joan of Arc made a sound, her brain was completely overloaded, and she was lying on the table, with smoke rising from her head.

Shameless, simply shameless!

The majestic French saint dragged a man to bed in the middle of the night and did that to him.

What's more important is that it's someone else's body...

Lord, please forgive my blasphemy, my violation, my unchastity...

“It’s not the One in Heaven you should be asking for forgiveness, it’s me.”

The young man's voice came from far away, and Joan felt someone rubbing her head, and then picked up the shirt next to her. Amidst the rustling voice, Shuo Yue's voice contained a smile.

"Get up, Miss Adjudicator, I believe you won't dare to do anything inappropriate."

After hearing Shuo Yue's words, Joan of Arc could no longer pretend to be dead. She raised her head and looked at Shuo Yue with moist eyes.

"Well, how should I compensate you?"

"Oh, I still use the honorific title." Shuo Yue couldn't help laughing. He didn't take advantage of the situation, but knocked on the table, "It's lunch time, let's eat first."

"...Oh." Under Shuo Yue's smiling eyes, Jeanne pursed her lips, and finally sat down obediently, picking up the knife and fork.

Then...she had the most grueling meal ever.

The dessert before the meal is delicious, the main course is delicious, and the snacks after the meal are the same... But Shuoyue, can you stop looking at me! Don't you want to eat? !

The saint wailed in her heart, but it did not affect her turning grief and anger into appetite. She swept the food on the table in a whirlwind. Even the android girl was shocked by her momentum. She put down her tableware and carefully handed the food to the boss.

As for the newly dressed Shuoyue, she stared at Jeanne d'Arc, admiring her beautiful and holy profile. The depths of her golden eyes were filled with a smile that she herself did not know.

Indescribable? Hard to say?

This is a lie!

Shuoyue is a servant and can transform into a spirit and leave at any time. How could Jeanne d'Arc get the upper hand?

He just couldn't help it. The beauty of last night flooded into his mind like a tide.

He thought of the sleeping saint girl who was as well-behaved as a baby, hugging him like an octopus, burying her face in his chest, and making a subtle and lovely whisper.

He remembered that the girl sniffed, suddenly opened her mouth, and bit his chest, her hair falling down, the pain and itchiness intertwined and attacked him, making the young man frown slightly, but he suppressed his voice and found it difficult to take his eyes off the girl.

He remembered that after the nonsense, the girl let go of her arms, but he couldn't help but hugged her backhand, refusing to let go, looking at her pouting red lips, reaching out to brush her cheek, and picking up her strands of golden hair.

Just recalling, Shuoyue couldn't suppress the smile on his face, until Joan of Arc was frightened by him, holding the bowl and chopsticks, pushing away the table, and silently retreating, retreating, retreating...

"Well, have you finished eating?" Shuoyue came back to his senses, he looked at Joan of Arc who had retreated a few meters away, and stood up as if nothing had happened, "Are you full? Do you need me to make more?"

"Well, no." Joan of Arc was extremely uncomfortable with Shuoyue's current appearance, and whispered, "Excuse me, how can I compensate you?"

Looking at the respectful Saint Lady, Shuoyue smiled inwardly, stretched out his hand and flicked her smooth forehead, causing the girl to scream, and covered her forehead aggrievedly, and then stood up contentedly.

"Let's talk about compensation later. I have something to do and I have to go out first. Miss Arbiter, please communicate with the android I rescued. As a new Master who escaped from the Black Fortress and obtained the qualification to participate in the war and signed a contract with Black Rider, I believe there is a lot of knowledge that you need to popularize for her."

"Master? Is it this android lady?" When it comes to business, Jeanne sorted out her inner emotions in an instant and looked at the silver-haired girl who rarely spoke. Shuoyue also took this opportunity to get out of their sight and returned to her room.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed with body temperature, the smile on Shuoyue's face gradually faded. He snapped his fingers expressionlessly, and the imaginary space expanded, and the image display emitting metallic luster fell out.

This image display looked ordinary, without any great mystery, nor any powerful magic, and Shuoyue turned it on, and the lighted screen reflected a corner of the courtyard.

A priest wearing a robe and a gentle face walked through it and walked towards a certain place in the courtyard.

"You've been hiding it for so long, and while I'm not around, you're finally going to finish it."

Looking at the man in the picture, Shuoyue's mouth curled slightly, and her golden eyes were full of indifference and ridicule.

"It's a pity that even if you defend yourself in every possible way, you still can't escape from my palm, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada..."

Accompanied by the assassin's whisper, the red priest was completely unaware, and just after tidying up his manners, he respectfully pushed open an inconspicuous small door somewhere.

The misty smoke drifted away, and the priest sank into it with a smile on his face.

——Even with someone's familiar lurking in the imaginary number.

My mentality for the exam exploded, and I really had to produce some dog food for myself to make up for my injured heart (laughing and crying)

Shuoyue and Jeanne's scenes are almost over here, and the next is the scenes between Mozai and Daimao...well, plus Jeanne's Takeuchi face.