Chen Zhen suddenly took a step forward, bent down and bowed, "Please join my castle as my leader, please don't refuse, please-!"

Joan of Arc's forehead collapsed with a gloomy face and said to the lord: "You failed your grade today, please accept the punishment!"

After saying that, Joan of Arc pursed his lips, looking very disappointed. She angrily opened a suitcase, which contained Joan of Arc's things, a set of light blue silk tight skirt, a pair of velvet stockings, a pair of animal leather high heels, a set of brown wigs, a few small hairpins inlaid with gems, and some small gecko poop, white wine dirt, white coral powder, pearl powder and other cosmetics...

"No, no, no, no!" Chen Zhen's voice was sharp: "Miss Joan of Arc, I know I was wrong and I would never dare to bow again!"

"It's too late!" Joan of Arc stood there, one hand inserted into his waist, and raised a finger with the other hand to hook Chen Zhen.

Chen Zhen pursed his lips and shook his head desperately.

Joan of Arc took a deep breath, sighed heavily, and said to the lord: "Lord, you are a person with a word. Since you have said it, you must do it. If you have not completed today's course, you will be punished. If you cheat and refuse to admit your account today, then I will not teach you."

"Then I won't learn anymore, don't learn anymore..." Chen Zhen really didn't want to wear that dress.

Joan of Arc sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, Lord Lord, the course is over." She said, tucking the dress she took out back into the box.

Chen Zhen stood there and was silent for a while. He remembered Haska's words.

The purpose of studying the lord social etiquette course is to promote the better development of the castle. If you encounter some difficulties, you will retreat. When will he realize his dream of becoming a dragon-slaying lord? If you give up like this, how do Lord Haska thinks of himself?

He made up his mind and decided to accept the loss.

So he walked over and reached out to hold Joan of Arc's hand that was about to lock the box lock.

"Lord?" Joan of Arc turned around in surprise, but found that Lord of the Lord, with a firm face.

The Lord Lord did not say a word, took Joan of Arc away and opened the box. He held the light blue silk tight skirt on his body and measured it. The Lord Lord Lord Lord was about the same figure as Joan of Arc, and this set of clothes was just right.

He raised his eyebrows sadly and said to Joan of Arc indifferently: "I'll just wear it..."

Joan of Arc's heart was pounding, his pretty face was red, and a passion surging in his blood was slowly flowing.

Seeing that the lord began to take off his clothes, Joan of Arc quickly turned his head and covered his eyes with his hands.

The Lord took the light blue silk tight skirt from the top of his head. This dress was not easy to wear because the upper part was too narrow, but the Lord could still wear it in. He put on the sleeves and pulled the skirt down. He looked down and then closed his eyes in pain.

"Okay, Joan of Arc..." he said with his eyes closed.

Joan of Arc turned slowly, his heartbeats violently.

The moment she saw the Lord wearing a light blue silk tight skirt, she knew that she could never stop again...

Although Lord Lord was a handsome man, Joan of Arc had long guessed that if he had put on a girl's clothes, he would only look better.

"Joan of Arc, I have received the punishment. Is it OK? Please continue with our course..." The Lord was scared by this punishment method. He had to pay attention to his words and deeds at all times, so he spoke politely and very noble.

But his words inexplicably ignited Joan of Arc's desire to continue dressing up the Lord.

This desire is like a flood and beast. Once the cage door is opened, it will gush out, which is not something that human mental power can suppress.

"No, the punishment is not over yet..." Joan of Arc's eyes showed a fierce light, staring at Chen Zhen as if he was staring at prey: "You just put on a tight skirt and were not dressed up completely as a girl... There are still many things in my box that are not used, Lord Lord..."

After saying that, Joan of Arc's eyes actually showed an evil smile.

But in a flash... She hid her smile, tried her best to resist the ecstasy in her heart, her face remained silent, and she remained silent.

She took the velvet stockings out of the box and said to the Lord: "Please sit down..."

"I'll do it myself..." Chen Zhen reached out to pick up the velvet stockings, but was rejected by Joan of Arc: "No, Lord Lord, the punishment is 'I dress you up as a girl', not 'You dress yourself up as a girl'..."

Chen Zhen was impressed. He sat on the chair, lifted up his skirt, revealing his white long legs.

With excitement and trepidation, Joan of De put the velvet stockings on the lord's feet, and then stroked his knees inch by inch...

Chen Zhen was a little embarrassed and hurriedly reached out and said, "I will do the rest myself..."

Joan of Arc insisted on wearing socks for the Lord. She enjoyed this feeling very much. In this council hall, there were only Lord Lord and her. Fortunately, there was no one else. In fact, Joan of Arc felt guilty in his heart, but if only Lord Lord and she knew about this... others would not know about it.

Unless the Lord is so stupid that he will tell this.

Joan of Arc knew about Lord Lord, and she felt that Lord Lord would only mention this matter.

"Lord, please don't think too much. This is just a punishment..." After Jean of Arc put on a sock for the Lord, he did not forget to give a message. Then, she asked the Lord to take back his left leg, stretch out his right leg, and wear another one for the Lord.

Joan of Arc was finally able to appreciate the lord's legs up close. The legs were straight and thin, and Joan of Arc was a little jealous...

She carefully put socks on the Lord, and the Lord also stared at Joan of Arc's expression and movements.

For some reason, seeing Joan of Arc's serious look, a warm feeling came from the depths of Lord Lord's heart.

"I didn't expect it to be so comfortable to be served to wear clothes..." The lord thought to himself.

He closed his eyes slightly and simply enjoyed it carefully. After putting on his two stockings, Joan of Arc did not forget to carefully stretch the wrinkles for the Lord. She gently stroked the Lord's slender legs and hugged the heart that appreciated and praised a work of art.

The warmth that surged from the Lord's heart became stronger.

"Lord, please stand up and I will help you organize your skirt..." Joan of Arc's face flushed, not because of shyness or embarrassment, she was just very excited.

Her heart was beating wildly, as if there was a certain force in her body that was driving her movements.

Chen Zhen stood up obediently and let Joan of Arc carefully organize the hem of the skirt, sleeves and neckline for him.

At this moment, Joan of Arc was like the lord's maid, serious and careful, and did not miss any details.
Chapter completed!