Since Philetria is all about men's clothing, I've almost forgotten recently that women's clothing in this era is notoriously difficult. You can't go out without spending two hours on it. If you do it by yourself, it will cost you at least twice that.

It takes a lot of time, and it may not be possible to do it well. As for taking off clothes and removing makeup...it's almost the same scale of work. Taking it off will inevitably take another hour.

However, fortunately, I had practiced with Assassin, so when I dismantled the fortress of women's clothing in the 18th century, I was confident that I would not cause trouble when facing Constance, a French girl who was fully armed.

joke.

"No problem."

However, when I walked over, I caught a glimpse of a black lace carved cloth behind the tub. With such exquisite materials and styles, I knew who it belonged to without even thinking about it.

I'm speechless at my little discovery.

Without him, Constance could actually complete such a difficult challenge. Would it be a problem to take off her clothes by herself?

Of course this is impossible!

Right now, I have two choices.

The first one, pretending that nothing has happened, just take off her clothes and see what other tricks this French girl can do.

The other... naturally exposed her...

I don't know why I want to tease this French girl every time I see Constance, so I chose to combine the two.

"How about we drink some water before we start? Don't blame me for not reminding you, doing this kind of thing is very laborious."

"Really? Put the water glass on the low cabinet first, and we'll talk about it later."

Walking behind Constance, with my back to the French girl who had her back exposed, I stretched my hand over and held one of the laces.

"But why don't you go find the maid or mistress of the manor? If I hadn't practiced it, I'm afraid you would have to cut off these encumbrances on your body with a knife now."

"If you cut it off, what should I wear tomorrow?" Constance did not answer my question, but chose to avoid it...

I shrugged and continued to disarm her.

The belt, the outer placket, then the bustle, and then the outer skirt cover. When Constance was left with only an inner skirt and bra, I exhaled and then touched my forehead.

of sweat.

"I'll go out for a drink first and then come back."

"Yes, yes."

I walked outside and grabbed a water glass from the low cabinet of the bed. I saw Constance's face full of anticipation and excitement, and even licked her mouth. I stopped and said, "Constance, your mouth seems to be quite dry. It's not as good as yours."

Drink."

"Ah?" Constance waved her hand quickly, "No, I'm not thirsty!"

"But I saw you licking the corner of your mouth. Come on, it's the gentlemanly thing to give water to a lady."

"No need. I really don't need it!"

"I hate people who reject my kindness the most."

Half forced by me, Constance drank most of the water in the glass.

Just when the princess thought that the plot was out of control, I seemed to have discovered a new world. I walked to a place where she thought I would not notice, reached out and picked up the piece of cloth that should belong to her, and then, I pretended to be suspicious.

I picked it up and put it in front of Constance. Looking at her gradually turning red, I asked: "Miss Orleans...I think you might be able to explain the reason..."

"So, you knew there was something wrong with the water!" Constance clenched her fists!

"Probably so."

"Miss Orleans, what do you want to do?" I threw away the things in my hands. I didn't forget that they were quite dirty.

"You are the most bastard and the most ignorant man I have ever seen!" Constance was angry.

"Thank you for your compliment."

"If I could, I really want to catch you and beat you up!" Constance looked like her teeth were itching with hatred.

This threat...I am indifferent to it.

"You're the one forcing me now!"

Constance seems to be breaking up with me. Is she about to reveal her true nature? Or is the water in the glass just now poison?

"Come here! Kiss me!"

Well…

I was startled, and then I thought that this French girl looked so cute. I folded my arms and said, "I'm sorry, the Duchess of Orleans..."

"I have a huge secret! This secret can kill you at any time!"

"Yeah?"

The corner of Constance's mouth raised a trace of pride! The raised corners of her eyebrows seemed to be saying, "Otherwise, why do you think I left your manor so rashly with my little one?"

Kong Dai’s personal followers are leaving!”

It seems that Constance is not innocent, but I can't let her succeed like this. After thinking for a few breaths, I smiled contemptuously: "It's just a kiss...Princess, it seems that your secret is actually

It’s not a very important thing.”

Constance, who was blushing, then walked up and shouted: "Of course just kissing doesn't count, I also want you to take a bath, I want you to clean my body for me, I want you... in short, you have to answer for your arrogance

, apologize, pay the price..."

Constance suddenly swayed a few times, leaning against the wall and breathing rapidly.

So awesome…

I couldn't help but sigh.

"That... thing in the water glass just now... was the thing you drank at the Duke of Bavaria's before?"

"No!" Constance gasped.

Is it right? I’ll know if I go up and touch it...

The palm of her hand touched the skin of Constance's face, it was so hot, it seemed to be worse than before...

By the way, will she become incontinent again?

I couldn't help but walk to the side of Constance instead of the front.

My hands passed through Constance's waist, and I hugged the slender daughter of the Duke of Orleans. The fragrance filled my nostrils and intoxicated my heart. I swallowed my saliva, and then I whispered in her ear: "Miss Duke of Orleans.

, Miss Constance, I really want to know what your so-called secret is, but I don’t want to give in to you. What do you think I should do?”

Of course Constance won't tell me. At this moment, she only knows that she messed up... and the consequences of her mess up... Thinking of that night in the Netherlands, Constance couldn't help but tremble, and her skin felt strange.

The blush was stained red.

"Huh..." I blew into Constance's ear, and I saw that this girl was so sensitive that she had goosebumps, "You succeeded. I decided to serve you, enjoy it, enjoy the service of a Roman prince,

The Duchess of Orleans."

"What kind of surrender is this? Ah..."

I picked up Constance with both hands, which made the girl let out a exclamation. Then under her confused eyes, I walked towards the bathtub in the back room. Looking at the steam rising above, I smiled.

…

I put Constance on the cabinet against the wall in the back room. Constance saw that I had wet the towel and asked, "What are you going to do?"

What else can I do, of course, help her wipe her body~~

The warm towel is held in the palm of my hand and pressed against Constance's neck. Below it is her collarbone. Although the light inside is dim, I have to admit that Constance's collarbone is very beautiful and matches her.

The slender neck should be

In terms of elegance, neither Assassin, a fake noblewoman who became a monk on the way, nor Philetria, a tomboy who was raised as a man, can compare with her, but a sweet-smelling girl like Pennywise needs to be elegant.

The description simply doesn't fit.

Then, I untied Constance's bra, and her trembling breasts, with two dots of bright red, were extremely bright. I stretched out my hand to press it, and Constance immediately let out a gasp. When the towel passed by there,

At this time, Constance's face was already red, her breath became more and more disordered, her beautiful eyes were full of shame, and her teeth were biting her lower lip.

I turned around and went back to get hot water. When I came back, just when Constance thought she was about to attack from the other side, she even straightened her waist to cooperate with me. She was probably very satisfied with my service now.

, but, how could I satisfy her like this?

I asked: "Princess, do you want to take off your makeup?"

"Removing makeup?"

"Just put a towel on your face...but I can't guarantee what kind of tabby cat the makeup on your face will turn into after it is diluted with water. And when the makeup dries on your face

after…"

Constance, who was intoxicated, immediately woke up...

She screamed: "No!!!"
Chapter completed!