The game I played came true

But, it's a good thing. After all, it's really comfortable to have a beautiful maid serving me.

It's just that the milk today isn't quite right.

It's not pure white, but bright red.

"Xue Fei, come here."

The saint walked quietly to her side and held her in her arms.

After taking off her maid's top, she found a scar on her shoulder, which was still bleeding slightly.

"I said, you make me feel like I have become a vampire."

He was complaining, but he didn't accuse anything, and he didn't want to refuse the kind gesture.

"Next time I want to drink your blood, I will say, don't hurt yourself again, you know."

The blond saint with a black gauze blindfold nodded calmly and agreed.

Healing magic was running on his hand and he pressed it on her shoulder, but the wound did not get better.

Her constitution meant that she could only heal on her own, which was quick but also very troublesome.

He took off her clothes, took out the gauze, and carefully wrapped it around her shoulders.

The faster she gets better, the more loving she becomes in my heart.

After wrapping the gauze, the saint picked up the cup of blood on the table and handed it over.

Without hesitation, I took it and drank it.

I can experience the sweetness and sweetness of many years ago again.

Her body did not heal instantly. After all, she was already much more powerful than the Saint. Her blood no longer had the same magical effect as when she was at a low level, but it was not bad. She felt much more comfortable. Maybe some of her hidden wounds had been healed. .

After putting on her maid uniform and rubbing her cheeks, the saint puffed up one of her cheeks, seemingly dissatisfied with the action of rubbing her.

I don't know why she is a little angry. Maybe it's because she treats her like a child?

He placed his fingers on her swollen cheeks and pressed them.

puff~

The slight sound of anger made the saint frown, but this time she didn't get angry or make any expression.

He seemed a little angry.

With a smile that showed a successful prank, he did not bully her too much, stood up and sat on her seat, and began to feed the saint in his arms.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I'll feed you."

The saint's frown gradually relaxed and her calm expression returned.

It's really easy to understand. The saint who no longer has three things will have slight expression changes in all her emotions.

Speaking of which, the black gauze eye mask really suits the saint, especially since she has long platinum hair and the black gauze eye mask brings a hint of seductive charm to the saint.

After dinner, I took out pen and paper and started sorting out information and making next plans.

The saint who had finished cleaning was picked up from behind.

"what happened?"

I was a little confused. She usually stayed with him quietly and never took the initiative to do anything.

The saint cannot speak and can only express through actions.

She held hands and led him to the bed, motioning to lie down.

Somewhat curious, I lay down.

The ancient clever arms were wrapped in white silk gloves and pressed on the shoulders.

She seemed to want to give herself a massage.

The palm is mechanically cold and smooth with white silk. It is very comfortable, but the strength is a bit weak.

Rather than pressing, it felt more like stroking to my now muscular self.

But it felt good to be touched, so she let her go.

"Xue Fei, are you trying to comfort me?"

The saint paused her pressing movements and nodded.

She didn't know how to comfort people, so she wanted to make her master feel relieved.

Some couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm not a fragile child, so there's no need."

The saint stopped the massage, feeling a little at a loss.

He pulled her, who was kneeling next to him, into his arms, and her golden-white hair seemed to cover the two of them.

Looking at her blindfolded by black gauze, he responded seriously to her behavior: "But, I am very happy. Is there any reward you want?"

The saint lay quietly in her arms, slowly lying on her chest, and pressed her slightly pointed ears close to hers.

She showed her expectations through actions.

I was never this clingy before. When did I become so clingy?

It seems like when you came to Crescent City by boat a few years ago?Somewhat uncertain.

He stood up, still holding her in his arms.

"Okay, I'll press it for you too. You can serve me properly later."

The saint nodded, her expression very gentle.

Afterwards, it was more like playing with the saint than massaging her.

After the pleasure, he lay on the bed and continued to enjoy her service.

Awesome!

Think about it carefully, when he appeared on the stage, the world praised him, but Aaron was looked down upon.

After losing the battle, he was comforted by the teacher and served by the maid.

It felt more comfortable than Aaron who had won the battle.

According to the formula of being looked down upon and then becoming a blockbuster, it turns out that Aaron is the protagonist.

Thinking of something random, I grabbed the hand on my shoulder.

Turning over, he held the saint in his arms.

"Okay, let me press it for you too."

The saint's cheeks are a little rosy, which cannot be seen without looking carefully.

She didn't refuse and lay quietly in her arms.

He took off her clothes, took off the gauze and checked her wound. It was already healed, so he took off the gauze and gently pressed her shoulder.

"Xue Fei, I have to postpone the promise I made to you for a while, about a year, is that okay?"

The saint knew what she was talking about, which was to restore her body.

She nodded, not disappointed.

She actually didn't care about her physical recovery. As long as she could stay with her master, she was content.

After massaging her shoulders, neck, and belly, he removed her limbs and began to massage her fractures.

The Saint does not seem to suffer from the common limb loss symptoms of phantom limb pain and distal pain.

But she always wears the smart phone and her limbs sometimes feel uncomfortable, so I occasionally take it off for her and hold her to move around.

By the way, I helped her press there today.

The blush on the saint's face gradually became obvious.

[Goooo...]

Recently, she gradually developed a strange feeling towards her master's hands.

This is not right.

But it's very comfortable.

She gradually became immersed in it.

After massaging her body, he hugged her and lay on the bed, lifting her up high.

The saint's smooth body is so dazzling under the light.

It’s so beautiful, let’s touch it.

It's called a massage, but actually it's great because it feels so comfortable.

I decided that I would sleep with her in my arms tonight and not put any limbs on her.

Under the touch of the saint, her face became more and more rosy.

The pure white part of the bright pearl hanging around her neck became increasingly scarce.

176~177. As skills improve, the curse of the saint begins to take effect.

I have lived with the Saint for more than six years, and this year is my seventh year.

I forgot when I got used to having her around.

Love grows over time, that's probably the case.

From not liking her at the beginning, to gradually accepting her, to feeling that she is a good person, until I feel that she is great both in appearance and personality.

Finally, there is the present affection.

She tends to have a pity-like love, and sometimes wants to bully her.

He never restrains himself when he wants to bully, but he never goes too far. It's just appropriate. There's no need to cover up, and he won't overindulge.

When she got up, the saint was already awake, but because she was not equipped with limbs, she could only continue to lie down in his arms.

In the past, by this time, she had already washed herself and was standing by the bed waiting.

He stood up, hugged her and started washing.

Cleansing magic gel, much better than slime gel, was stuffed into her mouth.

The saint bit lightly and cleaned her teeth and mouth.

After washing, he wiped her body with a towel, then put her limbs on and changed into a maid uniform.

There is a sense of pleasure in dressing up a doll.

Letting go of her hand, the saint fell to the ground, her heels hitting the floor with a crunching sound.

She bowed slightly, then went to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

After going out, I picked up a newspaper by the door and returned to the dining table to read through it.

Most of them report news of their own failures, with some expressing regret, some sighing, and some encouraging.

Strange, no one scolded me in the newspaper.

Now that I think about it, I think I rescued the son of the newspaper owner two years ago?If I remember correctly, he inherited his father's business this year.

After careful recall, I was convinced that this was the case. News of his inheritance was published in newspapers a year ago.

It seems that doing good deeds will have some effect after all, and there will be no situation where everyone will push you down or no one will support you.

Life in Crescent City is somewhat similar to modern life in the modern world. Systematic and large-scale magic research has led to the development of many things. Before arriving in this city, the first explosion of magic technology had already appeared and been completed.

At first, businessmen hired low-level magicians in an organized and large-scale manner to start mass-producing props. Later, some high-level magicians discovered the huge low-end market and developed a low-level potion pipeline.

Since then, it has been out of control, and many magicians have begun to invest in this research and development, and magic-powered steel ships and magic cards for recording information have appeared.

The only difference between them and modern scientists may be that they can use magic power, which is full of convenience and a bit of fantasy.

If this continues, the second explosion of magic technology should be coming soon.

But no, the president of Crescent College blocked the latest technology and began to suppress new inventions.

Su Gao had a good relationship with the dean. I remember him as a kind old man with a white beard. He was always cheerful when chatting. He rarely got angry with others, and he was not a stubborn person.