Albert Ke no Reijou wa Botsuraku wo go Shomou desu

"That's what all the student council officers are saying when I abused Alicia in the stomach where Patrick was taken."

"Ah, ah..."

"In other words, this Mary Albert harassed her country daughter with a few end-of-life things that she wouldn't even throw out her schooling on..."

To the chilling voice of Mary, the student council officers circled their eyes wondering what the hell was going on.

I'm sure Mary's condition today, which may even feel chilly, is not the same as' Mary 'they know. Without scolding his squire lightly, he returns himself lightly, what a flat ear to be slapped in the pussy, and at the end he goes to school by bicycle. All I know is such a' stranger's lady '.

"I don't like it, you thought I was the kind of woman to do that"

"Me, Miss Mary...?

"Dirt your uniform, but ruin your desk, so there's no way this Mary Albert would imitate us all like that."

"Is...?

"But in the current situation, no matter how you explain it, you don't seem to believe me, and why don't you just feel it for yourself?

I slapped my bread and my hands as if it were a good idea, and Mary smiled happily. Most importantly, those eyes are still not laughing, and on the contrary, it goes without saying that they are still releasing cold air.

- With such a Mary grin on her side, Adi began to forgive Alicia for panicking about Mary, even though she took it for granted. Patrick is holding back his mouth that he can't stand just laying on his face.

"Be sure to experience with it what happens if you take something away from this Mary Albert. Then you'll understand."

He darkly tells him, "I wouldn't be able to harass him to that extent if I were you," and Mary spills a crunch and a grin.

That elegant way of laughing is like a courtesan herself, but it only cools down the chilled air even more on this occasion.

Of course I was not willing to soothe that air to Mary in any way, and I could hear the first-year secretary breathing if he was intimidated, but I didn't even glance at him.

Look at the men standing in front of you in a chilling and pale conversation. I don't see any hostility in that eye, but I don't have the warmth to look at my alumni. Dispose of whatever's good, it's so merciless and emotionless.

"Come on, who do we start with? Whatever it is, you guys can deal with it at the top. Better than a country girl, you'll entertain me, won't you?

Niya and raised her mouth angle, gazing at Addy, where Mary stood next to Chira.

If Addy nodded and returned it as if she had drawn on her intentions, she would tremble on her shoulders as all the student council officers who had a harsh look on their faces until earlier.

The expression is a mixture of fright and confusion, and there are no shards of temper left to show until earlier. It's even pathetic, and his complexion is somewhat blue.

But I don't have a choice. Anyway, they finally realized.

Who were we dealing with?

Even though that is from your sense of purpose as a lofty student council officer, which house lady were you trying to rebuff?

And that, even if it were a legitimate statement, it could overshadow good and evil in an instant and cause ruin.

They now finally understand.

- By the way, Patrick, who knows just like that, keeps his mouth shut, turns away, and shivers his shoulders in a completely different way than the rest of the board in a posture that says the limits are exactly close. You finally understand what's going on with Patrick's attitude like that, I wouldn't say Alicia's fumble that glances at him. You ruined my cuteness.

But even in such circumstances, there seemed to be a lingering enthusiasm to correct the evil, and "still," a general counsel teacher, who usually gave guidance to the student council officers, looked up.

"You've been acting like a mistress for a long time. If I may say so as a teacher, it is an extraordinary act."

"Well terrible. Me, they do say I'm a weirdo, but I'm not going to be bothering anyone. Of course, we haven't bothered the teachers once."

"But your usual behavior can discredit the Carreria School. We always wanted you to act with proper consciousness as a student of the school and as a courtesan of the Albert family."

I suspect you because of your daily bad behavior, but I suppose you're trying to say. To the teacher's words, Mary distorted her mouth again.

It says something perfectly interesting.

"That's what they say if I'm not a lady, I don't think I'm the daughter of the Alberts."

"Oh, yeah. Your actions are as if."

"So you're saying that your father got the other woman pregnant. Or is that what you mean when your mother opens her crotch to a man other than your father"

"Hey, no way......!

"Oh, I wonder if that means that your father and mother were raising other daughters for the rest of their lives without knowing otherwise. If that's the case, the Albert family crest should be cool."

Corny and Mary laugh with pleasure.

Zawa and his surroundings were instantly annoyed because some of the wild horses who watched the interaction had slapped Mary in the pussy saying, "I don't think she's Albert's daughter".

Of course there's no such thing as a willingness to question the infidelity of the Alberts there. Alberto and his wife are good friends, and everyone sees each other smiling all the time for once. So much so that the young courtiers yearn that their appearance is the ideal couple.

There's no way I can doubt a couple like that, let alone be horrible and mouthful.

And of course, I know that Mr. and Mrs. Albert love their children wholeheartedly. That, of course, includes Mary, who is said to be a stranger.

That's why Mary asked me now, and they realized they were making disrespectful remarks to Mr. and Mrs. Albert.

"It's..."

and the vice chairman whines weakly.

A vice president who has shaded and supported busy student chairmen from day to day and is admired by many students himself. He's just exhausted in a warm word with a gentle waist, but he also has the duality of being relentless to those who hurt his precious things. Such a pitiful voice of his, neither.

Unexpectedly, Mary.

"The vice chairman fans could have stabbed me, too."

And I sighed, and I heard the men in front of me wondering what, and on the contrary, breathing from among the wild horses.

He said he had been slapped in the pussy until the other day, but isn't this a turning point and a subject of fear?

If you ask me which is better, all I can say is that I feel bad about both.

Their expressions even show fright, and they are so blue that they originally looked good but didn't think they were. The more I feared Mary's every move, the more I sighed, the more someone would tremble on my shoulders.

You're turning the Albert family against the enemy, so naturally, I guess.

But if you try from Mary, who just bought the fight because they sold it, this frightening thing that turned around looks like this one is the perpetrator and doesn't feel right.

... so I've lived in an unusual way before.

To be laughed at as not being a lady to hear a little pussy, because it's certainly true, and more importantly, I knew this would happen.

I was listening to you.