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[Strange, why hasn't the president come to open the door yet? ]

[Isn't he aroused by lust? He is the only one in the villa, how is he going to solve it? ]

[…Is he going to do it himself? This doesn’t seem like a boss at all! A tyrant like him should just open the door and pull me in for some forced love. It’s strange, why doesn’t he open the door?]

Who is ruining the image of our president? Listening to her description, he is not a domineering president at all, but a sex-hungry ghost and a XXX criminal!

However, at this time I had no time to complain about her rich brain activities. After sending the location message to the team, I strode towards the bathroom.

It’s really strange. The assistant was clearly in the villa, so why didn’t he appear in the plot she was pulling?

Could it be that even the system would subconsciously ignore the existence of the assistant?

Thinking of my assistant, I felt a warm current flowing downwards and my pants became tighter.

……damn it.

Although the target was not the right one, it really made me feel lustful.

This system must be recycled as soon as possible.

"President?"

The assistant looked at me with concern, but I just strode towards the bathroom, not daring to look at him, for fear that if I looked at him any more, my self-control, which I was so proud of, would collapse.

"I'm going to take a cold shower. Don't let anyone outside in."

The glass door blocked out my voice.

I locked the switch, turned on the shower, and the cold water rushed down, soaking the assistant's hair that had been blow-dried for a long time.

Logically speaking, the assistant is right next to me, so I would be asking for trouble if I were to do the flushing.

My relationship with my assistant hasn't progressed in a long time, and this time seems like a good opportunity.

But I don't want my first intimate experience with my assistant to be completed under such circumstances. I would rather it be a natural process and he be willing.

In addition, the word change was just to change "a strong desire to kill" to "a strong desire for lust".

I can't guarantee that if you act according to the changed plot, something irreversible won't happen.

Peach Milk's voice is still clear.

[Today's last chance to change the wording and my favorability were wasted! ]

[Damn it, isn't it said that tyrants are particularly arbitrary and self-centered? Would someone like him just use his hands to get by? ]

[The ability to change characters only lasts for a limited time. If you don't open the door, it will be a waste! ]

[Host, the president's favorability towards you has decreased! ]

【What?! How much did it drop?!】

[Eh? No, that's not right. It didn't go down or up. It's still 0. There might have been a bug just now.]

[Really! Instead of deducting the favorability I earned, why not improve the system performance as soon as possible! ]

[No, I won't let this waste the favorability I earned by giving away umbrellas and paper! System, can you help me see if I can sneak into the CEO's house? ]

[Scanning... Host, there are people around you! Yes, there are a lot of people! Run! They are catching up! ]

The villa has good sound insulation and she can't hear any sounds from outside, but her thoughts are not affected.

Through her thoughts, I was able to understand the entire process of the arrest even though I was not at the scene.

In just a minute or two, the noisy voices of my heart quieted down.

I breathed a sigh of relief and stood under the cold water, silently counting the seconds and estimating the time.

Once the plot is changed, the changed state cannot last too long.

The rainstorm lasted for ten minutes.

The doctor's tearful state lasted for eight minutes.

My eldest nephew's abdominal pain lasted for about six minutes.

And I...

I looked down, took off my wet coat expressionlessly, and pulled off the bath towel to wipe my body roughly.

The impact on me was three minutes.

It’s not long, but it’s enough to make me lustful.

This is where the smartest change is made.

Desire is different from other changes. Even if the brain is calm, the body can still remain in an excited state, and the physical impulse will in turn affect the brain.

If I really couldn't resist the urge and walked towards the assistant, I'm afraid that even after three minutes, the affair would still have continued.

I don’t know if this effect will become stronger once enough favorability is collected and enough words can be changed.

Fortunately, the person has been caught.

…

Although I am healthy and strong and will not catch a cold from taking a cold shower, I still feel uncomfortable.

Especially now it is late autumn and the autumn wind is chilly.

I wiped myself clean, wrapped myself in a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom. My assistant was waiting at the door.

"Are you feeling better, President?"

He took a large towel and put it over my head.

The towel was very large and hung down around my waist like a plush blanket.

"It's no big deal."

He looked at me and suddenly hugged me along with the big towel.

A hug like this, with the body wrapped up and only half of the face exposed, gives people the illusion of being treated as a child.

Very warm.

I let go of my strength and leaned most of my weight on him.

He used this movement to wipe my hair with one hand.

The towel was very absorbent, and I didn't know where he got the towel from, but after wiping my hair seven or eight times, it was almost dry.

In front of me was his smooth neck and Adam's apple.

Suddenly I felt my teeth itchy.

At this moment, I empathized with the vampire.

When you like someone to the extreme, you will inevitably have a terrible desire to abuse him. You want to leave a mark on him and tell everyone that he is mine.

The top of his head moved.

I looked up at him.

He pulled the towel on his head down as well.

From the reflection in his eyes, I saw my own frizzy hair, like a frizzy sea urchin.

"puff."

I laughed angrily, "You laughed, right?"

“Very cute.”

"You use this word to describe me?"

"Um."

Without waiting for my rebuttal, he lowered his head and kissed me, swallowing all my arguments into his stomach.

…

"...Wait, stop for a moment."

"What's wrong, President?"

“…I have a big problem now.”

"I'll help you."

"I told you I'll always be there for you."

I always feel that the context of this sentence is slightly different from the original.

But soon, there was no extra energy to think about these things.