The team that won the World University League OneWatch Advanced Mathematics Competition is the West Land University Sirius College team led by Miss Clara!
Clara stood at the closest position to the host on the podium, she was so charming and full of energy. Other teammates lined up next to her, and no one would care about the empty part on the podium
I stood alone at the end of the team, after the podium, silently looking at the side skirt of the young lady's exquisite dress. It was a hand-sewn dress with gorgeous gems and platinum embellished. It was the most expensive work of the tailor and assistant on Sipino Dili Street, which was the proudest work of two weeks of busy work all night.
I'm not lingering in its exquisite tailoring or gem-inlaid, but its side swing is designed to facilitate the moving lady, with a slit side skirt showing her slender white calves...
Clara is Lao Zamao's youngest daughter. She was born in the same year as me at the age of 11 this year.
Compared to me, who was born as a cattle and horse, she is like a pearl embellished on the scepter of the ruler of the ancient hometown of mankind. Sirius Academy, as hereditary industry, is named after their surnames.
I am the son of Kaur slave. When I was 5 years old, I became a companion to Clara because of my excellent grades. Although I was a companion to study, my main job every day was to serve this unruly lady as a servant.
I have also had feelings and unrealistic fantasies about her; but to her, I am more like a dog, a toy, and a box of fruit and fruit juice
Lao Zamao has no son, so he spoiled this little daughter even more
That night, Lao Zamao held a sumptuous family dinner for her, and I was sent to clean Lao Zamao's study room.
It is better to say it is a library than a study. Its collection is more than 20,000 books of various types are the most popular private library in Xidihuan.
Despite the heavy workload, cleaning the library is one of the few entertainments in my short slave career. As long as I cleaned fast enough, I would have time to read his collection of books. Today, Lao Zamao held a family banquet, so I had more time to study.
Among the vast collection of old mao's books, my favorite is the works of writers from the ancient earth era, which are the geniuses Marx, Dumas, and Shakespeare, who were born from the ancient hometown of mankind...
My father hates slaves to touch his books without gloves! When I was intoxicated by the tragedy of "Othello", the eldest lady's reproaching voice made me creepy: You don't miss your mother because of yours
Be implicated at fault. If you want me not to report to my father, then you can help me finish my homework tonight, and then come to my room before 12 o'clock. Otherwise, hum, you can just wait to get whipped with No. 18.
I'm busy kowtowing like pounding garlic
At midnight, after finishing my homework with my eldest lady, I sneaked to my eldest lady's boudoir; Lao Zamao made strict living plans for the servants and slaves, and was strictly controlled regardless of work and daily life. For him, all servants and slaves were his property, and he did not allow accidental losses of his property.
I once secretly bought the vegetable and fruit juice promoted on TV, but I was whipped before I could enjoy it.
For me who made a mistake, the young lady's exquisite wooden door looked more like a Rashomon to me. When I was about to knock on the wooden door after a struggle in my mind, screams came from the door. I pushed the wooden door and exposed a crack. Looking into the crack, it turned out that the young lady was abused by another slave: Clara was sitting on her bench, her right foot stepped on the slave's toned abdomen, and her left leg was on the back of her feet.
The left leg stretched forward, rising and falling; the slave's side abdomen was obviously whipped, and his slightly rough skin was swollen and red with whip patterns everywhere. His abdomen was tumbling up and down with the rhythmic trampling of the eldest lady.
You are as cheap as your slutty son! The eldest lady said jokingly: Your pig cock must love my beautiful feet, and your butt is erected. Don’t think that if your father is lucky enough to you, you will have something to rely on! Please make it clear, you mother and son are just my dolls!
Accompanied by the slave's twitching and whimpering, the eldest lady took back her left foot, and the black lace stockings on her left foot were stained with some white liquid.
Yiwawa, so dirty, the lowly sap of pig cock made my socks dirty! She took off the socks from her left foot with her fingertips. Obviously she didn't want to touch the white socks on the socks at all. She clamped the upper edge of the socks with her left foot and stretched towards the head of the slave: Just enjoy your dirty socks yourself! And the nerd Kaul, I know you are at the door, it's your turn next, come in! She shouted to me
Clara stood at the closest position to the host on the podium, she was so charming and full of energy. Other teammates lined up next to her, and no one would care about the empty part on the podium
I stood alone at the end of the team, after the podium, silently looking at the side skirt of the young lady's exquisite dress. It was a hand-sewn dress with gorgeous gems and platinum embellished. It was the most expensive work of the tailor and assistant on Sipino Dili Street, which was the proudest work of two weeks of busy work all night.
I'm not lingering in its exquisite tailoring or gem-inlaid, but its side swing is designed to facilitate the moving lady, with a slit side skirt showing her slender white calves...
Clara is Lao Zamao's youngest daughter. She was born in the same year as me at the age of 11 this year.
Compared to me, who was born as a cattle and horse, she is like a pearl embellished on the scepter of the ruler of the ancient hometown of mankind. Sirius Academy, as hereditary industry, is named after their surnames.
I am the son of Kaur slave. When I was 5 years old, I became a companion to Clara because of my excellent grades. Although I was a companion to study, my main job every day was to serve this unruly lady as a servant.
I have also had feelings and unrealistic fantasies about her; but to her, I am more like a dog, a toy, and a box of fruit and fruit juice
Lao Zamao has no son, so he spoiled this little daughter even more
That night, Lao Zamao held a sumptuous family dinner for her, and I was sent to clean Lao Zamao's study room.
It is better to say it is a library than a study. Its collection is more than 20,000 books of various types are the most popular private library in Xidihuan.
Despite the heavy workload, cleaning the library is one of the few entertainments in my short slave career. As long as I cleaned fast enough, I would have time to read his collection of books. Today, Lao Zamao held a family banquet, so I had more time to study.
Among the vast collection of old mao's books, my favorite is the works of writers from the ancient earth era, which are the geniuses Marx, Dumas, and Shakespeare, who were born from the ancient hometown of mankind...
My father hates slaves to touch his books without gloves! When I was intoxicated by the tragedy of "Othello", the eldest lady's reproaching voice made me creepy: You don't miss your mother because of yours
Be implicated at fault. If you want me not to report to my father, then you can help me finish my homework tonight, and then come to my room before 12 o'clock. Otherwise, hum, you can just wait to get whipped with No. 18.
I'm busy kowtowing like pounding garlic
At midnight, after finishing my homework with my eldest lady, I sneaked to my eldest lady's boudoir; Lao Zamao made strict living plans for the servants and slaves, and was strictly controlled regardless of work and daily life. For him, all servants and slaves were his property, and he did not allow accidental losses of his property.
I once secretly bought the vegetable and fruit juice promoted on TV, but I was whipped before I could enjoy it.
For me who made a mistake, the young lady's exquisite wooden door looked more like a Rashomon to me. When I was about to knock on the wooden door after a struggle in my mind, screams came from the door. I pushed the wooden door and exposed a crack. Looking into the crack, it turned out that the young lady was abused by another slave: Clara was sitting on her bench, her right foot stepped on the slave's toned abdomen, and her left leg was on the back of her feet.
The left leg stretched forward, rising and falling; the slave's side abdomen was obviously whipped, and his slightly rough skin was swollen and red with whip patterns everywhere. His abdomen was tumbling up and down with the rhythmic trampling of the eldest lady.
You are as cheap as your slutty son! The eldest lady said jokingly: Your pig cock must love my beautiful feet, and your butt is erected. Don’t think that if your father is lucky enough to you, you will have something to rely on! Please make it clear, you mother and son are just my dolls!
Accompanied by the slave's twitching and whimpering, the eldest lady took back her left foot, and the black lace stockings on her left foot were stained with some white liquid.
Yiwawa, so dirty, the lowly sap of pig cock made my socks dirty! She took off the socks from her left foot with her fingertips. Obviously she didn't want to touch the white socks on the socks at all. She clamped the upper edge of the socks with her left foot and stretched towards the head of the slave: Just enjoy your dirty socks yourself! And the nerd Kaul, I know you are at the door, it's your turn next, come in! She shouted to me
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