I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 211 President, you didn't want this either.
Whoever marries this guy will never have to worry about housework again!

Olivia sighed with a mixture of surprise and regret.

She and Ron are nearly ten years apart in age; such a huge age difference is probably...
Olivia, Olivia, what are you thinking? This is illegal!

Dispelling his chaotic thoughts, the president carried the ingredients into the kitchen and praised them:

"Well done!"

"Come visit me often, preferably once a week."

I can hear the sound of your abacus from two streets away. You'd better tell me to come and visit!

Ron pursed his lips, cleaned up the mop and threw it into the bathroom, then took small steps to Olivia's side.

"President, why have you been gone for so long?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the clock hanging in the living room.

"It's already past midnight, where did you buy your groceries?"

Upon hearing this, the black-haired woman glanced at her subordinate with disdain.

"Long hair, short wits? Does this old lady really have to buy groceries in the capital?"

"Leita County is in the far west of the kingdom. When I went there, the market there was still open."

what?
Ron was stunned when he heard this.

You traveled halfway across the continent just to poison me while buying groceries?
Is this meal absolutely necessary?
Seeing the astonished look on Ron's face, Olivia couldn't help but reach out and ruffle his fluffy blond head.

The soft, smooth gold threads gently glide between your fingers.

Her pretty fox-like eyes stared at Ron, and after a moment, she smiled brightly and stretched languidly.

"I'm so tired, I'm covered in sweat. I'm going to take a shower, I'll leave the rest to you."

"Let's have a couple of drinks together later!"

Hey, are you inviting me over or am I inviting you?

Ron was inwardly grumbling, but due to his superior's tyranny, he could only obediently enter the kitchen.

However, upon seeing Olivia enter the first-floor bathroom, Ron immediately summoned the Baron.

Subcontracting at every level!

With his hands and feet freed, Ron had nothing to do and slumped onto the sofa.

Just then, the rustling sound of clothes rubbing together reached his ears.

I subconsciously looked toward the bathroom and saw a slender figure reflected in the semi-transparent frosted glass.

The shadowy figure was indistinct and dreamlike, its arm reaching behind its back as if it were unbuttoning a shirt.

Suddenly, the two most prominent objects in the projection twitched slightly, as if they had broken free of their seals, lively and adorable.

They seemed to be suffocating, and to relieve the stress, their owner gently squeezed them with his palm, and then...

He actually twisted his waist and swung it around rapidly.

One lap, two laps, three laps—the speed was so fast that obvious afterimages appeared!
Was that thing thrown around?!

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Ron's vision went black, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He simply couldn't imagine what a horrific scene it was.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

A full minute passed, and the slender figure seemed to have had enough fun. She stopped swinging around and bent down to take off the boots she had worn all day.

He picked up the boots and carefully examined their exterior for any signs of damage. After a while, the blurry black figure nodded in satisfaction.

Just as she was about to put the boots into the laundry basket, she seemed to remember something and curiously put her nose to the top of the boots to smell them.

Ron saw the dark figure suddenly stagger back two steps, then heard a loud thud as it fell, followed by a gasp of pain.

His face twitched, and he angrily turned and ran towards the kitchen.

Never mind, I'll go cook!
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After arranging the honey-roasted pumpkin neatly, Ron added two large spoonfuls of garden salad to each of their plates.

Served with grilled beef ribs and golden mashed potatoes, this completes the dinner.

To be honest, the dinner was a bit simple, except for the drinks. There was a stack of Sesserl pale beer, two bottles of Barolo red wine from the Barolo region, and then some Neapolitan blood wine from the coast.

The table was completely filled with Saint Anne whiskey, which is almost alcoholic, and Nashville distilled spirits from near the capital.

Just then, the doorknob of the bathroom turned, and a slender figure wrapped in a bath towel stepped out.

Her smooth, black hair was completely dry, falling cascading down to below her waist, partially concealing her buttocks.

The poor bath towel was torn and ripped, but even so it barely covered the vital parts, leaving two snow-white and powerful long legs exposed.

Ron glanced at it, then looked away without any interest.

The filter he just saw made it impossible for him to look directly at the student council president; he was afraid she would take off her bathrobe and start waving it around in front of him.

"Ms. Olivia, the food is getting cold. Finish your meal as soon as possible and get some rest."

Upon hearing this incredibly calm voice, the president paused in his cautious steps.

She looked at the ill-fitting bathrobe with a sense of existential skepticism, then at Ron, who was at an age where he was eager to get intimate, and for a moment she was completely baffled.

Suddenly, Olivia seemed to realize something, and said with a very complicated expression:
"Ron, could you please cut back on L?"

What do you mean by that?!

The blond boy felt deeply wronged.

How could a gentleman like him do such a thing?!

Ron said indignantly:
"Ms. Olivia, swinging your arms too much will cause your pectoral muscles to sag!"

what! ?

Upon hearing this, the black-haired woman staggered back two steps, her delicate face turning as red as a boiled lobster.

She instinctively wanted to punch Ron in the head, but considering her limited mobility, she slipped back into the bedroom.

After changing his clothes, he suddenly appeared in front of Ron and raised a fist the size of a sandbag.

"President, you don't want Miss Elena to find out about your affair, do you?"

At this critical moment, the blond boy spoke threateningly, narrowly escaping disaster.

Olivia's fist froze in mid-air, unsure whether to go up or down.

There was a full half-minute of silence between them before she finally managed a smile and said:

"Ron, the president is doing exercises. You're a boy, you wouldn't understand."

What you're saying is ridiculous. If I can't get rid of the top, can't I get rid of the other places?
Ron inwardly scoffed, then suddenly noticed that the president was wearing a short skirt that only covered half of her thighs, along with smooth, silky black stockings made of real silk.

The lace trim on the skirt partially concealed her figure, and the stockings tightly hugged her thighs at the entrance, suddenly stirring up a mature allure.

In this situation, Ron unconsciously wanted to make some excessive demands.

For example, using the reasons mentioned earlier to blackmail someone.

"President."

The blond boy blushed, looking somewhat embarrassed.

However, after glancing at Olivia's exquisite face and legs that seemed longer than his own, Ron hardened his heart and threatened:
"President, you don't want Miss Elena to find out about what you're trying to get rid of, or about smelling the boots, right?"

"Ron...you...you mustn't do this!"

The black-haired woman's voice trembled, and she unconsciously swallowed, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, already prepared for the worst.

In the quiet of the night, when a man and a woman are alone, it always makes people's imaginations run wild.

"What...what do you want me to do?"

Upon hearing this, Ron could no longer suppress his wicked thoughts and snorted:

"As long as you call me 'Dad,' I will..."

boom--

Before he could finish speaking, a pair of iron fists descended from the sky.

(End of this chapter)