Chapter 384: Flesh Bomb Tank (1)
On the other hand, although these rules exist, Derick himself does not enforce them strictly, especially when it comes to addressing him. He doesn’t really mind whether someone calls him "master," "lord," "daddy," or any other special title they prefer. In fact, sometimes using certain titles can even earn extra points.
However, many women in the Punishment Department are fervent followers of Derick, and they do not tolerate any mistakes. Punishments are usually unforgiving for even minor errors.
Many have been punished for issues related to how they address Derick, but as long as it’s not a major sign of disrespect, the punishment is generally not too severe.
Derick’s teasing made Joy feel both shy and delighted. His affectionate actions couldn’t help but make the young girl feel a sense of happiness. Even though she had been by Derick’s side for five years, Joy still seemed like the naive little girl from the beginning, eager to be a good and obedient maid by his side.
"Master~"
The beautiful girl’s eyes were misty as she softly called out to him, a tone that could melt anyone’s heart.
"Alright, be good and go back to continue watching the battle!" Derick patted Joy’s head.
As the young maid’s eyes twinkled, she gently grasped Derick’s still very hot penis, feeling pleased that he didn’t resist. She obediently led the way in front of him.
Leading with the master’s penis in hand, the two returned to the presidium. The traces left behind from Derick’s intercourse were also cleaned up by the maids. As for the piano girl Xu Jiao, who had fainted from the encounter, she had been carried to the side.
Although Derick had given her a chance, it was her own fault for not being resilient enough. In this kind of situation, every woman was vying to be close to Derick, hoping to stay by his side a little longer, as it represented more opportunities.
The competition may not necessarily lead to victory, but if one can win the favor of the master, it is another way to climb to a higher position.
