Lynn looked at Felica, whose fair face was slightly flushed.
Before he could react to what was happening, his vision suddenly plunged into darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dim room.
The room was boarded up tight on all sides.
Only a few candles reflected off Lynn’s face, barely illuminating the surroundings.
What’s going on?
As he gradually regained his senses, Lynn realized he was lying on a wide, soft bed.
“Lynn…”
Felica slowly sat down beside him, her fingers tracing lightly over his cheek.
Her voice held a hint of heat.
“Dean Emil said that starting today, I’m responsible for your safety…”
“It must be because you’re such a dummy, always putting yourself in danger, right?”
Felica puffed out her cheeks slightly, putting on an act of feigned annoyance.
In truth, this was merely a young girl’s reserve.
Even though she was already becoming impatient.
But Lynn was right here.
Right in front of her eyes.
Before she completely possessed him…
She had to stain Lynn with her own scent.
Then, she would make him the most important thing in her life.
Before meeting Lynn, she had never thought about spending the four seasons of the rest of her life with anyone else.
Now, she wanted to be with Lynn.
“It’s truly unforgivable, the way you always disregard your own life.”
“I… have to give you a little punishment.”
With that, Felica licked the corner of her mouth.
A sly, somewhat mischievous smile played on her lips as she moved further onto the bed, sliding her body closer to Lynn.
Seeing Felica look as if she were about to devour him whole, Lynn’s right eyelid suddenly began to twitch uncontrollably.
That familiar aura of death, like a maggot in his bones, gradually spread through his veins to his entire body.
That’s right, there was no mistake.
In several previous loops, Lynn would always experience this sensation right before he faced death.
It was like…
A warning.
What was Felica planning to do to him?
Before Lynn could figure it out, Felica began to slowly peel off her black stockings.
As the thin black fabric hooked around the tips of her toes, her snow-white legs and delicate feet were exposed to the air.
Under the dim candlelight, it added a touch of allure.
Then, Felica used the stockings she had removed as a blindfold, tying them over Lynn’s eyes.
Immediately afterward, waves of softness and the unique citrus fragrance of a young girl flooded Lynn’s nostrils.
“This is Felica’s own temperature and scent. You’d better remember it well, dummy Lynn.”
Looking at Lynn’s somewhat disheveled state, the smirk on Felica’s face grew even wider.
However, in Lynn’s heart, alarm bells were ringing frantically.
The aura of death was growing more intense by the second.
Though it wasn’t yet strong enough to trigger a definitive “Death Ending,” the mere increase brought about by this level of contact was enough to make Lynn wary.
No, something’s not right…
Earlier, when he had held Felica in his arms to save her, he hadn’t felt this unpleasant aura!
Where exactly was the boundary that triggered the certain-death ending?
Lynn frowned slightly.
Compared to her feet, he was currently more concerned with how to break this damn curse.
After all, if he reached a death ending later just because he accidentally touched another girl…
Then Lynn would truly be left without tears.
Although according to the current situation, that possibility was almost low enough to be ignored.
But what if this extreme scenario became a reality one day in the future?
He had to remember that his ability to restart a cycle had a limited number of uses; it wasn’t infinite.
If he truly died by mistake…
Thinking of this, Lynn couldn’t help but shiver.
He had to investigate.
If he remembered correctly, there was indeed a place in the Central Royal City that specialized in storing very niche curses and magic.
The Secret Archive of the Night Fool.
He would surely find something there…
However, before that, he had to get a pass for the Night Fool’s archive.
Thinking of this, Lynn followed his intuition and grabbed Felica’s ankle.
With the sudden tingling sensation on her ankle, Felica was startled.
Losing her balance, she fell back onto the soft bed.
She looked at Lynn in front of her, stunned.
She clearly hadn’t expected Lynn to reject her so directly.
Lynn… wouldn’t dislike this, would he?
Panic suddenly flared in Felica’s heart.
It didn’t make sense—those “adult” books clearly said this was the way!
That should mean most boys nowadays liked this kind of play, right?
Could it be that Lynn was just an exception!
Thinking of this, Felica’s large azure eyes began to spin in circles.
Was it… too late to make up?
Just as Felica was at a loss, Lynn steadied his mind, removed the stockings covering his eyes, and looked back at the panicked girl in front of him.
“Sorry, Felica,” Lynn said, scratching his head apologetically.
To be honest, while it felt soft and comfortable when Felica’s small feet pressed against his face, the risk was ultimately too high.
Thinking of this, Lynn suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
While he was currently holding Felica’s ankle, that suffocating aura of death… seemed to have weakened quite a bit.
If the necessary condition for triggering a death ending was contact…
Then theoretically, as long as he reduced the contact area, would the situation improve?
With this thought, Lynn immediately jumped off the bed, grabbed a bucket, and ran into the nearby bathroom.
A moment later, he walked back to Felica carrying a bucket of hot water.
“Sorry for making you so worried before, Assistant Felica.”
Lynn said as he took advantage of Felica’s distraction to grab her soft, pink feet and tuck them into the bucket of hot water.
Sure enough, although a trace of the death aura remained, it was almost negligible compared to before—well within the safe range.
“Take this as my apology,” Lynn said.
“Eek…”
Being subjected to this so suddenly, Felica was first shocked, and then a scalding sensation surged up from her feet.
She wanted to pull them away, but Lynn held them down too firmly.
After several failed attempts to escape, she was forced to enjoy it.
Fortunately, after just a moment, that unbearable burning sensation faded.
A comfortable warmth spread from her feet to every part of her body.
Felica slowly leaned back, propping herself up with her hands.
Lynn’s hands moved continually, rubbing between her toes and the arches of her feet.
Like an electric shock, waves of tingling sensations surged through her entire body.
Felica couldn’t help but press her white legs together tightly.
“Dummy Lynn…”
Felica whispered, her face red.
“Next time, you’re not allowed to joke with your life again…”
At this point, Felica took advantage of Lynn’s distraction to pull her foot out, lightly splashing a spray of water onto Lynn’s face.
Lynn wasn’t annoyed.
He lightly wiped the water from his Felica with his sleeve.
“Sorry, I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Lynn shook his head.
Hearing this, Felica puffed out her cheeks.
Of course, she knew Lynn wouldn’t just obediently listen to her.
If he did, Lynn wouldn’t be Lynn.
“Couldn’t you just pretend to agree to make me happy?”
Felica’s voice was full of reproach.
“I’m not good at lying,” Lynn shrugged.
“Truly a dummy beyond cure,” Felica sighed almost imperceptibly.
“Fine.”
Felica slowly sat up, resting her chin on her hands atop her fair legs.
“Be careful, dummy.”