No matter how Little Merlin pulled, even pulling until her ankles hurt, or trying to use external objects to knock the high heels off, it all failed. These high heels simply wouldn’t come off, as if glued on.
“Huh?”
Little Merlin then tried to pull at the stockings on her legs, wanting to remove the sensation that had been wrapping her all day. But that layer of stockings seemed to be growing on her legs, truly like a second skin. No matter how she pulled, as soon as she let go, it would snap back quickly, tightly clinging to her skin, making a crisp sound, bringing a slight sting and an electric current.
Little Merlin looked at her own legs in despair: “Can’t… can’t take them off…”
“I told you, didn’t I?” Ophelia’s voice sounded in the void.
“Before defeating the Demon King, a lady’s attire absolutely cannot be removed.”
“Why is it like this… boohoo.” Little Merlin leaned weakly against the tree trunk.
This meant that even when sleeping, she would have to endure this layer of stockings. The extremely thin silk would continuously stimulate Little Merlin, letting her feel that sensation of being wrapped around her legs even in her dreams.
Dinner time arrived. Ophelia’s phantom appeared again to supervise etiquette.
“Sit up straight, legs together, no gaps allowed.”
Little Merlin had no choice but to obediently press her legs tightly together. The inner thighs wrapped in transparent white stockings, under gravity and posture, fit together without any gap. The plump thigh flesh was constricted by the stockings and squeezed against each other, deforming. They bounced and bounced, and as time passed, the tight gap began to heat up.
“Hot… so hot…”
Body heat was trapped by the stockings, unable to dissipate, and fine beads of sweat began to emerge. Sweat soaked through that thin layer of white stockings, making them even more transparent, sticking tightly to the skin. The hot, sticky feeling, mixed with the texture of the stockings, was maddening.
Little Merlin uncomfortably wiggled her bottom, trying to part her legs to let some air in.
“Ugh…”
“Together.” A strict voice sounded.
She could only maintain her posture again. The soaked stockings touched each other, making a wet squishing sound. Though the sound was small, in Little Merlin’s ears it was thunderous. She could feel that a thin layer of moisture had gathered, the humidity trapped by the stockings after sweat evaporated. Slippery, with every slight movement, the wet white stockings would collide with her inner thighs, and ah, an electric current shot straight to her spine.
Little Merlin’s face was red, tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, her legs unable to hold on, trembling slightly, the toes of her high-heeled loafers fidgeting restlessly: “Mahina… I’m not hungry anymore.”
The three of them looked at Little Merlin like this, feeling both cute and sympathetic.
Lucia smiled as she looked at Little Merlin: “Lord Hero, you’re still in the stage of growing up, you need to eat more to grow taller. If you don’t eat your fill, how will you have the strength to defeat the Demon King?”
“Alright, it’s just that my legs have been tightly wrapped all this time, it’s too uncomfortable…”
Mia unrolled the scroll and looked at the map: “At this pace, we should be able to reach the Demon King’s Castle by the day after tomorrow at the latest.”
Suddenly, the sharp Lucia stood up: “Careful, something is coming ahead.”
What emerged from the bushes were two enormous… magical beasts, I suppose. On the left was a giant orange-flavored ice cream monster that seemed half-melted, with sticky cream oozing from its body. On the right was a sharp-edged orange juice popsicle monster, radiating chilling cold, each step leaving a thin layer of frost on the ground.
Lucia looked at that wriggling pile of cream, her face showing undisguised disgust. She twirled the silver sword in her hand, the blade reflecting her fierce brows: “Ha… be careful not to get cream splashed on you, it’ll be hard to wash off.”
Before her words died away, Lucia had already turned into a white blur and charged out. Her movements were sharp and swift. The silver sword, infused with a large amount of fire magic, cut through the air, precisely slicing through the cream that the ice cream monster had thrown.
“Ice cones, pierce!” As the incantation was chanted, several ice cones whistled out, precisely bombarding the popsicle monster that was radiating cold air.
“Crack—!” The collision of high temperature and extreme cold caused the popsicle monster to let out a brittle cry, and countless cracks exploded on the surface of the hard ice.
“Ara, then I’ll pray for everyone~” Mia, who was in the back row, clasped her hands together, her large chest heaving with the movement. A golden radiance sprinkled over everyone, giving them a buff that increased their physical abilities.
The battle was one-sided. Under Lucia’s exquisite swordsmanship and Mahina’s powerful magical bombardment, the two magical beasts soon became weak and dying. The ice cream monster collapsed into a puddle of goo, and the popsicle monster was left with only a half section of shaky ice stick.
“Now! Lord Hero!” Lucia stepped on the popsicle monster trying to escape, and shouted back, “It’s your turn to finish it!”
Little Merlin trembled all over. She gripped the holy sword tightly, looking at the distance ahead that wasn’t very long, but her eyes were full of fear. It wasn’t fear of the magical beast, but fear of the act of walking itself.
Little Merlin took a deep breath and started walking: “Ugh… I-I’m coming…”
The ground now was a grassy area covered with moss and pebbles, uneven, and the soft earth slightly sank with each step in high heels.
When she took her first step, the heel of the patent leather high-heeled loafers instantly sank into the soft soil. Little Merlin still couldn’t skillfully handle any kind of high heel like those ladies who frequently attended social events.
“Ah!” Her ankle suddenly twisted.
The foot wrapped in white stockings slipped violently inside the shoes. The smooth, delicate surface of the stockings rubbed against the genuine leather lining of the loafers, providing no grip at all. Her toes curled helplessly inside the stockings, trying to grasp the sole, but the white stockings made every effort futile. Oh my, why are white stockings so bad?
“So slippery… the shoes are going to fall off…”
To stabilize her center of gravity, Little Merlin had to suddenly tighten her thigh muscles, turn her knees inward, and barely manage to stand steady with a forced pigeon-toed posture. With this effort, the stockings on her legs were stretched wider by the muscles, the transparent white stockings tightly biting into the tender flesh of her inner thighs. With the trembling of her muscles, the silk threads glided subtly over her skin.
Rustle… rustle…
With every step, the slender thighs wrapped in white stockings would rub against each other. A strange sensation of silky smoothness mixed with static electricity accumulated in the inner thighs. Wind blew in from under her skirt, penetrating the gauze-thin stockings, intertwining the heat from the skin contact with the coolness of the wind, creating a wonderful feeling that made her legs go weak.
“Ugh… stop rubbing… hate it, hate it!!”