“Don’t move.”
“You tell me not to move and I… ah!!”
Olivia’s movements were faster than she had imagined, directly grabbing her foot.
The moment Celia’s fingertips touched her skin, the woman jolted as if electrocuted, her bound body arching like a drawn bow.
Her foot jerked back, toes curling tightly as she trembled all over.
“D-don’t touch me!”
Olivia’s actions were interrupted by the violent reaction.
“You… this sensitive?”
Celia’s face flushed bright red, so red it looked ready to bleed.
“W-what business is that of yours?!”
Olivia ignored her stubbornness—no matter how hard the mouth, it was always soft when kissed.
She lowered her gaze to the still-trembling foot in her hand, a meaningful curve slowly spreading across her lips.
“Interesting.”
Then she moved. Her fingers glided lightly along the sole of Celia’s foot.
Celia froze.
“You, what are you… hahahaha…”
Olivia’s fingers rapidly tickled the sole of Celia’s foot.
Celia writhed like a fish on land, struggling but unable to break free of the magical restraints.
“Hahahaha, stop, stop… like this…”
She laughed until tears streamed down her face, her voice shrill and shaking, completely out of control.
Olivia paid no attention to her reaction, her hands continuing without pause.
“Ah! Stop! My feet… really, I can’t… hahahaha”
She laughed until she couldn’t breathe, her face flushed crimson, tears rolling down her cheeks.
The itchiness shot from her skin straight into her bones, more unbearable than any torture.
She wanted to curl up, to dodge that hand, but her body was tightly bound, leaving her to endure it helplessly.
“Please, please stop… I’m going to… I can’t… anymore”
Olivia turned a deaf ear.
Celia twisted violently, her toes curling and uncurling, opening and clenching, until finally reaching her limit.
Her body suddenly tensed, then shook violently like a leaf blown by the wind.
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
Olivia finally stopped.
She looked at Celia and realized something was wrong.
The side room fell silent for a few seconds, leaving only Celia’s rapid breathing.
“…Whoa.”
Seeing this, Olivia’s smile slowly faded, replaced by a mix of guilt and embarrassment.
She released her hold and stepped back.
Just then, the door was thrown open.
“Celia!”
Onyxia’s voice burst in first, followed by the high-ponytailed Dragon Clan Guard.
The two had clearly waited outside too long and finally lost patience.
Then they both halted.
Onyxia stood in the doorway, her eyes landing on Celia.
Celia was still bound, tear streaks at the corners of her eyes, a dark wet patch on the hem of her robe.
She lay limp, her chest heaving violently, her whole appearance like… like…
Onyxia’s pupils contracted sharply.
Behind her, the Dragon Clan Guard’s gaze passed over her and fell upon her own princess.
But Onyxia gave no one a chance to speak.
The next second, she had rushed to Celia’s side.
Before she could even speak, Olivia voluntarily released the restraints.
Snap.
With a snap of her fingers, the magical light binding Celia shattered instantly.
Celia went limp and began to slide down.
Onyxia caught her and pulled her into her arms.
“Don’t look.”
Using her body as a shield, she blocked everyone’s view, wrapping her outer robe around Celia, hiding that flushed face, those vacant eyes, that disheveled state all within her embrace.
Then she lifted Celia, stood up, and swept a furious glare at Olivia.
Without a word, she turned and left.
As she passed the Dragon Clan Guard, the guard instinctively stepped aside.
The door slammed shut behind her, and footsteps faded into the distance.
Only Olivia and her guard remained in the side room.
Silence.
Dead silence.
“…Princess.”
The guard finally spoke, her voice dry.
“You’re in big trouble.”
Olivia stood in place, looking at the closed door, then at the pair of black stockings still in her hand.
She blinked.
“…I really only tickled her a few times. I didn’t expect her to react so strongly.”
“Her physique is too sensitive. No Dark Elf reacts like this.”
“…”
The guard paused for a moment before slowly speaking.
“Princess, can’t you see it yet?”
Olivia’s face bore a dazed expression.
The shock from that scene was still too overwhelming; her head was spinning.
“Her physique is clearly abnormal.”
The guard lowered her voice.
“An ordinary Dark Elf, no matter how sensitive, wouldn’t… end up like this just from a few touches to the sole of the foot…”
Her gaze fell on the closed door.
The guard didn’t finish, but Olivia understood.
She looked down at the stockings in her hand, then at the fingers that had tickled Celia.
“…You mean her system?”
“Very likely.”
The guard nodded.
“Didn’t Lady Veronica say that the system influences its host in various ways? And what this Dark Elf Lady obtained…”
Olivia was silent for a long time.
“…Didn’t they say the system gives rewards?”
She looked up.
“Then what is this? Kink?”
The guard choked.
“…Princess, if that Fox Clan Lady heard that, you wouldn’t make it out of this house alive tonight.”
“I’m just curious! Think about it—historically recorded system rewards are always either Battle Continuation or Super Regeneration! How did she end up with…”
“This?”
The guard was silent for a moment before finally sighing.
“Perhaps we still understand too little about the system.
But one thing is certain: her current state is undeniably your fault.”
Olivia fell silent.
She recalled Celia’s vacant eyes, her pleading voice, that final violent shudder.
She instinctively looked at her own hand, lost in thought—perhaps savoring it, perhaps reflecting.
After a while, the guard suddenly noticed that her princess’s ears were turning red.
Then that redness spread slowly, from ears to cheeks, from cheeks to neck.
Olivia’s face grew visibly redder.
“…Princess?”
The guard ventured cautiously.
Olivia didn’t respond.
She was still staring at her hand, the blush deepening.
“…”