Lu Ming’s expression remained calm.
He reached out with his left hand, as if handling a fragile treasure, gently holding those few toes.
With his other hand, he grasped her slightly reddened ankle.
He kneaded and rotated gently, loosening the joints for her first.
A gentle stream of Power of Divinity followed his thumb’s massage, flowing in like a warm current.
Next, Lu Ming softly stroked her arch.
Sislia instantly felt a tingling numbness.
After that, he kneaded her slightly swollen ankle, not too light, not too heavy.
Sislia couldn’t help but let out a faint whimper from her nose, and in fright, she quickly bit her lower lip.
“This feels so strange, but… I like it, as long as it’s Your Highness, I like anything…”
Sislia unconsciously closed her eyes slightly.
Her long lashes fluttered violently like butterfly wings.
It was as if all the sensations in her body converged on the foot Lu Ming was kneading.
Perfect pressure, gentle touch.
It made Sislia’s heart stir as well.
She didn’t know why, but being kneaded like this felt ticklish.
Yet she couldn’t bear to pull her foot back.
There was a sense of comfort, like her heart was being freed, and she began to feel a restless heat rising within.
Sislia couldn’t help but close her eyes again, her lashes trembling faintly.
It was as if her heart, too, was trembling along with them.
The growing warmth spreading through her made her left foot relax, and it even felt as though all the pores on her body were opening.
Noticing Sislia’s unusual reaction, a playful glint appeared in Lu Ming’s eyes.
“Sis, is this pressure enough?”
As he spoke.
He let go of Sislia’s ankle, his fingers deliberately or unintentionally brushing against her delicate heel.
Sislia immediately curled her toes.
She couldn’t help but force an awkward smile, but only for an instant—she quickly suppressed the upward curve of her lips.
She bit her reddened lips tightly.
Lu Ming’s fingertips began to drift, lightly tracing across the most sensitive part of her sole.
Lu Ming watched Sislia’s slightly unrestrained expression with great interest.
“Seems you’re not struggling much, hmm.”
Lu Ming looked at Sislia, who was struggling to hold back her laughter, with growing amusement.
Then, at last, he pressed his fingers into her instep.
“Well then, let’s try this.”
Lu Ming applied a bit of pressure, kneading and rotating.
That patch of skin was especially ticklish for Sislia—she’d always felt like laughing even when she accidentally touched it while washing her own feet.
Let alone being kneaded by someone else.
“Mm…!”
Sislia’s whole body trembled, her toes suddenly clenching tight, like a startled kitten.
A wave of intense ticklishness, mingled with shame and a strange pleasure, shot straight to her head.
She nearly curled up.
But Sislia forced herself to suppress the urge to run away.
Between her tightly bitten lips, faint, broken breaths escaped.
After a while of kneading.
Lu Ming admired the sight for a moment, then reluctantly withdrew his hand.
At this moment, Sislia was already laughing so hard she was out of breath, her once snow-white, delicate face now completely flushed.
It was especially alluring.
One could hardly look away after a single glance.
Lu Ming was very satisfied. Who would have thought that such a dignified Pope could have such an adorable side?
Still, if the Dawn Goddess found out her Pope had been teased like this in the future.
And someone even impersonated Her, using Her name to mess with her silly Pope.
“If this keeps up, when the Dawn Goddess returns, she’ll probably come looking for me to settle the score.”
It was especially alluring.
One could hardly look away after a single glance.
Lu Ming was very satisfied. Who would have thought that such a dignified Pope could have such an adorable side?
Still, if the Dawn Goddess found out her Pope had been teased like this in the future.
And someone even impersonated Her, using Her name to mess with her silly Pope.
“If this keeps up, when the Dawn Goddess returns, she’ll probably come looking for me to settle the score.”
Lu Ming pondered for a moment.
But finally, he reached a conclusion.
“The Dawn Goddess isn’t such a petty deity, it’s nothing serious. Even if She holds a grudge, I can just use the favor She owes me as payment.”
***
Lu Ming leaned in close to Sislia’s cheek.
He gently pinched her face.
After being rubbed like that, Sislia finally started to recover.
Having laughed so much just now, she’d nearly fainted from lack of oxygen, leaving her mind muddled and heavy.
Her thoughts grew unusually bold and straightforward.
Her dazed gaze wandered over Lu Ming, a silly smile on her face.
Then, struggling upright, she suddenly threw her arms around Lu Ming’s waist.
She nestled into his embrace, rubbing against him like a child seeking affection.
Seeing Sislia’s rare, childlike state, Lu Ming said nothing, simply returning her hug.
Only after a while.
Did he finally speak.
“All right, how long are you planning to keep hugging me?”
“We’ve kept someone waiting outside for so long—any longer and it’d be rude.”
As Lu Ming’s words entered Sislia’s ears, she snapped back to awareness.
The daze vanished from her eyes, and her gaze cleared.
Her unruly expression vanished at once, the flush on her cheeks gradually replaced by paleness.
She quickly let go of her restless hands and hurriedly straightened her rumpled clothes.
After confirming her appearance wasn’t too disastrous,
She sat up properly at last, not daring to look directly at Lu Ming.
Just now… what on earth happened…
How could I show such an improper appearance before His Highness? It’s an insult to His Highness.
“Your Highness, I-I’ve lost my composure, please punish me!”
He too had felt the urge to tease Sislia.
After all, who wouldn’t want to coax a stern, sometimes gentle lady into showing her adorable side?
“Very well, then I’ll punish you.”
“Kiss me.”
For a moment, Sislia was dumbfounded, as if she’d misheard.
Was that somewhere she could touch?
That sacred place—could she… could she kiss it?
Lu Ming pointed to himself, signaling Sislia.
Seeing this,
Sislia’s courage surged; she pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and pressed forward.
A gentle, warm sensation spread from her lips—extremely soft and delicate, as if she might accidentally shatter it with a careless touch.
Very soon,
Lu Ming responded with a touch as gentle as water, then withdrew.
The brief contact made Sislia’s heart race wildly, with a faint sense of loss and disorientation.
She smacked her lips as if savoring the aftertaste, her eyes filled with reluctance.
Just that once wasn’t nearly enough—she hadn’t even tasted anything before it ended.
“All right, Sis, tidy up. We’ll have guests soon.”
***
At those words, Sislia stopped her little games.
She quickly put her shoes and socks back on, smoothed her wrinkled shirt,
And, after finishing all this, donned the Pope’s robe once more—becoming the Pope of Dawn again.
***
At the entrance to the Divine Realm, a few gentle rays of light flashed by.
Lisi flew over, arm in arm with another woman in the form of a water spirit.
Lu Ming spotted the water spirit at a glance.
Her appearance was very similar to Lisi’s, but differed in some details.
Lisi’s features were strikingly beautiful, naturally seductive, and carried the allure and charm of a mature woman.
Whereas this one appeared far colder and more noble, especially with those pale blue eyes.
There was a certain innate melancholy in them, as if it was part of her very nature.
That melancholy alone was enough to draw people in.
“Water Spirit Yilin, praises to the great Promise God, ‘Ymir’.”
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