Celia flushed, finally releasing her control over Ansu.
Ansu felt the restraints on his body slowly loosen as the black magic vines, which resembled tentacles, gradually vanished into the air.
"So... what is my reward?" Ansu asked with a mischievous smile, pressing for an answer.
Celia's cheeks were almost entirely red. She lowered her head, her voice so shy it was barely a whisper. "Then, the reward will be... you can rub my legs. Don't you like my legs the most?"
Ansu took the opportunity to look down.
Although Celia had retied her belt, those long, well-proportioned legs were still exposed before him without any cover. Her snowy-white skin seemed to emit a sacred glow under the shroud of the magical aura.
"Great, great!" Ansu chuckled, his large hands shamelessly stroking her thighs to his heart's content.
"Ansu... do you really like my legs that much?" Celia saw Ansu's excited and burning gaze and asked the question that had puzzled her for a long time.
"Of course!" Ansu answered without the slightest hesitation, his eyes practically glued to them.
While Celia's body was perfect from any angle, those legs... were especially worth savoring individually...
His fingers lightly brushed over the elegant curves of her legs. He nodded silently while seriously appreciating the view.
This was simply a peerless work of art, the finest masterpiece of the Creator.
Ansu still remembered the terror of the witch when they first met... back then, his only hope might have been these legs...
Every time the witch sat on her throne and boredly crossed her legs, his gaze would always follow with pinpoint accuracy, feasting his eyes greedily...
Therefore, Ansu solemnly declared, "Just as the Empire cannot lose the Church of Holy Light, and Benalu City cannot lose its magitech industrial system, I, Ansu, cannot lose the Ms. Witch's great legs!"
Despite her immense embarrassment, Celia couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.
"Is that so? Ansu, I..."
However, before she could finish, Ansu had already cupped her cheeks.
He kissed her deeply, with a hint of playfulness and revenge, sealing her unfinished words.
It was a lingering and long kiss.
This incredibly long kiss caused the two of them to gradually become intoxicated, as if they were immersed in a magical atmosphere where even the air became sweet and heady.
Celia unconsciously gripped Ansu's back. Under his offensive, her mind began to grow hazy, and she gradually lost herself... the rationality that once governed her seemed to have vanished entirely...
Some time later.
When the two finally separated slightly, Celia's eyes were misty and unfocused.
She had been kissed until she was weak, her body so soft she almost slid down.
Ansu quickly caught her.
Then, resting his forehead against hers, he teased with a smile, "So... is the reward just rubbing your legs?"
"Then..." Celia murmured in a daze, "what else is there..."
Ansu gazed at her. "You're asking what you already know."
"Ah..." Celia finally realized what he meant, and her cheeks instantly turned crimson.
"Didn't you say you wanted to give me a gift? You told me to wait for you, to conserve my strength..." Ansu said with a low laugh. "Now that the day has finally come, why have you become so timid, you weak witch?"
"I! How could I be timid? I was just..." Celia stubbornly tried to argue.
"Just what?" Before she could finish, Ansu scooped her up in a princess carry.
"Wait... wait, Ansu!" Celia panicked instantly, wrapping her arms tightly around Ansu's neck and whispering shyly, "A bath! Let's bathe first. We've been playing around for so long... we're covered in sweat..."
Ansu lowered his head and took a sniff. "Where is the sweat? Don't you smell very fragrant?"
"Besides..." He curled his lips. "Don't you have cleaning magic? Isn't that thing cleaner and more thorough than a bath?"
"No...!" Celia became more and more embarrassed, burying her face in Ansu's chest and speaking in a muffled voice. "I just want to bathe..."
"Alright, alright..." Ansu smiled helplessly and could only carry her toward the luxurious bathroom. "I'll carry you there."
"Mhm..."
However, once they arrived, Ansu showed no intention of leaving.
"Hmm? Ansu... I, I'm going to bathe now. Aren't you going out?"
Ansu narrowed his eyes with a grin and kicked open the bathroom door like a rogue.
"Hehe~ Of course we're doing it together!"
...
Norvigel, the North.
Morning light filtered through the stained glass, casting colorful spots in the manor's dressing room. Vera stood on her tiptoes, focused on tying Ansu's tie, her small face filled with seriousness.
"Since you're taking me to a famous institution like the Norvigel United Academy, and as my guardian no less, you can't be as casual as usual, Brother!"
Vera carefully adjusted it, making the dark brown tie look smooth and proper.
"See? It's much better to listen to me! You look so handsome now, Brother!"
Vera took two steps back, crossing her arms to admire her masterpiece.
Ansu was currently wearing a three-piece suit she had carefully put together—a light khaki coat with a matching waistcoat underneath.
The well-fitted cut complemented his tall stature. Already quite tall, he looked even more sophisticated with the addition of a gentleman's hat. The carved cane in his hand tapped lightly on the ground with his movements, making him look exactly like a local noble of Norvigel.
"How do I look?" Ansu adjusted his shirt collar in front of the mirror before turning around with a smile.
It had to be said that Vera's aesthetic sense was quite good, especially when it came to dressing him up.
"Handsome!" Seeing Ansu turn around and smile confidently at her, Vera's eyes lit up. "My brother is so handsome!"
As expected of her big brother, she could look at him for years and never get tired of it.
"Mhm~ Vera is very cute too!" Ansu gazed at Vera, who was wearing an exquisite lady's dress, and teased with a smile, "Look at this. Whose family's young lady is this?"
Vera giggled, but as she observed her brother closely, she felt a quiet murmur in her heart.
For some reason, she felt that her brother's aura had changed a bit over the last few days...
But she couldn't say exactly what had changed.
"Let's go, Ms. Vera." Ansu extended his palm like a gentleman.
Vera didn't take his hand; she simply hugged her brother's arm happily.
Outside the manor residence, a carriage decorated with the Lawrence family crest waited quietly.
David stepped forward eagerly to take Ansu's suitcase, then opened the door for Vera like a professional butler.
"Brother..." After the carriage started moving, Vera couldn't help but grumble, "Do you really have to dump me at school? I can help with whatever you're busy with!"
Vera looked at her brother sitting across from her, feeling increasingly helpless.
She had originally thought that after resolving the mess in Benalu City, she would have more time to spend with him.
But she didn't expect that as soon as they settled down in Norvigel, her brother would be thinking about sending her to school...
The thought of facing unfamiliar classrooms and boring classmates made her feel listless.
In truth, she didn't like going to school at all...
Ansu looked out the window at the manor fading into the distance. This was a new property he had purchased in the name of the Lawrence family; the spacious manor was also very suitable as a place for cult activities.
The main purpose today was naturally to take Vera through the transfer procedures, but besides that, there was indeed one thing he needed her help with...
"Vera, do you really want to help?" Ansu asked seriously.
"Mhm!" Vera nodded vigorously. "Of course!"
"It just so happens there's something I need your help with." Ansu's gaze swept across the buildings flashing past the window, his smile gradually deepening. "You'll know once we get to the academy."
Rate on N.U.
