In a panic, Floria summoned her strong mental strength and bit down hard on her tongue.
The brief pain snapped her back to clarity from the strange sensations she’d been feeling.
But it was already too late—Sophia’s gaze had already fallen on the last strip of pale pink fabric—the strap of Floria’s intimate undergarment.
“Sophia, you—”
Before Floria could even scold her again, she felt the last line of defense across her chest suddenly slacken.
The softness restrained beneath the fabric stirred enticingly, causing her heart to race in alarm.
“W-wait! Stop right there! Did you hear me?! Y-you’re not allowed to touch that part anymore!”
Panicked, Floria twisted her waist anxiously, stretching her arms back desperately to shield the straps from Sophia’s hands.
But her fierce resistance was utterly ineffective.
The only result was Sophia seizing the chance to flip her completely into her arms.
Her clothing became even more disheveled, vast expanses of what should have been concealed beauty now exposed to the air.
Even as Floria frantically tried to cover herself with both hands, she couldn’t stop Sophia’s burning gaze from roaming over her exquisite form.
“Senior sister really is quite disobedient, aren’t you…”
Face to face and inches apart, Sophia suddenly sighed as if overcome with emotion.
“You promised me just now you wouldn’t go back on your word, yet now you’re resisting so fiercely again. Isn’t that a bit too fickle?”
“If senior sister doesn’t keep her promise, then I might have to reconsider whether I’ll fulfill your request at all.”
At those words, Floria’s face stiffened from the stern rebuke she had been about to launch.
…If she couldn’t get back to her own room… that meant losing access to her private stash—her chance to turn things around in the future…
The thought of such a bleak and hopeless future made Floria nervously swallow.
“Hmph… I always keep my word… so you… you mustn’t break yours either!”
“Hehe, of course~”
Seeing her implicit agreement, Sophia laughed lightly, her eyes drifting back to the straps over Floria’s chest.
Being stared at so intently—her exposed snowy white skin and tender, fragrant shoulders laid bare—Floria’s humiliation made her straighten rigidly, fists clenched tightly.
Biting her lower lip in frustration, she decided to close her eyes and turn her head aside, deceiving herself by looking away.
Damn it… for the sake of my future comeback plan, I’ll have to endure this small humiliation for now…!
After all, it was just letting Sophia help her change clothes… not the first time she’d served her before—
Floria comforted herself with this hopeful thought, but the next moment, she sensed something was wrong.
Her chest felt stiflingly compressed by a heavy weight… and warm breath was being blown over it…!
“Sophia! Didn’t you say… you’re only helping me change clothes?”
“That’s right, just changing clothes, isn’t it?”
“Then what are you doing now!”
Sophia raised her head again, grinning with an innocent, harmless smile.
“I’m helping senior sister untie the neckline straps.”
“Wha—!”
Floria’s pupils trembled as she blankly watched Sophia lower her head again, pressing it against her bosom.
“Stop it! N-no, wait… shut up! There’s no way to untie straps like this…!”
Flushed with a mix of shame and anger, heat seemed to pour endlessly from Floria’s head.
She almost gathered her magic, clenching her fists to strike the disrespectful junior in front of her.
But the magical energy she had just gathered vanished into thin air the moment her hands touched Sophia’s body, a strange phenomenon that startled Floria and made her hesitate.
“There is a way. When I first came to senior sister’s mansion, before bathing, senior sister had me untie her straps just like this.
“Surely senior sister hasn’t forgotten what she’s done herself?”
“I… I only—”
Floria was left speechless.
After all… back then, it was just a passing whim—a deliberately tricky demand to teach little Sophia a lesson…
Who would have thought Sophia would hold such a grudge?
Even after all these years, she remembered such a trivial thing so clearly?
In her panic, Floria noticed the row of decorative straps on the front of her dress was indeed being untied one by one—never before had she so hated the design of clothing that tied at the neckline.
Sophia’s movements were gentle and practiced now.
She carefully used her teeth and tongue to undo the knots, trying her best not to make Floria uncomfortable.
The afternoon sunlight flickered softly, casting slowly moving shadows on the walls, reflecting the two figures so close together.
The warm atmosphere hung in the air, trembling slightly with each breath.
Their proximity was so close that even the slightest exhale from Sophia’s cherry-like lips was clearly felt by Floria’s keen senses.
Despite Sophia’s cautious and delicate untying, there were several subtle, deliberate touches against Floria’s skin.
The warmth of her fingertips sliding over Floria’s body intertwined with the heated ambiance of the room, intensifying the silent, smoldering tension.
The faint friction of solid forms brushing against each other, combined with the nearly melting closeness, sent Floria’s heart into a dazed flutter.
“Ugh… is it… almost done yet…”
Floria’s breaths grew heavier, her tone losing the authoritative edge she’d worn earlier and sounding instead like a delicate girl being bullied.
Instinctively, she reached out to press her hand against Sophia’s forehead, trying to push her away, but her arm felt weak and limp—powerless against the current Holy Knight Commander.
“Hehe…”
Sophia lifted her face, cheeks flushed as well, laughing softly while panting lightly.
Her pupils gleamed with greedy desire.
“Senior sister… do you know that you look even more alluring now than you did back then?
“So enticing… I want to just eat you up right here and now~”
Hearing Sophia’s teasing words, Floria trembled, a blush spreading from her cheeks down to the base of her neck.
Her mind froze, unable to form a coherent retort, only managing a hesitant whisper:
“Don’t… say such things… I’m the one who raised you… senior sister… how… do you have no respect at all…”
Self-deceptively, she turned her head away in Sophia’s arms, avoiding eye contact, weak and utterly humiliated.
Unnoticed until just now, the front straps of Floria’s dress were almost all undone, only two slender ties still stubbornly holding the two sides of fabric together.
They prevented the elastic peaks of her bosom from spilling out and exposing the scene Sophia most longed to see.
Because the dress had slipped earlier, these two ties—originally at the neckline—were now the last connection holding the front closed, pressing tightly against the snowy softness of Floria’s curves.
For this reason, Sophia had deliberately skipped these two while using her teeth to open the others.
Sophia shifted her position a little, moving from the wardrobe to the bedside and then sitting down with complete ease.
Together with Floria in her arms, she went from a “dangling ornament” to straddling Sophia’s thigh face to face.
This way, Sophia no longer needed to awkwardly hold Floria’s waist with one arm and could free her hands for other tasks.
Because of the position, Floria—usually shorter than Sophia—now appeared taller, and her prominent curves were exactly at Sophia’s eye level.
“Senior sister, please be patient, just a little more and it’ll be done~”
Sophia smiled, placing her hands gently on either side of Floria’s lower abdomen, securing her firmly on her lap before leaning down again.
“Don’t… don’t stick your tongue out at me!”