“I-I’ll pick it up too!”
Yekaterina blurted out in a panic, then hurriedly crouched under the table.
A moment later, she and Wendy wiped their mouths and sat back in their chairs to continue eating.
However, Miss Klein was frozen in her seat.
Just now, she had felt a strange sensation on her lips, as if someone had kissed her.
And when she saw the Little Queen return to her seat, her dazed eyes and limp appearance made everything clear at once.
Her beautiful eyes instantly burned with raging flames.
After last night, these two shameless people knew there was an ‘Empathy’ link, and yet they still dared to fool around under the table right in front of this mage?
Are you treating me like a rice bucket?!
Then don’t blame me…
Laxana suppressed her anger, slowly straightened up, and her face returned to its elegant and dignified expression, as if nothing had happened.
However, the world under the dining table had already turned upside down.
Suddenly, Wendy felt a firm, elastic shape press lightly between his knees.
His whole body trembled, and he mechanically raised his head, nervously looking at Laxana.
Miss Klein had switched to dining gracefully, but her eyes narrowed dangerously as she glanced over.
That gaze seemed to say: The game is just beginning.
“…Crap! I forgot about ‘Empathy’!”
Wendy’s scalp tingled.
Actually, when he went under the table just now, it wasn’t to pick up a spoon at all, but because he couldn’t stand the Little Queen’s mischievous foot any longer and went down to pinch her soft flesh hard to make her behave.
Who would have thought that Yekaterina not only didn’t stop but also grabbed him and secretly kissed him, leading to both of them blushing and their hearts racing.
And now, Miss Klein had joined the battlefield!
Unlike Yekaterina’s fishnet stockings with their rough, distinct grid, Laxana wasn’t as frivolous as the Little Queen. Instead, she pressed forward tightly, as if declaring her sovereignty.
A surge of guilt flooded Wendy’s heart.
Astreia…
In his mind, the clear and trusting eyes of his beloved appeared involuntarily, her determination to entrust the kingdom and her own safety to him.
And what about himself?
He was now sitting between her younger sister and her close friend, in her Royal Palace, eating her family’s food, and then…
Under the dining table, being teased by these two women!
What was this?
Wendy was overwhelmed with guilt, wishing he could slap himself right then and there.
But…
While his mind was repenting, his body was being painfully honest.
On the left was the ultimate temptation of fishnet stockings, every stroke like countless tiny hooks tickling his heart; on the right was the firm embrace of smooth boots, the strong pressure bringing a completely different sense of conquest.
This must be what they call heaven and hell.
Wendy closed his eyes in agony, feeling like an iron plate caught between two magnets, unable to move, forced to endure this unspeakable torment and humiliation.
But at that moment, the battle escalated again.
The Little Queen at the head of the table saw Laxana join the fray and, instead of being angry, looked even more excited, as if she enjoyed the feeling of competition.
With a soft “click,”
The Little Queen’s foot, clad in fishnet stockings, slipped free from her high heel.
Then, a warm, soft, perfectly shaped arch of her foot lightly pressed against the Prince’s calf.
!!!
Wendy’s eyes snapped open, staring at Yekaterina in disbelief.
This crazy woman!
Freed from the restraint of the high heel, the foot in the net stocking became even more agile and unrestrained.
The delicate mesh traced the muscles of Wendy’s calf, slowly exploring upward inch by inch. Occasionally, her toes curled mischievously, tapping lightly against his shin.
Each touch felt like an electric current running up his leg, making his whole body shudder.
“Prince Wendy, why aren’t you eating?”
Yekaterina speared a piece of braised meat with her fork, but instead of eating it, she held it in the air, her green eyes moist as she looked at the Prince.
“Is the food not to your taste, or are you feeling unwell?”
“N-No, it’s delicious.”
Wendy replied hoarsely, picking up his knife and trying to cut the chicken on his plate, but his hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold the dish.
He could feel that the pressure from Laxana’s side had also increased.
Miss Ke Cain had clearly noticed Her Majesty’s new offensive.
She glanced under the table, and though she didn’t remove her long boots, her beautiful legs defiantly mimicked the Little Queen’s movements, drawing slow circles on the side of the Prince’s leg with her toes.
Wendy felt like he was about to explode on the spot, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Above the table were gourmet dishes rich in color, aroma, and taste.
Below the table was a vivid battlefield of passion and chaos.
He had to cope with the teasing of two women while maintaining the refined demeanor of a ‘Prince’ on his face.
The dual torment of mind and body made him feel as if his very identity was splitting apart.
No, this couldn’t go on!
He had to do something to regain control!
A wild idea flashed through Wendy’s mind.
Why?
Why should he be a doll tied to a target, passively enduring their unrestrained teasing and testing?
His guilt toward Astreia was real, but so was the fire burning in his body.
The constant struggle between reason and desire nearly tore his nerves apart.
They enjoyed this hunting game, savoring his pain and surrender, playing with him at their whim.
Since there was no more room to retreat, then he wouldn’t retreat any longer.
Wendy’s eyes suddenly sharpened, the painful and conflicted curve of his lips twisted by a suppressed impulse, finally forming a wicked smile completely at odds with his usual ‘fragile prince’ persona.
That smile held a bit of madness, a hint of a hunter finally revealing his fangs.
“You both like to play, huh?”
He whispered softly.
“Then let’s play properly.”
“Clink.”
The Prince gently put down his knife, the silverware clinking crisply against the porcelain plate.
The sound wasn’t loud, but it was like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the ambiguous tension beneath the table.
Yekaterina and Laxana’s movements paused simultaneously.
From that clear sound, both sensed something out of the ordinary.
But before they could react, Wendy moved.
His first target was Miss Ke Cain on the right.
The Prince leaned forward slightly, his right hand flashing under the table to grab the high heel of her long boot—
Then, with a sudden tug, he pulled it off!