“Ah!”
A startled cry tore through the tension under the table.
Laxana felt a sudden grip on her ankle, a rough force that made her lose balance and fall backward.
Her white long boot was ripped off and tumbled aside.
Then came another muffled gasp.
“Mm… “
The little Queen at the main seat wasn’t spared either.
Her fishnet stocking-clad foot, which had just been causing mischief, was grabbed, and she slid off her chair, long hair flying, composure lost.
She landed beside Laxana, forming a pair of sisters-in-distress.
Two noble women, who just moments ago had been battling fiercely beneath the dining table, now looked like overturned little turtles, sitting awkwardly on the floor, skirts in disarray, their legs—some wrapped in fishnet stockings, some smooth as jade—exposed.
The scene was unspeakably awkward.
“Wendy! Are you out of your mind!”
Laxana was both shocked and furious, clutching her bruised backside.
She immediately glared at the culprit, disbelief written in her violet eyes.
Yekaterina was even more stunned, her emerald eyes widening at the sudden turn of events, staring fixedly at the man still calmly seated in his chair.
Above the dining table, delicacies still steamed.
Below, the kingdom’s two most noble women sat on the ground in humiliation.
Their slender, beautiful ankles were gripped by the very Prince they had just been toying with.
At that moment, the roles of hunter and prey were violently reversed.
“Mad?”
Wendy lowered his head, deep blue bangs shadowing his eyes so only a wicked smile could be seen at the corner of his lips.
“Your Highnesses, wasn’t it you who started the Game?”
He spoke as he pulled the women’s legs closer to himself, forcing their bodies lower and into an even more humiliating posture.
“What’s wrong? Only you can play, but I can’t join?”
Before he finished speaking, his grip on their ankles tightened.
“You… let go!”
Laxana instinctively tried to struggle, but Wendy’s hand was like an iron clamp, rendering her immobile.
The overwhelming sense of being subdued brought her unprecedented shame, anger—and a faint, shameful excitement.
Wendy let out a soft laugh, his gaze falling on the foot stripped of its long boot, left only in a thin, white stocking.
Without the boot’s restraint, the perfect arch and glistening toes curled slightly with their owner’s tension.
The Prince’s thumb lightly and slowly traced the sole.
Then, with Empathy, he found the most sensitive spot—and struck mercilessly!
“Ugh…!”
Laxana shuddered violently, a shock of tingling pleasure shooting from her sole straight to her brain, forcing a suppressed moan from her lips.
What is this feeling?!
The Lady of the Ke Cain Family’s face turned crimson, the flush of humiliation deepening into something more alluring.
Her violet eyes instantly brimmed with tears, and the playfulness in her glare toward Wendy morphed into panic and helplessness.
The magic she prided herself on was utterly useless against such humiliating contact!
On the other side, Yekaterina was faring no better.
She watched as Laxana transformed from a clawing wildcat into a limp kitten in Wendy’s hands, alarm bells blaring in her mind.
But before she could formulate a plan, the hand that held her fate began to move as well.
Unlike Laxana’s smooth skin, the rough fishnet created a completely different sensation.
Wendy seemed to be playing a delicate harp, his fingertips pressing and sliding across each mesh, each movement igniting tiny flames along her nerves.
“Wendy… Your Highness…”
The little Queen’s voice trembled and grew hoarse, as she tried to mask her inner panic with her usual authority.
“Think carefully… about what you’re doing!”
“Of course I know.”
Wendy’s smile grew even more wanton as his fingers trailed up the elegant curve, stopping at the still-curled toes.
Unlike with Laxana, he didn’t scratch the sole directly.
Instead, he pressed and pinched each round, adorable toe through the fishnet, just firmly enough to torment.
“!!!”
Yekaterina sucked in a sharp breath, her body going limp.
This sensation was even more torturous than direct tickling—a prickling, numbing feeling, both itchy and painful, as if countless ants were crawling through her bones.
She wanted to scold him, to command him to stop, but the only sound that escaped was a sweet, unfamiliar moan.
“Ah…!”
As it slipped out, Yekaterina’s eyes brimmed with tears.
Shame!
Unbearable shame flooded the young Queen.
She never imagined she’d be so undone—especially not before the man she’d always tried to control.
Wendy watched as the women’s expressions shifted from shock and anger to humiliation and dazed confusion, and the suffocating gloom in his chest vanished.
He leaned down, close to Yekaterina’s ear, and whispered softly, so only the two of them could hear:
“Your Majesty the Queen, now… is this Game still fun?”
The warm breath on her ear made Yekaterina shudder again.
She bit her lip to stifle a more shameful sound, glaring at him with teary, resentful, and faintly excited eyes.
Seeing the women completely drained of resistance, Wendy’s wicked urge burned to its peak.
He was just about to take the next step and end this ‘war’—
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Three crisp, rhythmic knocks slammed like hammers into their hearts.
The sultry heat of the Bedroom shattered instantly with the sudden sound.
Wendy froze, the evil smile on his face turning rigid.
Laxana and Yekaterina, slumped on the floor, jolted back to clarity, their dazed gazes flipping to terror.
Someone’s coming!
“Guards, is Her Majesty the Queen inside?”
A cold, composed female voice sounded from outside the door.
It was General Hanla George!
Wendy instinctively let go, but Laxana and Yekaterina were already so frightened they didn’t notice.
Outside, the Guards answered respectfully:
“Reporting to the General, Her Majesty the Queen, Prince, and Miss Klein are inside, having the Evening Banquet.”
“Understood.”
General Sera’s voice was emotionless.
“I have urgent military matters—inform them immediately.”
Boom!
The three went blank.
They instinctively glanced around.
A disheveled Lady of the Klein Family, one high-heeled boot missing, slumped on the floor.
A Queen of Valoran with a torn skirt and fishnet stockings, also sprawled on the ground.
And a Prince with the Black Heart, clutching both of their ‘fragile’ forms.
Wendy looked at the ‘evidence’ in his hand, then at the ‘crime scene’ on the floor, a chill racing up his spine.
If that door even cracked open—
It would all be over!