Movira noticed the jam that had “accidentally” gotten on Seraphina’s cheek and therefore said with deliberate surprise:
“Oh my, there’s a bit of jam here.”
“Where?” Seraphina raised a hand, wanting to wipe it away.
“Wait, you won’t find it. Let me help you.” Movira stopped her movement, then slowly stretched out her own hand, but it was also stained with some glistening jam and oil.
“Looks like… my hands aren’t convenient either.”
“No need, I’ll do it myse—” The sentence slipped out of Seraphina’s mouth, and then she thought to herself, Not good!
“Hey! You said the word ‘no,’ violating the rules! A tiny little punishment is needed, right?” A sharp glint flashed in Movira’s eyes, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.
“I… I didn’t mean that! I was saying…” Seraphina wanted to explain, but it was already too late.
Movira gave her no chance.
Taking advantage of the moment Seraphina was panicking, she quickly lowered her head.
A soft, warm sensation imprinted itself on Seraphina’s face without any warning!
Movira had actually used her tongue… to lick away that bit of jam.
The touch came and went in an instant, yet it left behind an extremely clear and scorching sensation.
Seraphina was completely thrown off balance by this scene; it was a hundred times more shocking and shameful than all the previous actions!
Movira straightened up and looked at Seraphina’s thoroughly petrified appearance.
As if savoring the taste, she licked over her own lips and laughed in a low voice:
“Mm… it really is sweet.”
That sentence was like the final straw that completely crushed Seraphina’s spirit.
“Ah—!” She let out a short “explosive cry,” used up all the strength in her body to spring up from Movira’s lap, and retreated several steps in succession until she was pressed against the wall.
She cupped her own cheeks with both hands, only feeling that they were extremely hot, especially the place that had just been “attacked,” even more so!
“You! …You bastard!” She pointed at Movira, her finger trembling, and shouted loudly in grievance and embarrassed anger:
“What kind of punishment is this?! This… this is too much! Indecent! Shameless!”
Movira still sat there, looking at Seraphina’s fluffed-up appearance that had entered “spiky-backed dragon” mode like a little cat, the smile on her face growing ever more delighted.
She stood up and slowly approached Seraphina.
“Rules are rules. After all, you did that kind of thing to me last night… Don’t tell me I still have to play it back for you to see?”
“Play it back for me to see…” For a moment Seraphina still hadn’t reacted. How could something that had already happened still—
Then she suddenly thought of the time she had gotten drunk before.
“You! You recorded it again?! When?!”
Originally Seraphina had wanted to record something, yet in the end she had been the one…
Movira did not answer that question of hers and instead further dragged out her tone.
Seraphina only felt that the other’s narrowed eyes were especially dangerous!
“Insulting the ‘referee’ will only add to the crime… Looks like you need an even more profound ‘education.’”
Her figure approached step by step, scaring Seraphina out of her wits; she turned and wanted to flee toward the door.
But how could she slip away right under Movira’s nose?
A dark shadow flashed, and the door had already been locked.
The next second, Seraphina’s wrist was seized, and a tremendous force pulled her back, returning her once more into that dangerous embrace.
“Yah—! I… I don’t want it anymore… I don’t want…”
Even though Seraphina was shaking her head like a rattle-drum, Movira still showed no intention of stopping and instead said:
“You said two more ‘no’s. You’ll have to accept a little punishment!”
“Wait! Who taught you all of this? The Movira from before wasn’t like this… mmph…”
“I really can’t eat any more… don’t…”
Under Movira’s continuous feeding, Seraphina felt herself being stuffed with far more food than her usual appetite.
Her lower abdomen gradually bulged, stretching her uncomfortably.
In the end, only after her almost tearful pleas did Movira reluctantly release her and “free” her from her arms.
The moment she gained freedom, Seraphina was afraid Movira would go back on her word.
She didn’t even dare take a single look, lowered her head, and rapidly charged out of the place.
Coming into the corridor outside, the icy air enveloped her, yet it could not blow away the restlessness inside her body or the flush on her face at all.
She leaned against the stone wall, breathing rapidly, her mind uncontrollably replaying the scenes from breakfast over and over again…
Every single image made her so ashamed that her toes curled, and she wished she could immediately pass out.
But this was only the beginning!
There were still two and a half days left in the future!
The moment she thought of this, a sense of despair rose in Seraphina.
If she had known earlier… if she had known earlier she would rather have chosen that other one… Although it would have hurt a bit, at least it would have been clean and straightforward, not like now where at any time and any place Movira might, in the name of the “rules,” carry out “punishments” that she could not refuse.
Regret it now? That was definitely not possible!
With Movira’s personality, she would definitely punish her even more intensely.
Just thinking about it made her scalp tingle.
The gap between people was not just a little bit!
She truly no longer had the courage to test Movira’s bottom line again.
She stayed in the cold corridor for a good while until she had more or less recovered to normal.
Only then did Seraphina adjust her breathing and the clothes on her body, maintain her composure, and walk toward the study.
Inside the study, Lina was already seated in front of the desk.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Lina looked up and saw Seraphina; her gaze immediately became a little subtle.
Especially the residual flush still remaining on Seraphina’s cheeks, and that somewhat unnatural gait.
After that extremely impactful scene at breakfast, the way Lina looked at Seraphina had quietly changed.
She even began pondering in her heart some new, more fitting forms of address for the future—
For example, calling her “Demon Queen Consort” Highness?
But no matter what, at least Movira was no longer the blockhead who needed her to apply pressure.
Seraphina walked up to the distracted Lina, lightly coughed once, breaking the awkward atmosphere that filled the air and also pulling Lina’s thoughts back.
She sat down beside her own desk and then said to Lina, deliberately avoiding her gaze: “Lina, it’s just the two of us here now. About those matters… whether you want to talk about them or not, I support you. I’m listening.”
“Mm… alright.” Lina hurriedly pulled her thoughts back to the main matter and set down the affairs in her hands.
The moment she thought of those past events, her mood also became a little low.
“I… am indeed the princess of Debisge… My true name isn’t Lina either, but Ira.”
Seraphina had guessed some of this identity before, yet when Lina personally admitted it, it still left her a little surprised.
“Alright… I understand. Then from now on, should I call you Lina or…”
“I don’t know either…”
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