Seraphina was both angry and mortified, yet she didn’t even have the strength to lift a hand.
She could only lean weakly against the “culprit” behind her, breathing lightly.
The sudden softness of the body in her arms made Movira discover an interesting new continent.
She laughed out loud:
“It seems… Seraphina’s body is quite sensitive.”
“You! You’re not allowed to laugh!” Seraphina wanted to reach up and cover Movira’s mouth, but the other woman simply tilted her head and dodged it.
Movira looked at Seraphina’s puffed-up expression and not only refused to hold back, but let low laughter keep spilling from her throat, sounding especially clear in the quiet study.
Her arms remained firmly wrapped around Seraphina’s waist, preventing her from sliding down because of the earlier sensitive reaction.
Seraphina panted, so anxious she began accusing her, purple eyes glistening with moisture: “You… did you use some strange magic on me?!”
“Magic?” Movira blinked with genuine innocence, yet her fingertips quietly inched closer to that sensitive spot from before…
“Not at all. I didn’t do anything. It’s clearly Seraphina’s body that’s too honest, too sensitive. Especially… right here!”
Before the words finished, her mischievous fingers brushed against it again.
“Ya—! Don’t!”
Just as expected, Seraphina’s body jerked hard the same way as before.
Her entire upper body nearly arched backward, yet she was locked tightly in Movira’s arms.
Seraphina let out another short cry, then bit down hard on her lower lip, tears welling at the corners of her eyes.
She was helpless, able only to lean softly against Movira, even her fingertips trembling.
With a tearful voice as thin as a mosquito’s buzz, she truly couldn’t endure this kind of stimulation any longer and could only soften her stance, softly begging: “…No more… please don’t do that anymore, I’m begging you…”
She didn’t understand why such a small movement could make her body react so violently, far beyond expectation, leaving her with zero strength to resist!
The soft, pleading appearance satisfied whatever teasing urge Movira still had.
She finally withdrew the mischievous hand and instead gently patted Seraphina’s back. “Alright, alright, I won’t do it anymore. Look at how little capacity you have.”
She lowered her head and rubbed the tip of her nose against Seraphina’s reddened ear tip, speaking with clear implication: “If you’re this fragile to the touch, what are we going to do later?”
“Later?! What… what do you mean by that?!”
Seraphina couldn’t believe her own ears.
What did Movira mean?
Could it be… there would be a next time?!
This kind of “torment” that made her entire body go inexplicably soft and left her completely unable to fight back… there would still be a later?
Movira looked at Seraphina’s eyes, which had instantly gone round with shock and shame, and laughed softly again:
“What bad things are you thinking again? I only meant that when I take care of you later, it seems I’ll have to be more careful, or a certain little one will keep going soft and unable to stand steady.”
“Who… who told you to always speak only halfway! And who needs you to keep taking care of them anyway!”
Seraphina tried to use a fierce tone to cover the panic inside, but her expression and trembling voice still gave her away.
In her heart she furiously began a chain of self-criticism:
Having a reaction… so embarrassing! Having a reaction… so embarrassing! Really so spineless! Why does that place… have to be so spineless!
Meanwhile Movira was thinking why she hadn’t noticed this before when doing more excessive things.
Maybe my attention was all elsewhere. I’ll have to carefully explore later whether other places are this sensitive too.
After that the two of them continued fooling around in the study… or rather, Movira unilaterally teased Seraphina for quite a while.
Only when lunchtime approached did Seraphina finally manage to struggle free a little from that shameful and powerless state.
Yet her body seemed to have already faintly grown used to the sensation of being held in Movira’s arms; the strength of her struggles unconsciously lessened a bit.
At certain moments she would even suddenly give birth to a terrifying thought: This… seems barely acceptable.
At lunch, Lina and Ailinuo were invited over once again.
As expected, Seraphina once more “actively” sat on Movira’s lap in front of the two of them, just like a doll.
She would still blush because of Movira’s intimate gestures, but that strong resistance had weakened just a little.
Movira, on the other hand, was in an excellent mood.
Toward the end she even picked Seraphina up in a princess carry right in front of the other two, completely naturally.
“What are you doing!” Seraphina cried out in surprise, her arms instinctively wrapping around Movira’s neck.
“Going back to rest.” Movira said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, carrying her toward the bedroom.
That posture looked exactly like they were about to enter the bridal chamber, making Lina silently avert her eyes while Ailinuo watched with burning cheeks and shining eyes.
Seraphina struggled symbolically a few times, but her voice had no real strength. “Put me down… I can walk by myself…”
“Be good, don’t move. We’ll be there soon.” Movira lowered her head and spoke by her ear in a voice only the two of them could hear. “Or would you rather I use another method to make you quiet?”
Although she didn’t know what that other method specifically was, this one line indeed made Seraphina fall silent at once.
She buried her face in Movira’s chest and resigned herself to staying still.
Back in the bedroom, Movira set her down on the soft large bed. “You can let go of my neck now. If you want to keep holding on like this, I’m more than happy.”
Seraphina’s eyes snapped open.
She immediately rolled to the side, hurriedly wrapped herself in the blanket until only a pair of eyes showed, and demanded:
“What exactly are you trying to do?!”
Movira leisurely lay down beside her, propping her head up with one hand. “Nothing. Since we’re not handling official business this afternoon, just stay here. Lie around for the whole afternoon! I’ll have dinner brought up, then when night comes we sleep!”
“Stay here the whole time?” Seraphina was almost laughing from anger. “You’re the Demon King! Spending a whole afternoon lying around doing nothing—don’t you find that boring?!”
Movira reached out and hauled Seraphina, blanket and all, into her arms. “As long as you’re here, I don’t find it boring.”
“I… I find it boring!”
“Boring? Then let’s do something interesting… for example, let me take a look at those three books too? I remember you learned a lot of not-so-good things from them. How about I correct them for you?”
“Look at the books?!” Seraphina instantly recalled the contents that made one’s face burn, and her voice cracked.
Rather than flip through those books in front of Movira and die of social embarrassment, she would much rather just lie there.
“Th-then let’s just lie here! I think lying here is perfectly fine!”