"No. It’s a magic array. And there’s another person whose magic array appears on her abdomen, that’s more like a ○ mark."
"No matter how you argue, it’s useless! Having a friend with a similar ○ mark doesn’t change my mood, you know!"
"Alright, Saili, since you’re a magical girl troubled by flower-picking, you’ll have to resolve your special predicament in a special way."
"There’s absolutely no reasoning here!"
Shami ignores the magical girl’s protest.
"I’m going to familiarize myself with your magic array now."
"Wait, wait a minute!"
Just as the magical girl opens her mouth, Shami’s hand already reaches for her thigh, the smooth and delicate skin delivering an incredibly soft sensation.
At the same time, the sensitive skin on the inner thigh sends a tingling numbness to the magical girl’s nerves.
Oh, oh, it tickles...
The magical girl suddenly feels weak all over, a desire to pick flowers gradually rising in her abdomen, her body turning hot. She quickly bites her lip, her delicate lotus-like toes clenching tightly.
Affected, the magic, magic power starts to flow strangely within her.
She endured for a moment.
"Are you finished familiarizing?"
Shami continues to caress the magic array, feeling a little guilty, as his focus was entirely on the sensation earlier, not getting a chance to study it.
"You were just simply touching my leg, weren’t you?"
The magical girl becomes furious.
She’s entirely being taken advantage of by the Demon King! She had imagined such a scenario might occur, but her fantasy was of Shami begging her to let him lick her feet!
This complete loss of control, even being played with like a doll by Shami, brings great embarrassment to the magical girl, making her face turn red with anger as the effect of the curse seal gradually dissipates. She swiftly lifts her foot, placing her sole against Shami’s chest, pushing him away quickly.
"Enough, enough. Let’s stop here for today..."
Shami is unwilling, his hand slowly catches the magical girl’s ankle.
"Saili, I accidentally made a mistake earlier that might help you recover. I’ll take responsibility and seriously cure your flower-picking syndrome."
"Does my constitution have a special illness name now? Don’t make decisions on your own! I’ve let you touch this long, that’s enough!"
Having her ankle touched, the magical girl lets out a small yelp, retaining her cool demeanor, but the twenty-year-old Saintess of Fata is internally just a young girl.
Today’s interaction with Shami has already gone quite overboard.
"If you keep touching, I’ll go down the same path with you, the incorrigible Demon King pervert..."
The magical girl’s voice turns soft again, wanting to pick flowers once more, hastily starting to chant ice magic.
Seeing this, Shami quickly releases his hold and backs away.
"Good night, Saili-chan."
After scaring away Shami, the room is left with only the magical girl, who breathes heavily, gradually calming her inner emotions.
Though unclear why Shami claims he made a mistake, his handprints left on her thigh and foot make it hard for the magical girl to calm down immediately.
No matter the case, she must go pick flowers.
Back in her own room.
Too lazy to turn on the light.
Shami arrives at his bedside, contemplating the magical girl’s flower-picking syndrome as he lies down.
"You have Saili and Lina’s scent on you, you rascal."
Suddenly, a girl slowly crawls onto Shami’s body from beneath the covers.
Golden hair falls down her cheek, landing near Shami’s ear. The elf maiden props her hands on each side of Shami’s shoulders, her eyes fixed on him.
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