Shami wore a serious expression.
"Put your foot out, Saili."
The skin on both sides of the Magical Girl’s nose gradually turned rosy.
"Of course. It’s just looking at a foot, it’s not a big deal."
Shami’s expression held a touch of calm amidst seriousness, as if he was accustomed to this.
"Saili, you’ve been with us for so long, are you still not used to this kind of interaction?"
"What kind of interaction is this! You’ve never mentioned it before! Like touching a Demon Envoy’s feet at night?"
The Magical Girl had never heard of such things.
She originally wanted to protest and refuse, but she felt it would make her seem too cowardly, unable to even let the Demon Lord touch her feet; how could she conquer him in the future?
Moreover, Shami had already seen her in a swimsuit when they returned from swimming.
Thinking , there’s no need to hide. Appropriate physical contact is more conducive to stimulating the Demon Lord’s desire.
The Magical Girl found a stone nearby to sit on, smoothing her skirt over her thighs with both hands, she sat down and stretched her long legs out clad in black over-the-knee stockings.
"Do it yourself. Gently."
The Magical Girl crossed her arms, reverting to the aloof demeanor of the usual High Maiden Saintess of Fata.
Shami slowly knelt down, taking off the small delicate black leather boots that reached the Magical Girl’s ankles.
Her small feet were exposed to the night air, the material of the black stockings was quite nice, semi-transparent, allowing a glimpse of the Magical Girl’s fair skin underneath.
Though she pretended not to care, the Magical Girl’s gaze never left Shami’s actions.
To touch the Saintess of Fata’s feet, one must have served tirelessly in a previous life to earn the chance in this one!
Although he’d had immersive experiences with the white-haired one’s feet, pushing memories further back, he’d also touched the flat-headed blonde’s ankles, but this experience was still novel for Shami.
Three food-grade small feet offered three completely different experiences.
The flat-headed blonde’s ankles were small, somewhat childish; the white-haired one’s feet were smooth and cool to the touch; but the Magical Girl’s feet were warm, likely due to the stockings, it felt highly enjoyable to touch.
"Saili, take off the stockings, I’ve already touched the ring you’re wearing on your foot."
Shami’s hand pressed on the Magical Girl’s toes, found the outline of the ring, and looked up.
The Magical Girl pinched the opening of the stockings at her thighs with finger tips, slowly pulling them down, gradually revealing her snow-white slender legs.
At this moment, Shami was surprised to find a black band-style leg ring in the middle of the Magical Girl’s rounded thighs.
"Saili, something strange appeared on your leg."
Shami couldn’t help but look at the Magical Girl’s face.
"Oh, that, it’s been there all along, it’s a storage leg ring, haven’t I told you?"
The Magical Girl confidently looked at Shami.
"I mentioned twice that the drinking water leak incidents were due to storage leg ring malfunctions."
Shami fell into silence.
"It’s too late to add this setting now! You didn’t have anything on your thighs back then! Don’t think a month apart lets you modify my memory out of thin air!"
The Magical Girl flashed a disappointed look across her face but soon returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
"Focus on what’s in front of you! Let bygones be bygones."
Once the stockings reached the middle of her calves, the Magical Girl handed the task over to Shami.
Shami gently touched the Magical Girl’s skin, slowly removed the two socks.
At the moment the black socks left her toes, it created an unrivaled visual pleasure.
That’s probably what the Rolling Stone Spirit King felt like when it hit gold.
Shami shook his head, snapped back from a bunch of strange images, and slowly took the ring off the Magical Girl’s lotus-like toes.
The Magical Girl softly whimpered.
"Ouch, it’s tight, Saili..."
The Magical Girl frowned.
What a terrible line!
"Sorry, it’s my first time, I lack experience."
"It’s just taking off a ring, don’t make it sound so crude!"
"Actually, thinking carefully, combining a ring with toes kind of creates the most erotic existence, right! A ring in an unexpected place, like lingerie beneath a Magical Girl’s robe, it’s thrilling."
"No new thing has emerged! Don’t casually insult the Magical Girl!"
The Magical Girl’s cheeks turned red, her right foot withdrew from Shami’s palm, lifted up, her clean sole lightly landed on Shami’s face.
When she put it on back then, it seemed normal enough, didn’t expect Shami to personally take it off one day.
[Demon Lord’s face was attacked, HP -1]
The Magical Girl bit her lip, internally satisfied.
The plot from the little book she found in the library appearing in reality felt unexpectedly exhilarating!
Shami grabbed hold of her ankle with one hand, moving the Magical Girl’s foot aside.
Firstly, he’s not a foot fetishist.
Secondly, he’s not a masochist.
Furthermore, he genuinely dislikes being treated like that, having his face stepped on as the Demon Lord; where’s his dignity!
Lastly, it might hurt a bit, but it feels quite good.
As a leader, one must have a forgiving spirit, excusing subordinates’ appropriate mistakes to promote their better development.
Shami chose to forgive the Magical Girl.
This time, Shami lightened his touch, eventually succeeded.