Chapter 108 Mental Workout…Ashamed? Not at all! - III

Chapter 108 Mental Workout...Ashamed? Not at all! - III

"I... I didn't—Mmph!" The girl suddenly shuddered visibly, startling Lovi.

"...I'm fine, no need to help—!"

Lovi watched as Seraphina bit her lip, refusing to make a sound. She sighed inwardly at Seraphina's stubbornness, then gently said, "We all have been trained in massage therapy. We can assist you."

"My... my calf."

It seemed that Seraphina, unable to bear the pain any longer, spoke with a sob in her voice, "Only the calf... Hurry!"

She carefully lifted a small part of her trench coat, revealing a slender, fair leg covered in sweat.

Lovi observed the clearly defined muscle lines on the smooth leg, which showed no signs of cramping. After a moment of silence, she placed her hand on it and began to knead gently.

There was no... cramp?

The maid glanced at Seraphina's expression without changing her own, only to find that the pain on Seraphina's face had indeed eased a lot. For a moment, she doubted her own massage skills.

While Lovi was massaging Seraphina, Ansel watched the ring on Seraphina's hand and chuckled to himself: n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

["Seraphina, unbutton the top three buttons of your trench coat."]

The girl who needed Ansel's support to stand steady turned her head abruptly, looking at him in disbelief.

["Do I need to do it myself?" ]Ansel threatened, smiling on the surface but not saying a word.

"..."

Seraphina blushed, staring at Ansel with a look that suggested she would love to strip him naked on the spot and die with him. However, she unbuttoned the tightly fastened buttons on her trench coat, one by one.

She wanted to resist Ansel, but she couldn't, neither mentally nor physically.

Because this time, Ansel had tied that collar... around the top of her thigh.

"Miss Seraphina, do you feel better now?"

"Good afternoon, Eula."

Ansel greeted Miss Leclerc, the pianist, with a smile, "How was the morning performance?"

"It concluded successfully." Compared to a young girl like Seraphina, Eula, who had been perfectly cultivated by Ansel, possessed a captivating mature charm. She covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes sparkling as she said to Ansel:

"It's all thanks to your... 'insightful guidance'."

The woman's rosy tongue quietly peeked out from her lips, lightly licking her pinky finger.

Seraphina, who had just recovered from an overload mode, didn't notice Eula's subtle action. She merely began to worry, fretting over what tricks Ansel might play next.

And within this worry, there seemed to be a mix of... indescribable emotions.

"That's simply your talent," Ansel responded, "And...as you are now, should be qualified to go to the Royal Theatre in the capital. Do you still want to stay by my side?"

Eula didn't utter something like "Being by your side is more important than anything else," but instead, she curved her eyes and smiled, "Master, you will eventually leave the Red Frost territory, and I'm not in a hurry to prove myself with the Royal Theatre."

"Master, you will have a day when you go to the capital. At that time, on your journey... you will always need a skilled pianist to entertain you, won't you?"

"If that's what you think, I have no objections."

The two conversed merrily, while Seraphina on the side, naturally felt left out.

This feeling of being sidelined made her clench her legs impatiently, subtly nudging Ansel.

Yet Ansel, seemingly oblivious, continued his conversation with Eula, acting as if Seraphina didn't exist.

How could she, who had made that pact with Ansel, tolerate his current disregard? The young girl was both anxious and angry, but couldn't express anything.

Damn it, damn it, damn it... Ansel is definitely doing this on purpose! Flirting with Sister Eula, he must think I can't see! This lecher, he must have done something to Sister Eula!

Seraphina, who could only watch Ansel and Eula chat happily, became increasingly frantic, even to the point of having a wildly crazy thought—

[Chat more, chat more! If you chat more, I... I will rip off my clothes! Scare you to death, no one will chat!]

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