Felyn leaned against the wall of the school building, watching the endless stream of students passing by.
The sun hadn’t yet found the person it wanted to see—how could the day end like this?
Everyone passing by wore a different expression on their face.
He didn’t know where they were headed, nor what they would do tonight.
Just as he didn’t know what Viloti planned to have him do tonight.
After a short while, Viloti appeared in his line of sight.
She really stood out too much.
Pink hair was a color that didn’t suit most people, but Viloti seemed to be born for it.
Her small, lovely face matched her long hair perfectly, and her cool amber eyes kept her beauty from looking too ordinary.
She was special—in every possible way.
“Felyn!”
Seeing Felyn’s figure, Viloti hurriedly jogged over.
“Did I keep you waiting long?”
“Not at all. I just got here.”
Viloti pouted and took a step closer to Felyn.
“Felyn, didn’t we agree to speak only the truth?”
Felyn shrugged. Old habits didn’t break that easily.
“Just ten minutes. Not too bad.”
Viloti nodded in satisfaction and walked side by side with Felyn toward the school’s little forest.
Saint Andros Academy was huge. It took them nearly half an hour to find a quiet, scenic spot where no one would bother them.
The last rays of sunset shone through the leaves onto a bench.
The nearby pond mirrored the clouds dyed in the evening light. Fireflies had begun to dance at the water’s edge.
“Felyn, my feet hurt.”
Viloti murmured softly.
She lifted her white high-heeled sandals. Her pink-painted toes curled slightly.
“Can you massage them for me?”
“Viloti, you’re totally doing this on purpose! You ask for a foot massage the moment we sit down? Aren’t you being a bit too eager?”
Felyn felt like he’d skipped the foreplay and jumped straight to the climax, completely unprepared.
“Felyn, you don’t have to squat.”
Viloti tugged lightly on his sleeve, pulling him back up and seating him beside her on the bench.
“I… can I rest my feet on your lap?”
Saying that took everything she had.
She stared intensely at her feet, waiting for Felyn’s response.
“Of course, if you don’t mind.”
Viloti bent down and gently unfastened the strap.
She slowly lifted her right foot—its pale skin glowing in the sunset.
As the strap came undone, her delicate foot slipped free from its constraint, her skin fine and luminous, as though sunlight could pass through.
That foot slowly came to rest atop Felyn’s thigh.
“Which foot should I massage first?”
“E-either is fine.”
Viloti gripped the edge of the bench tightly. This kind of posture made her feel a bit insecure. But since Felyn liked it, she held firm.
Felyn blinked repeatedly. The scene in front of him was almost blinding—he couldn’t act right away.
A beautiful, tender foot belonging to a pure girl was laid bare before him. It looked soft enough to serve on a plate.
He gently touched the top of her foot, and Viloti’s body stiffened, letting out a soft moan.
“V-Viloti… is this okay?”
Honestly, Felyn had no clue where exactly her foot hurt.
“If I don’t know where it hurts… then maybe it all hurts? That must be it, right?”
“Mmm…” Viloti’s voice felt like it was made of pink light.
The sun, having witnessed this scene, finally folded away its last golden rays and retreated behind the horizon.
Felyn’s hand slowly moved along Viloti’s arch, feeling every soft contour.
From time to time, he playfully pinched her toes, making the girl whimper in response.
His hand wandered from her instep to her toes, from her toes to her sole, then up to her ankle.
Before today, Felyn had never understood the so-called foot fetish.
Weren’t toes just like fingers?
Feet weren’t sensory organs. They shouldn’t stir up any desire in the brain.
But Viloti’s feet completely changed his view.
This was a kind of romance that only humans could feel.
Seeing a pair of such exquisite, perfect feet—your mind automatically linked them to the beauty of the whole person, as if by appreciating this one part, you could glimpse the entirety of their perfection.
Just this one pair of feet could bring such a strange, satisfying joy.
They didn’t need to do anything.
The pleasure was purely from the aesthetics and imagination.
And that—was what it meant to be a man!
“Felyn… do you like this?”
Viloti had gradually gotten used to Felyn’s gentle rhythm. She blinked and leaned her upper body against the bench’s armrest.
“It’s okay.”
“Felyn, I want to hear the truth.”
“I like it!”
“I, Felyn, like it!”
“Good…”
Viloti stretched her feet further onto Felyn’s lap, as if to let him work better.
A girl’s thoughts were simple.
Back at Homhot’s Witch of Karine’s Dessert Shop, even in that kind of atmosphere, Felyn still didn’t make a move on her.
That made Viloti worry she wasn’t attractive enough to Felyn.
Even though she was a pretty girl, she had only recently come of age and lacked any real social experience.
It was natural for her to worry about not being good enough, or not being appealing.
“Felyn, what’s your relationship with Adeline?”
Felyn’s hands kept moving.
He was still massaging.
“I’m not in that kind of relationship with Adeline.”
“Do you like her?”
“No.”
Felyn blurted it out.
Adeline was talented and considerate.
She was like an elegant older sister who looked perfect in a dark blue dress.
But that was it.
He and Adeline didn’t belong to the same world. Felyn had never even thought about it that way.
Hearing his words, Viloti let out a quiet sigh of relief in her heart.
Thank goodness.
So Adeline must be the one with a one-sided crush on Felyn.
She probably got angry earlier just because she saw the two of them together.
But it seemed like Adeline hadn’t even realized her own feelings yet.
Someone who doesn’t understand their own heart—wasn’t a threat at all.
As for Zervanie, she hadn’t shown up lately either.
Viloti—victory!
Even though she’d just confessed her feelings to Felyn today.
She wasn’t in a hurry to get a response.
There was still time. After all, Felyn didn’t reject her.
Still… she wanted to know how she stood in Felyn’s heart.
It wasn’t about whether he liked her.
She just wanted to know what she meant to him.
Did she have a place in his heart?
Even if not yet a lover—was there room for her?
Viloti had thought this kind of question would take a long time to answer.
But things always move faster than expected. Before the second Magic Seal match, she would get her answer.
Though the process would be a little painful.
…
After a day filled with tension and surprises, Felyn returned to his home in the Mist District.
He couldn’t even remember how long he’d been massaging Viloti’s feet.
Happy moments always pass quickly.
It was already completely dark outside.
As usual, he changed his shoes at the door and got ready to cook for Lady Daiyi.
But as he entered the dining room, a graceful figure gave him a start.
“I don’t look that bad, do I? Am I really scary enough to startle you?”
Daiyi’s voice floated over, calming Felyn’s nerves.
“Oh, it’s you, Miss Daiyi. I thought someone broke in.”
“She’s been holed up at home for weeks now. Felyn’s just been leaving meals at the door—barely even sees her. She’s like a stranger under the same roof.”
Those calm, rational emerald eyes rested on Felyn. She propped her chin with one hand and gave him a faint smile.
“What’s the matter? Had so much fun with other girls you forgot you already have a girlfriend?”
Daiyi stood up slowly and walked over to him.
“There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”
“As long as it’s your request, I’ll agree to anything.”
Felyn dropped his bag onto the couch, feeling a strange vibe from her smile.
What was this woman plotting now?
Daiyi’s twisted sense of humor had caused him plenty of suffering before.
“I want you to go seduce a beautiful girl. You’ve probably heard of her.”
“Who?”
“The Demon King, Siveshus.”
Felyn froze.
You want me to seduce the Demon King?
“But… isn’t he a guy? And definitely not a beautiful girl.”
“His daughter. The witch, Eitani. I want you to go to the royal capital—and make her yours.”
(End of Chapter)