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Asher felt his breathing accelerate to a degree that made him feel a little nauseous. Artoria's soaked white stockings clung tightly to her slender legs. When his fingers touched Artoria's thighs, encased in white stockings, Asher's heart was beating so fast it felt like it might burst out at any moment.
As the white stockings were slowly peeled away by Asher's careful movements, a pair of smooth, fair thighs, slightly damp, appeared before him. The room's lighting was somewhat warm-toned. Asher sat on a chair by the bed, the chair's height significantly lower than the bed.
Artoria sat at the head of the bed directly opposite Asher, slightly lowering her head, silently gazing at him.
The person who usually treated her like she was invisible now completely couldn't ignore her anymore.
What was this feeling right now? She looked at Asher's face, feeling the slight tremor in the hand placed on her thigh, and sensing the clear wavering in those usually calm, dark eyes.
Evidently, Asher was very nervous right now. Teasing him like this, I feel a bit sorry for him. Artoria couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
But then, thinking that Asher had become like this because of her, a feeling of elation inexplicably surged from within her. Watching him lower his head and slowly pull off the soaked white stockings from her thighs, and then carefully remove her shoes, a trace of pleasure, even she didn't realize, flashed in Artoria's eyes.
Is this the interesting reaction Royal Sister and Scathach mentioned? It really is quite interesting, this feeling.
"Whew, done." When Asher took off the shoes and removed the stockings, he casually placed the stockings aside, then wiped a cold sweat from his brow. For some reason, he felt even more tired than after sparring with Shishou.
Although the feel of her thighs and stockings was wonderful, Lily was clearly staring at him the whole time, probably testing his character. Thankfully, the events of the previous night had put him in "saint mode."
Even though he had recovered by today, he wouldn't be uncontrollably tempted to make a move or anything.
In any case, Lily's test for him should be complete now, right? Such a difficult task, perhaps only I could accomplish it. Most people would probably have given up halfway. Asher couldn't help but think.
As Asher's words fell, Artoria was visibly stunned for a moment. Although she didn't know much about unhealthy things, she knew it definitely wouldn't end so quickly.
After all, what Royal Sister did with Ash in the enclosed room that night was far more than just that.
"Alright, Lily, hurry up and change your clothes so you don't catch a cold," Asher said, turning his back. "Don't worry, I definitely won't peek." "Or should I wait for you outside?" he asked, looking back. Artoria silently gazed into Asher's eyes. Although she could sense his gaze occasionally sneaking towards her smooth thighs, he never made any further moves.
"Wait here, it's fine." Artoria's delicate white feet stepped on the soft floor as she walked towards the wardrobe behind her. When she reached the wardrobe, she looked back again. Asher was indeed facing away from her, seemingly having no intention of peeking.
She picked out a pure white long dress from the wardrobe, then began to take off her clothes. Asher could clearly hear the friction sound of clothes and skin. The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet room, as if teasing one's nerves. Several times, he couldn't resist the urge to turn around and peek, but considering that turning around might result in a direct hit from Rhongomyniad, he endured.
But this whole thing today was also quite strange... He had never felt Lily had any emotional troubles before, yet she suddenly asked him to help her take off her stockings. Someone with weak willpower would probably have given in long ago. He really couldn't figure out what Lily was thinking. And that fish soup that night
Asher thought of this, then fell silent for a moment, before speaking: "By the way, Lily, that fish soup the night before last..." The sound of clothes changing in the room suddenly paused.
"Never mind, it's nothing," Asher said. Artoria put on the pure white long dress, her expression largely unchanged.
She silently gazed at Asher, her head slightly lowered, a shadow perfectly covering her face.
"You want to ask why I put medicine in that fish soup, don't you?" Artoria asked.
"Yes..." Asher was still facing away from Artoria.
"You really don't know my purpose?" she asked.
"To be honest... I don't understand." Asher scratched his forehead and continued. "If you had other motives, you wouldn't have used an aphrodisiac that only works on females from the start, so I truly can't guess your intentions."
"Didn't you ever suspect I made a mistake?" Artoria's tone was faint.
"How could that be? I think I told you the effects of those magic potions that night, right? You're not stupid; you couldn't possibly have forgotten even that much," Asher shook his head.
Artoria: "..."
She naturally remembered the effects of those magic potions, but Asher had said both bottles had aphrodisiac effects, but he hadn't mentioned at the time that they were divided into male and female. He probably didn't even remember if he had said it or not, right?
"Do you really want to know the reason?" Artoria's eyes flickered with an unusual light. "Why I put medicine in it, and specifically medicine for females." Asher nodded.
"Turn around," she suddenly said. Asher hesitated.
"Turn around," she said again. At this moment, it was as if she was King Arthur, and the king's authority made Asher subconsciously turn his head. The pure white Knight Princess entered his vision: a delicate face, smooth golden hair gently resting on her shoulder, Asher's reflection in her emerald pupils.
Her skin beneath the white dress seemed to glow with a delicate, snowy whiteness, and her tempting collarbones and exposed fragrant shoulders made it impossible to look away.
But what truly captivated Asher were her eyes. Those firm eyes, as if she had made up her mind, deeply attracted Asher's gaze. Asher felt that this steadfastness was one of the reasons she was attractive. Their gazes met. At this moment, an indescribable atmosphere quietly permeated the air.
Artoria slowly spoke: "I just didn't know that those two magic potions were divided into male and female." Asher was startled, silently looking at her. Then, he suddenly burst out laughing.
Artoria, who had just made up her mind to continue speaking, slightly puffed out her cheeks, seemingly annoyed by Asher's action. "Sorry... you go on, go on..."
Asher finally managed to compose himself and gestured for Artoria to continue.
"I had originally intended to prepare a magic potion for males," she continued. Asher froze, his earlier smile instantly solidifying.
So, Lily had originally intended...
Artoria walked up to Asher. She was standing, while Asher was still seated in the chair.
"Look up," she said. Asher subconsciously looked up.
"Close your eyes," she continued.
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