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With Morgan's comfort, Asher's mental pressure considerably lessened. He picked up the half-broken staff, trying to recall that peculiar sensation of absorbing the tree branch earlier. Although Asher knew that Scathach breaking the weapon and giving it to him was an unchangeable fact, at least he wouldn't feel the same way as before, thinking that if he failed, he would have wasted his Shishou's expectations. Because this weapon was just something Scathach had discarded... Even if that wasn't the case, it would at least bring Asher some comfort if he failed.
Thinking of this, Asher couldn't help but glance at Morgan Le Fay beside him again. Morgan was leaning against the headboard, legs crossed, a pair of fair, tender thighs faintly visible beneath her skirt, seemingly completely unconcerned about exposure. She was just looking at the ceiling, thinking about something.
Recalling Morgan's earlier soft whispers and the soft touch of her full chest against his arm, Asher's heart fluttered. Sister Morgan is truly gentle.
"What is it?" Morgan noticed Asher's gaze, raised her eyes, and asked.
"No, nothing." Asher shook his head and cleared his throat softly. "Thank you just now."
"No need to thank me. Just relax," Morgan said flatly.
"Mm..." Asher nodded, about to look away, but at this moment, Morgan let out a small yawn, and her high-heeled sandals, covering her delicate feet, rested on Asher's thigh. "Help me take off my shoes."
"You can do that yourself, can't you?" Asher's gaze drifted. "My top priority right now is to absorb the magic within this, I don't have time to waste here." Of course, this was just Asher's excuse. He just felt a little embarrassed and wanted to "struggle" a bit. Hmm... if I were to rephrase it in a cruder way, it's probably like wanting to be pleasured but fearing the pain, so struggling to show that I tried my best, but it was utterly helpless.
"Not much time...?" Morgan narrowed her eyes, staring at Asher, but quickly returned to her previous languid state. "Sister is sleepy now, too lazy to move," she said, yawning again, seemingly genuinely tired.
"Does the Goddess of Death get sleepy at night too?" Asher muttered.
"Can't gods rest?" Morgan looked at Asher, her eyes showing a hint of resentment. "Are you looking down on your sister, refusing even to help her take off her sandals?" "Didn't you want to thank me for comforting you just now? Then consider this your thanks, won't that be fine?" Morgan said softly, looking at the still-hesitant Asher.
This time, Asher finally stopped hesitating. His fingers touched Morgan's slender, smooth, fair foot, slowly removing the sandal from her left foot. Perhaps because of the touch of an unfamiliar hand, her nimble, pale toes curled slightly, looking incredibly enticing. Asher couldn't resist gently kneading it for a moment.
"Mmm~" Morgan couldn't help but let out a seductive, suppressed sound.
"That tickles a bit," she said softly, raising her alluring, moist eyes.
"Sorry," Asher finally snapped out of it, looking at his hand that was playing with Morgan's left foot, and quickly let go. Alright... Asher had to admit, this woman was truly alluring, to the point where he felt lightheaded now. In fact, with Morgan Le Fay's charm, she didn't need to create any aphrodisiacs; her enticing body would probably be much more effective.
"Are you a foot fetishist?" Morgan couldn't help but chuckle, seeing Asher staring intently at her feet, and asked.
"No," Asher shook his head.
"The truth?" Morgan asked.
"...It feels quite cute," Asher honestly chose to tell the
truth.
"Do you like it?" Morgan asked again.
"It's... it's okay," Asher played coy.
"It's okay, is it?" Morgan looked at Asher with a half-smile, watching him reach for her other foot. She gently kicked Asher's outstretched hand, moving her delicate foot from his thigh. "I'll take off the other sandal myself. You just keep busy with your own affairs," she
said faintly.
This definitely has to be on purpose?! Asher grumbled fiercely in his mind. Doesn't she know I have OCD?! Only taking off one shoe makes me feel incredibly uncomfortable, because it's too asymmetrical! How can you only take off one shoe?
...Alright, to be honest, he was just simply not satisfied. But since she had said that much, Asher could only refocus his attention on the staff. Otherwise, what else could he do? He couldn't possibly force himself on her, could he?
Morgan watched Asher, who had finally refocused his attention on the staff. She withdrew her gaze, lay down on the bed, then boredly yawned. "It seems you still haven't found the correct absorption method?" A few minutes later, she looked at Asher, whose gaze was somewhat unfocused, and asked languidly.
Asher nodded gently, saying with some regret, "If only I could find that feeling of absorbing the tree branch again."
"No rush, take your time. You don't necessarily have to absorb it completely in one day" Morgan's voice suddenly paused as she saw Asher gnaw on the staff with his teeth.
"What are you doing...?" Morgan was uncharacteristically speechless and also wanted to laugh a little. "Do you think gnawing on this thing will help?"
"Just wanted to vent some frustration," Asher put down the staff. There wasn't even a single tooth mark on it. Despite how easily Scathach had broken it earlier, this staff was actually quite sturdy.
"Try again," Asher didn't give up. He clutched the staff, closed his eyes again, and tried to find that feeling from that day. Morgan stared at Asher's face, remained silent for a long time, then slowly moved the tip of her foot along his thigh. Seeing the young man suddenly open his eyes with a jolt, she narrowed her eyes as if resting, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Sister Morgan." Even Asher, if he were an idiot, would know that this woman was deliberately teasing him. His desire, having been repeatedly provoked by this goddess tonight, was almost at its limit. He had just managed to distract himself, and now Morgan had stirred his interest again.
"What is it?" Morgan opened her eyes, her delicate, fair foot gently caressing a certain spot on Asher's thigh, looking puzzled. Before Asher could speak, she lightly clapped her hand, a look of sudden realization on her face: "Oh, you think I'm in the way, right? After all, you just told me not to cause trouble."
"I understand. I'll lie quietly to the side and rest. You continue. I won't waste your precious time." After speaking, she withdrew her small, foot from Asher's thigh, pulled up the covers, and really seemed to lie down to sleep.
Looking at Morgan Le Fay lying on her side on the bed, Asher was almost going crazy. But what could he do? Could he really gather the courage to pounce on her and retaliate?
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