[WARNING! - The last part of this chapter, and the smut chapter will feature so intense scene (toe sucking, feet licking) that can make so people uncomfortable.]
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"S-say that again?"
"I'm… a lesbian… Your Highness…" she confesses, voice barely above a whisper. "T-that's why I didn't want you… to read…"
And just like that—
Boom.
My heart swells, almost painfully, like it's about to explode from the sheer force of emotion surging through . My fingers tremble. My breathing stutters.
I'm shaking.
Gods, I'm shaking so bad.
What the hell is this state I'm in? This trembling chaos crawling under my skin?
That ans… 99.9%.
99.9%!
Still not enough!
I need more. I need her to say it again. Clearer. Louder!
Just to be sure!!!
"T-that ans… you like girls… right?" I ask, my voice cracking as the words scrape up my throat. My teeth sink into my lower lip so hard I taste blood.
Pain.
But gods… it's so sweet.
Morvena doesn't say anything right away. Just a small, hesitant sound—"Nn…"—and a slow nod.
A single, quiet gesture.
But it says everything.
That's 100%.
No more guessing.
No more maybes.
No more hoping and wishing and tornting myself with doubt.
She likes girls.
And now… now that she's said it…
WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY BACK?!
FUCK!!!
My brain blanks out completely. Every word I could've said? Gone. Poof! Like a spell gone wrong.
Help.
HELP.
SOONE.
DIVINE INTERVENTION, PLEASE?!
And the, the only thing—the only fucking thing—that escapes my lips is:
"…Okay."
Dead, flat, emotionless.
A whisper that lands with the grace of a dead fish.
…
…
NO!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—
WHAT THE HELL KIND OF RESPONSE IS THAT, FELICIA?!
ow….
I want to die.
I want the floor to swallow whole.
I want soone—anyone—to erase that mont from freaking existence!!!
But then—before I can scream, before I can try to fix my abysmal failure—
Morvena suddenly rises to her feet.
Straight. Stiff. Her shoulders squared, her back rigid with tension.
Her tail twitches behind her, bristling.
Her ears flick upright, and her eyes—shut tight.
And when she speaks—
Her voice is trembling.
Strong, but trembling.
"And not only that… I—" she swallows, hard "—I'm in love with you, Your Highness!"
…
Eh?
"I've been dreaming about you. Looking up to you… even before I t you. Even before that day."
Eh??
"People always whispered that you were like … that you were into girls too. But there were so many lies about you, I didn't know what to believe. I was scared…"
EHH?!
"But when you knighted , when you placed that sword on my shoulder… I was so happy. I thought—maybe… maybe I could finally be with the one I love."
She stops.
Her lips quiver.
Her breath catches.
And slowly—so slowly—she opens her eyes just a sliver.
And she looks at .
Searching.
Desperate.
Waiting for sothing.
A word.
A reaction.
A sign.
But I…
I'm still processing…
Still trying to rember how to fucking breathe.
…
Wait a goddamn minute—
Did I, the cursed princess Felicia Aurelia di Ventaria… just get confessed to?!
What… even… is this?
My chest's too tight. My pulse is screaming. My stomach's doing backflips!!!
I want to say sothing.
Anything!
I want to tell her I feel the sa, that she's not alone, that I've been falling for her too. That she's been haunting my dreams. That she's the only person who's ever seen … truly seen …
But all I manage to say is, once again…
"…Okay."
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
My brain screams.
Another pathetic response!
Another useless, one-word disaster of a reply!
I can't believe I just did that. Again.
Soone… anyone… just end now!
…
Morvena sighs quietly. "Ah… so I am rejected…"
Her shoulders relax, and then—gods help —she smiles at .
That warm, kind smile.
The sa one that stole my heart the other day.
It's faint, tinged with sadness, yes… but there's no anger. No bitterness. Just a gentle acceptance that makes my throat tighten.
And seeing that…
Sothing in shifts, bringing calm.
Right.
I need to step up, I need to give her a proper answer.
So I take a breath, swallow my nerves, and finally say—
"No. I accept."
…
As I said that…
She freezes.
Eyes wide.
"Eh…?"
"I accept," I repeat, voice stiff, expression carved in stone. My face refuses to cooperate, but my words tumble out anyway. "I love you too, Morvena…."
There's a long silence.
However…
For so reason—
"B-But I'm so unworthy of you, Your Highness!" Morvena cries, panicking, her hands suddenly flailing. "You're a princess! And I'm just the daughter of a minor baron!"
"So what?" I say coolly.
"And not to ntion, I-I'm weird!"
"How weird?"
"Very weird!" she blurts. "Like… socially awkward, barely-leaves-the-library weird! Hahaha… "
She laughs nervously, scratching the back of her head.
And I…
I giggle.
Gods, she's adorable.
I already know she's a bit of a shut-in. I read Irene's report. The girl spends most of her ti buried in books, barely talks to anyone, and carries a curse that's likely alienated her from half the noble class.
But to call that weird?
In front of ?
—the Felicia Aurelia di Ventaria, the rumored mad princess with a demon's curse and a bad habit of stepping on people in public, beating them up and saying crazy shits all the ti?
That's not weird.
That's precious.
Hell, that's adorable!
"Well," I smirk, lifting my wine glass. "I'm very weird too!"
I take a sip.
"We're not like other people, Morvena. And that's fine by ."
She beams. "R-really?"
But then her expression shifts.
Slightly more serious.
She exhales deeply.
"…No, wait. There's sothing else."
"Hm?"
Her eyes flick away. She bites her lip.
"There's… sothing else. Sothing that might make you feel disgusted with ."
I raise an eyebrow.
"…Alright. What is it now?"
She fidgets, hesitating.
Then—like ripping off a bandage all at once—
"I have a thing… for feet."
…
What???
I pause.
The wineglass stops halfway to my lips.
"…Co again?"
And suddenly, Morvena blurts out everything—
The deepest, darkest secret that must've been written in that diary.
"Yes, I have a thing for feet!
"I want to be stepped on!
"I want to be!
"That day, at the academy, when you used your foot to lift that girl's face… and then kicked her—
"I was like…
"Aaaahhh!
"Damn it!
"I wanted to be her!!!
"I wanted to feel your foot on my face!!!
"And when they grovel beneath you…
"When they touch your legs—
"Aaaaaa…
"Fuuuuuck!!!" She curses, her voice cracking, her cheeks blazing red, her hands gripping her knees.
"I was so jealous I nearly passed out!!!"
…
"Haizzz…" Morvena ends with a deep sigh. "So, Your Highness… a girl like is such a lost cause. Please don't waste your ti on …
"Even if you say you accept … there's no way I can be with you.
"I'll only taint your na… I'll never deserve you…
"And I don't think I should keep doing your nightly foot massage anymore…
"Because if I do any more…
"I'll die…
"Like… literally die…"
And as she says that—
Blood drips from her nose.
Slowly.
Softly.
Drip…
She wipes it with the back of her hand, saring red across her skin.
…
…
Pfffft—
I snort.
What the heck was that?
And then—oh gods, I lose it.
"PFFFHHH—HAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
It bursts out of like a damn explosion—manic, uncontrollable, feral. The kind of laughter that cracks through the soul like lightning. It starts in my chest and spills out in jagged waves, echoing through the chamber like a banshee's cackle.
I can't stop. I can't stop!
My entire body folds in on itself from the sheer force. I laugh until my lungs burn, until my vision blurs with tears, until I can't tell if it's hysteria or ecstasy.
And then—flip!
Before I even realize it, my body's upside down. Literally.
My legs kick up over the back of the velvet chaise like they've been possessed, and my head hits the floor with a thump, hair spilling everywhere like a snowy waterfall.
And from here…
I have a perfect view.
Her panties.
White.
And soaked.
Ah….
So that's what happened earlier.
That's why she was acting so weird when she was massaging my foot. That explains everything.
But then… suddenly—
Now that I really think about it…
She likes being… stepped on?
And I like… stepping on… people?
Oi…
Isn't that like…
A perfect match?
A strange sensation stirs inside my chest.
A fire.
A heat.
A wicked, wicked little thrill.
A switch, flipped right then and there.
I right myself, slowly, shifting into a more composed posture. I rest one arm along the back of the couch, chin tilted, eyes fixed on her.
"Sit down," I command smoothly, my voice cold with authority again.
"Y-Yes, Your Highness."
Morvena obeys instantly. She sits, legs folded, her head bowed.
She inhales, then exhales.
And then, her ears twitch as she giggles—no, laughs—quietly to herself. A little manic. A little broken.
"Ahh… now that I've said it… I've ruined my chances, haha" she breathes out, just barely loud enough for to catch it.
But…
She couldn't be more wrong.
Because in my heart, in this dizzy, dangerous mont—
It's actually… the opposite…
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"Look at ," I say.
Morvena lifts her face, then ets my eyes, smiling at again.
But not, I'm going to give her my real answer to her question.
I lift my foot, hovering just above Morvena's face.
"Ah~…"
Morvena sighs. her eyes darken, her breath turns steamy.
Then I press down, hard.
Morvena's breath hitches, her body squirms under the pressure.
And just like that, I start.
I move my foot, grinding the arch of my sole against her delicate features. Her cheek yields beneath my weight, the heat of her skin seeping into , her breath hitching in a way that makes my pulse skip.
My teeth sink into my lower lip, hard, the sharp sting only feeding the fire coiling low in my belly.
I don't know why—
No, that's a lie.
I know exactly why.
Because as I dominate her like this, as I feel her tremble under my foot, pleasure ruptures through , molten and sweet, a thrill so sharp it borders on pain.
My toes then drag down the slope of her nose, tracing the bow of her parted lips.
Her face is flushed now, her pupils blown wide, gaze drunk and unfocused.
She doesn't say anything more, she's totally in a trance now.
And that look…
That look.
With blood sared all over her nose, face
It sends a jolt straight to my core, wetness pooling between my thighs.
Ahhh~
Pathetic. Beautiful.
I ache just watching her.
Then—without warning—I shove my big toe past her lips.
Her mouth closes around in an instant, her tongue swirling in slow, worshipful strokes.
It's hot, it's wet.
And then… she begins, sucking my big toe like she's starving, like my skin is the only thing that can quench her.
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