‘Feet... What's so interesting about feet?’
Ogre immediately retracted his feet—he was truly frightened by this girl.
Although Ogre had long heard that some nobles had a fetish for feet...
But, but he had never expected his own feet to be picked up and stared at like this, hey!
Fortunately, Maqi only made a verbal tease as she helped him take off his shoes.
“The God of Dawn is truly biased. How could he create such a perfect girl? Even my heart is fluttering.”
Maqi smiled gently, got up, walked to the doorway, and closed the door.
Once the light from the attic's oil lamp was cut off, the room plunged into darkness.
However... this didn't affect Ogre at all—he had excellent night vision.
So, at this moment, Ogre could clearly see Maqi's daring attire.
How should he put it—she was surprisingly well-endowed.
It seemed her usual attire had restricted her potential.
‘As long as I pretend I can't see...’
Ogre awkwardly looked away and quickly slipped under the covers—now that things had come to this, it was best to go to sleep early.
“Hiding under the covers so quickly?” Maqi giggled, finding the ‘girl’ adorable.
A Knight's overall physical enhancement included vision. Although it was nowhere near Ogre's night-defying enhanced vision, seeing a faint outline of a person was no trouble at all.
“Mph...” Ogre only prayed that Maqi wouldn't get touchy-feely later.
After all, his current clothing offered absolutely no sense of security...
“I'm coming in, little beauty,” Maqi said as she lifted the blanket and slid in beside Ogre.
Ogre: “...”
Er, if you're going to sleep, why do you have to announce it...
However, Ogre soon realized what Maqi wanted to do—because a hand reached out.
Yes... Ogre had never imagined he would be groped by a human female.
Maqi's hand was currently feeling around Ogre's completely flat chest. By the time Ogre noticed, she had already made contact.
‘If you're going to sleep, just sleep! Keep your hands to yourself, hey! Where's your sense of boundaries?’
Ogre hastily rolled over, finally escaping Maqi's probing.
“You really haven't developed at all...” Maqi muttered with a hint of disappointment.
She had thought that although Sister Gelin was young... there should at least be some curvature. Yet she was as flat as a boy.
If Ogre knew what Maqi was thinking, he would probably say: ‘I am a boy...’
“Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Flat is fine, flat is cute too,” Maqi said, looking at the ‘sulking’ girl who had turned away, a sudden pang of guilt rising in her heart.
Had she just poked a sensitive spot for Sister Gelin?
“Mm...”
Ogre gave a soft grunt, crossing his arms over his chest. He was worried Maqi might launch another sneak attack.
Looking at the girl currently ‘comforting’ him,
Ogre felt a sudden wave of helplessness—he had never felt this powerless even when killing goblins or fighting in the arena.
He couldn't help but feel that the person lying next to him wasn't a girl Knight, but a hoodlum.
And do girls always like to chatter about this and that at night?
“Don't be sad, Sister Gelin. You're so beautiful, there's no way nobody will want you.”
Maqi assumed Ogre was just shy and embarrassed, so she immediately began to comfort him.
Ogre: “...”
‘Do I look like someone worried about not finding a partner? Bah, why does she keep bringing this up?’
Ogre blinked, then decided to close his eyes and ignore Maqi.
He didn't believe Maqi could keep talking to herself forever.
But soon, Ogre would regret his decision to turn away and close his eyes...
Because Maqi grabbed his hand...
“I've been wanting to touch your hands for a while now.”
Ignoring Ogre's wishes, Maqi began to knead Ogre's soft little hands.
She held both of Ogre's crossed hands in her palms.
Maqi really liked Ogre's hands—her own weren't particularly pretty, and they had only grown rougher with her practice of Knight sword techniques...
If she didn't want to better protect her family, Maqi would have liked to take care of her hands like the girls in the city...
What girl would want her hands to become rough and calloused?
‘If not for my constitution... my hands would probably be as hard as Seran's.’
Ogre had actually considered hardening his hands.
But because of the powerful regenerative abilities of his Ogre constitution, he had given up.
It wasn't entirely impossible to harden his palms if he really wanted to, but the method would carry more loss than gain for Ogre.
Using potions might reduce his palms' sensitivity or even cause a complete loss of sensation, which would lead to losing his fine control over weapons.
Thus, after training in weapon mastery, Ogre cast the idea aside.
After all, no matter how strong an ordinary person's palms or fists were, they ultimately couldn't match weapons forged from precious materials.
“You must have suffered so much, sister...” Maqi massaged Ogre's palms, her heart aching as she imagined the girl's past trials.
To Maqi, the owner of such hands must have lived a pampered, luxurious life.
Just thinking that such a pure girl had almost been abducted by goblins made Maqi feel a lingering sense of dread on her behalf.
‘She must be pretending to be strong.’ Maqi thought.
Immediately afterward, she grabbed Ogre's hand and pulled it toward her own chest.
“Hm?”
At that moment, Ogre realized the texture in his hand felt rather off.
It went from rough to soft.
Ogre subconsciously gave it a squeeze. Suddenly realizing something was terribly wrong, his eyes snapped open!
Wait, sister, where are you putting my hand?!
“Who knows, maybe you'll grow bigger in the future too.”
Maqi laughed boldly as she watched the girl hastily pull her hand away. This was barely anything, and she was already so shy.
Ah well, she would stop teasing her.
Ogre's face flushed completely red this time. Although he had seen a lot... he had never actually touched anything.
He felt as though he had lost his purity...
“Actually, being flat is fine too. At least it saves fabric.” Maqi teased again out of habit, seeing Ogre's blushing face.
Her lighthearted, flirtatious tone gave Ogre a distinct sensation—as if he were the one who had just been groped.
Ogre had never been so lost and helpless in his life.
“Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Goodnight, cute girl.”
Maqi propped herself up slightly and kissed Ogre on the forehead, then turned around and pulled up the blanket.
“Mm...”
Ogre withdrew his hand and mumbled a soft response... Only when he saw Maqi close her eyes completely did his heart ease slightly.
‘It's finally over. Goodnight...’ Ogre thought to himself.
“Phoo—”
After an unknown amount of time, Maqi's soft snoring reached Ogre's ears.
Only then did Ogre finally feel certain that this troublesome Knight girl wouldn't bother him any further...
Though his body was relaxed, his mind could no longer settle down.
‘Why is that...?’
Ogre didn't know.
‘I need to leave as soon as possible.’
Ogre made up his mind.
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