"I will."
Phield shrugged, thinking to himself, Simon, that greedy devil—sooner or later, he'll come clawing to take everything.
"Go on then. Need me to guide you?"
Florine raised a delicate brow.
"We… don't really know how… never done this before… massages and foot rubbing, right? Just that…"
Brinda muttered under her breath, on the verge of tears.
"At this rate, this 'honey trap' is going to cost us everything."
Miriam felt utterly helpless. But at this point, she gritted her teeth. For the sake of overthrowing the empire, I can treat this like a serious injury. I'm even willing to give my life—what's this compared to that?
At first, both of them instinctively resisted. But gradually, they grew accustomed to it.
They engaged in a thorough, step-by-step "discussion" and eventually reached a consensus.
They were only massaging his shoulders. Nothing else.
"Will this lead to having children…"
