Ophelia's Punishment

Looking at the long, elegant leg stretched out before him, Luo Wei paused, unsure of what she was trying to pull.

He slowly raised his head to meet Ophelia's gaze, her eyes haughty but tinged with a hint of mischief.

"Why are you just standing there? Take it off!"

"Huh? Oh..."

At her explicit permission, Luo Wei's gaze immediately turned fervent.

He gently lifted the beautiful leg, his palm caressing the delicate texture of the black stockings.

The touch was smooth, with just a subtle hint of resistance.

Gently pressing down, he could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, along with the perfectly curved shape of her lower leg.

Luo Wei's caress grew bolder, as if he had discovered a priceless treasure.

This isn't punishment at all!

If this is what she called punishment, then let him endure it every day! Luo Wei was more than willing to bear this so-called misfortune and humiliation!

Ophelia's expression revealed a hint of disgust as she watched Luo Wei's reaction.

"I told you to take it off, not to touch it!"

"Oh..."

Reluctantly, Luo Wei stopped his playful movements, though he couldn't hide his reluctance as he gently gripped the edge of the stocking.

As he did so, a faint ring of marks from the tightness of the stockings was revealed at the base of her thigh.

Luo Wei held his breath, carefully peeling them down with great care.

The flawless, lovely, and perfectly straight leg was now fully exposed to his eyes.

Luo Wei studied it intently, nodding slowly as if analyzing a masterpiece, even more focused than when he read a magical tome. This was a profound academic exploration.

Hmm, whether in stockings or bare skin, the beauty remained equally exquisite, like a work of art. It was no wonder this was considered one of the greatest creations in this world, comparable to Evelyn-sensei's bosom.

As he was halfway through removing the black stockings, Ophelia, evidently impatient, moved her leg.

"Hurry up, hurry up, just take them off."

Luo Wei glanced up at her, his expression tinged with regret. "Take it slow, I haven't enjoyed it enough yet. Why the hurry to take them off..."

Ophelia smiled slyly. "Taking them off serves a purpose, you know~"

"What purpose?"

Ophelia narrowed her eyes, sizing up Luo Wei's face.

Then, she let out a wicked chuckle.

"Take them off and then... wear it on your ego!"

Luo Wei blinked, "Huh? What?"

"Am I that hard to understand?" Ophelia retorted.

Luo Wei pointed to himself, and Ophelia nodded, before revealing an even more fiendish grin.

It was at this moment that Luo Wei finally felt the sting of punishment...

This unlikely couple was really into some twisted games.

But his hands didn't stop.

Instead of helping her remove the stockings, he began helping her put them back on.

"What are you doing? Are you scared?" Ophelia asked, her smile both teasing and knowing.

"Is it really necessary to take them off?" Luo Wei suddenly inquired.

"Why?"

Luo Wei looked at her with the utmost seriousness. "I like how you look when you're wearing them. It suits my... preferences better."

Ophelia let out a cold laugh. "More nonsense! I told you to take them off, so do it! Now!"

"Hmph!" Luo Wei wasn't going to bow to this little temptress anymore.

"You're pretty bold! Let's see who punishes whom today!" In an instant, his hands started causing even more trouble.

"Ah... stop, don't mess around, it feels so strange~"

"Luo! Luo Wei!!"

"Ahh——!"

A sudden moan of pain caused Luo Wei to stop his hands immediately.

He quickly looked over to see Ophelia's face contorted in pain, her eyes filled with helplessness and frustration.

Luo Wei frowned, lifting the stocking again to uncover a long scar near her ankle.

The injury seemed fresh. He gently touched it, and Ophelia winced with another hiss.

"Can't you tell I'm injured? Stop poking around, geez..." she grumbled.

Luo Wei hesitated, looking at her. "Is this from... three days ago?"

She nodded lightly. "Yes, it was when we were being chased by my ancestors in the Dragon's Tomb."

"There are more, aren't there?" Luo Wei continued.

Ophelia pointed to her back. "There are some on my back and waist too..."

Luo Wei immediately got up and started looking around the room.

"Are you looking for medicine? It's not necessary. They've already taken care of it in Brugge. Really, there's no need to worry, it's almost healed..."

Luo Wei opened the door and gestured to Caroline. After a while, he returned with a small, exquisite kit.

"It's really not necessary. It's just a minor injury, and applying this stuff just hurts..."

"Hey, what are you doing, stop it..."

"Ahh......"

Ignoring her complaints, Luo Wei gently held her injured leg and patiently began applying the ointment.

The leg in his hands was still undeniably beautiful, but the scar was glaringly ugly, like a flaw on a flawless piece of jade.

This made him feel somewhat heartbroken, and his movements became even more tender.

The room returned to its initial tranquility.

Ophelia's pale eyes softened as she quietly gazed at him.

"If it weren't for me..." Luo Wei's voice carried a tone of regret. "Your ancestor wouldn't have suddenly attacked."

"It's not your fault," Ophelia shook her head gently.

She knew the true culprit was a deviant deity. If she had to blame anyone, it would be her own lack of power...

Luo Wei stared at her wounds, silently wishing that someone with divine magic was in their team.

Mystic divine powers were incredibly miraculous. Once divine healing was invoked, the injuries would recover astonishingly quickly, and even scars might vanish.

There used to be someone in the team who could do this... but...

That priestess' healing skills left much to be desired though, particularly when it came to anything performance-related. Her battle capabilities, however, were extraordinary. She often liked to use outrageous leverage in difficult situations, and while maintaining her composure despite the challenges, she would often find herself caught in a cycle of evaluating her performance rather than addressing her faux pas. Rather than seeking comfort in the camaraderie of her peers, she often felt like a caricature of herself, struggling with the complexities of her role. Yet, she fairly embraced her responsibilities, demonstrating a unique ability to adapt and shine in even the most unorthodox circumstances. While her approach may have seemed informal, it often led to groundbreaking insights and connections that transcended the ordinary.

Shaking off these confusing thoughts, Luo Wei began applying ointment on Ophelia's back.

As his hands gently stroked over her skin, her body shivered lightly, the ointment leaving her feeling cool against her burning skin.

Luo Wei looked up, noticing a faint pink blush spreading from her neck, coloring her fair complexion with a suspicious crimson hue.

Each touch made her breath heavier and more unsteady.

As Luo Wei was about to finish applying the ointment, Ophelia suddenly turned around, her pale eyes shimmering with a captivating luster.

"Err, don't move yet, I’m almost done..."

Ophelia pressed down on Luo Wei's hands, staring at him with penetrating eyes, her gaze becoming increasingly disarming.

"It’s not necessary, I told you. I don’t need it."

"Then I..." Luo Wei set the ointment aside.

"Do you like being on top or bottom?" Ophelia asked.

After some thought, Luo Wei replied, "Top."

"Oh~" Ophelia sized up Luo Wei, her lips curling into a domineering, fiendish smile.

"Then consider this your punishment—stay obediently on the bottom!!"

"Huh?" The situation suddenly turned against him, and pinned beneath her, Luo Wei hastily proposed:

"Well... it could be nice to switch positions occasionally too..."

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