Chapter 72: This Feels Strange
“Huff… huff…”
Slightly tired.
Diana’s stamina was lacking, but her mouth never stopped, her mocking gaze flickering with a hint of madness.
“Why isn’t Senior Weakling saying anything? Could it be that the legendary Lena, known for her countless conquests, is ashamed of being pushed down by a junior? Pfft, hahaha~ Senior Weakling, smelling my fragrant shoes, are you feeling a little excited?~”
Her sharp voice rose a few octaves.
Diana pressed her entire body against Lena’s face.
Her beautiful, lacy lolita shoe covered Lena’s nose and mouth, forcing her to breathe the air trapped inside, filled with the scent of a young girl’s sweat.
The shoe, with its hint of leather, smelled nice, but Lena couldn’t speak.
Her vision was blocked by the white stocking, and the large lolita skirt covered her upper body.
From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like a little girl relieving herself, no one noticing the beautiful woman lying beneath her.
A face-sitting position.
“Senior~ Weakling Big Sister~ Why are you so cowardly and submissive, just like those other people?~”
“Are you really that strong? Where’s your adult demeanor? If you’re just a scaredy-cat like them, you might as well go back to your mother’s womb. Show me some more of that frustrated, helpless expression, the kind you make when struggling in a muddy swamp… at least try to excite me, Senior Weakling~”
The pampered princess had no concept of restraint.
She was the Empress’s precious jewel, the admired Imperial Flower, standing high above, looking down on the masses like ants. One stomp of her foot, and the world trembled, the ants silent and still.
There was nothing in this world that Diana couldn’t obtain.
Money, power, strength… she had it all, effortlessly.
Countless people offered her everything ordinary people pursued their entire lives, trying to curry favor, but she disdained them. She could see through their greedy facades, their desire for gain, not submission, their faces disgusting and repulsive.
Diana was used to everyone obeying her.
But the emptiness within her hadn’t disappeared, like a potion missing a crucial ingredient, its potency lost.
[I command you to kiss my foot right now.]
Magic power drained.
Diana felt her body lighten, a sense of emptiness washing over her. “Why does commanding Senior Weakling require so much magic power?!”
This wasn’t right. Even with the difference in rank, wasn’t Lena’s magic power depleted?
Surprised, she looked down at Lena.
Her fair skin and beautiful face, her long legs trembling slightly, her soft gray hair spread out like a fan, her hand covering her face, like a courtesan weeping in the arms of a wealthy patron, helpless and ashamed.
“Damn it! Give me back my magic power! You tricked me! You’re perfectly fine!”
Diana accused, but her thoughts quickly vanished.
It was Lena.
Lena had followed the command of her Word Spirit Magic.
Following the instructions to the letter, she cupped Diana’s feet in her hands, tentatively touching them.
She didn’t care if Diana liked it or not; she was the one enjoying it.
Tsk, tsk.
Lena paused, her eyes filled with a seductive charm.
“Finished kissing?” Diana covered her toes, glaring at Lena.
“Finished playing?” Lena asked calmly, her smile widening.
“You tricked me! You big meanie! You owe me new stockings!”
“How about I offer myself as compensation? Would Your Highness accept me…?” Lena’s voice was soft and seductive, like teasing a cat. “Mm, I’ve memorized everything Your Highness said. I’ll bring an umbrella when it rains, and I won’t eat garbage from the ground, please…”
A sudden chill ran down Diana’s spine.
“Y-you! Stay away from me!”
“Why? Why would Your Highness be afraid of someone powerless and magic-less? Am I ugly? Am I dangerous?” Lena chuckled, watching Diana run away barefoot.
Beautiful.
A terrifying beauty.
Diana wasn’t sure if Lena had recovered her strength, but just in case, she couldn’t risk getting close.
“Hmph~ Senior Weakling thinks she’s won? Weakling, weakling! Senior Lena, you big weakling!!”
Diana ran away, shouting from a distance.
Her voice was loud, attracting the attention of couples strolling along the main road, who looked curiously at the barefoot little girl.
Diana, startled like a rabbit, blushed, her hands nervously fidgeting with her skirt. “I… I…”
“Little sister, did you have a fight with your boyfriend? It’s okay, I’ll help you talk to him,” a kind-looking woman stopped and said.
“No, I’m not…”
“Hmm? You didn’t have a fight?”
“I… she… we’re not like that…” Diana’s face flushed, her words jumbled. “Ahhh, weakling, go away, mind your own business! Shoo, shoo!”
Diana was startled by the stranger’s enthusiasm.
What was this strange custom?
Why weren’t they afraid of her?!
Indeed, without her status as Imperial Princess, many things felt different.
People were still paying attention to her, but unlike those with ulterior motives, these people were more genuine, their kindness and concern bringing her a sense of happiness she had never experienced before.
“Ugh…”
Diana realized she had spoken wrongly, but her pride prevented her from apologizing.
A strange sense of shame washed over her, like she had misjudged a good person.
“Since you’re okay, we’ll be going. Be careful, little sister, and make up with your boyfriend soon…” The woman and her partner left, looking back with concern.
This only intensified Diana’s guilt. She watched them leave, her nose stinging.
“Guess who~ A prize for the correct answer~”
Lena covered her eyes from behind, pulling her close, Diana’s head nestled between Lena’s ample breasts, her laughter echoing. “The dignified Imperial Princess actually feeling sentimental for these insignificant people? Am I in the wrong place? Haha…”
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