“Huh? Lin… Lin Lue, why are you about to cry?”
Molly noticed the glisten in the corners of Lin Lue’s eyes and became flustered.
Her toes curled, and her tongue trembled slightly.
“If you feel it’s too humiliating, you can let go — “
‘Look at this—heavens, such an excellent Miss Molly was a Witch old enough to be his mother!’
“It’s fine, Miss Molly. Is the pressure alright?”
“It’s… it’s fine,” Molly stammered.
Suddenly, she realized something was wrong.
She had to be dignified.
She had to be elegant.
How could she let Lin Lue take control?
“Your technique is quite skilled.”
Molly took a deep breath, trying her best to maintain the elegant aura of an Upper District Witch, though a hint of curiosity was hidden in her eyes.
“You’ve massaged quite a few other Witches, haven’t you?”
“Miss Molly, you have been my only client from the very beginning,” Lin Lue replied sincerely.
“Oh? Is that so?”
Molly’s voice rose slightly at the end.
“I hope you aren’t lying to me. I hate being lied to the most.”
She remembered the hidden rejection in Lin Xue’er’s eyes when looking at her.
For some reason, Molly felt a dull weight in her heart.
In short, it was uncomfortable.
She withdrew her foot from his palm and stepped on Lin Lue’s chest, glaring with moist, beautiful eyes as she issued a small threat.
“Did you hear me? Otherwise, I… even if I only use my feet, I can easily rip your chest open.”
“Of course.”
Lin Lue took her foot again, moving it from his chest.
“As a noble Space Witch, I certainly believe Miss Molly could easily take my heart even without touching me.”
“Hmph, as long as you know.”
Molly tilted her head slightly like a proud kitten, but after a few seconds, she suddenly lowered her head, her voice as light as a feather.
“You… you aren’t afraid of me, are you?”
“What are you saying, Miss Molly?”
Lin Lue continued, “I believe Miss Molly is not a fickle person. After all, you are so excellent, well-bred, and emotionally stable.”
Molly hummed with satisfaction.
She stopped letting Lin Lue massage her feet and rested her head on his lap, blankly watching the withered leaves slowly fall above.
“Lin Lue, am I really that excellent?”
She asked softly, her tone filled with confusion and self-doubt.
“Of course, Miss Molly is the best. Don’t belittle yourself.”
“But if I’m really that excellent, why is my wife always so cold to me?”
“That requires more communication between you two.”
“But she avoids me the moment she sees me.”
Molly frowned slightly, her voice full of grievance.
“It’s heartbreaking.”
“When you’re sad, Miss Molly, you can come to me to relax.”
Lin Lue spoke softly, looking at the Witch lying on his lap.
“Nine out of ten problems can be solved by taking the initiative to create opportunities and communicating more.”
“Mm.”
Molly responded, turned her head, and quietly buried her cheek against his abdomen, drawing in a sense of stability.
After a moment, she suddenly raised her hand, took off the exquisite Witch’s Badge on her chest, and shoved it into Lin Lue’s hand without a word.
“This suits you. It’s yours.”
“Miss Molly, this is too precious.”
Lin Lue was startled.
A Witch’s Badge, especially one from a noble Space Witch, was essentially a royal decree.
To see the badge was to see Molly.
No one would dare disrespect a Space Witch.
In the Lower District, Lin Lue knew that with this badge, he could practically walk as he pleased.
“If I give it to you, it’s yours. I have plenty anyway.”
Molly pressed her head closer, the tips of her ears turning red.
“This will save you many unnecessary troubles.”
Furthermore, this was a declaration to others!
He was already taken.
Lin Lue had told her to be a bit more selfish.
She… did not want to share this man with other Witches.
Not even a little.
Molly knew Lin Lue lacked money, and it just so happened that she was very wealthy.
Her upbringing conflicted with her current actions.
She covered her face with both hands as a hot flush spread from her cheeks to her neck.
“Alright, then thank you, Miss Molly.”
Lin Lue quietly tucked the badge away.
‘Good, I’ve secured a rare drop.’
Peeking through her fingers, Molly saw Lin Lue’s lips curve slightly. She knew he was satisfied.
[Magic Power Points +1]
[Magic Power Points +1]
[Magic Power Points +1]
[Space Affinity +1]
Lin Lue: “?”
‘Something strange just flashed by.’
‘Space Affinity?’
Thinking about Molly’s status as a Space Witch, he felt that this was something extraordinary.
‘Will I be able to use Space Magic in the future?’
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The clear vibration made Molly frown.
She pulled a jewel-encrusted Communicator from her collar.
Molly looked at it and fell silent.
Lin Lue was still immersed in the system information, marveled at his new Space Affinity talent.
Molly suddenly stood up, pulling him up quickly and pushing him down in front of her.
Lin Lue: “?”
By the time he realized what was happening, he was crouching, with his hands resting on Molly’s knees.
They were covered in white stockings that allowed a hint of flesh-pink to show through.
‘This perspective… is far too suggestive.’
‘The absolute territory is mysterious and enticing, but my mind is focused entirely on the meaning behind Molly’s actions.’
‘Does she want to try some scenario from an adult film?’
‘But there isn’t even a cuckolded husband here.’
“Mo — mmm!”
A soft, faintly scented palm firmly covered Lin Lue’s mouth.
Molly signaled for him to be quiet.
Lin Lue noticed Molly’s eyes weren’t right.
There was panic, nervousness, and… a faint, strange pleasure she might not have even noticed herself.
Molly took a deep breath and clicked on the Communicator.
A projection appeared, revealing a bright and enchanting figure.
She had golden hair like a waterfall, brilliant and dazzling, and noble golden eyes that were cold and proud.
A form-fitting red qipao outlined her perfect curves.
It was her wife, Yuexue.
“Molly, where did you go?”
Yuexue’s voice was cold and calm.
“Just out for a walk,” Molly said, steadying her voice with a smile.
“Did you encounter any danger?”
“Of course not. Don’t underestimate me; I’m an eighth-rank Witch.”
Molly’s tone was intentionally light.
“Yuexue, where are you? What are you doing?”
“At home, sitting on the sofa, doing nothing.”
Then, silence.
The two of them looked at each other, occasionally exchanging a few dry words.
There was no warmth between the spouses.
It was like two strangers interacting.
Molly was the first to give in to the stifling atmosphere.
Claiming she was “busy,” she hung up.
With a “click,” the Communicator landed on her collarbone and slid down her smooth skin into her cleavage.
She released her hand from Lin Lue’s mouth, her eyes slightly red.
She habitually stood up straight and exhaled a long breath.
Then someone pulled her.
Molly let out a startled cry, her body uncontrollably falling back into a sitting position.
A clean, fresh scent rushed toward her.
Molly’s mind was in a daze as she was gently embraced by Lin Lue.
For some reason, she didn’t resist.
Her body felt soft as she sat in his lap.
His embrace was broad and warm, bringing a strange sense of peace.
She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her fingertips turning white.
She had never performed such an intimate action.
Even with her wife, Yuexue, she always maintained a dignified distance.
Thinking about the cold, stranger-like relationship between her and Yuexue, Molly’s heart felt bitter.
Molly turned back and smiled softly at Lin Lue.
“Lin Lue, the one just now… was my wife, Yuexue.”
“It’s your first time seeing her, right?”
“She is excellent, perfect. She looks cold on the outside, but she’s actually passionate inside. It’s just… people change.”
“Witches are even more fickle.”
Molly fell silent for a moment, her voice fragile and lost.
“Do you think she still loves me?”
“Of course.”
Lin Lue didn’t hesitate.
He raised his hand to tuck her stray hair behind her ear and casually tied it into a ponytail.
Her hair was thick and soft; he could only tie up half of it while the rest hung loose.
“Your wife has always loved you.”
“Is that so…”
Molly’s gaze instinctively fell to his hand, which held a Jasmine Chain.
The pendant was carved with a small, exquisite Jasmine Flower Mark.
“Where did that Jasmine Chain come from?”
“I bought it on the way.”
Lin Lue smiled.
“Do you like it, Miss Molly?”
“I’ll use this Jasmine Chain to tie your hair.”
“What if I say I don’t like it?”
“I’ll still use it.”
Molly couldn’t help but giggle, her eyes curving into crescents.
The previous gloom gradually vanished.
“Lin Lue, when I was talking to my wife just now, you were crouching right in front of me with your hands on my knees… Looking back, it’s quite like the plots in certain unsavory books.”
“Oh, Miss Molly actually reads those things?”
Lin Lue feigned surprise.
“I just happened to see it by accident!”
Molly’s cheeks turned red as she hastily explained.
She had lost control of the conversation again.
No, she was a Space Witch — she was his benefactor!
Thinking this, Molly reached out with a fair, slender finger and tilted Lin Lue’s chin up, forcing him to meet her gaze.
On her usually gentle and elegant face, a sly and seductive smirk appeared.
“Just now, did you feel… excited?”
She leaned in closer, her breath brushing against his ear.
“In a sense, wouldn’t this be considered… an affair?”
“Miss Molly, please calm down.”
Lin Lue’s voice remained steady.
“I am very calm.”
Molly refused to back down.
“Didn’t you say I’m very charming? Then prove it to me.”
She remembered Yuexue’s wandering, avoidant eyes during the video call and the conversations of the elegant, noble Witches in the Upper District about how many lovers they had found in the Lower District…
The restlessness buried in Molly’s heart, like a spring pushed to its limit, completely rebounded.
Her red lips parted slightly, carrying a faint floral scent.
She was about to touch Lin Lue’s cheek.
Just then, a slender finger pressed against her lips, firmly maintaining the distance between them.
“Miss Molly.”
Molly suddenly snapped back to her senses.
She was dazed for a moment before her face turned a deep shade of red.
Looking at Lin Lue’s calm face, she felt a wave of shame.
She scrambled off the chair and crouched on the ground, burying her burning face in her hands.
She looked like her head was about to vent steam, desperate to find a hole to crawl into.
‘What was I just doing?!’
‘I’m a noble Space Witch, a married woman. How could I say such shameless things? I almost even…’
Lin Lue looked at the lip print on his finger and wiped it away discreetly.
He let out a silent sigh of relief.
‘Phew, that was close. I almost triggered a Special CG.’
‘That definitely won’t do.’
He silently pulled up the system panel, his eyes landing on Molly’s Affection Level.
‘Once a Special CG is triggered, her Affection Level will surely skyrocket.’
‘If her Affection Level maxes out, she’ll start getting my Emotional Value Service for free.’
‘I must keep it under strict control.’