I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 764

Chapter 166: Give Me All of You

Gently patting her head, Alice’s favorite action.

The cool girl would turn incredibly docile under this simple gesture, her sleep-fogged eyes transforming her into a warm, cuddly little creature.

But now, this originally innocent move was infused with a completely different meaning.

Just a slight head pat, and Alice’s gaze flickered, her breath gradually increasing in warmth, her cheeks flushing with an unusual redness, like a small dog wagging its tail for food, adorable…

And, dare I say, inviting trouble.

“You want more?”

“What exactly do you mean?”

Under Roy’s mischievous questioning, Alice immediately averted her gaze, biting her lip: “Um, it’s just…”

Roy couldn’t help but smirk: “Just what?”

“Just…”

Wanting to continue what happened the previous night—was this really something a saint should say?!

Without the excuse of “Angel’s Embrace,” Roy hadn’t taken the initiative these past few days. No matter how much Alice craved it, the ingrained restraint and modesty made it hard for her to speak up.

Ultimately, Alice just pitifully asked, “Could you please massage my feet?”

“… Sure.”

This girl truly can’t let loose.

Roy sighed inwardly.

Whether she was being coy or forceful, Alice always seemed somewhat inept.

Even after that pure, mesmerizing night, Alice was still Alice.

But, just like Nia and the others said.

At times like these, it’s the guy’s turn to take the lead!

Roy knelt beside Alice.

As his gaze lowered, he noticed a pair of deep brown ankle boots.

Roy gently held up one of the boots, slightly lifted the hem of her saintly robe, and carefully unzipped her shoe.

The soft, delicate white silk foot finally freed from a day’s confinement, blooming like a pure white flower.

White robe, white outfit, white ankle boots.

Everything about the saint must be pure and otherworldly, and the little white silk foot cradled in Roy’s hand was no exception.

Roy remembered how, long ago, when Alice accompanied him to practice dancing, he often gave her massages like this.

But beautiful things don’t need excessive coverings to be exquisite.

Under the saintly robe, it was always paired with knee-high socks.

He grasped the heel of the socks, gently peeling them down along the curve of her foot, continuing upward along the outline of her delicate legs.

At this point, the radiance of her porcelain skin could truly shine.

The once delicately graspable jade feet were now even more mature and alluring.

Elegant and dainty foot shape, round and soft toes.

Soft as a feather at his touch, with a hint of iris fragrance lightly wafting through.

Like a devout follower yearning for the Holy Light, Roy too found himself enchanted by this divine beauty.

Maybe similar sensations occurred when he previously massaged her, but back then, he neither dared nor wanted to think in that direction.

But now, why not?

And why not?

“Ee!”

The girl let out a tiny whimper, her little face suddenly burning up as she watched the knight’s actions, her eyes trembling.

“R-Roy?”

“Just giving a massage.”

“But…it’s enough to use your hands for a massage…” Alice’s breath was coming in short gasps.

Gazing at the soft, fragile little one that didn’t pull away from his hand, Roy feigned ignorance: “What? Does the saint dislike this?”

Though her cheeks turned increasingly hot, after a brief silence, Alice shook her head.

“Please continue. I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“Your wish is my command.”

This kind of behavior was downright scandalous, far beyond what a knight should do for a saint; it was something countless worshippers wouldn’t even dare dream of in their sleep.

But in Alice’s eyes, the devoted knight bowing down to kiss her felt like immense tenderness and love.

Moreover, this was truly comfortable…

Like freely soaring through a sea of clouds, playful clouds emerging from her soles, trailing up her instep, brushing past her ankles.

Alice’s brows relaxed completely, her whole being became loose in this unique kiss, letting out inarticulate hums of bliss.

However, the knight did not stop there.

Continuing along the contours of her petite foot, he traced up her slender calves and smooth thighs, moving inward, and up further—

Blushing and pulling her hood over her face, the girl’s reactions became increasingly obvious, her voice spilling forth more beautifully, but just as they were nearing the climax, she suddenly pressed down on her robe, panicking as she exclaimed: “Wait, wait!”

“What’s wrong?”

Roy peeked out from under her robe, equally flushed, his heart racing.

Had he gone too far and upset her?

But Alice, covering her chin with her robe, fidgeting her legs, showed no sign of displeasure.

In fact, her face was flushed with vivid crimson.

A red more enchanting than fireworks, revealing the girl’s shyness, longing, and the desire that came from shedding all that冷静.

“No, no, this really isn’t okay. I can’t… if this continues…”

“Not okay, so you’d rather not?”

“!”

Seeing Alice suddenly freeze, looking troubled and about to cry, Roy couldn’t help but smile knowingly.

“As the saint’s knight, how could I go against the saint’s wishes and show disrespect?”

Alice was on the verge of tears, her white legs slightly trembling, even her damp toes were curling.

“But—”

Roy changed his tone: “However, if the saint has a command, your knight will, of course, follow without question.”

“So, what’s your answer?”

“I… I… want to continue…”

Roy continued to tease: “Continue what?”

He pretended to be puzzled: “If you don’t clarify, I won’t know what to do.”

“Um…”

“Continue, continue…”

Alice mumbled, but she couldn’t seem to form a complete sentence, only sweet breaths escaping repeatedly.

Until a moment came when she could no longer bear it.

The pure white saint took a deep breath, gathering her resolve, then boldly lifted her robe in one motion, raising the intricate and beautiful saintly garment from bottom to top.

Her body completely leaned back, her legs bending forcefully.

That was a pose completely unrelated to purity, coolness, or indifference.

Yet, it was also a posture of a girl shedding the guise of a saint, revealing the most sincere and longing version of herself.

The dewy beauty had long overflowed, enhancing the pure white floral hues.

Such a bold scene threw Roy into disarray, his breath suddenly heavy.

At this moment, even the most devoted knight couldn’t maintain his composure.

Fortunately, the saint no longer wanted mere servitude.

Alice closed her eyes, her face flushed almost to the point of bleeding, adorably hiding her face in a childish way, yet she did not close her legs, hiding the tempting jade beneath.

“All of it.”

“Give me your all.”

Roy replied forcefully: “As you wish.”

The saint’s demand was absolute.

Her knight would never think of refusal; fulfilling her desires with all his heart and soul, melting away her loneliness and filling this longing.

Fireworks erupted brilliantly, coloring the cold radiance of the moon, the flickering lights flowing, filling the silent night, even the waves mirroring the starry river joyfully surged in endless waves.

Until the weary white harbor fell into stillness, the night devoid of fireworks, devoid of light, and even the sea beyond the port gradually calmed, no longer rippling, as the satisfied saint finally drifted into dreams.