Daisy, You're Breaking the Rules

You're testing me with this?

Is this what the current Head Boy of Hogwarts is like?

Sean involuntarily clenched the silk fabric in his hand.

Daisy sat there prettily, her fair calves slightly bent, five mischievous toes pointing and wiggling at Sean.

"Ahem—" Sean cleared his throat. "You're already in fifth year. You need to learn to dress yourself and put on your own socks, little Daisy."

Little White Flower blinked her eyes pitifully, then unexpectedly switched to a soft, syrupy tone. "I don't want to~ I want you to help me put them on?"

The psychological defenses the current Head Boy of Hogwarts had painstakingly built crumbled in an instant.

Who could withstand that?

Sean stopped wasting words. Carrying the white stockings, he walked before Daisy and crouched halfway down.

"Let's be clear— I didn't take these off. You rubbed them off yourself. I found them for you; I didn't hide them." Without realizing it, he began rambling meaningless nonsense.

Little White Flower was not listening to him at all—when Sean crouched down, she felt as though she could barely breathe.

"Oh, oh... okay." She answered instinctively.

Sean looked at her helplessly, then lowered his gaze.

And then he could not look away.

All along, Sean had felt that he was not a foot guy, leg guy, butt guy, or anything of the sort—he appreciated all beauty.

A delicate face, a lovely figure, fair skin—those were all things worth appreciating. Of course, that included adorable dimples, tear moles that inspired tenderness, seductive red lips...

Sean had always sincerely appreciated such beauty.

Therefore, he did not have any kind of "fetish."

Put elegantly, in the manner of aristocrats: Sean possessed eyes that could discover and appreciate beauty.

Put bluntly and shamelessly: Sean possessed every trait of a perfectly normal horny