She finished asking the question with a cold smile.
Cecilia slowly settled into her seat and crossed her legs, habitually raising one beautiful leg clad in a black thigh-high stocking, her gaze suspicious and scrutinizing.
As usual, Ansu's eyes unconsciously swept over the pale skin of her thigh, half hidden between her skirt's hem and her black thigh-high stockings.
Only then did he quickly lift his gaze to meet Cecilia's deep purple eyes.
He couldn't help it. He really hadn't meant to switch on his "aimbot."
Cecilia's seat was particularly high, like an ornate throne. Every time she sat down and habitually crossed her legs, he couldn't help... being drawn to the beautiful view of the Witch's absolute territory.
"I asked you a question. Where are you looking?" Cecilia usually ignored Ansu's intrusive glances, but today she was especially angry.
She gave a cold snort and shot Ansu a faintly mocking look.
"Enjoying the view?"
"Yes." Ansu unconsciously blurted out what he was thinking.
Only then did he suddenly catch himself and look at the Witch with an awkward smile as she regarded him with an ambiguous expression.
"I remember how much you used to love sneaking looks at my legs." Cecilia scoffed. "All furtive about it, as if I didn't know."
Ansu's smile grew even more awkward.
"Come here!" Cecilia ordered.
Puzzled, Ansu stepped forward.
Cecilia shifted on her spacious "throne" and patted the empty spot beside her.
"Sit!"
Ansu could only obediently sit beside Cecilia, a faint fragrance drifting around his nose.
"Since you like looking so much..." Cecilia gave him a mischievous grin. "Your punishment is to look to your heart's content~"
A long, beautiful leg wrapped in a black thigh-high stocking slowly rose and extended before Ansu's eyes.
Seeing that restless little foot settle across his