Chapter 183

Snap!

The sound of the white silk being pulled up and then snapping back was quite loud.

"Shall I give you a massage?" Chen Ce said with a smile. "It's been a long time since I've had a massage."

"Hmph... you'd better be serious... maybe I might forgive your rudeness..."

The silver-haired girl lay sprawled on the bed with an air of arrogance.

But she still had something to say:

"And then... and then..."

"I can give it to you too..."

"A small reward..."

The blanket stood up at one corner under the influence of magic.

Those perfect, jade-like feet began to rub against that corner...

Chapter 54 Mordekaiser: The Ancestor is Here!

Syndra enjoyed a long-awaited leg and foot massage.

This feeling... is strange, yet very comfortable... a strange kind of comfort.

Even though no sensitive areas were touched, she couldn't help but blush... that shy yet exciting feeling was simply irresistible.

She went from sitting to lying down, from putting her legs to the side to draping them over Chen Ce, from looking haughty to blushing and burying her face in the pillow...

She would even sometimes make strange noises.

Her silver hair, which she had just combed less than half a day ago, was already a little messy again, spreading out on the white bed like fine white snowflakes. She lay there, her full breasts supporting her body like two soft cushions, letting someone gently massage her.

Of course, one should be gentle when necessary and passionate when appropriate.

Chen Ce could almost see the legendary... absolute territory above those long legs wrapped in white stockings.

The visual effects go without saying, and the feel is also top-notch.

Syndra's legs were long and full, with a rosy tint beneath the white stockings, soft and supple.

To better relieve her muscle fatigue—or perhaps for some unique pleasure... in any case, one of the white threads had already come off.

The areas not covered by white silk naturally lose some of their smoothness, but they are noticeably more supple and warm, and feel uniquely comfortable to press.

From top to bottom, from bottom to top... whenever the feet reach below the ankles and above the knees, this girl, who was just a moment ago as proud as a queen, starts to whimper like a little girl.

This striking contrast makes her look exceptionally cute.

Especially her blushing cheeks... and her full breasts, which were being squeezed open to the sides.

She was probably only wearing a shirt.

The harmonious massage service lasted for more than half an hour.

Next, it's Syndra's turn to "reward" herself.

Yes, the massage was over, and she naturally had to keep her promise—she had said she would give a small reward.

Coincidentally, her current posture is quite convenient.

It can both hide her blushing face and her heart-shaped eyes, and allow her to move her legs more flexibly.

Lying down with your knees as the support point, you have a lot of room to move your legs up and down naturally.

"It's... it's my turn..."

The hot breath the girl exhaled when she spoke made her look abnormal...

After a long, long time, Syndra lay exhausted on the bed.

It was supposed to be a relaxing massage, but the whole process actually made her more tired... She really didn't expect it to last so long.

The relaxation effect of a massage is nowhere near as good as the leg soreness caused by a "small reward"...

"It's finally over..." The girl turned around lazily, still holding a small pillow in her arms—to cover the snow-white beauty revealed beneath her disheveled clothes.

Well, even if you hug her, it won't really cover her up.

There's too little fabric, and the scenery is too vast.

"Seriously, I have to get a new pair again..."

The sticky feeling on her feet made the girl frown slightly, but the faint hint of disgust in her eyes paled in comparison to the allure of her little heart.

It's hard to say whether she disliked the stickiness or the hassle of changing her socks later.

"Is that what you wanted?" Chen Ce seemed to be abandoning his friend after he'd already done his bidding. "But it's okay, I'll just buy you another pair—ten pairs if you want."

"Don't waste your money." Syndra rolled her eyes at the other person, then lightly flicked her finger.

Under the influence of magic, the almost soaked white stockings on her legs slipped off on their own and were neatly arranged beside the bed.

To be precise... it's placed on the bedside table, right next to the pillow.

The girl's delicate nostrils twitched slightly.

Upon seeing this, Chen Ce's old face immediately flushed—he knew that Syndra was certainly not smelling his white stockings.

Instead, they were smelling the scent of something on the white silk stockings...

"It smells awful." The girl turned her head away haughtily. "Looks like I'll have to wash it before I can wear it."

"..."

"What are you daydreaming about? You come and wash it."

"..."

"What, you're complaining about your own stuff?"

"No... I just feel..."

"I told you, don't waste money." Syndra, who actually had no concept of money at all, used magic to cover herself with a small blanket, as if she wanted to rest.

But she added in a low voice, "Anyway, I don't mind..."

"What?" Chen Ce didn't quite hear clearly.

"It's nothing, I need to rest. Also, you can wash these socks tomorrow, or just leave them by the bed for a day, it's fine."

"Leave it for a day? That's not a good idea. I'd better wash it now."

But I'm going to sleep now.

"What does this have to do with—hmm...?!"

Before Chen Ce could finish voicing his typical male question, a powerful magical force threw him outside.

Bang! The door slammed shut.

"A capricious, wicked woman..." Chen Ce shook his head, smiled, and left.

Just as he was getting ready to prepare dinner, there was another knock on the secret passage door in the corner of the living room.

Very few people knew about this secret passage that allowed them to evade Swain's surveillance, and LeBlanc, one of those who did, certainly wouldn't be so polite as to knock on the door.

So...

"Katarina?" Chen Ce placed his hand on the doorknob of the secret passage, but did not open it immediately.

Then a familiar female voice came from behind the door. "It's me, Mr. Chen Ce."

The wooden door creaked open, revealing a girl with long red hair.

Katarina du Couteau, her sharp brown eyes still held that murderous glint.

"You've come just in time." Chen Ce glanced at the closed door behind him and shrugged.

"Someone wrote to tell me you were back." Katarina didn't stand on ceremony, walking out of the secret passage and sitting on the sofa. "Looks like you just got back too? Your timing is spot on."

"It's quite accurate," Chen Ce said helplessly.

Without a doubt, the only people who knew I was back were Syndra, Darius, and LeBlanc —that cunning old woman, of course.

She even calculated exactly how long she would be "busy" after she got home... What a terrifying old woman.

She's clearly still an old woman from Chu, yet she knows so much.

It seems she hasn't lived in vain all these years.

She's thoroughly mastered all the physiology textbooks.

"Now that you're back, shouldn't we move on to the next step?" Katarina asked again.

"Indeed." Chen Ce casually poured the other person a cup of tea.

"When?"

That's about it.

"What are you planning to do?"

"Do it positively."

"Front?"

"Um."

"That sounds really crude... simple and crude." Katarina leaned back, almost habitually surveying her surroundings—even though she had been here several times before.

"What about the Hand of Noxus? You've already secured his support?"

"Yes, just as planned." Chen Ce took the tea he had poured for her back and drank it himself—this young female assassin was too suspicious. "The balance of the Trifarix Council has quietly shifted; now we can act directly."

"You seem a little anxious?"

"I just don't want to waste time."

"Hmm... alright, so how do you plan to deal with Swain?" Katarina recalled her past assassination attempt... that failed attempt had left her with a bit of a psychological scar. "I mean... how do you plan to deal with his demonic powers?"

"There's absolutely no need to worry," Chen Ce chuckled. "Demons are indeed terrifying, but I have an even more terrifying helper—he'll be more than happy to help me deal with that demon."

"Who?"

"A lord from the Death Realm."

"The Death Realm...? Hmm..." Katarina tilted her head in confusion, but she didn't care too much about the question—she knew her place, and some things weren't worth pressing for answers to.

More concerning than that was something else. "Where's my father? You said you kept him in a very safe place, but that's been a long time."

"You want me to release him?" Chen Ce laughed again. "Aren't you afraid he'll frame you again?"

"No, not anymore." Katarina shook her head. "With your help, I have gained the support of most of the family members during this time, and I have practically taken control of the House Du Couteau."

"Including your mother and... Cassiopeia?"

"Them? They're far away in Shurima, they won't affect me... Why are you asking this?" Katarina was a little puzzled as to why the other person was specifically asking about these two.

"It's nothing, I'm just afraid that the bond of blood will make you soft-hearted." Chen Ce smiled and shook his head, only revealing a small part of the reason.

More importantly... it's because Cassiopeia is no ordinary person.

As Katarina's biological sister, she and Katarina took completely different paths— Katarina learned the ways of assassins from their father, while she learned the cunning of manipulating power from her mother.

Right now, she's probably just a beautiful but wicked woman with a vicious heart.

In a while... she'll probably turn into a "monster".

A monster that is half human and half snake.

Just like the legendary Medusa.

Of course, that's a story for another time.

"Release my father," Katarina said, unaware of the other person's thoughts, and steered the conversation back on track.

"Now?" Chen Ce asked casually.

"If you can."

"Hmm... that's fine too. You can come with me then."