Those Legs Are Worth a Year (Continued)

"And then... stockings..."

Artoria frowned. She only wanted to directly knead Aya's skin; stockings were truly unnecessary.

Yet when she actually touched them, Artoria realized just how foolish she had been.

"What is this feeling...?"

They were clearly just fabric!

That was right—compared to Aya's skin, they were obviously ordinary fabric, so why...

The black stockings clung tightly to Aya's legs. When lightly stroked, her skin's elasticity pushed back against Artoria's palm, and filtered through that thin layer of silk, that elasticity took on an especially terrifying charm.

"How is this done? Is it magic?" Artoria wondered. Should I try wearing these things called stockings too?

She had originally intended to take the stockings off, but now she felt it would be better to leave them on.

"Artoria... don't touch my stockings..." Aya pleaded softly.

"Why not?"

"Because... because... I'm sweating..." Aya covered her reddened face. This time, it was red from embarrassment.

Because of the incense, Aya's body temperature had risen, and naturally, she had begun to sweat a great deal.

Fabric absorbed sweat.

"Oh?" Artoria smiled faintly, then began stroking Aya's calf even more brazenly. Aya's embarrassed expression seemed to be seasoning, making the main course only more delicious.

Moreover, Aya's sweat had no particular smell. Instead, it carried a floral fragrance—perhaps that naturally alluring quality was also a talent of the Mother Goddess of Life.

"You'll have to put up with my selfishness." Artoria smiled, then lifted one of Aya's legs.

The stockings Aya wore today were split-toe stockings, with all five toes separated. Since Aya's toes were beautifully shaped, they suited this kind of stocking perfectly.

Grasping Aya's foot with both hands, Artoria began kneading it.

"Eek, the sole of my foot is so ticklish... It feels so strange..."

"Prepare yourself. I'm not letting you go."