-T-touch his legs?
Miss Nightingale couldn't understand how Jonas could say something so vulgar with that perfectly normal mouth of his. It was downright indecent, nothing like the behavior expected of a Conglomerate leader...! Though, on second thought, considering it was Jonas saying it, perhaps it wasn't all that surprising...
No, that wasn't right.
Nora shook her head, then gritted her teeth, seemingly ready to refuse him outright.
But the next moment, as though something had occurred to her, she reluctantly abandoned the idea.
She sat beside Jonas, her head turned away.
-Fine, touch them. It's not as if I'll lose a chunk of flesh over it.
Nora comforted herself with that thought while finding an excuse for her behavior.
-If I don't go along with him, who knows what Jonas will put me through next?
The young woman still vividly remembered that earlier "specialized training in Psionic Control."
During that period, Miss Nightingale had worn Cat Ears and a Cat Tail for several days straight. Whenever anyone came looking for her, she hadn't dared show herself, terrified they would see her in that humiliating state and add, "Well, well, if it isn't the famous [Nightingale]. Haven't seen you in a few days. Since when did you pick up this particular kink?"
If she actually heard something like that, she would probably lock herself in her room for days and nights.
Naturally, she was even less willing to fall into such an embarrassing situation now. After all, Miss Nora was now the head of the intelligence department, and in a sense, a key figure in the Alt Conglomerate. If anyone really saw her like that, how could she show her face as intelligence chief?
She wouldn't even have the confidence to speak in front of her own direct subordinates.
Thinking