Oswald had no choice but to set down his cane and cautiously reach out to massage her calves.
His movements were a little clumsy, as though he was afraid of pressing too hard.
With her eyes closed, Ririko said, "Put some effort into it."
Oswald nodded, blushing, and thought this was what he deserved-no, what he ought to do.
Reclining in the massage chair, Ririko watched Oswald diligently massage her calves with his eyes lowered. She had never expected one of his campaign posters to give her a chance to escape the League of Shadows.
That lousy place had no hot water, no good food, and hideous clothes. Another day trapped there and she probably would have gone insane.
She reached out and stroked his hair. "All right, stop."
Oswald looked up. "Are you uncomfortable?"
Ririko shook her head. "How much longer is the flight?"
Oswald glanced at the screen in the cabin. "Another hour."
"That should be enough."
With a seductive smile, Ririko hooked his tie with her toes and pulled him toward her.
Oswald leaned forward along her long legs, his gaze drawing ever closer to the spot that made him blush.
She reached out and tipped up his chin, brushing her fingertips over his lips, which still held a trace of resentment.
"You know what to do, don't you..." she said in a beguiling voice.
Oswald's eyes widened slightly. His lashes fluttered like a little bird beating its wings, then slowly lowered.
For the rest of the flight, the entire crew crammed into the tiny lounge in the forward cabin like a flock of caged quails. None of them dared go out and interrupt.
Everyone knew Oswald's temper. With him now tumbling around with a gorgeous woman, anyone who dared interrupt might get thrown straight out