Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Makoto Haramura's hands didn't stop either; gently, as if handling a piece of porcelain, he helped Misaki Shokuhou take off her shoes.

What are the advantages of pure white stockings compared to black stockings?

Besides conveying a sense of abstinence and innocence, it also allows you to roughly see what's inside without taking off the stockings.

"Who told you not to listen to me?"

Holding Misaki Shokuhou's right foot in one hand, looking at the redness and swelling at her ankle, Makoto Haramura pursed his lips.

"How are you feeling? Does your sprained ankle hurt?"

"Hi--"

Makoto Haramura sighed, then sat down on the bench just like Misaki Shokuhou, and made Misaki Shokuhou turn her whole body over and place her two plump thighs covered in white stockings on his lap.

"Use your abilities to get rid of them all, and then I'll treat you."

No matter what, this is a small park in the bustling city center. There may not be a lot of people, but there are definitely not few either.

What he did just now was already his limit; he didn't want any other man to see what happened next.

"Okay."

Misaki Shokuhou didn't ask why. With her eyes curved like crescent moons, she skillfully took out a remote control from her handbag and dispersed everyone in the park.

"What's next?"

Misaki Shokuhou turned her head to look at him, her beautiful hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall.

"Do I need to take off my stockings?"

Misaki Shokuhou extended a slender, white finger and gently lifted one end of the spiderweb lace, revealing her fair, smooth thigh skin that shone like delicate ivory porcelain in the sunlight.

"Of course, I need to touch your injured skin first."

Makoto Haramura raised his eyebrows.

Misaki Shokuhou's eyebrows also rose; after what happened in the past two days, she was no longer the same person.

She suddenly stopped hooking her stockings and blinked her beautiful starry eyes.

"Why don't you take them off for me, Cheng?"

Are you sure you want me to take my clothes off?

Although Makoto Haramura used a question when he spoke, his actions were an absolute affirmation.

Even before he could speak, his large hand was already pressing down on Misaki Shokuhou's thigh.

What a joke!

He's a man who's now tasted the forbidden fruit, how could he possibly be overwhelmed by Misaki Shokuhou, this innocent yet feigningly charming little girl?

"Of course, helping your girlfriend take off her stockings is the highest honor for a boyfriend."

"So, could you please demonstrate your boyfriend skills to me, Cheng?"

Misaki Shokuhou was still putting on a brave face. Although her face was as red as a peach, she still gritted her teeth and said shyly to Makoto Haramura.

"Then I'm here."

Where Misaki Shokuhou had originally hooked up her stockings, Makoto Haramura took the initiative and reached out to hook up one side of her stockings.

The fabric rubbed against the skin, making a rustling sound.

Misaki Shokuhou's face grew increasingly red, so red it looked as if blood was about to drip from it.

Of course, Makoto Haramura didn't expect to torture Misaki Shokuhou so slowly, taking off her stockings at a snail's pace.

"Xiao Qi, your head is practically steaming!"

The stockings he took off were still carrying Misaki Shokuhou's scent, but Makoto Haramura didn't do anything perverted. Instead, he neatly folded them and put them in his pocket.

After all, Misaki Shokuhou would still need to wear the clothes after he finished treating her; he couldn't just throw them away.

"Hmph, you're the one who's talking! How's my leg?"

In response to Makoto Haramura's words, Misaki Shokuhou gave a soft snort, but the smugness in her tone was impossible to hide.

Generally speaking, what benefits do stockings offer to women?

Besides arousing visual attraction in men, stockings can also make women with unattractive leg shapes appear to have perfectly straight legs.

However, Misaki Shokuhou's legs are already considered to be perfectly shaped.

Her right leg, now free of white stockings, was straight and long, perfectly proportioned. It was so beautiful that adding or subtracting even a fraction of an inch would make it look too plump or too thin. Her snow-white thigh was as flawless as ivory, like the apple of Eden, exuding an alluring charm. Legs like this were simply breathtaking.

"It's beautiful. I'm surprised that she can maintain such a leg shape even though she doesn't do any physical exercise."

Makoto Haramura's rough fingertips gently glided over Misaki Shokuhou's fair thighs, and this strange sensation made Misaki Shokuhou shudder involuntarily.

However, Makoto Haramura did not continue to tease Misaki Shokuhou. Instead, he slid down and directly scooped up Misaki Shokuhou's delicate little feet in his hands.

"It's all thanks to Runzi."

Misaki Shokuhou blushed and murmured.

At that moment, a cool breeze suddenly blew by, and the ten toes, as delicate as cardamom buds, instinctively curled up in Haramura Makoto's palm, adding to their cuteness.

Makoto Haramura withdrew his gaze, supporting Misaki Shokuhou's heel with one hand and wrapping her toes with the other.

"Well--"

A low groan escaped her lips, and Misaki Shokuhou, whose face had been flushed with embarrassment, immediately frowned. "It hurts."

Makoto Haramura remained unmoved and said gently, "Just bear with it for a little while."

"It will be over soon. Can you feel a warm current now?"

From Misaki Shokuhou's position, she could perfectly capture Makoto Haramura's expression.

That's why she could see Makoto Haramura's focused and affectionate gaze.

She herself is the daughter of a chaebol, and those around her are also daughters of various chaebols.

Most of them eventually married partners chosen by their own families through arranged marriages.

Perhaps for some people, holding their wife's feet could be considered a kind of fun, but for others, it's probably something that will never happen in their lifetime.

"I...ah...I can feel it!"

She had only spoken halfway when she was interrupted by a tingling sensation in her feet, causing Misaki Shokuhou to let out a seductive moan.

"No... but it is indeed... much easier... How do you know this..."

"You know what my situation was like before, right? With that kind of training, muscle strains were a frequent occurrence. Back then, I didn't have much money, so I couldn't go to the hospital often. The saying 'long illness makes one a doctor' perfectly describes my situation."

As Makoto Haramura spoke, his hands never stopped moving.

When he was just starting to develop his muscles, the intensity of his daily training could only be described as terrifying.

While his strength has increased dramatically, he has also suffered from a wide variety of injuries.

At that time, he taught himself a set of massage and medicinal bath methods, which allowed him to grow up with few injuries.

The technique he's using on Misaki Shokuhou is the same one he used to massage himself. At the same time, he's also using magic to repair Misaki Shokuhou's body, which is why he asked her if she had any warm currents.

"……what!"

A charming and alluring vibrato escaped her lips, instantly turning the air pink.

"You've really gone through a lot of trouble..."

Misaki Shokuhou quickly covered her pink lips with her hand and began to breathe softly.

She was now incredibly grateful that she had listened to Makoto Haramura and driven away the other students from the park.

Otherwise, given her current appearance, it would be better if Haramura Makoto saw her, since he is her boyfriend.

But if outsiders see this, she'll lose all face.

"There's nothing hard about it."

"Who isn't working hard? Xiao Qi is working hard too!"

Upon entering this academy city, they were immediately confined to the research institute. Although they appeared to have freedom, they were actually shackled and even treated as research subjects, with their brains cut open and a portion of their brain tissue removed.

If it weren't for Misaki Shokuhou's own intelligence and her own planning, she would still be nothing more than a puppet.

Thinking of this, Makoto Haramura tightened his arm slightly.

"Ah...um..."

Another captivating and alluring tremolo escaped Misaki Shokuhou's lips.

He could clearly feel his little feet tense up in an instant, and then go limp.

To be honest, even he was a little tingly at Misaki Shokuhou's voice just now.

If I had to describe it, Misaki Shokuhou's voice just now sounded like the song of a siren.

The allure of that voice is so captivating that it can make most men fantasize simply by hearing it.

"Did you do that on purpose?"

Misaki Shokuhou covered her pink lips, her beautiful starry eyes filled with misty vapor, and her fair, jade-like cheeks were flushed with large patches of crimson.

How should I describe it?

Right now, she's like a flustered, embarrassed, and angry little kitten.

Actually, if it were like what happened just now, although it would be a bit uncomfortable and she might not be able to control herself from making noise, it would still be within her tolerance range.

But what happened just now was clearly different.

A warm current surged from her feet to her lower abdomen, and then flowed down from her lower abdomen.

That scalding sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

But she knew that her body was reacting to that slightly damp feeling.

Although she has never had a boyfriend, it doesn't mean she's ignorant about this kind of knowledge.

They were given a basic education in physiology and hygiene in Academy City.

That's why she felt so ashamed and indignant.

She felt that Misaki Shokuhou had done it on purpose, deliberately making her react that way to laugh at her.

"So what are you talking about?"

Makoto Haramura's reaction to Misaki Shokuhou's reaction was completely incomprehensible.

He took out Misaki Shokuhou's stockings from his pocket again and slowly put them on her.

Then he picked up Misaki Shokuhou's shoes from the ground and put them on her.

"Try it first, see if your foot is better."

Misaki Shokuhou glared fiercely at Makoto Haramura with her beautiful eyes, but without saying a word to him, she put her injured foot on the ground and then tried to take a few steps.

A look of surprise immediately appeared on Misaki Shokuhou's face.

"It actually got better."

"Otherwise what? Do you think I'm just kidding you?"

Makoto Haramura reluctantly stood up and followed Misaki Shokuhou.

Misaki Shokuhou then stomped her feet a few more times to make sure she was alright before taking Makoto Haramura's arm.

"Where are you going?"

Chapter 173 Swimming

"Xiao Qi, where's the bag you were carrying?"

Standing in front of the park's public restroom, Misaki Shokuhou, carrying the small bag she had just bought at the mall, left Makoto Haramura behind and went inside without looking back.

Speaking of which, he had just been wondering what Misaki Shokuhou had bought.

After all, this was when he was paying for Misaki Shokuhou's bill, and Misaki Shokuhou mysteriously disappeared. When he found her again, she had a bag in her hand.

Makoto Haramura originally intended to take it from Misaki Shokuhou and carry it for her, as always.

However, Misaki Shokuhou, contrary to her usual behavior, gripped the bag tightly, as if afraid that he could see through it and find out what was inside.