Yes, Lady Funina!

After all, if Yae no Miko asked Kage to give her the general's position for two days, she would only get a shoehorn in return, not a nod of agreement.

“Hmm…” Richard deliberately dragged out the last syllable.

Ying subconsciously held her breath, her jade hand unconsciously resting on her chest, her entire mind seemingly drawn away by Richard's words.

“Give me a lap pillow,” Richard said.

"No...deceive me?" Ying instinctively wanted to refuse, because she felt that Richard would first give an extremely unreasonable answer, and then give a relatively less unreasonable one.

But the reality is that Richard not only didn't make an extremely unreasonable request, but his request was actually surprisingly simple and extremely... well-intentioned?

As for a lap pillow, Ying would naturally accept it. In fact, even without the royal duel, she would agree to do it if Richard asked her to do so on a normal day.

"Is this not acceptable either?" Richard naturally noticed Ying's surprise, but still asked knowingly.

“It’s possible, but… is that all?” Ying hesitated for a moment before saying, “Is that all?”

"How about adding something else?" she asked. She'd actually raised the price herself! "Hmm, then give me a head massage," Richard said casually.

He hadn't intended to make things difficult for Ying, but he found Ying's hesitation unusual and couldn't resist teasing him a bit more.

But Richard didn't actually intend to do anything outrageous to the Shadow today.

Richard always had a sense of proportion in these matters, knowing exactly when to do this and when to do that, and he always had a method to it.

Some things that apply to Yae no Miko are not so suitable for Kage.

Compared to Yae no Miko's "playful" nature, Kage is actually more conservative overall.

The reason it's described as biased is that if Richard were to force the issue, Shadow would most likely choose to give in.

“Okay.” Ying agreed without hesitation when she heard that Richard had added a new service.

Although I felt Richard's request was too normal and therefore a bit abnormal, it's best not to act innocent after getting a good deal.

Ying walked to the bedside and sat down. After hesitating for a moment, she took off her wooden clogs, moved the pillows on the head of the bed, and sat on them.

"Stockings...should I take them off?" Ying asked almost involuntarily, her service attitude practically at its peak.

“No, please keep it!” Richard replied devoutly.

"Okay." For some reason, Ying felt her face getting hot, and she didn't dare to look at Richard anymore.

It was just a lap pillow, and I'd done it before, but this time it felt especially different.

Richard did as instructed, quickly and accurately finding a landing spot on the back of his head. This was a routine he had performed countless times.

Looking at the familiar, majestic oval mountain that blocked out half the sky, if Ying bent down even slightly, Richard's nose would collide with the mountain.

From Shadow's perspective, she couldn't see Richard's expression clearly, only the outermost part of his ear. Based on the ear and the warm touch on his thigh, Shadow could roughly deduce where Richard was lying.

Although she couldn't see Richard's face clearly, Shadow could clearly feel Richard's gaze, which seemed to carry heat, making Shadow's body feel hot wherever it passed.

"It's starting." Ying Qiang calmed himself down and told himself that this was just an ordinary lap pillow.

At most, it's just a complimentary massage service; there's nothing special about it, and it's no problem for her.

But it's clear that such a reason can convince anyone, except herself.

Ying knew very well why she had invited Richard to her place tonight, and she also understood what would happen between her and Richard after their lap pillow session.

Therefore, the knee pillows we use nowadays cannot be considered normal knee pillows at all. If we had to use a more specific and vivid term to describe them, it would be 'anterior XI'.

"Eek!" Ying suddenly exclaimed.

The reason for the movement was simple: Richard turned over, changing from lying flat to lying on his side.

The act of lying face up to the sky has been replaced by "facing the wall in reflection."

The hot breath brushed against her lower abdomen, and even through her clothes, Ying could feel that indescribable strange sensation.

This made Ying's originally plump legs even tighter, and her lower abdomen involuntarily contracted, while Ying's upright back also hunched slightly.

This bow was like the majestic mountain peak gently touching Richard's upward-facing ear, as if the fruit on the branches were bent low.

Ying, whose body was already tense and extremely sensitive, immediately sat up after being touched.

Because of the excessive force, it almost broke free of the kimono's restraints and swayed for a long time before finally stabilizing itself.

"Shadow?" Richard uttered a slightly puzzled sound with his eyes closed.

"N-nothing." Ying quickly regained her composure and placed her hand on Richard's head again.

After pressing for a while, Richard suddenly asked again:

Are your hands tired?

"It's alright." Ying was a little puzzled as to why Richard would ask that.

It was just a massage. Compared to her usual martial arts training, this level of work was hardly even exercise for her, let alone tiring.

"Was there something wrong with the pressure I applied?"

"This is not."

The pressure Ying applied was just right; it might not suit others, but it certainly suited Richard. 'So you mean…'

Richard didn't say anything, but simply reached out and climbed up Ying's waist, finally reaching her back and applying slight pressure.

Shadow obediently leaned forward slightly in response to Richard's force, and the result of this leaning forward naturally replicated the previous situation.

The fruits fall to the ground, and the branches sway gently.

The last time the branches were able to lift up, it was because there was no external force. However, this time it was different. Under the influence of external force, the branches did not lift up as expected.

Ying also vaguely understood Richard's meaning, and her fair cheeks instantly turned an indescribably rosy red.

It turns out this wicked guy wasn't worried about her hands getting tired; he just wanted to try a different massage tool!

Ying bit her lip, wanting to refuse the other party's request, but thinking that Richard had not made things difficult for her before, wouldn't it be a bit too unreasonable if she couldn't even do this small request?

Fortunately, Richard is currently lying on his side, not facing upwards. If it were just like this...

Shadow didn't speak, but responded to Richard's request with her actions.

This massage technique differs from traditional massage because it can only perform up-and-down movements, relying almost entirely on gravitational potential energy and its own elasticity for simple patting.

In terms of comfort alone, it is actually far less flexible and comfortable than using five fingers.

But... when you sacrifice something, you will inevitably gain something in return.

The comfort level may not be great, but the emotional experience is definitely top-notch.

Richard was at least very satisfied with the service; such a novel and unique 'lap pillow' was probably only something this guy could come up with.

And only Shadow would be willing to cooperate with Richard in doing so.

Hmm...maybe Clorinder would work too?

"Is it... all done?" Ying felt she was already at her limit.

Given her physical abilities, she could run from Inazuma to Fontaine and back without even breaking a sweat.

Even though it was just simple repetitive bending and twisting movements, it left her breathless.

"Can I change positions?" Richard not only refused to let Ying stop, but even asked her to turn her face up again.

If that were the case, things wouldn't be like they are now.

At that time, it will probably become a real 'facial cleanser'.

Just thinking about that scene made Ying's body go weak.

No, I absolutely cannot agree to that!

Ying thought to herself, but still watched as Richard slowly turned from lying on his side to lying on his back.

"Why aren't you moving?"

"Hmm..." Ying pursed her red lips, answering Richard's question with her actions.

This time, however, she didn't bend down. Instead, she pinched Richard's cheeks with her fingers and then gently pulled them outwards.

“Ugh, I don’t want this service,” Richard mumbled.

The images seemed to have found an outlet, and the person was no longer satisfied with pinching, but instead resorted to rubbing.

To be honest, perhaps because Richard is quite thick-skinned, the feel of the hand was surprisingly good, making Ying quite fond of it.

Richard wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he waited until the shadow was finished before saying quietly:

"You'll get complaints from customers if you do that."

"Then go ahead and complain," the shadowy voice said with a smile.

"Sigh, considering you're running a small business, I'll let the complaint slide, but I still have to get my money back."

Richard broke free from the lap pillow position and tackled the lap pillow master onto the bed.

Chapter 255 The Wound of the Shadow (Part 2)

Inside the Pure Land, on a pink mattress embroidered with foxes, Ying's dark purple, smooth hair was spread out in a fan shape, resembling a blooming lilac flower when viewed from above.

However, now a wicked bee is clinging to this delicate flower, using its proboscis to search for the stamen, trying to extract nectar from it.

Because she was wearing a kimono, Ying lay flat on the soft pink bed, her two high mounds spreading out slightly due to gravity.

However, the change was not significant because the soil on the hill itself was of good quality, firm yet springy, and the kimono also helped it maintain its perky shape.

This was all under the premise of no external intervention. When Richard placed his head between the two peaks, this delicate balance was completely destroyed.

The towering peaks were weighed down by heavy objects, and the dense forest made of clothing could not withstand the gushing white landforms. Between the mountaintops, two faint crimson halos could be seen.

However, Richard could not see any of this; he was exploring the bottom of the valley in that snow-white abyss.

Unfortunately, the valley has dried up, and even if you dig three feet into the ground, you can only touch the silk-like surface.

The mountain's owner had already reacted, using his arms to firmly grip the back of Richard's head, forcing Richard to bury his face deep in the ravine, unable to break free.

The situation had now changed to Richard above and Shadow below, their legs intertwined, arranged in a staggered pattern and pressed tightly together, like intertwined old tree roots.

Because the kimono worn by the shadow is not a regular kimono, but a modified one, it doesn't have the typical kimono's skirt. The skirt is very low with a large opening, allowing for a lot of room to move. Even doing big movements like the splits won't be a problem.

Of course, it's inevitable that you'll accidentally expose yourself when doing the splits.

Fortunately, in the Pure Land of the Heart, there are only Richard and Shadow, and whether or not they are exposed is something only the two of them know.

Between her thighs and hips, there was an area not covered by stockings. Her plump and firm thighs were dazzlingly white, and the slight tightness at the top of the stockings made it hard to look away.

Richard was too busy searching for nectar to look with his eyes, so he had to rely on his sense of touch to perceive it.

Ying felt the warmth covering her thigh. She pursed her red lips and, despite wanting to tolerate the other's presumptuous behavior, couldn't help but pull her hand out and place it on the large hand that was exploring her.

Therefore, at this moment, only one hand was left to hold Richard's head.

Similarly, Richard also had one hand free, but it wasn't idle for long. Everyone was busy, and whoever wasn't busy would be the most embarrassed.

Following her slender waist, Richard's free hand slipped between her body and the bed, and with a slight pull, Shadow's waist arched into a beautiful curve.

Richard's purpose was clearly not that. He just fumbled around for a bit and found the wide waistband. With a strong pull, the slipknot was untied.

The sash in the middle of a kimono is the key to the whole outfit. Once it is untied, the kimono will lose its original shape and become loose and baggy.

Even though Ying is just lying down now, you can clearly feel that her clothes are starting to loosen and lose their shape.

In an instant, she went from wearing a kimono to a yukata, or rather, the kind of yukata that's simply draped over her body.

Normally, when wearing a kimono, an inner lining is worn underneath, but clearly, the situation in this case is an exception.

Ying has her own understanding of clothing and has created her own unique style.

One distinctive feature.

"Clothes, clothes..." Ying's eyes were glazed over; she was no longer the composed woman she used to be.

Too many novel and exciting experiences constantly stimulated her brain, making it often slow to process signals from the outside world.

This slight delay left Shadow completely at Richard's mercy, unable to find any opening to retaliate. He could only passively defend, and his defenses were often ineffective, only managing to seal the breach after a wolf had already broken through.

The wolf is still inside!

After untying the corset, Richard's hand, which had been supporting Ying's waist, did not leave, but instead reached down, freely exploring her full and rounded breasts.

Upon discovering this, Ying immediately dispatched troops to provide support. The most direct consequence of this was that the higher-ups lost control, allowing Richard to raise his head.

The moment she looked up, the clothes that had been held up by the weight suddenly loosened and quickly crumbled under the slight trembling of Yingjiao's body.