"Touching a princess like that…" Stacia muttered under her breath, eyes narrowed in accusation. "Looks like the rumors about you were true, Senior. You really have no shame."
"You said not to hold back, right?"
"That's not what I was talking about!"
Only five minutes had passed, yet Stacia was already slumped on the snowy grass, flushed and dazed.
Her hands clutched her chest as she struggled to control her breathing, soft huffs escaping her lips like mist in the cold air.
Her legs trembled, and her usually composed expression was utterly shattered into a blend of confusion, embarrassment, and frustration.
And all this was my fault.
Well… partly.
I didn't expect the mana residual massage technique Master Beon had taught me would affect her this much.
When he first used it on me, I barely felt a thing—though he did yell at me afterward, saying I had the "mana constitution of a damned rock."
Now I understood why he called me absurd.
