Don't think you're kindly reminding others! You're also a hiding character now, you white-haired one!

On the surface, Shami slowly forced a smile.

"Of course, but..."

"I know, in the adult world, there's no such thing as free."

Seeing Shami willing to help, the purple-haired girl got excited and interrupted Shami.

Shami's expression became awkward.

There are already two people here, don't do anything weird, dragon maiden!

"All the prize money I won in the tournament can be given to Shami."

Upon hearing this, Shami breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems the Dragon Race Maiden is still relatively normal.

"It's fine. We're all on the same side, so of course, I'd help."

"Then can you do a small favor?"

The Dragon Race Maiden looked at Shami with a bit of nervousness.

"What favor?"

"Um... Do you remember the last massage, Shami?"

The Dragon Race Maiden squeezed her legs together, her little face slightly flushed with embarrassment.

The Magical Girl in the cabinet and the white-haired girl under the desk both went silent, curiosity rising. The white-haired girl looked up at Shami with a face of [munching on something, but if it turns sour Shami is doomed].

"Ah, ah, ah. That was a very pure and brief massage with not a trace of indecency, what about it?"

Shami awkwardly replied.

The Dragon Race Maiden's heart was a bit unsettled, unable to explain what exactly happened.

Last time, after Shami massaged her little feet by the lake, she was immersed in a strange state, and that night when she went to sleep, dragon scales occasionally automatically appeared on her skin.

For the next day or two, her entire body would occasionally feel hot, like a seed about to sprout underground, feeling like her body was about to explode or something about to grow.

After a few days, her body returned to normal.

But now, recalling that sensation, the purple-haired girl still wants Shami to recreate it, to get to the truth.

She looked around, ensured the office was empty, and quietly opened her little mouth.

"How about we try again?"

Anywhere else would work, but this is not the time to massage feet – people are hiding behind and underneath, what if they see?

While Shami was hesitating, a light sound came from the table, and the white-haired girl hiding under the desk felt something being placed overhead.

After taking off her boots, the purple-haired girl placed her feet in black thigh-high stockings on the desk.

"Then please go ahead..."

"I haven't even agreed yet, and you already took off your shoes?"

Shami looked at the pair of feet on the desk, carrying the maiden's scent mixed with a faint school shoe smell, entering a dilemma.

He originally thought such difficult choices would only occur in the ultimate battle with humans, choosing between protecting his home's crystal or organizing one final charge, yet now a similar level of struggle is happening over whether to massage the purple-haired girl!

"Shami... or is it inconvenient like this, should I move the chair over to you?"

The purple-haired girl's cheeks were slightly flushed, feeling the posture was a bit indecent, but thinking that only she and Shami knew, she found it acceptable.

"No way! Just stay like this."

Shami firmly refused to let the purple-haired girl come over, gently moving the chair forward.

"Then let me try again."

"Alright..."

Shami offered his hands.

Inside the cabinet, the Magical Girl propped her hands on the inside of the door, afraid of being too bold, only opening a tiny half-centimeter space to peek into the office.

But from this angle, she could only see Shami sitting very upright and Lina hugging her knees under the desk, unable to see what Shami and Elze were really doing.

Ah, this damned composition!

The Magical Girl had already forgotten she hadn't put on her Mage's Skirt, her pitch-black eyes fully focused.

Under the desk, the white-haired girl gradually felt something was off.

Wait, what Elze put on the desk were feet, right?

What is Shami leaning in for, licking them?

Don't do this in the office! The office is for work, not for this kind of thing! Why does she have to experience this from such an angle? Isn't she the one who should be getting licked by Shami!

The white-haired girl's face gradually darkened.

Shami didn't quite understand why the purple-haired girl was pursuing this.

Could it be that massages feel really good? —Looking at the purple-haired girl's expression.—It must be.

With her waist pressed against the chair back, the purple-haired girl was somewhat limp, her legs slightly trembling, a visible blush on her little face, gently nibbling on her finger.

Though the soles of the feet have many acupoints, massaging the little feet can benefit many parts of the body, promoting blood circulation, relieving fatigue, enhancing sleep and metabolism, regulating organ functions, among others.

But what's with the purple-haired girl's odd expression?

Shami looked carefully, and dragon scales gradually appeared on the snow-white skin of the Dragon Race Maiden, from her little feet, up her legs, to her exquisite face, seemingly covered by a thin layer of dragon scales.

The purple-haired girl felt her body heating up, the flow of blood in her veins accelerated. She seemed to feel the movement of her blood, the slight activity of her bone marrow, and increasing heat rising from her soles up, rushing to her abdomen and then into her brain.

Gradually, Elze felt her head swell, as if about to explode.

"Some... something's coming out, Shami..."

"It's coming out..."

Elze breathed heavily, words mixed with exhalation sound.

In the cabinet, the Magical Girl almost pushed the door open.

Under the desk, the white-haired girl widened her eyes in disbelief.

Shami was also stunned, his hands frozen on the purple-haired girl's feet in black stockings.

"Wait, we're just massaging, Elze. Maybe I applied too much pressure, but you don't need to use this kind of language to defame a pure foot therapist!"

Already sensing the strange looks from the Magical Girl and the white-haired girl!

"No, don't stop, please, Shami..."

The purple-haired girl pleadingly looked at Shami, her eyes full of request.

Though Shami didn't understand, judging by the Dragon Race maiden's expression, whose skin was almost entirely covered in dragon scales, exuding a strange power, he felt he had to continue misunderstanding.

Shami worked hard with his hands.

"A-a bit more force..."

"Go faster, faster..."

The Dragon Race Maiden felt the changes in her body. In the last moment, her slightly parted lips let out very small but non-human sounds.

Dragon roar.

"Co-coming out! From the head, it's coming out!"

The Dragon Race Maiden's entire body tightened, grasped the chair beside her. In Shami's fixed gaze, a pair of moose-sized antlers grew out from the sides of her head.

Slumping in the chair, the Dragon Race Maiden stroked the fine dragon horns on her head after a moment, dumbfoundedly looking at Shami.

"Is this... dragon horns?"

You don't know either? Turns out what's coming out are dragon horns! How could dragon horns be massaged out through the soles? The arrangement of Dragon Race bodies is suspect!

Shami wanted to complain but finally offered an affirming response.

"Yes, that's the effect of Demon Lord massage."

The white-haired girl breathed a sigh of relief.

At least it wasn't an office play.

The Magical Girl breathed a sigh of relief.

They were actually studying Dragon Race's body structure?

Shami breathed a sigh of relief.

The Demon Lord returned from the brink of death at the hands of two Demon Envoy maidens lurking behind and below.

"So I have dragon horns too?"

Elze still dumbfoundedly touched her horns.

Just then, a voice came from outside.

"Shami, are you there? It's quite noisy, are you singing inside?"

The Elf Maiden's agile voice came through.

Three maidens were simultaneously startled.

The main character is here!!!

"Why did Lureya come?"

"Ah~ feels like I'm used to this..."

Shami numbed for a while, seeing the Dragon Race Maiden starting to find a place to hide, tensing up again.

The small office already held no place to hide.

But the Dragon Race maiden wasn't overly panicked.

She retracted her feet, put on her boots, skillfully pressed herself against a wall.

She and Shami's office massage couldn't be known by anyone else, especially Lureya.

"Shami, don't tell I was here."

The Dragon Race maiden glanced at Shami, activated her chameleon ability, blending with the wall color.

"Is this the real use of chameleon ability?!"

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