Chapter 19
Chapter 19: The Gradually Tightening String
Xien was stunned for a moment, then felt his scalp tingling. He didn’t know whether he should comply, but Cynthia’s gaze made it impossible for him to refuse.
He took a deep breath, slowly walked to Cynthia, squatted down, and his fingers trembled slightly as they touched her stockings.
Cynthia’s skin transmitted a warm sensation through the stockings, and Xien’s fingers involuntarily trembled.
He carefully began to remove her stockings, his movements clumsy and slow, as if completing an extremely difficult task.
Cynthia watched his nervous appearance and couldn’t help but laugh softly.
“Xien, you’re really interesting.”
She said in a low voice, her eyes flashing with playful light.
Xien’s face became even redder. He didn’t dare look up at Cynthia, only continuing to focus on the task at hand. His heart was filled with complex emotions—nervousness, embarrassment, and even a hint of hidden anticipation.
He didn’t know what would happen tonight, but he was clear that there was no turning back.
Xien stood in front of Cynthia, his heartbeat pounding like drums against his chest.
His fingers trembled slightly, and when his fingertips touched Cynthia’s ankle, it felt like an electric current running up his arm to his heart.
Cynthia’s skin transmitted warmth through the black stockings, delicate and soft, carrying a heart-stopping temptation.
“Begin.”
Cynthia’s voice was low with a hint of laziness, her gaze staring directly at Xien as if appreciating his every subtle reaction.
Xien took a deep breath, trying to stop his hands from trembling.
He squatted down, his fingers gently grasping the edge of the stockings, slowly sliding them down.
The stocking material was smooth and elastic, gradually sliding down Cynthia’s calf with his movements.
His movements were clumsy and slow, as if completing an extremely difficult task.
Cynthia’s legs were long and well-proportioned, her skin white as jade, gleaming with a delicate luster under the light.
As the stockings slid down, her skin gradually became exposed to the air, carrying a breathtaking beauty.
Xien’s breathing became rapid, his fingers involuntarily pausing, as if shocked by the scene before him.
“Continue.”
Cynthia’s voice carried a commanding tone, her gaze still tightly locked on Xien’s face, as if appreciating his embarrassment.
Xien’s throat moved, and his fingers began moving again.
His fingertips lightly slid over Cynthia’s calf, feeling the delicacy and warmth of her skin.
His movements became more careful, as if handling a precious treasure.
The stockings gradually slid to her knee, and Xien’s fingers accidentally touched the inside of her knee. Cynthia’s body trembled slightly, letting out a soft hum.
“Mm…”
Cynthia’s voice was low with a hint of pleasure, and her gaze toward Xien became somewhat hazy.
Whether it was the feeling brought by skin contact and mental soothing, or whether Cynthia gained satisfaction from Xien’s careful service.
Originally, she just wanted to give Xien a little sweetness, to make him uninterested in women other than herself.
Now it seemed to have somewhat deviated from the intended track.
Xien’s face instantly turned bright red, his fingers involuntarily trembling.
He didn’t dare look directly at Cynthia’s gaze, only focusing all his attention on his hand movements while mentally chanting.
Women are all pickled chicken feet, women are all pickled chicken feet, women are all pickled chicken feet.
Xien’s heartbeat accelerated as if it would jump out of his chest.
Finally, Xien’s fingers moved away from Cynthia’s legs. The pair of black thigh-high stockings had been carefully folded by him and placed on the nearby sofa.
His face was still as red as a ripe apple, as if it would drip water with a gentle squeeze.
The scene before him was too tempting—Cynthia’s long legs were bare in the air, her skin white as jade, with lines so beautiful they were breathtaking.
Xien tried to control his breathing, attempting to calm himself down.
He had to steady his mind, otherwise, if he relaxed even slightly, he might completely lose himself in this ambiguous atmosphere.
Cynthia sat on the sofa, slightly tilting her head to watch Xien’s reaction, the corner of her mouth curving in a satisfied smile.
Her intention was to first pressure Xien a little, give him some stress, then give him some sweetness, like training a dog, making him gradually dependent on her, ultimately becoming her loyal slave, forever tied to her side.
But this was also her first time having a male provide such intimate service for her. Though she appeared composed on the surface, she was actually somewhat embarrassed inside, just completely covered by the influence of mental soothing.
However, she was very clear that Xien was the most important piece in her path to achieving her goals. No matter what the cost, she had to firmly control him.
“Well done.”
Cynthia used her hand to support her head, looking down at Xien like a queen on high.
Xien kept his head down, not daring to look directly into Cynthia’s eyes.
His heartbeat was still ridiculously fast, his mind constantly replaying the scene from just now. He repeatedly told himself not to be deceived by Cynthia’s beauty and temptation.
At the same time, Cynthia was also enduring.
Xien’s mental soothing ability was an irresistible temptation for her. Deep in her heart, she longed for more intimate physical contact with him.
However, she also realized that if things continued to develop, it might exceed her control.
She was a high-ranking saint with a noble identity. If she really had an irreversible relationship with a commoner male, her status and reputation might be seriously affected.
Just as Cynthia was feeling conflicted, Xien had already folded her two black stockings and placed them on the sofa.
His gaze wandered left and right, not knowing where to look, appearing somewhat at a loss.
Cynthia saw his reaction and felt somewhat relieved, thinking that control was still firmly in her hands, and she could maintain proper boundaries with Xien.
“Xien, help me undress. I want to bathe.”
Cynthia stood up, still using a commanding tone, but her voice was much gentler than usual.
Xien’s face immediately turned several shades redder.
He hadn’t expected things to develop to this point, but since they had reached this stage, he had no way back.
If he wanted to firmly control Cynthia, he had to establish an unbreakable intimate relationship with her, making her view him as the only irreplaceable existence.
Only this way could he turn the tables in the future and control Cynthia instead.
Xien took a deep breath. He walked to Cynthia, reaching out to unbutton her uniform. His fingers trembled slightly, his movements appearing somewhat clumsy.
Cynthia’s uniform buttons were tight, and Xien’s fingers accidentally touched her chest. Both of their bodies trembled slightly.
“Don’t dawdle.”
Cynthia’s voice carried some impatience, and her breathing became rapid.
Xien nodded, trying to calm himself down.
“Bang!”
His fingers gently grasped the button, just about to unfasten it when suddenly a loud explosion sounded in the distance.
Xien and Cynthia both froze, instinctively turning to look out the window.
They saw a raging fire burning somewhere in the distant residential area, flames reaching the sky, thick smoke billowing—clearly a major incident had occurred.
Cynthia’s eyes instantly became sharp, and she quickly returned to her usual state.
“Follow me. Let’s go see what happened.”
She quickly put on her shoes and grabbed a coat nearby.
Xien nodded, following Cynthia as they hurried out of the house.
As soon as they stepped outside, they saw Eileen from across the street. She had obviously also heard the explosion and was rushing out of her house, still holding a communicator.
“Eileen, immediately organize the knight order members and rush to the scene for support!”
Cynthia’s voice was calm and decisive, carrying her usual authority.
“Yes!”
Eileen nodded and left to carry out the order.
As she turned, her gaze inadvertently swept over Cynthia’s legs, noticing that when she had entered earlier, she was still wearing stockings, but now her legs were completely bare.
Eileen’s heart immediately surged with indescribable anger and jealousy, and she couldn’t help but imagine some inappropriate scenes.
She gritted her teeth and muttered softly, her gaze fixed deadly on Xien’s retreating figure, her communicator creaking in her grip.
“Could it be… that Lady Cynthia and this man did something?”