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Crystal could feel Emilia's body freeze under her palms, and she felt her own blood go cold in terror. 'O-Oh no… what have I…?'
But just as she was about to despair, Emilia… continued massaging her legs, as if nothing happened.
The blonde girl gulped. In her terror, she hadn't dared to move at all. Needless to say, her hands were still firmly on Emilia's soft butt, and she could feel how luxurious the sensation was every time the girl moved to massage her legs.
Having expected either scorn or at least a scolding for being naughty, Crystal couldn't believe her luck at all.
Just what was Emilia thinking? Did she think she was just bored, and felt that it was a good place to put her hands? Did she really not realize what kind of implication allowing such an action had?
