Chapter 93

“Only a divine being could hold back like this.”

Today, Ivyst wasn’t wearing stockings, just her bare feet in high heels.

Staring at those long, slender legs in front of him, Lynn felt even more pressure.

As a man with normal biological desires, it was perfectly normal to accidentally touch something and get a little excited, right?

But clearly, this crazy woman didn’t see him as a man at all.

Otherwise, how could she so readily accept his invitation for today’s date?

Lynn sighed internally, reminding himself this was all part of the plan.

Then, under the curious and embarrassed gazes of the surrounding staff, he slowly crouched down and reached for Ivyst’s ankle.

Her ankle was delicate, and the skin was smooth, only a tender touch could be felt upon contact.

“…”

Ivyst stared at him expressionlessly, as if she didn’t feel shy about such physical contact.

Or maybe she was just incapable of feeling such emotions?

Lynn applied a slight force with his right hand, gently lifting her calf, and pulled the heel of her shoe.

With a “pop,” a soft, fair little foot appeared before him.

Maybe it was because Ivyst was just too powerful, all essence of life had transformed, lacking the normal human metabolism.

Regardless, Lynn could even smell a faint rose fragrance, utterly amazed in his heart.

For those foot fetishists, anyone who could resist the urge to lick these feet would truly be divine.

But unfortunately, Lynn wasn’t a foot fetishist.

Even after swallowing several times, he obediently slipped the semi-transparent crystal high heels onto her feet.

Then, he repeated the actions once more.

After doing all that, looking at Ivyst now wearing new heels, Lynn let out a sigh of relief.

“Your Highness, all set.”

Ivyst frowned at the crystal heels on her feet and said flatly, “Really ugly.”

However, she still stood up and walked out of the store without looking back.

Lynn hurriedly paid the bill and grabbed the black heels Ivyst had taken off, chasing after her.

Their second stop was a local specialty restaurant in Orlen City.

This restaurant wasn’t fancy, but it had a high foot traffic, and at lunchtime, it was mostly filled.

In a corner, Ivyst sat with her arms crossed and legs crossed at a somewhat worn round wooden table, looking at Lynn across from her.

Her expression was even gloomier.

A moment later, two plates of fragrant stewed meat were brought to the table, served with a plate of slightly hard rye bread.

“I really want to strangle you right now.”

Ivyst’s tone grew icier.

Clearly, she didn’t expect this guy to be so audacious.

How dare he bring her—a being of such high status—to a commoner’s restaurant she wouldn’t even look at otherwise?

“Your Highness, why not give it a try?” Lynn offered her a spoon, “This is a restaurant I frequently visited when I was exiled to Orlen City.”

Even by his past life’s standards, it was quite good.

Saying that, he scooped a spoonful of the stewed meat into his mouth.

“I’ve never shared utensils with anyone.” Ivyst coldly stared at him, “Besides, to me, this stuff is no different than dog food.”

“Cough cough.”

Just a couple of chews in, and Lynn choked, turning his head aside to cough.

Upon seeing this, Ivyst suddenly seemed to remember something, her eyes slightly brightening, the cold expression softening just a bit, and a mischievous smile gracing her lips.

When Lynn finally caught his breath and looked back at the plate, he found his spoon had vanished.

“Open your mouth.”

He looked up to find Ivyst with one hand propping up her chin and the other holding a spoon full of broth and stewed meat right up to his face.

Her gaze was filled with curiosity, and he couldn’t tell what was going through her mind.

Considering Ivyst’s earlier “dog food” comment, Lynn immediately understood her intention.

His expression darkened.

Calm down. This was still part of the plan.

He just had to treat her like a tender girlfriend feeding him.

Imagine Ivyst, like a little bird, leaning against him, pitifully calling him “Lynn brother,” while nestling into his arms.

Snapping back to reality, Lynn realized he had unconsciously leaned forward and eaten from the spoon.

“Good doggy.”

Ivyst squinted her eyes and gently patted his head.

After leaving the restaurant, the sky began to darken.

They hadn’t walked far down the street when Ivyst suddenly stopped, “I’m hungry, get me something to eat.”

Not again, are you playing with me?

Lynn was dumbfounded.

Though he was complaining internally, he obediently ran to the nearby bakery and bought a freshly baked butter croissant.

“Your Highness, here.”

!?

He presented the paper bag-wrapped bread to Ivyst.

To his surprise, this woman didn’t even want to take it, lightly saying, “Hold it higher.”

So, Lynn held the croissant up to her lips.

Ivyst slightly bowed her head, brushed aside her long hair, and coldly opened her red lips, taking a small bite from the center of the croissant.

For some reason, Lynn found this scene quite suggestive.

“Tastes terrible.”

After swallowing the food in her mouth, Ivyst’s gaze swept past him, coldly critiquing.

Alright then.

You’ve got big boobs, so I guess you get to say what’s what.

Lynn shrugged, preparing to find a place to throw it away.

After all, he had been force-fed two plates of stewed meat and two pieces of bread in the restaurant, and his stomach was already bursting.

Thinking about it, whether it was being fed by Ivyst earlier or feeding her now, these were things only couples did.

But with this woman’s unusual approach, it turned into a bizarre experience.

There was nothing romantic or enchanting about it; instead, it felt extremely unpleasant.

This was something only she could pull off.

Just as Lynn turned around, he heard Ivyst speak again, “What are you going to do?”

“Uh, throw it away?”

Lynn raised the paper bag to signal.

The temperature around them dropped instantly.

Ivyst stood there, her expression suddenly turning eerily cold, “Are you saying… what this princess has eaten is garbage?”

Yikes.

Now that’s a unique perspective, Your Highness!

Even Lynn had to give her a mental thumbs-up.

Following her terrifying gaze, he told himself this was an indirect kiss while resisting his bloated belly to finish the croissant.

But it seemed like she didn’t care about that at all.

“Where to next?”

“Um, the circus?”

“Childish.”

Ten minutes later.

As Lynn watched Ivyst silently enjoying the performance, he couldn’t help but smile internally, feeling like he had finally gotten one over on this woman.

“Your Highness, what do you think? The show is quite interesting, right?”

“You, go up and switch places with that lion, and perform a fire ring jump for me.”

“.I take it back.”