Tokyo Soft Rice King.

In his hands, the beautiful feet of the Purple Palace were like a stress-relieving artifact; while playing with them, his mood soared.

And now, he's come up with a new 'way to play'.

"Oh, so that's one way to say it..."

Kuroba Akira first put down Murasaki's foot, then turned his back to her, then grabbed Murasaki's ankle again, lifted it up to his shoulder in one go, and carried her calf directly, then let her foot step on the back of his shoulder.

It's a bit like carrying a sedan chair, but what's being lifted is Murasaki no Miya's feet.

"ah!"

Murasaki was startled and fell backward, but her innate balance and flexibility helped her regain her footing.

"Oh, sorry, I should have said hello. Did you bump your head?"

With her hands behind her back, Murasaki raised her upper body and asked, looking quite embarrassed.

"No...but, wise ruler...this is..."

"This way, I can give you a foot massage while relieving the stiffness in my shoulders, killing two birds with one stone, right?"

To put it simply, it's a back massage while seated, but without putting the whole body weight on it, so it's just using Murasaki no Miyako's feet as a massage gun.

"Um...but..."

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No...it's alright, Your Majesty, please continue..."

That's what she said, but Murasaki no Miyako couldn't help but groan inwardly: This position is too embarrassing!

Although she wasn't wearing a skirt and didn't have to worry about exposing herself, this "showing off the floor plan" pose still made Murasaki-no-miya so embarrassed that she wanted to cover her face with her hands.

This is practically like a wise ruler using his ankle as a car handle...

Fortunately, the wise ruler had his back to him... He probably knew that facing him would be awkward, so he turned away. What a gentleman...

But Murasaki couldn't help but imagine the scene of Akira inserting the car key into the ignition and starting the car... Murasaki's body cooperated by simulating this fantasy into reality.

In that instant, all ten toes of Murasaki curled up, and the foot pressing against Kuroba Akira's shoulder straightened, giving Kuroba Akira an extremely strong push-back sensation. At the same time...

The car is leaking oil.

Chapter 101 Having me by his side is enough for him

Kuroba Akira was suddenly nudged on the shoulder. Feeling puzzled, he turned around to look.

As soon as he turned his head thirty degrees, Murasaki no Miyako's foot pressed against his face and the side of his nose... This time, he really got his face stepped on by a beautiful girl.

And unexpectedly, I also smelled the scent of her feet. There was a hint of sweat, but more of the smell of silk fabric and shower gel... The three mixed together created an alluring fragrance... Is this the scent of a beautiful girl's feet?

This does make one want to try it... Oh no, XP seems to be evolving incorrectly.

Murasaki no Miyako warned him as she pushed his face back with her toes.

"You can't turn back now!"

"what happened?"

"Wise ruler... are you truly unaware of my current posture, or are you pretending not to know?"

Kuroba Akira imagined Murasaki's current posture, which was probably similar to the posture of a baby when changing diapers, and it was indeed a bit embarrassing to be seen in public.

"Uh... okay, I was being presumptuous..."

"It's good that you know... Wise ruler, just continue doing what you're supposed to do."

What should I do? A foot massage?

She herself said so... so let's continue.

Kuroba Akira grabbed Murasaki's foot with his other hand and pressed down on the sole of her foot with his thumb.

Murasaki covered her mouth with both hands; she was about to burst out making a sound.

I only meant to prevent him from turning back, but because I said the wrong thing, things are about to get even worse!

Murasaki no Miyako is no longer at the point of needing a diaper change; even the super short tights of her gymnastics uniform have a few dark spots... Although it's something that wouldn't be seen if she closed her legs, with her legs wide open now, he could see it if he turned around!

But I can't appear too flustered... otherwise it will arouse his suspicion. I must stay calm now... um... calm down... ah!

She tried her best to keep the sound from escaping her lips, but the price was tears welling up in her eyes and the dark stains on her tight pants spreading further.

"Hmm... let's leave it at that for now."

Because pressing the soles of the feet with the arms raised and the hands behind the back was a very awkward posture, Kuroba Akira didn't press for too long.

Finally, after tapping his shoulder with Murasaki's heel, Kuroba Akira got up from his seat, allowing Murasaki to put her legs down.

"Can I turn back now?"

"………………That's enough……"

Why does it sound like a deflated voice?

Kuroba Akira turned around and saw that Murasaki Nyanko had also sat up, hugging her white-stockinged legs, curling her body into a ball, and burying her head in her knees.

Uh, how did you become withdrawn?

"If I hurt you, you should have said so."

"It's not pain... I just..."

Murasaki no Miyako froze because she realized that her school uniform had just been washed again, and the middle of her gymnastics uniform had been dyed from light blue to dark blue, leaving her with no pants to change into.

The reason she hugged her knees and curled her body into a ball was to completely cover her triangle area and prevent Kuroba Akira from discovering anything.

Murasaki looked up and saw Kuroba Akira with a complaining expression that said, "How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me?" This made Murasaki feel even more annoyed.

How am I supposed to explain this?!

Am I supposed to tell you... that I got 'Iku' just from having my feet massaged...?

Even Murasaki no Miyako herself felt that she was really too shameless, simply infatuated... um... I can't admit it!

It's just that my feet are a little sensitive!

Moreover, Murasaki knew that, given the Emperor's personality, if he really found out, he would definitely never massage her feet again...

No, I don't want that either.

Therefore, at this moment, Murasaki could only pretend to be unreasonable to avoid Kuroba Akira asking further questions.

"Never mind... anyway, you don't understand anything, Mingjun..."

Looking at the sullen palace, Kuroba Akira was full of questions.

Huh? Why did my mood score drop instead?

Which part of the process went wrong?

Didn't Murasaki enjoy foot massages quite a bit? Why is she suddenly unhappy about it?

Was it a problem with the posture? Did it embarrass her?

Damn it... It's showing me a numerical value! Or even a prompt that reflects the other person's inner thoughts would be fine!

I really don't understand girls' thinking!

Kuroba Akira put his hands on his hips, lowered his head, and sighed deeply.

He decided that he should stop trying to curry favor with her and wait for Zizhigong to approach him first before serving her, so that he would definitely not make a mistake.

Actually, Murasaki no Miyako wasn't really being difficult; she just wanted to wait for her leggings to dry naturally, until the difference in color was no longer noticeable, so that she could move around again.

So, let's just say something to pass the time. With that thought, Murasaki no Miyako started the conversation again.

"Speaking of which... Akira, I ran into Haruka Tomita when I went for my morning run this morning."

"Oh? Ah, it's that big... jogging girl, what's wrong?"

She asked me, "Why haven't you been going for your morning run lately?"

"Oh, then you can tell her for me that I'm very busy lately and don't have time to go for a morning run."

Kuroba Akira hasn't been going for morning runs lately, mainly because he's been spending his mornings working on his manuscripts.

“That’s what I said, and then she asked me if I would stop coming to run in the morning. I told her I wasn’t sure and I would have to come back and ask her… so now I’m just asking about your plans.”

"Once I'm done with this busy period, I'll probably continue my morning runs. Actually, I haven't run in the past week, and I feel like my body is starting to rust. I still need to keep exercising."

"I see... then I'll just tell her that next time I see her."

"Ah."

However, Akira Kuroba was also a little surprised that Haruka Tomita would specifically come to inquire about his situation.

Could it be that, just as she looked forward to seeing her swaying Leilei every day, she also looked forward to seeing her?

But what's so interesting about my body... could it be that I have a huge lump?

Kuroba Akira wasn't unaware of the possibility that Tomita Haruka had a crush on him, but rationally he thought the possibility was so small as to be negligible, and one shouldn't be delusional.

On the one hand, it's because Kuroba Akira's looks aren't handsome enough to make young girls fall in love at first sight. Even without speaking, Kuroba Akira's looks are only 75 points, barely reaching the watershed of being a handsome guy.

On the other hand, it's because his interactions with Haruka Tomita were so few that they were practically nonexistent.

They even run on different routes, and can only meet briefly when they reach the vicinity of the bridge, where they merely nod to each other.

If you're a running buddy who runs together every day, there might be a chance that feelings might develop... but we only recently started exchanging names, so where are the elements for a romantic relationship to develop?

But if he knew about the other conversation between Murasaki no Miyako and Tomita Haruka, he probably wouldn't think that way.

In fact, Haruka Tomita asked Murasaki a third question, which was... what was her relationship with Akira Kuroba.

At the time, Murasaki said they were just friends, but after seeing Tomita Haruka's bright smile, a dark feeling suddenly welled up in her heart, and she added, "We live together now, and we even sleep in the same room."

Then Murasaki saw Tomita Haruka's smile freeze, then turn bitter, and finally turn away as if she had lost her soul.

Watching her departing figure, Murasaki felt no guilt, but rather a sense of exhilaration, as if an obstacle had been cleared away.

There's no need for the wise ruler to know about this... he has no obligation to know.

The wise ruler is very busy right now and has no time to be distracted by such matters; I am merely handling 'trivial matters' for him...

Moreover, in the end, I only need a woman who can give a wise ruler 'that kind of smile'.

A second one is not needed.