Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)-Chapter 116: Shy Morvena

"So… did you tell your parents goodbye?"

"Yes," Morvena answers softly. "They were all very happy for me. And even though my demonic corruption has been revealed… under Your Highness's protection, I'll be able to live. And my parents will as well."

A small smile curves my lips at that. My gaze sharpens.

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"Yes. If any fool dares to lay a finger on you, if they so much as look at you with ill intent, I'll make sure hell is the last thing they ever see."

Morvena stiffens slightly.

"And your parents," I continue, tone cool and absolute, "will be under my protection as well. I've already stationed several of my most trusted guards around their estate. No one will touch them. So don''t worry."

"T-thank you so much, Your Highness!" she gasps, voice trembling. Her hands press tighter against her knees as she bows even lower. "I—I don't even know how I can repay you… This kindness, this safety… it's so much more than I ever hoped for. More than I deserve."

However…

"Repay me?" I echo, arching a brow slightly. I let the silence stretch, just enough to make her squirm. Then I chuckle, soft and amused.

"Morvena…" My voice lowers to a near whisper. "Are you forgetting something?"

"Eh?"

She blinks, startled. Her eyes rise on instinct—but the moment they meet mine, half-lidded and burning with cold authority, she drops her gaze again.

Her cat ears twitch nervously, flicking downward.

Adorable.

"As I told you before," I begin, voice cool as glass, "this is not a blessing."

I shift, rising just enough from the couch that the air seems to tighten around us.

"This is a punishment," I say.

Each word lands heavy, like iron shackles.

"You are now my knight. Your life belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me!" I pause, watching her tense beneath my gaze. "So you, Morvena Lysanthir d'Aurelle…" my voice drops lower. "you… belong to me."

Her breath catches.

"Y-Yes, Your Highness!" she blurts, kneeling even lower. "I've already sworn my loyalty to you. I will obey all your orders, every single one, until the day I die! I will do anything! Even if you ask me to die!"

"Hey now," I cut in, my lips curve into with a faint smirk. "They call me a mad and ruthless princess, sure—but I'm not that heartless."

I pause briefly, and then, my voice softens.

"Morvena, I would never want you to throw your life away for mine. I'd rather you live for me."

"Yes, Your Highness,"

She replies, and swallows hard.

"Now then…" I exhale slowly, reclining back into the velvet cushions. The wine glass slips easily into my hand. "Do you know why you're here tonight?"

"Y-Yes," she replies, her cheeks darkening. "Your maid already told me… that as your personal knight, I must remain by your side. Always. Even when you sleep… to protect you."

I nod, pleased.

A wicked smile tugs at my lips. I let her squirm under the weight of my silence for a moment.

"Mmmh, good, very good…" I murmur, lips brushing the rim of the wineglass.

As I take another sip, a silence then envelope the room.

…

However…

Hehe…

Inside, my mind is anything but calm.

Outwardly, I remain composed—relaxed, poised, still holding my wine like a picture of royal elegance. But internally? Gods, I'm screaming.

To think that Morvena—the same girl who stood so tall and unflinching just days ago, who dared to challenge me in front of an entire courtyard—would now be kneeling before me, her hands folded neatly on her lap, her ears twitching with uncertainty, her voice trembling ever so slightly…

Her words even stutter a little.

She's nervous.

She's shy.

And gods, she's so adorable!

"D-Do you… have any orders for me right now?" Morvena asks, breaking the silence, her voice just above a whisper. "I-I mean… I'm here, but I don't really know what I'm supposed to do…"

A slow smile curls at the corners of my lips. I lower my wineglass, resting it gently on the side table. Then, with a tilt of my head and a deliberately cool tone, I answer:

"Come closer."

"Y-Yes?" Morvena blinks, startled.

I sigh—long and exaggerated, laced with amusement.

"Tch. Do I have to repeat myself?"

I tap my foot once against the marble floor. The sharp sound rings out through the quiet room.

"I said: Come. Closer."

"YES, Your Highness!"

She springs to her feet and scurries forward, a flustered blur of pale skin and soft fabric.

Still… it's not enough.

"Not close enough!" I say sharply. Then tap the floor directly in front of me. "Here! Sit here!"

"O-Of course, Your Highness!"

Immediately, she drops to her knees in the exact spot, hands properly on her thighs, back straight, eyes down. So obedient. So formal.

So stiff.

And still… she won't meet my gaze.

Her eyes stay glued to the floor, almost like she's afraid of what she might see if she looks up.

Badump…

Badump…!

There it is again.

That strange, fluttering sensation in my chest. My pulse picking up pace—each beat a little louder than the last.

Heat begins to bloom in my cheeks.

But—hehe—I've already had some wine. If she notices, I'll just blame the alcohol.

Still, as I gaze down at her… at her flushed cheeks, the way her blue hair tumbles slightly over her face, the nervous twitch of her tail…

There's a tight, breathless warmth curling inside me.

This feeling… gods, it's unbearable!

I bite my lower lip, slowly. My heart hammers louder. My fingers twitch with the urge to reach out.

But instead, I speak.

Casually. Lightly.

Or… at least I try to.

"Y-you know…" I begin, and my voice—damn it—wavers slightly. "Um… d-do you know how to give a foot massage?"

Fuck!

Internally, I curse myself.

Why the hell am I the one getting shy now?!

"Eh?" Morvena blinks, her eyes finally flicking up. "A… foot massage?"

"I-I trained too much today," I say quickly, trying to cover my fluster. "My legs are sore, alright?! So of course, as my knight, you'll take care of me. Right?!"

There's a pause. Just a beat.

And then—

"Y-YES!" she blurts out. "L-leave it to me! I CAN MASSAGE ANY KIND OF FOOT! PLEASE LEAVE IT TO ME!"

My eyebrows shoot up at her panicked enthusiasm.

Gods… she's such a mess!

And I'm a mess too!

I snicker.

"I see…" I purr, leaning back into the couch, stretching just a little, letting my nightgown shift and slide over the curve of my thigh. Then, slowly, I raise one leg.

"Then go ahead," I say, voice silky. "Begin."

With surprising gentleness, Morvena reaches forward and takes hold of my foot.

And just like that…

My massage session of the night begins.