Shami wore a serious expression.
"Put your foot out, Saili."
The skin on both sides of the Magical Girl's nose gradually turned rosy.
"Wait, here?"
"Of course. It's just looking at a foot, it's not a big deal."
Shami's expression held a touch of calm amidst seriousness, as if he was accustomed to this.
"Saili, you've been with us for so long, are you still not used to this kind of interaction?"
"What kind of interaction is this! You've never mentioned it before! Like touching a Demon Envoy's feet at night?"
The Magical Girl had never heard of such things.
She originally wanted to protest and refuse, but she felt it would make her seem too cowardly, unable to even let the Demon Lord touch her feet; how could she conquer him in the future?
Moreover, Shami had already seen her in a swimsuit when they returned from swimming.
Thinking like this, there's no need to hide. Appropriate physical contact is more conducive to stimulating the Demon Lord's desire.
