In the dimly lit room, a delicate young girl was taped and secured to a stool, unable to move no matter how hard she tried. Her shoes had been taken off, exposing a pair of struggling feet that were being constantly assaulted by the cold breeze, sending a chill through her from the soles of her feet to her heart, preventing it from soaring.
There is no need to explain who exactly is being treated like this; it is believed that is already known. Unfortunately, the goddess herself is not lucky enough and sadly becomes the first unsuccessful victim of punishment. The current environment she finds herself in, along with her lack of freedom, is like a natural setting, perfect for playing the role of a "kidnapped girl" or similar characters.
"Let me go! Do you even know who I am?"
However, even bound up like a rice dumpling, Freya still had her own pride. She would not easily bow down unless it was for food, her superiors, or someone who controls her meals. Without fear of supernatural creatures, she would not utter a kind word and her words were filled with a threatening tone.
"I'm telling you, I am a great goddess. Even in the heavenly realm, I am not some run-of-the-mill character. I am extremely powerful!"
If she had remembered to bring along an item to prove her identity, she would have gladly shown it. But for now, Flora sees her only as a captured girl engaging in some kind of role-play.
"Alright, I understand. You're an amazing goddess... Are you done talking? Can I punish you now?"
Freya couldn't see through Flora's compliant attitude towards her "role-playing," and she could only feel astonished.
"What? You know my identity and yet you dare to be so disrespectful?"
This is simply unreasonable! Freya couldn't believe that there would be someone in this world who had no reverence. Very well, she would remember this person and definitely seek revenge in the future. She would curse them to fall into a ditch every time they step out... Whether divine retribution would come in the future is uncertain, but what is certain is that Freya's future encounters are bound to happen.
When those bare feet encountered an exceptionally soft feather, to be precise, a feather quill, they began to itch. After many years, the quill can no longer write, but the hardened tip of the feather can be used for itching, which is absolutely effortless. The feather, which seemed to be part of a demon, gradually enlarged in the eyes of the goddess, causing her face to gradually turn purple, like an uncooked eggplant.
"Stop! It's not too late to stop now. If you continue with this disrespect, I swear I will curse you and your descendants..."
"Descendants? I don't have any!"
What a nostalgic phrase indeed. Flora hadn't considered that she had been single for decades, never even married, yet she still managed to hear discussions about descendants from others. So, threats were definitely not effective, let alone the fact that Flora didn't believe the other person was a god; even if they were, what could they do to her? She had no family, was not afraid of curses, and had already left the world. Combining these three conditions, she was, in a sense, the closest thing to invincible.
"Anyway, I will tickle your soles!"
The long feather wrapped around the soles of her feet, and every time it lightly touched her skin, it made that area a bit rosier.
To be honest, Freya is not particularly afraid of itching, but being scratched in the most sensitive places is unbearable for anyone in her position.
This is punishment, not severe, but it leaves a deep impression on the one who is caught.
Especially now that she can't move and can't even scratch her skin with her hands, there is an indescribable "sense of torment".
The beautiful girl is being tortured, her face is flushed, and her body keeps switching between arching and straightening;
The flawless soles of her feet are oozing with sweat, and the sweat beads on the surface of her foot back bring out a wisp of heat as she slides.
Guided by Freya's intense reaction, Wang Xiaole immediately exposed the target;
The reason for the exposure has nothing to do with whether he is a foot fetishist. It is mainly thanks to the goddess herself.
When she resisted on the bench, her upright body unconsciously lifted her head upward, keeping her forehead and the ceiling at a vertical angle;
Her gaze, inadvertently glanced at the ceiling once, immediately made an amazing discovery.
Someone is up there!
This thought is not a "wild exaggeration", nor is it a metaphor, but a genuine expression:
There was a person crawling on the ceiling, and it was Wang Xiaole who had been missing all this time.
Given this guy's ability and personality, it's no surprise that he appears anywhere. As long as he uses a spell to improve agility, he can stick to surfaces like a gecko.
Anyway, where he appears is not the point. The key here should be Wang Xiaole's current attitude.
He is so indifferent, unusually indifferent.
The suffering goddess thought to herself:
I am at least a beautiful girl, don't you know that, Wang Xiaole?
Can't you see the obvious facts in front of you?
After a few seconds, Freya, who was in a dire situation, used the long-lost "eye communication technique" to have a "friendly and cordial" conversation with Wang Xiaole, who was hanging above her head:
What she wanted to express was nothing more than:
Hurry up and come save me (roaring)!
Although you are not a hero, I really don't mind if you come to save me, or I hope you do.
The opportunity to make a scene is at your fingertips, young man, what are you hesitating for?
