His Breeding Obsession Chapter 175

Grecan seemed uninterested in the affairs of the Imperial Palace, his responses lacking enthusiasm.  

 

No matter how much easier traveling had become thanks to Grecan, they had been wandering outside for far too long.  

 

Mirania, who usually loved lounging in bed for half a day, blinked tiredly, her face showing clear exhaustion.  

 

“Shall I help you relieve your fatigue?”  

 

“Huh?”  

 

Mirania tilted her head further toward Grecan, her half-closed eyes looking at him as if asking what he meant.  

 

Grecan slowly removed his hand from her and flexed his five fingers.  

 

“I’ll make you feel good.”  

 

Every time Grecan made that confident expression, Mirania faced some kind of trouble, so her face now showed clear distrust.  

 

Thirty minutes later.  

 

Mirania sat awkwardly on the bed. Though she had reluctantly agreed to let Grecan try, she now found the situation unbearably embarrassing.

  

Grecan had brought a wooden foot bath, filled it with hot water, and placed it in front of her. He then knelt, took her ankles, and gently placed her feet into the water. 

 

A soft sigh escaped her lips.  

 

The water temperature was slightly hot, just right, but that wasn’t the issue.  

 

Grecan, with a serious expression, began to press and massage her feet submerged in the water.  

 

Mirania felt both refreshed and awkward, her feet twitching involuntarily. She leaned back, supported herself with her hands on the bed, and wiggled her feet in the water.

  

The water splashed, and Grecan looked up at her.  

 

“This isn’t necessary,” Mirania said awkwardly.  

 

Grecan carefully held her ankles and placed her feet back into the warm water.  

 

“This will help you feel less tired.”  

 

“Just call a servant instead.”  

 

“Why?”  

 

Grecan tilted his head, looking puzzled.  

 

“Why call someone else when I’m here? Or do you prefer someone else?”  

 

His gaze turned dark.  

 

If she said yes, it seemed like he might burst into tears.  

 

Mirania stayed silent.  

 

Grecan, satisfied, began to massage her feet. His hands were large and thick, his fingertips firm. When he pressed into the arch of her foot, the sensation shot up to her head.  

 

Grecan was giving it his all, massaging her feet thoroughly.  

 

The fatigue that had built up gradually began to fade. She could feel her muscles and tendons softening.  

 

Feet were a part of the body that touched the dirty ground, not exactly clean.  

 

For noble ladies of some standing, feet were a private part, not to be shown carelessly.  

 

Though Mirania wasn’t bound by human conventions, it still felt awkward to have Grecan, whom she’d known since childhood, massaging her feet.  

 

Yet, his touch was surprisingly comfortable, and even though only her feet were being touched, her entire body felt like it was relaxing. Her reluctance to stop him quietly disappeared.  

 

“Mmm.”  

 

As she let out a drowsy sigh, Grecan, who had been watching her reaction, allowed a faint smile to appear on his lips.  

 

“You can lie down if you want.”  

 

“Is that alright?”  

 

“Yeah. You can sleep if you want to.”  

 

Mirania didn’t hesitate and leaned back. She stretched her legs out toward him, leaving only her feet outside the bed, and rested her arms comfortably at her sides.  

 

Grecan’s hands pressed firmly into the balls of her feet. The stimulated points made her body feel languid.  

 

Her eyelids grew heavy, and peaceful breaths escaped her lips.  

 

Grecan’s sharp ears caught the sound of her breathing, and the smile on his lips deepened.  

 

“You can sleep, Mirania.”  

 

At his whispered words, Mirania responded with a sleepy, small voice, “Okay.”  

 

The only sound in the room was the gentle splashing of water.  

 

Her soles, thoroughly massaged, had become soft and pliable. Her feet, already tender from walking on soft earth, now felt even more supple from the moisture.

  

Grecan, wanting to kiss her soft, white feet, bit his lip hard to suppress the urge.  

 

Instead, his fingertips grew more deliberate. His hands moved from her feet to her ankles, caressing the delicate bones.  

 

Grecian’s fingers traced the elegant curve of her heel, gently stroking the moistened skin. His thumb pressed firmly against the round, cute ankle bone, moving in slow circles.  

 

Above the ankle, the flawless, translucent skin of her foot felt irresistible to touch.  

 

Grecan, as if addicted, couldn’t take his hands off her pristine skin. She was just too lovable.  

 

Mirania shifted her body slightly. Startled, Grecan paused his thumb’s movement, and a drowsy voice, heavy with sleep, escaped her lips.  

 

“Stop now. It’s time to sleep.”  

 

Grecan swallowed and replied in a gentle voice, “Okay. Sleep well.”

 

Before long, Mirania’s breathing became more relaxed and regular.  

 

Grecan, who had been listening closely to her presence and breathing, was certain she had fallen into a deep sleep. He then carefully lifted her feet out of the foot bath.  

 

Using a clean towel he had prepared beforehand, he dried the moisture from her feet. He gazed intently at the still-damp skin and cautiously touched it with his fingers.  

 

It felt as though her skin was clinging to his hand.  

 

A low growl rose from his chest, his breath heavy with excitement. Grecan clenched his teeth, worried that Mirania might wake up in response to his energy.  

 

Her feet were unbearably tempting, to the point where it was hard to resist his desires. No, it wasn’t just her feet.  

 

Everything about her was an object of desire for him. Her straight, delicate toes. The plump curve of her heels. The soft, white soles and smooth tops of her feet. The elegant ankles and shapely calves. Her slightly slender thighs, her supple hips, her waist. Her perky chest…  

 

[I think I’m in heat.]  

 

Since that day, he couldn’t deny that everything about her felt different to him.  

 

When the unspoken desires or her soft scent stirred his heart, he couldn’t sleep at all that night. He realized it. The difference between other women, females, and Mirania.  

 

“I love you, Mirania.”  

 

A witch was worthy of all his devotion, even if it meant giving everything he had.  

 

He slowly lowered his head and pressed his lips to the soft top of her foot.

 

💫

 

Early the next morning, the castle lord arrived in a flurry.  

 

“I’ve heard about Milgram. The reputation of the Life Mage is well-known, but I had no idea it was you, my lady.”  

 

Having picked up rumors from somewhere, his expression was lively.  

 

“Witch.”  

 

“Huh?”  

 

“Not ‘my lady.’ Call me Witch.”  

 

“Ah, yes. Witch.”  

 

The flustered lord quickly corrected himself, and the frown on Mirania’s brow smoothed out.  

 

“We plan to do what we couldn’t under the pressure of that beast-man brute. We’ll organize a security force to protect those who are suffering, and we’ll support the creation of fertile farmland to ensure successful harvests.”  

 

Having shed the weakness accumulated under the oppression of the beastmen, the lord made his resolve clear. Mirania promised to provide seeds suitable for farming and aid in purifying the land.  

 

When they returned to the room, Grecan grabbed her wrist. Startled, Mirania instinctively pulled her hand away.  

 

“…!”  

 

“…?”  

 

Grecan, even more surprised than her, blinked. He looked back and forth between his empty hand and hers.  

 

Mirania coughed awkwardly.  

 

“Do you have something to say?”  

 

Grecan frowned as he looked at his empty hand. He reached for Mirania’s hand again. This time, she didn’t pull away.  

 

Only then did Grecan’s expression turn satisfied.  

 

“Mirania, stay here. I’ll handle it. The land purification and sowing of the seeds. You’re tired.”  

 

“I’m not that tired.”  

 

“Liar.”  

 

Grecan chuckled, and Mirania blinked in surprise. Grecan narrowed one eye and raised the corner of his mouth. It was a teasing expression, but somehow it felt suggestive.  

 

“You’d rather leave it to someone else if you could. You love doing nothing the most.”  

 

Grecan saw right through her true feelings and preferences.  

 

Mirania lay down on the bed as he guided her.  

 

Grecan pulled the thin blanket up to her neck and lit a candle to serve as a light source. He also placed the snack basket brought by the castle maid within her reach before standing up.  

 

“I’ll be back.”  

 

Grecan left with a tender smile.  

 

Thud—

 

The door closed.  

 

Mirania’s eyes widened. She glanced sideways. 

 

The door was firmly shut. Her eyes filled with confusion.  

 

When his fingers, which had tucked her in, brushed her chin, she tried hard not to show how her body stiffened.  

 

The dream she had last night suddenly came to mind.  

 

‘A dream about Grecan? What kind of absurdity is this?’  

 

Her pulse seemed to race where his fingertips had touched. Her face clouded with worry. 

 

‘Was it because of the foot massage he gave me last night?’  

 

The fingers pressing into her soles, the sensation. That alone wouldn’t have been strange. The feeling of fatigue melting away wasn’t unpleasant.  

 

But the sensations that followed in her dream were entirely different from the relief of fatigue.  

 

The gentle, teasing touches.  

 

The soft caresses. The feeling of her ankle bones, mere bones, becoming sensitive.  

 

‘Ugh.’ 

 

Mirania swallowed a moan and abruptly turned onto her side. She couldn’t tell if it was the dream or reality, her senses were all mixed up.  

 

The more she recalled those touches, the more her hair seemed to stand on end. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. 

 

In the darkness behind her eyelids, Grecan’s pitch-black eyes appeared, darker than the void. His gaze was cautious, as if he were handling fragile glass.  

 

That gaze was directed at her. Mirania lost her composure.  

 

‘This is a problem. It’s all because the lord’s family looked at me strangely and made me feel awkward.’  

 

This was all because Grecan had been acting so unusually.