"If I could be stepped on by Miss Aiko's white silk-stockinged feet, I’d gladly take their punishment for them."
In the White Dove City cinema hall, the crowd roared with laughter.
Back at the scene, however, Kaqiu Ji’s face was turning an ugly shade of ash. He took a step back, his frustration mounting. To harvest the Mana-Replenishing Grass, he had ended up covered in grass blades and white, fuzzy shrub seeds—the kind that stuck to everything and caused prolonged, maddening skin irritation.
Chapter 237