Chapter 121 Mr. Clancy Became a Masseur
"Well, I am a little tired," Queenie replied with a light laugh, not noticing the peculiar look in his eyes.
Just as she was about to head back to her room, Benoit's soft voice came from behind.
"Queenie, since you're so tired today, how about I give you a massage?" Benoit pushed the wheelchair towards her without revealing any hint of ulterior motives.
"No need. You've worked hard too, how can I let you massage me?"
Queenie smiled and declined, but as she turned around, she noticed that Benoit had already entered the master bedroom.
"It's not hard. I just had dinner with a few clients," Benoit said sincerely, still not taking his eyes off the stockings. "You must be tired from visiting so many students' families."
"In that case, can I soak my feet myself?"
Without waiting for Queenie to finish, Benoit had already made her lie down. "Come, let the massage therapist serve you."
Queenie chuckled and awkwardly lay down. "How about I change clothes or take off my socks?"
"No need, Queenie." Benoit's skilled hands had already begun massaging Queenie's arms. "Just relax, no need to be nervous."
After a few gentle kneads on her arm, Queenie felt quite comfortable. Benoit's gentle voice sounded in her ears as he asked.
"Have you ever had a massage before, Queenie?"
"No," Queenie shook her head and told the truth. "I used to have to pay the bills, and Monica often asked me for gifts. I couldn't afford to spend recklessly with my meager salary."
Benoit's heart seemed to be tugged by something upon hearing this, but he continued massaging Queenie's shoulders.
"Then, from now on, I will be Queenie's exclusive masseur. Whenever Queenie wants a massage, just remember to ask for me."
"Okay." Queenie laughed so hard that her belly trembled.
"Now, esteemed Ms. Platinum Card, please close your eyes and enjoy the services provided by the therapist. Is the pressure currently satisfactory? Should I apply more force?"
"Hmm, a little more force is fine," Queenie responded with a smile.
Benoit's expression changed, and his breath became slightly erratic. "A little more force, huh?"
His gaze fell on those flawless and beautiful black silk legs as he continued massaging, gradually moving further down.
"Ah!" Queenie exclaimed unexpectedly as her stockings made her itch when touched.
"Don't itch, Benoit! It itches." Queenie pulled her leg back.
Benoit held onto her ankle to prevent her from moving. "Good girl, be obedient. You've walked so much. Your feet need to relax."
As he spoke, he caressed her ankle twice.
These stockings... they felt so good.
Queenie closed her eyes and lay down, feeling increasingly strange.
When Benoit's hands became more and more restless, she suddenly opened her eyes and saw Benoit sniffing her black stockings desperately, just like the little teddy bear tonight.
"You..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a dark shadow fell before her, and Benoit forcefully blocked her lips.
Then, with a tearing sound, the stockings were torn.
Queenie desperately punched Benoit.
But Benoit paid no attention.
...
In the middle of the night, as Queenie became more and more furious, she kicked Benoit hard. "You bastard!"
"Yes, I'm a bastard, it's all my fault." Benoit grinned playfully and took the beating without a care.
Queenie became even more furious. She grabbed a pillow and slammed it onto his face.
"Did you do it on purpose? Did you plan this early on? Saying that you thought I was tired and wanted to give me a massage, acting as my masseur. You... Your mind is filled with that one thing!"
"Wife, don't be angry." Benoit reassured her. "Blame it on your irresistibly tempting black stockings. I just couldn't resist."
Queenie slapped him on his deceitful paw and pushed him away. "Go sleep in your room! You just lied to me, and then you did that... Minus points!"
As soon as Benoit heard about minus points, he got scared.
The more points were deducted, the longer it would take for him to sleep in his room!
"Wife, can we deduct fewer points this time? Don't deduct ten points all at once."
"Fine."
A smile appeared on Benoit's face, but he quickly heard Queenie say in a resentful tone, "This time, I’ll deduct twenty points!"
The next day, as Queenie arrived at school, she overheard idle gossip about herself in the office.
" She sent Miss White away to visit the homes of wealthy students. How can she do such a thing!"
