Reincarnated into female-dominant world-Chapter 75: Mama (2)

Turning his head, Julian reached out and placed his hand over Catherine’s finger, slowly removing the diamond-set ring from it. A faint indentation was left behind where the ring had once rested, a clear mark that she had worn it for an untold length of time.

All the while, Catherine kept her eyes fixed on Julian, watching as he carefully removed the ring from her hand. She couldn’t help but exhale gently, as if sighing through orchids.

"Just keep it with you for now," she said, feigning composure.

"Mm..." Julian carefully stored Catherine’s ring.

After he had done so, Catherine’s gaze dropped and landed on Julian’s feet.

"While we’ve still got time, how about I help trim your toenails?" she asked, gently touching his ankle.

Julian’s face revealed a hint of resistance—not because he didn’t want her to do it, but because earlier that morning, Enie had licked his foot...

He hadn’t looked closely at the time. What if there was still some trace left behind?

But Julian’s silence, to Catherine, was as good as consent. She took hold of his ankle and began undoing the straps on his shoes, which slipped off with a soft sound.

His small, delicate feet were immediately exposed before Catherine—tops pale with a rosy hue, tender like a child’s, their smooth skin gleaming like jade, and each of the ten tiny toes standing out fresh and soft.

The only flaw was the slightly unkempt toenails, which disrupted the perfect image. Catherine’s admiring gaze soon turned into a faint frown.

Seeing her furrow her brows, Julian thought she might have discovered something suspicious and immediately tensed up.

"Don’t move," Catherine whispered beside his ear.

Julian obediently closed his legs and leaned back against her, unmoving.

Then, from Catherine’s hand, light like stardust gathered into a form—a delicate nail trimmer materialized out of thin air.

"Your magic is really amazing," Julian said, watching the conjured tool, unable to hold back his admiration.

Since getting to know Catherine, he had come to feel that her magic was capable of absolutely anything. Whatever Julian could imagine, she could always realize it with ease.

"The study of magic," Catherine explained, "is about making possible the things humans once believed impossible. I happen to be born with magical talent that far surpasses the norm—so there’s nothing too special about it."

"..."

Her humility left Julian momentarily speechless. He could only blink and give her a look that said, *"That’s incredible!"*

"All right, be good. Don’t move," Catherine said, running her fingers through Julian’s long hair.

He realized she hadn’t noticed anything unusual about his foot, and relaxed, leaning quietly on her shoulder again.

"Mm..."

But Catherine’s sharp and sensitive eyes quickly caught it—on the top of Julian’s foot and along the skin was a faint residue of some dried, sticky liquid.

"Julian, did you step in something?" she asked, tilting her head.

Julian, buried against her chest, didn’t look up. He just shook his head gently.

Fortunately, Catherine trusted him deeply and didn’t question it. She simply assumed it was something from his bath the night before.

Taking the nail trimmer, she gently held the top of his foot. The smooth, soft sensation beneath her fingers stirred something within her, though her expression remained focused and serious as she studied Julian’s nails. She started with the big toe on his left foot.

She carefully trimmed the untidy nails, moving with precision to avoid hurting the soft flesh around them. Her concentration was intense—determined to make no mistakes.

Unconsciously, her face inched closer and closer to Julian’s foot, until her whole body was nearly pressing against it. Julian, who had been resting his face against her chest, had just lifted his head for a breath of fresh air—and saw the entire scene.

His lips parted slightly, unsure whether or not he should say something. He didn’t want to break her focused state.

Then he felt a warm, sensitive touch on the top of his foot. Julian nearly let out a sound from the ticklish sensation, quickly raising a hand to cover his mouth.

He assumed it was just Catherine’s lips accidentally brushing his skin while she leaned in too close.

But the truth was... Catherine had just finished trimming that foot. As she admired the now neat and beautiful result—like a tiny work of art—she was faintly mesmerized. She’d leaned in slightly, distracted, and had unintentionally brushed her lips against his skin.

To be honest, it didn’t feel unpleasant at all. On the contrary, it felt... wonderful.

As Catherine looked up, she seemed to understand something.

She suddenly found herself sympathizing with those noble foot-fetishists. If all feet looked like Julian’s—so delicate, exquisite, full of vitality and a healthy pinkish glow—how could one not want to appreciate them properly?

She moved on to his other foot, quickly and skillfully trimming the nails.

When she looked up again, she saw that Julian, still resting against her, had fallen into a soft rhythm of warm, gentle breathing. Smiling, she reached out and tapped him awake.

"How do you feel now? Doesn’t it feel easier to walk?"

Julian raised his head from Catherine’s bosom, blinking dazedly, his soft and blank expression making her heart melt.

She tapped his little nose and smiled. "Sweetheart, still not awake?"

"Ah, you’re finished?" Julian asked.

"Mm. Try walking a bit."

He grabbed her shoulder for support and stood up, walking barefoot across the grass. The dull pain he used to feel now seemed completely gone.

Meanwhile, Catherine watched as he walked barefoot among the flowerbeds. His face was glowing with a pure, radiant smile, his left eye wide with joy as he watched the ground beneath his feet.

Suddenly, he turned and gave Catherine the most beautiful smile she had ever seen...

His face curved gently, lips slightly parted, and even the once eerie flower in his right eye seemed not frightening at all—instead adding a touch of divine, romantic charm to his expression.

"Thank you\~"

Returning to her side, Julian took both her hands and softly expressed his gratitude.

"I’ll help you put your shoes back on," Catherine said, lowering her head and avoiding his eyes in that moment.

"Okay." Julian naturally sat down and tucked his legs in, obediently placing his small feet in front of her.

Having walked—and even jogged—a bit barefoot on the grass, his little feet radiated youthful vitality, looking rosy and fresh.

Just like that day, Catherine gently lifted his feet, placed them back into the shoes, and tied the straps around his ankles.

Ever since Julian arrived in the Lily Estate, aside from Tania’s visit, life had been calm, peaceful, and blissfully content.

Walking side by side with Catherine back to the room, Julian had no idea that an unexpected turn of events was right around the corner.