After finishing the initial negotiations, Wang Xiaole turned his attention back to himself.

He knew what mattered most right now was getting out of this restrained state.

From the moment Cai started talking up till now, Lucia’s legs had been clamped tightly around his neck.

She wasn’t using much strength, so it didn’t hurt, but he had completely lost his personal freedom.

Without freedom, he couldn’t go fight in the arena.

If he didn’t fight, he wouldn’t make money.

Without money, he couldn’t buy a house, and without a house, he wouldn’t even have a little place of his own.

Wake Lucia up, ask her to let him go, then explain everything to her?

How could Wang Xiaole possibly do that?

He’d gone out to fight in the arena behind Lucia and Freya’s backs in the first place, terrified they’d find out and bury him in trouble.

Especially the former—if she learned that her crush had joined the capital’s grand event, showing off in a “tournament-for-marriage” arena...

By then, Wang Xiaole wouldn’t be able to explain himself at all, let alone prove he was there for the prize money, not for the brides.

He thought to himself:

Instead of wasting time explaining, it’s better to sneak out, finish the matches, then come back like nothing happened. That way, I can keep the secret for real.

But plans never keep up with reality.

Cai’s next words shattered that childish idea.

“Through my personal intel network, I already know, you know. Yesterday, did you go somewhere with a crowd of onlookers and have two proper fights there?”

That “personal intel network” of Cai’s was really thanks to Lucia.

If His Majesty the Demon King hadn’t gone to the church for counseling yesterday afternoon, Cai would’ve known nothing.

Still, she was a considerate girl.

Even though she’d unconsciously scared him a bit just now, she didn’t follow up with another blow, and she definitely didn’t say one more thing:

Lucia had already known for a while that Wang Xiaole was secretly fighting in the arena.

Cai decided to keep that secret for now, mainly so she wouldn’t mess up a certain someone’s mental state.

And just like she’d said before, she really lived up to it:

She would never lie to Wang Xiaole. At most, she’d just leave some things unsaid.

Once he got over his initial shock, Wang Xiaole quickly regained his usual composure and reminded her over and over:

“Don’t tell anyone. Seriously, don’t. Or I’ll drag you down with me!”

He held the secret of the Holy Maiden staying here; Cai now also knew one of his weak spots.

Neither of them planned to “sell out a teammate,” but having dirt on each other really did make them both feel more at ease.

With the matter of “keeping quiet” settled, Cai finally got to work.

Since there wasn’t a second man in the room, she didn’t bother acting shy. She simply lifted Lucia’s nightgown by hand and unclasped her adult-size bra.

“Pardon the offense.”

After flexing her hands a few times, Cai placed both palms on Lucia’s chest and started boldly kneading the “two white bunnies” up front.

What happened next could be summed up by a slightly altered nursery rhyme:

Big white bunny, soft and bright,

two rosy tips stand up just right;

after the front, then squeeze the side,

one bounce, one jiggle—such a sight...

“I’m more and more convinced that getting isekai’d was totally worth it.”

All through the massage, Wang Xiaole kept nodding along, humming in approval from the bottom of his heart.

Cai’s massage skills were amazing.

First, they were good for the body; second, her strength was just right, not enough to wake Lucia from her sleep.