Living With My Yandere Professor

Chapter 138: Mistake

Andrew lifted the blanket and took another look, finally believing he hadn’t misread.

It really was black stockings!

He looked up at Scarlett in surprise; he truly never imagined Professor Scarlett would wear black stockings.

It was known that when Scarlett went out normally, she would at most expose her arms and neck. Even her dresses were always full-length gowns, and the only time she showed her calves was when she wore a qipao.

So Andrew had never brought up the topic of her wearing short skirts and stockings, thinking she wouldn’t agree even if he did.

But he hadn’t expected her to actually take the initiative to wear black stockings, and all for the sake of letting him knead her feet.

Scarlett, with a slightly flushed face, suppressed a smile and looked at Andrew: "What? Does Little Andy not like it?"

"I like it, I like it! How could I not like it!" Andrew lifted the blanket and placed Scarlett’s little feet onto his thigh, kneading them with just the right amount of pressure.

They were smooth, soft, and a little cool to the touch. Once he started touching them, Andrew was reluctant to let go.

Scarlett also greatly enjoyed Andrew’s massage technique, which was perfectly warming up her icy cold feet.

However, Andrew’s hands were often mischievous. Knowing that Scarlett was ticklish, he would still touch the soles of her feet from time to time.

"Mmmph~~~"

Scarlett’s calf twitched, and an involuntary hum escaped her lips. Her face was flushed as she told Andrew, "Don’t touch the soles of my feet, they’re ticklish there. Be careful I kick you again."

"Oh, okay."

Andrew grinned and nodded, then explained, "Queen’s feet are so smooth, I accidentally touched them."

Scarlett glanced at Andrew with a blush and some shame: "I don’t care if you did it accidentally. If I can’t control myself, I’ll kick you flying, and don’t you dare cry out in pain."

"No, no, that would be me asking for a beating."

Although Andrew outwardly agreed not to touch Scarlett’s soles again, that soft, smooth, and comfortable spot was truly irresistible once touched.

Before long, he carefully pinched the sole of Scarlett’s foot again. A soft hum involuntarily escaped her lips once more.

The sole of the foot was like a switch; every time Andrew touched it, Scarlett’s body reacted.

Gradually, he started finding it quite amusing. From occasionally touching it, it gradually turned into him holding the sole and gently kneading it.

If I touch it lightly and carefully, there shouldn’t be any problem.

But as the saying goes, one who often walks by the river will eventually get their shoes wet.

Suddenly, Scarlett lost control of her body. After a hum, her right foot twitched and kicked Andrew directly in the stomach, nearly making him throw up the lunch he had eaten.

"Pfft—" Andrew struggled to climb back onto the bed. Seeing that he was alright, the worry on Scarlett’s face subsided, replaced by disdain for Andrew’s mischief.

"I told you not to mess with my soles, but you wouldn’t listen. Now you’re being honest after getting kicked, right?"

"Hehe, getting kicked was worth it."

Andrew smiled and raised an eyebrow. His thick-skinned demeanor left Scarlett speechless.

Were her feet really that fun? He’d rather get kicked than stop kneading them.

Andrew wanted to continue massaging for a while longer, but Scarlett pulled her feet back.

"Don’t, Scar—oops, Queen, I haven’t had enough fun yet."

"Haven’t had enough fun? My feet are almost sweaty from you kneading them."

Scarlett’s feet, which were originally icy cold, were now warm from being kneaded by Andrew.

"It hasn’t been long."

Scarlett shot Andrew a look and extended her other foot: "I’ll let you knead for a little while longer."

"Yes, ma’am!" After being kicked once, Andrew became much more obedient. He stopped courting death by touching Scarlett’s soles and quietly kneaded the instep and toes of her feet instead.

It had to be said, a clean girl’s entire body was a treasure, even her feet smelled fragrant.

As for how Andrew knew this, don’t ask.

"Queen, why are you wearing stockings under these thick pajamas?" Andrew suddenly asked curiously.

Scarlett replied simply, "I’m afraid of the cold."

"But the floor heating is on at home, isn’t it?"

"But I am afraid of the cold."

After speaking, Scarlett put down her phone and squinted at Andrew, questioning him, "Are you still not satisfied with this reward?"

"No, no."

Seeing that Scarlett seemed a bit angry, Andrew immediately stopped talking so much: "How could I not be satisfied with the Queen’s reward?"

Unexpectedly, the moment he softened his stance, Scarlett revealed a wicked smile: "I have a feeling that Little Andy wants to see this Queen wearing short skirts while wearing black stockings."

"Then will the Queen satisfy me?"

Scarlett smiled and beckoned to Andrew.

Andrew’s eyes lit up when he heard this, thinking Scarlett was really going to indulge him, so he leaned closer.

After getting close to Scarlett, she wrapped her arm around his neck.

"There are no short skirts today. Does Little Andy want to try the kiss he failed to complete at noon?"

Without even waiting for Andrew to reply, Scarlett ambushed him with a kiss again, gently prying open Andrew’s lips.

Compared to the previous awkwardness, Andrew quickly reciprocated the surprise attack.

But he failed to notice that Scarlett’s hand had quietly slipped down from his neck, grasping a ribbon hidden under the pillow.

Just as Andrew’s body began to feel hot and restless, Scarlett suddenly released his mouth.

"Do you know how I found out you like short skirts and black stockings?" Scarlett asked, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Andrew shook his head slightly. At this moment, he had lost his usual sharp thinking and had become dull.

Seeing Andrew’s confused and dazed appearance, Scarlett almost felt reluctant about what she was about to do.

But punishment! It still had to be administered!

Without waiting for Andrew’s reaction, Scarlett’s delicate lips sealed his again, continuing to tempt the evil fire raging inside him.

Finally, Andrew couldn’t hold back and instinctively wanted to reach out and embrace and caress her.

But suddenly, he found that his hands couldn’t move.

In the next moment, Scarlett quickly released his mouth, fumbled around behind Andrew’s back, and swiftly flipped off the bed, standing on the ground.

"What’s wrong?" Andrew thought he had done something wrong to displease Scarlett.

But when he looked back, he realized his hands were inexplicably tied behind his back.

"Scar, what is this for?" Andrew was completely bewildered as to why Scarlett would restrain him.

But Scarlett stood by the bedside, looking at him calmly, "I told you before that if you watch lewd videos again, there would be a punishment. You honestly tell me, how many have you watched recently?"

"This..."

Andrew wanted to argue, but he immediately recalled that Hannah and Sweety had chatted with Scarlett for a long time last night.

When he arrived, the look Scarlett gave him had a hint of murderous intent.

Damn it! He’d been sold out!

"Scar, listen to my explanation..."

"I’m not listening. You just stay put here. I’ll come and untie you when your sister gets here for dinner."

With that, Scarlett left the room and closed the door.

"Scar, Scar, Wife, Queen... spare me!"

No matter how Andrew called out, Scarlett acted as if she hadn’t heard.

She sat alone on the sofa and snorted triumphantly: "Hmph, you Little Thing, I can still discipline you. Let’s see if you dare to do it again."

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At dinner, Catherine looked curiously at Andrew, who kept his head down and ate without saying a word.

What’s wrong with my little brother? He’s not bickering with me, and he’s not acting spoiled or getting clingy with Professor Scarlett?

Did he let off some steam this afternoon? Has he entered Sage Mode?

But that seems unlikely. He’s living with his Girlfriend, so why would he handle it himself?

So Catherine leaned in toward Scarlett and whispered curiously, "Professor Scarlett, what’s wrong with My Younger Brother? Why is he so quiet?"

"He broke my rules, so I punished him. He’s behaving himself now."

Scarlett said calmly, her chopsticks picking up edamame, looking every bit like the head of the household.

"Punished? How did you punish him, Professor Scarlett? To make my little brother so obedient?"

Catherine could hardly believe that Scarlett had the means to make her brother this submissive.

The last time she saw Andrew so quiet and obedient was after Mom gave him a good thrashing with a feather duster.

But Scarlett certainly wouldn’t have the heart to hit Andrew, so she was curious how she had managed him.

Once she knew, she could also deal with Andrew the next time he started talking big to her.

But Scarlett kept her guessing: "Take a guess."

"..."

Catherine knew that once she heard those words, any further questioning would be futile.

However, seeing her brother punished into such obedience, she guessed it must have been miserable for him, and she felt quite smug inside.