"There, there... Fei-yu-kun. Hana-chan is never going to leave you~"
Hana Tenkawa spoke softly, her hand gently stroking Fei-yu's head as he lay in her lap. Fei-yu gave a muffled "mm" of agreement, his mouth busy against her skin. The intrusive thoughts and existential dread that had been haunting him were finally pushed to the back of his mind. Instead of obsessing over hypothetical losses, he needed to focus on the warmth of the girl right in front of him.
He wrapped his arms tighter around Hana's waist, pulling her closer as if trying to merge her very essence into his own body. After a few more minutes of quiet intimacy, he emerged from beneath the sheets.
"Thank you, Hana-chan," he said, looking at the girl now tracing idle circles on his chest.
Hana had been blissfully listening to his strong, steady heartbeat. Hearing him thank her made her pout, her brow furrowing in fake annoyance. "Fei-yu-kun! Don't say such distant things!"
Fei-yu chuckled, seeing her slight frustration. "You're right. My mistake."
"Fei-yu-kun, never say that I'll leave you again. No matter how you treat me, I'm staying right here. Understood?" She pressed her head back against his chest, finding peace in the rhythm of his heart.
"I know. I was being sentimental. I shouldn't let my bad moods affect you like that."
"If you're upset, you can tell me anything," she said, looking up to meet his eyes with a fierce earnestness. "But don't ever mention things that will absolutely, absolutely never happen!"
"Alright, alright." Being "scolded" by Hana didn't ruin his mood; it made him feel cherished. He pulled her up and captured her lips in a deep kiss.
As they pulled apart, he smirked. "Does Hana-chan's own taste... taste sweet to her?~"
Hana froze for a second before the realization hit her. Her face flushed a brilliant crimson. "You pervert, Fei-yu-kun!" Though she protested, her heart was racing. This lewd version of him meant he was back to his usual self.
"Hehe... I can be much worse. Want to see?~"
"Mm..." She nodded shyly.
Fei-yu moved to the crook of her neck, inhaling the faint scent of lilies mixed with the fresh aroma of her skin. To him, this wasn't "bad behavior"—it was his right as her boyfriend. With a swift motion, he kicked the duvet into the air.
"Ah!" Hana gasped, instinctively covering her breasts. By the time the blanket settled back over them, Fei-yu had vanished from her sight. He was now at the other end of the bed.
She felt his hot breath against her toes. She smiled to herself. Does he really love feet that much? She knew he wouldn't stop for at least thirty minutes. She was glad she had spent nearly ten minutes scrubbing her feet in the shower earlier; they were pristine and ready for him.
As he began to worship her feet, Hana found herself with nothing to do. She looked down at Fei-yu's own exposed feet and blinked in surprise. They were incredibly fair and delicate, almost looking like a girl's. She reached out and pulled his feet into her embrace, tucking them against her soft chest.
Under the duvet, the dim light made Hana's feet look mysterious and ethereal. Fei-yu was in a trance, his palms sliding over her skin which felt like silky, soft tofu. While Naomi Odagiri was like a fine, aged wine, Hana was fresh and sweet. He brought her foot to his nose, inhaling the scent of lilies and that indescribable, musky aroma of a woman's skin.
He opened his mouth to take her big toe inside, but at that moment, he felt a wet, hot sensation on his own toes. He shivered and poked his head out from the covers, looking at Hana with a bewildered expression.
"Fei-yu-kun, why are you looking at me like that?~" Hana's face was bright red. "I saw how much you liked it, so I wanted to try it too..." She stuck out her pink tongue playfully.
"Actually... that's not a good idea," Fei-yu said seriously.
"Why not? You do it all the time." She licked her lips, checking for any weird taste.
"Cough... strictly speaking, my behavior is a fetish. It's a bit weird," he explained awkwardly.
"I don't think it's weird! If you like it, I like it~"
Hana's unconditional love made him feel even more protective. He didn't want her to pick up his "bad habits." He didn't want this pure lily to be "polluted" by his own kinks. If she licked his feet, he'd just feel guilty for "degrading" her.
"Okay, if you don't like it, I won't do it," she conceded.
"Good girl. Don't eat 'dirty' things. I'll give you something much better to taste in a bit."
Hana rolled her eyes at his wicked grin.