Kanade moved her licked foot. It felt cold and sticky. She hadn't realized how greedy he was. He had tricked her with a technicality.
"Then... hurry up!" she hissed through gritted teeth, her skin crawling with a mix of disgust and excitement.
Fei-yu looked up. Even in the dim light, he could see the look of revulsion on her face. It didn't discourage him; it made him harder. The feeling of being hated while he had his way with her was a powerful drug.
He reached for her other foot. This one still had the shoe on. The cold leather sent a thrill through him. He lifted it toward his face. The scent was even more concentrated here. He buried his nose into the gap where her arch met the shoe and took a deep,陶醉 (intoxicated) breath.
Kanade's toes curled inside the shoe. Her arousal, which had just begun to cool, flared up again.
Wait... she thought. Why am I acting like a victim? He's the one down there on the floor like a dog. He's the one serving me.
A dark, twisted thought took root in her mind. She wasn't the prey; she was the master, and he was the dog she was allowing to feast on her. Her breathing turned ragged. A manic, almost sickly smile spread across her face.
Fei-yu felt a sudden chill, a sense of forewarning. Did something happen? He brushed it off and went back to his task. He didn't know that a new "dynamic" had just been born in Kanade's mind.
"You like to smell? Then smell it properly! Is it good? Is the smell of my sweat enough for you?"
Suddenly, her foot became aggressive. Instead of letting him hold it, she began to rub her shoe against his face, pushing him back, her voice filled with a frantic, desperate edge.
Fei-yu was confused by her change in attitude. He looked up and saw her Heart-stopping smile. It was crazed.
But... why did it feel so good? Being looked down upon and stepped on by her... the pleasure was intense. He closed his eyes and leaned into the "attack."
Kanade couldn't see his face clearly, but she heard his muffled groans and thought they were sounds of humiliation. She felt a surge of power.
"Have you smelled enough? Then open your mouth!" she commanded.
She kicked her shoe off and shoved her foot into his mouth. She wiggled her toes against his tongue, even using her toes to pinch and pull at it. The locker was filled with the sounds of her foot squelching inside his mouth.
After a long time, she finally pulled her soaking wet foot out. She was exhausted. "Haa... are you satisfied now?" She shifted her weight on his lap.
"Mmm... yes," Fei-yu replied, breathless.
"Then let's go." She stood up, her face flushed a deep crimson.
Fei-yu stood up too, his eyes burning with lust.
"What are you looking at—"
He cut her off by slamming his lips against hers again. Kanade tasted the saltiness of her own sweat and the musk of her own foot on his tongue. It was a depraved, confusing cocktail of flavors that sent her head spinning. She stopped resisting almost instantly.
"Stop... you promised," she whispered, pushing him back as his hands began to wander over her curves.
"Ms. Himuro, you're so beautiful..." Fei-yu said, sounding genuinely obsessed.
"Enough. It's been too long. The others will notice." She felt weak in the knees. "Maybe... next time..."
"No. Now."
"Fei-yu He! Don't push your luck! I let you kiss me, but that's it!"
"But I'm in so much pain, Ms. Himuro. As a teacher, you have to help your students with their problems."
"What kind of logic is that!" she rolled her eyes.
"How about this? A bet. If I get first place in the next midterm exams, you have to grant me one request. If I don't, I'll do whatever you want."
Kanade paused. "First place? You? Don't make me laugh." She looked at him—the kid who stared out the window every class and couldn't even copy homework right.
"You don't believe me?"
"Believe you? Hehe. Fine. I accept. But you have to swear it. A serious oath."
"I swear it," Fei-yu said quickly. "If I lose and don't fulfill my end, I'll never have a girlfriend for the rest of my life."
Kanade smiled. She was already imagining how she would punish him. A whip? Candles? Something even better? She was sure she couldn't lose.