Since Kanade had agreed, Fei-yu didn't waste any time. He crouched down in the darkness. He accurately found her bare foot—the one that had lost its shoe.
He began to feel her up. The sheer, silky texture of the nylon was smooth and delicate under his fingers. He traced the shape of her slender, elegant foot in his mind. The rustling sound of his hands against the stockings made his heart race. Her foot was warm and slightly damp, which only intensified his excitement.
Kanade trembled as she felt his large hands gripping her foot. She bit her lip and gripped the hem of her skirt, trying to control her reactions. What a perverted little bastard. What's so good about a foot? He's even feeling between my toes!
"Ms. Himuro, sit down. It's tiring to stand," Fei-yu said, looking up at her blurry silhouette.
"Sit? Have you lost your mind? It's too cramped!"
"Hehe, sit on my lap. It'll be more comfortable." Fei-yu sat down on the floor of the locker, confident in the cleaning job his Stands had done.
Kanade hesitated, then slowly lowered herself onto his thighs. It was firm, but better than standing. "At least he's somewhat considerate," she muttered.
"What was that, Ms. Himuro?"
"Nothing! Just hurry up! Once you're done, go back and write that apology. If I'm not satisfied, you're in trouble!"
Fei-yu just smirked. Let you go after just licking your feet? Dream on.
He pulled her foot toward his face. As it got closer, the scent intensified. It was a mix of sweat, the natural scent of her skin, and the musk of nylon and leather. It was intoxicating. He pressed her foot against his nose and took a deep, greedy breath.
"Haaa~"
His hot breath blew through the nylon onto her skin. Kanade's body shook. The sensation was ticklish and overwhelming, forcing a low, involuntary moan from her throat.
Perverted... brat... she cursed in her head, bracing herself against the locker walls.
Finally, Fei-yu opened his mouth. He sucked her toes into his mouth, one by one, like tender bamboo shoots. He didn't stop until half her foot was engulfed in his hot, wet maw. He was ravenous. His tongue worked expertly, swirling around her toes and tracing the soles through the thin fabric.
Her skin was soft, without any calluses. He felt like he could do this every day.
Kanade felt her toes curling and twitching in his mouth, trying to escape his marauding tongue. But she was trapped. Her back was pressed against the cold metal, her thighs clamped shut, her hands over her mouth to stifle the sounds of her pleasure. She felt a warm, wet pulse between her legs. If she didn't hold it in, she might actually lose control right there.
After five or six minutes of wet, slurping sounds, Fei-yu finally pulled away.
"Is... is it over?" Kanade asked, her voice thick and breathless.
"Almost," Fei-yu replied, wiping a trail of saliva from his chin.
"Then take me back..." Kanade felt a sticky, wet sensation between her toes that made her grimace. Disgusting... you'll pay for this, you little freak!
"Not yet."
"What!" Kanade's voice rose, then she quickly lowered it. "You promised! You said it would be over after this! You're breaking your word!"
"Ms. Himuro, what are you talking about? I'm a man of my word. You're the one being difficult."
"You shameless liar! Didn't you just lick my foot?"
"I did. But I only licked one foot," Fei-yu pointed out.
Kanade went silent.