The Bare Legs Demonstration (2)
The guild warehouse smelled of old paper and dust. Sunlight slipped through a small ceiling window, illuminating the motes drifting lazily through the air. In that narrow, secret space, a strange act of service began.
“Higher… right there. It doesn’t feel cool enough.”
Eila sat on an old wooden chair with her legs crossed, issuing commands. Her pale bare feet dangled in the air, toes twitching playfully.
“Y-yes… understood.”
Hans knelt at her feet, massaging her calves with the reverence of a man tending to a holy relic.
This is actually driving me insane.
The sensation against his palms was entirely different from usual. He wasn’t touching the smooth stockings that normally sheathed Eila’s legs. This was warm, soft, slightly elastic bare skin. The body heat traveling through his fingertips sent sharp jolts straight into his brain.
“Mmm…”
Eila let out a languid sigh. Arms folded, she gazed down at the squirming Hans with the arrogant, possessive look one might give a loyal dog.
“Hans. Why didn’t you come yesterday?”
Her voice was soft and measured, yet the barbs hidden inside it were razor-sharp.
Hans broke into a cold sweat. He kept pressing firmly along her calf muscles while desperately searching for an excuse.
“Well… something urgent suddenly came up…”
“Liar.”
The tip of Eila’s foot gave his thigh a light kick.
“You were with another woman, weren’t you? That innkeeper… Masa, right?”
Ugh. At least she hasn’t found out about Karen.
“I saw her this morning. Her face was positively glowing. What exactly did you do all night to make her look like that?”
Her toes pressed firmly into the soft flesh of his inner thigh.
“Tell me. Did you sleep with her?”
“No, that’s not—”
Even as Hans stammered, his hands never stopped. If anything, they delved deeper. After sliding up her calf, his fingers gently pressed the sensitive hollow behind her knee.
“Hup…!”
Eila’s body gave a violent twitch. The back of the knee—a bundle of sensitive nerves. Direct contact with bare skin delivered stimulation several times stronger than through stockings.
“I told you… that spot is ticklish…”
Eila complained, yet she made no move to pull her leg away.
Is this a reward? Or torture? It’s too shadowed underneath to see her panty color… what a shame…
A feast of white flesh filled his vision. The faint, intimate scent of her skin teased his nose. Entranced, he slid his hands higher. Both palms wrapped around her smooth thighs, thumbs rubbing insistently at the tender inner flesh.
“Haa… Hans… your hands… they’re so hot…”
Eila’s breathing grew ragged. She had called him here in anger. She had meant to scold him. Yet this clumsy touch on her legs felt far too good. That worshipful gaze. That helpless, leg-obsessed expression. A strange sense of conquest bloomed inside her.
That’s right. You’re mine. A pervert who can’t live without my legs.
Unconsciously, she parted her thighs a little wider.
That was when it happened.
“Oh my…?”
Eila’s gaze locked onto Hans’s crotch. The front of his pants had risen into a blatant, heavy bulge—like a tent pitched between his legs.
“Hans? Why did you get like this just from massaging me?”
A mischievous smile curved her lips.
“Are you a pervert? Rubbing a woman’s legs while thinking dirty thoughts?”
Hans’s face burned crimson.
“S-sorry! I’ll just… step outside and calm down for a moment—”
He tried to stand in a panic.
“Sit.”
Eila’s voice fell like ice.
“Who said you could run? Your punishment isn’t over yet.”
She used her foot to shove his shoulder, forcing him back onto his knees, then lifted her bare foot and pressed it against the massive bulge in his pants.
Thump. The rigid hardness against her sole.
Wow… it’s actually rock-hard.
Curious eyes sparkling, Eila wriggled her foot. She scratched at the fabric with her toes, then rubbed slow circles with her sole.
“Huuuugh…!”
Hans threw his head back with a groan.
“It must hurt, being this swollen…”
Eila whispered. Slowly—excruciatingly slowly—she hooked her toes into his waistband and dragged both pants and underwear down.
With a wet slide, the suppressed beast sprang free. A ferocious cock, thick veins pulsing angrily across its surface.
Eila’s eyes widened. This was her first time seeing a man’s organ this close, in bright daylight.
“Disgusting… look at all those veins…”
Despite her words, her eyes glittered with clear excitement. Without hesitation, she placed her foot atop the burning pillar.
“Shall I… take care of it for you?”
“What? That’s not—ugh!”
Her sole pressed firmly against the glans. The contrast between cold foot and scorching tip sent pleasure racing up his spine and slamming into his brain.
“Do you like my feet that much, Hans?”
She curled her toes, gripping and releasing his shaft. Her big toe teased the urethral slit, while the soft wrinkles of her sole stroked downward. A footjob. Eila didn’t know the term, yet instinct told her exactly what this man craved and how to make him submit.
“Hauk! Eila… it’s too… too good…!”
She sandwiched his cock between both feet, rubbing, stroking, squeezing.
“Haaung…!”
A beastly moan tore from Hans’s throat. The velvety bare soles enveloped his entire length, sliding up and down. The flawless, callus-free texture felt like being wrapped in warm silk.
“Hans. Did you know?”
Eila whispered, cheeks flushed deep red.
“I’m not wearing anything underneath today.”
The sound of Hans’s sanity snapping echoed in his skull. He looked up. Beneath her skirt it was too dark to see clearly, but the thick, sweet scent rising from those depths told him everything.
“You’re… lying, right?”
“Want to check? Ah, but first…”
Eila quickened her footwork. Slap! Slap! Slap! The obscene sound of soles rubbing his cock filled the small room.
“Cum. All over my legs… empty everything onto me.”
“Ugh, ugh! Eila! It’s coming! I’m going to cum!”
“Don’t hold back! I’ll accept every last drop of your filthy desires, Hans!”
She clamped both feet tightly around his shaft and rubbed the glans even harder with her soles.
“Kruuuugh!”
Spurt! Spuuuurt!
Hans’s hips bucked. Thick white fluid erupted from the tip. Hot semen splattered across Eila’s smooth calves, the tops of her feet, and her thighs. The pearly mucus slid down in thick rivulets, staining her bare legs.
“Haa… haa…”
Hans slumped forward, utterly spent.
Eila gazed at her own legs. They were smeared with a man’s lust—filthy. Yet at the same time, an overwhelming sense of conquest swelled in her chest.
“Oh my… you really made a mess. What a pervert.”
She smiled seductively and wiped her semen-stained foot across his shirt.
“Take responsibility, Hans.”
Her eyes gleamed with cold light.
“From now on, you’re mine. If you go to those other bitches… I’ll kill you.”
A warning. And a love confession.
Lunchtime ended. The adventurer guild buzzed back to life. Adventurers returning from quests and parties seeking new requests filled the lobby with noise and energy.
“Hey, Eila! Got any good requests? D-rank is fine.”
A burly adventurer laughed heartily in front of the reception counter.
Eila answered with a flawless customer-service smile.
“Just a moment~ I’ll check for you.”
Her voice was sweet and kind. The situation beneath the desk, however, was anything but.
“Nngh…!”
Hans lay curled in the cramped space under the desk, hands clamped over his mouth. Eila’s bare foot was firmly planted on his crotch, pressing down.
“Stay by my side all day. I won’t let you go to any other women.”
The moment lunch ended, she had dragged him behind the counter and shoved him underneath. The tall desk created a perfect blind spot—nothing below was visible from the lobby.
“Mmph…”
Cold sweat poured down Hans’s face. Eila was working right above him. Countless adventurers stood just on the other side of the counter. If anyone found out, it was over.
Perverted sex offender arrested beneath adventurer guild reception desk.
The headline would be plastered across tomorrow’s town bulletin board.
Yet a far greater torment than fear gripped him: Eila’s bare feet. While pretending to review documents, she played relentlessly beneath the desk. Her big toe pinched his nipples; her sole rubbed across his face.
“Eila… please…”
Hans whispered desperately, but she ignored him completely.
“Ah, that request has already closed. How about the wolf pack subjugation in the eastern forest instead?”
She continued her calm conversation with the adventurer while grinding her heel into Hans’s solar plexus.
This woman… she’s enjoying every second of this.
Hans looked up. Inside her tight skirt—just as she had said—she wore nothing underneath. Between her pale thighs, a light brown patch of hair peeked shyly, and between those folds lay a glimpse of glistening pink.
Gulp.
He swallowed hard. It was torture—like having a feast set before him and being forbidden to eat.
Eila parted her legs a fraction more.
Can’t see clearly? Come closer.
It was as if she were inviting him. Hans crawled forward like an animal, pushing his head between her thighs.
A thick, feminine scent washed over him—far richer than what he had smelled in the warehouse.
“Huup…!”
Eila flinched while turning a page. Hans’s hot breath had brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
“Eila? Is something wrong?”
The adventurer sounded puzzled.
“N-no… I’m fine…”
She tried to sound casual while clamping Hans’s head between her thighs. A signal to stop? Or to continue? Hans didn’t hesitate.
He pressed his lips to her petals.
Slurp.
“Haauk…!”
Eila bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. She felt like she was losing her mind. People everywhere outside. And right beneath her, a man was licking her pussy. The immorality. The thrill.
Hans’s tongue moved without mercy. He flicked her clitoris with the tip, then licked broadly up the entrance of her slit. As if taking revenge for the way she had tormented him with her feet, he was relentless.
“Could you stamp this request form?”
“Y-yes… one moment…”
Eila’s hand trembled. She nearly pressed the inked stamp onto her own palm.
I’m going crazy… it feels too good…
This was her first time experiencing cunnilingus. Her legs threatened to give out, but she forced herself to stay upright. Her knuckles gripping the desk edge had turned white.
Slurp, slurp, sluuuurp.
The wet sounds from beneath the desk were fortunately swallowed by the guild’s ambient noise. To Eila’s ears, however, they roared like thunder.
“Huuung…!”
A tiny moan finally escaped.
“Hm? Did you say something?”
“Ah, no… my throat’s just a little dry…”
Eila coughed and blushed furiously.
Hans had lost all reason. He gripped her ass with both hands and buried his face completely. He sharpened his tongue and thrust it inside her.
Delicious. Salty… and sweet.
Eila’s juices flowed endlessly, soaking his chin.
“Here’s the stamped form…”
She handed the document to the adventurer, but her eyes had already gone half-lidded.
“Thanks, Eila. Your face is really red today, though. Heatstroke?”
“Yes… it’s a bit… warm in here…”
The adventurer took the paper and turned away.
In that instant—
“Hup!!!!”
Eila clapped both hands over her mouth and collapsed onto the desk. Hans had sealed his lips around her clitoris and sucked with vacuum-like force.
The intense suction made her vision flash white.
“Huuuuuup…!”
A silent scream tore through her. Her thighs stiffened, toes curling uncontrollably. She grabbed Hans’s hair beneath the desk and shook it wildly—begging him to stop, begging him not to stop.
Glurk. Glurk.
Her pussy contracted hard, flooding his mouth with her juices.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Once every adventurer had left for their afternoon duties, Eila collapsed into her chair. Sweat drenched her entire body. Her legs trembled so violently she couldn’t stand.
Hans crawled out from under the desk. Wiping the glistening nectar from his lips, he grinned.
“Are you… no longer angry?”
Eila stared at him blankly for a moment, then let out a soft laugh.
“Not even close.”
She grabbed his collar, yanked him close, and crushed her lips against his. A deep, filthy kiss that carried the taste of her own juices.
“We’re nowhere near finished. Tonight… come to my house. I have plenty of stockings in my room…”
Obsession and raw possessiveness burned in her eyes like wildfire—an absolute command from a queen to her slave.
Hans swallowed hard. He had the distinct feeling he wouldn’t be able to collect his own bones by morning. But… her legs were simply too fatally tempting to refuse.