The Telescope's Shocking Revelation
The interior of the Adventurer's Guild warehouse was thick with the acrid scent of dust, the musty smell of old paper, and a strange, lingering aroma of saliva. In the narrow space lit only by a faint lamp, Hans knelt on the floor, lost in worship of Eila's legs.
"Hah... slurp... mmm...!"
The wet, obscene sounds shattered the silence. Hans's face was buried between Eila's thighs, his tongue moving without pause. It glided over the coffee-colored stockings, nipped lightly, then flattened to rub and press, etching every sensation deep into his mind. Eila's legs were already drenched, glistening with his saliva.
"Mmm..."
Arms crossed, Eila looked down at him with a peculiar smile. It was not disgust. What stirred deep in her stomach was something far more primal—conquest. The sight of a perfectly respectable man, an academy graduate no less, reduced to panting and desperate over a single pair of legs was intoxicating. He looked like a loyal dog licking its master's feet.
This is fun.
A stimulating new toy had appeared in her otherwise dull life.
After sucking on her thighs for a long while, Hans slowly lifted his head. His eyes were half-glazed, saliva trailing from his lips in thin strands. He looked up at her with a pleading gaze.
"Eila... Eila, ma'am..."
His voice cracked with pleasure.
"What is it? Already finished?"
"No... it's not that..."
Hans swallowed hard. His gaze drifted to the tips of her feet—the final territory he had yet to claim. With reverent eyes, he stared at her high-heeled black shoes as though they were a sacred relic he had been saving.
"Please... may I take off your shoes?"
"......?"
"I want to lick your feet... I want to lick them so badly."
Eila was momentarily speechless. The legs she could understand. But the feet? They had been trapped in shoes all day, and after running through the forest during the rescue incident, they were surely sweaty and pungent.
"Are you in your right mind?" she asked, brow furrowing. "You've been running around outside all day. They'll smell. You're really okay with that?"
Her words were a sensible warning. Yet—
"It's fine!"
Hans's answer was immediate. If anything, his eyes burned even brighter.
"No—it's perfect! The sweat... that's the real reward! Please...!"
Eila let out a disbelieving laugh. This man's perversion exceeded even her imagination.
"Fine. If that's what you want."
She shrugged and extended her foot. Hans's face lit up like a child receiving a treasure chest. He reached for her shoe.
Thud.
The black shoe dropped to the floor, revealing Eila's foot wrapped in thin stockings. The delicate curves of her toes and the elegant arch of her sole were fully exposed. Hans pressed his nose against it and inhaled deeply.
"Hah... haa..."
A rich, heady scent flooded his senses—sweat mixed with the chemical tang of nylon. To an ordinary person it would have been repulsive. To Hans, it was the finest drug imaginable.
"Nngh...!"
He shuddered violently. The stimulation was dizzying.
"Haa... this smell... it's incredible... I'm losing my mind..."
Both hands cradled her foot as he rubbed it against his cheek, then extended his tongue without hesitation.
Lick.
He probed between her toes with obsessive focus.
"Hah!"
Eila flinched, curling her foot. It tickled—and the wet sensation she had expected to find unpleasant was surprisingly tolerable. More than that, a sharp current raced up from her toes, making her spine tingle.
"Slurp... lick... haa..."
Hans dragged his tongue broadly across the sole, lapping up every trace of sweat as though savoring ice cream. Eila bit her lip to stifle a moan. She had never realized how sensitive her feet were. The heat of his tongue made her toes curl involuntarily.
That tiny reaction shattered the last of Hans's restraint. Excited by her response, he became almost feral. He focused first on her big toe, sucking it deeply between his lips with wet, obscene sounds as if tasting candy for the first time. Once finished, he moved immediately to the next toe, then the next, coating every inch with his saliva until her entire foot glistened.
Still unsatisfied, his hands crept upward—past the ankle, along the calf, back to the thigh. This time they sought deeper territory, the hidden space just beneath her skirt. His fingertips brushed the sensitive skin near the edge of her panties.
"That's enough."
Eila's cold voice stopped him cold. Her foot pushed lightly against his chest.
Thud.
"Ghk!"
Hans jerked back as if shocked, hands flying away. He stared at her in a daze. She looked down at him, arms still crossed, eyes icy.
"Don't cross the line, Hans."
"Ah... b-but..."
"I only permitted the legs. Anything more is a breach of contract."
If I give him too much at once, it won't be fun. I'll tame him slowly... very slowly.
Hans's mind cleared instantly. Shame and self-loathing crashed over him as he took in the sight of Eila's legs and feet, thoroughly marked by his saliva.
"I-I'm sorry... I lost control..."
His face burned. Eila smirked, clearly enjoying his reaction.
"That's all for today. Go home."
"Y-yes! I'm truly sorry! And... thank you!"
Hans fled the warehouse in a panic. Watching the door close, Eila allowed herself a satisfied smile.
"Heh. Cute boy."
She glanced at her damp legs. They felt sticky and uncomfortable, yet her mood was excellent.
That night, at Eila's home.
After her shower, Eila lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
"Pfft."
A giggle escaped her. Her rural life had been unbearably monotonous—same work, same scenery, same people. Then an unexpected bomb had dropped into her routine.
Hans. A respectable academy graduate whose mind was completely occupied by stockings.
He went crazy just from being allowed to touch my legs.
She ran a hand along her leg. Though she had scrubbed thoroughly with soap, the memory of his hot tongue lingered.
"This is fun. He'll be very useful."
Plans for using him began forming rapidly. The Ludel branch was severely understaffed, and the budget was too tight for part-timers. But Hans?
Make him clean the guild floor and let him touch my feet afterward.
Have him organize the warehouse and lick my calves.
For especially difficult tasks... maybe even the inner thighs.
The thought alone was thrilling. He would probably work for free—perhaps even pay for the privilege.
"A perfect slave."
Eila pulled the blanket over herself, sinking into pleasant fantasies. For the first time in her life, she was actually looking forward to going to work tomorrow.
Meanwhile, back in his inn room, Hans sat on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily.
"Haa... haa..."
He couldn't calm down. Eila's legs, their texture, their scent, the way her stockings had glistened with his saliva—everything replayed in his mind like a vivid panorama.
"I can't take it anymore. I really can't."
He was already at his limit. The desire he had suppressed under Eila's gaze in the warehouse erupted like a volcano the moment he was alone.
"This other world is the best... truly the best..."
Muttering to himself, he yanked off his pants. When he pulled down his underwear, his raging erection sprang free. Closing his eyes while standing, he pictured Eila's legs and began stroking himself.
"Nngh... Eila..."
His hand moved faster.
At the same moment, in the security force watchtower some distance from the inn, a chilly night breeze blew.
"Ugh... it's cold."
Karen, the security chief on night duty, shivered and pulled her cloak tighter. Normally she would have left the watch to her subordinates and rested in the warm office. Instead, she had deliberately climbed up to this cold, exposed post.
There was only one reason.
"That idiot... he better not cause more trouble."
It was because of Hans. The humiliation she had suffered in the forest today—and the man responsible for it. To Karen, Hans was both a person of interest and a troublemaker who needed watching.
"If he pulls any more stunts in my territory, I won't let it slide."
She raised her telescope. Through her subordinates, she had learned Hans's room number: 201. The only window on the second floor of the inn that still had its lights on.
Karen adjusted the focus. The curtains were open.
"Oh? There he is."
Hans was inside. But his behavior was strange. He was hurriedly removing his pants—and then his underwear as well.
"W-what? Why is he stripping?"
She was flustered but couldn't look away. Was he changing clothes? No—Hans made no move to put on new clothes. Instead, his hand went between his legs.
The telescope's magnification was unnecessarily powerful. Hans's large, intimidating member came into sharp, explicit view.
"......!!"
Karen stopped breathing. It was the first time she had ever seen a man's genitals. Raised under her overprotective father, her world had always been pure and safe. Even during her time in the knight order, no one had ever reached the stage of becoming her lover. What she saw now was... larger, more grotesque, and more threatening than she had imagined.
That's... a man's...
Her face flushed crimson. She knew she should look away, but her body refused to move.
Then Hans's hand began to move—up and down, rapidly.
"What... what on earth is he doing?"
Karen squinted. Was he in pain? Itching? But his expression didn't look pained. If anything... he looked lost in pleasure. Mouth open, head thrown back, hips twitching.
She watched, entranced. It was grotesque. Why would anyone make such a face while abusing their own body like that?
Hans's movements grew more frantic. Finally, his mouth opened wide as if screaming. His body arched like a bow.
In that instant—
Spurt! Spurt, spurt!
A thick white liquid shot out in long arcs.
"......"
Karen froze. The hand holding the telescope trembled violently. Shock. Her mind went blank. What was that? It wasn't blood. White... poison?
Hans collapsed onto the bed, panting. Was he dead? No—he was alive. In fact, he looked quite comfortable as he got up again and reached for tissues to clean himself.
"This... this is... what..."
Karen lowered the telescope. Her legs gave out and she sank to the floor. Her heart pounded wildly. She couldn't begin to understand what she had just witnessed.
But one thing was certain.
A massive, sticky crack had appeared in her once-unshakable worldview.