Chapter 210: Tilted Scales (5)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 210: Tilted Scales (5)[R-18]
“Estelle, has everything been alright lately? Nothing feels... off with your body?”
“....!!”
Estelle’s eyes widened at Ian’s sudden question.
To Ian, it was just a casual inquiry, but Estelle couldn’t find the words to answer easily.
‘...Off? Does Ian... does he know? That my clitoris has... become strange?’
Swept away by her delusions, Estelle remained silent for a moment before shaking her head.
‘...No! There’s no way!’
Logically, unless Ian had peeked at her clitoris during the treatment, there was no way he could know!
No, even thinking that his question was about her clitoris was weird in the first place.
“Estelle? What’s wrong? Is there really something wrong?”
Perhaps the silence had been too long; Ian peered into her face with a worried expression and asked again.
Seeing him like that, the playfulness Estelle had been suppressing began to crawl to the surface.
‘I shouldn’t... I really shouldn’t...’
Even though she knew it was wrong, why did her heart flutter and her mood lift whenever she saw Ian flustered or troubled because of her?
「Foot Fetish」
At that moment, something Frederica had told her randomly flashed through her mind.
“It’s a preference where one finds sexual attraction in small, white, pretty feet like yours, My Lady!”
Even as she thought it was nonsense—that Ian couldn’t possibly have such a perverted fetish—she couldn’t stop a tiny sprout of expectation from blooming.
“Well... it’s just...”
“Just?”
“It’s nothing major... but since my feet regained their sensation after so long, they feel a bit sensitive. I’m not sure if it’s because Frederica touched them strangely... or if feet are just supposed to feel like this...”
“Your feet are sensitive?”
Only after she finished speaking did Estelle realize what she had just said.
‘Estelle, you idiot!! Why would you say that!’
What if Ian thought it was weird? What if he thought she was having lewd thoughts so soon after regaining sensation? Or what if he misunderstood Frederica?
Regret washed over her like a wave.
“Then should I take a look? I need to check where and how they’re sensitive. Of course, strictly as part of the treatment.”
“Wha-what? You’re going to touch them? A-ah, no... there’s no need for that...! I’m fine!”
“No, I’ve realized how important it is to understand a patient’s condition during ‘treatment.’”
He was being sincere.
After ‘treating’ Laplace recently, he had realized how vital it was to tailor the treatment to the patient.
It definitely wasn't because he thought this was a great opportunity to legally touch Estelle’s feet.
“...I-if you put it that way... okay. Just wait a second. I’ll move to the sofa...”
“No, stay still. I’ll carry you.”
“Eh..? Huyat..?!!”
Before she could refuse, Ian stepped in and swept her up into a light ‘Princess Carry.’
Thump-thump—!
Being suddenly held in Ian’s arms made her breath hitch and her head spin.
Along with Ian’s body heat, a faint, pleasant scent wafted over her.
‘...He’s too close!’
She was worried he might hear her heartbeat, but Ian simply smiled and carefully laid her down on the sofa.
Then, sitting naturally beside her, he took hold of her ankles and began to slowly remove her shoes and socks.
Slide— slip—
“Hngh!”
As her bare feet were exposed, Estelle let out a small moan despite herself, her toes curling slightly.
It was her first time showing her bare feet to anyone other than Frederica...
And considering that person was Ian, it was honestly difficult to keep her sanity.
Gulp—
She could even hear the auditory hallucination of Ian swallowing hard.
‘...So these are... Estelle’s feet!’
He had expected them to be nice, but Estelle’s feet were beyond his imagination.
He certainly wasn't one, but if someone with a ‘Foot Fetish’ saw these feet...
They would describe them as a masterpiece—small and dainty enough to fit in one hand, with each toe elegantly long and perfectly shaped nails, and especially the smooth, soft line of the ankles!
Of course, he’d had plenty of opportunities to examine Estelle’s body during the ‘Exorcisms.’
But he was a man who knew how to respect boundaries.
While it was fine to tease Estelle’s ‘pussy’ or ‘clitoris’ to force a climax for the sake of exorcism, staring intently at places like her ‘feet’ or ‘armpits’ was clearly crossing the line.
‘...I’m so... embarrassed...’
Estelle lowered her head, her face flushed deep red.
She had only wanted to tease him a little, but seeing Ian check her feet so seriously made her feel like she was going to die of embarrassment.
Then, Ian suddenly leaned down and brought his nose close to her foot...
Inhale—!
“Hieek!! I-Ian!! What are you doing!! D-did you just smell my feet?!”
“Ah, yes! I did. Don’t worry. They only smell fragrant.”
I answered Estelle’s question with confidence.
“Really?... Then... that’s a relief—no! Why! Why would you smell someone’s feet!”
“Estelle, don’t misunderstand. Since you said they were sensitive, I was checking the basic condition through scent first to see if there was an issue. Experts can identify abnormalities just by smell.”
It wasn't a lie.
Why would I lie to my precious classmate, Estelle?
Of course, I wasn't an expert, so I couldn't actually tell anything by smelling them...!
Regardless, the more information I had on Estelle, the more effectively I could perform the ‘Exorcism,’ so in the end, it was a necessary act for her sake.
“...O-oh, really? Sorry... I didn't know... I was just a bit surprised. Right. There’s no way you’d get turned on by looking at my feet or anything...”
“..........Alright, then I’ll start touching them for real now. Tell me immediately if it hurts or feels strange.”
“Okay. I understand, Ian.”
Seeing Ian’s hand reach for her sole, Estelle unconsciously held her breath.
Squish—
“Haah...!♥...I...Ian...!”
As Ian’s finger gently pressed the tip of her big toe, a sweet moan escaped Estelle’s lips.
‘...Ugh..!..What is this!♥’
An unfamiliar sensation, like a tingling electric current, surged through her entire body.
It certainly didn't hurt, but it wasn't just simple ticklishness either.
It was similar to when Frederica massaged her, yet entirely different...
Much more intense, and addictive.
Thump— thump— thump—
Hearing Estelle’s unexpected moan, my heart began to race.
Added to that was the squishy texture felt through my fingers.
Because she used a wheelchair, she didn't have even the slightest calluses needed for daily life...
The ultimate ‘Soft Feet,’ which I had concluded couldn't exist in reality, were now in my hands!
Press—!
I tried to calm my excitement and pressed another part of her sole.
“How about here? Does it hurt?”
“Hngh!.. N-no...! It doesn't hurt...!...Ugh!.. But... it’s a bit... strange...!”
“Strange? How?”
“...Hngh!...I...I don’t know..!...It feels like it might be ticklish!...Hngh! Ha..haah...!”
Confused by the sensation she was feeling for the first time, Estelle moaned, gripping the sofa cushions tightly.
Press—! Press-press—! Knead—!
“Haah!..Kgh..!..I..Ian! Wait.. not there... hngh!”
“Your feet definitely seem sensitive. Then, how about here? Does it feel different from the other spots?”
“Hieeek!.....I don't know!...I don't..!...Kgh!.. Don't... ask.... haah!”
Knead, knead—
The moment Ian touched the center of her sole, Estelle cried out urgently.
“W-wait!...Ian!...Haah!...Not.. there..!!”
If Ian touched the spot that had been suspiciously sensitive even when Frederica pressed it...?
Shiver—!
A cold sweat ran down Estelle’s spine.
“I...Ian...re...really...!...Haa...there...you re...really... can't put it in... no, haa... you, you can put it in... but be... gentle... please... never... do it roughly...”
“Yes, of course. I’ll be gentle.”
Press—!
“Hick-hieek!...♥ I... I told you... not to do it... roughly..!..But..!!..If you... put it in... that roughly..!..I’ll... break..! Haah! Hngh!...Ah!...Ang!...Aah!♥...Stop!...I..Ian!...Hick!♥”
Estelle’s ragged breathing and the sound of her soles and toes being handled filled the reception room.
“Haah... haah... I... Ian..”
“....”
Thump—! Thump—!
I was clearly a man who knew how to respect boundaries, and I was merely examining Estelle’s feet right now...
But the sensation of the ‘Soft Feet’ transmitted through my fingertips and her sweet moans seemed to be paralyzing my reason.
‘Ian, you crazy bastard! Are you going to make another mistake!’
Had I already forgotten how I hurt Estelle when I went mad with lust during that past ‘3-day forced No Nut Abstinence’!
Even if human greed is endless and we repeat the same mistakes...
If I hurt Estelle like that again, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself.
Step— step—
“Ahaha... it was a very unique and... healthy taste, Lady Yuris.”
“Hehe! I’m glad! I’ll make it for you again next time!”
Just then, hearing voices, I spoke to Estelle as I put her socks back on.
“I think that’s enough for the foot exam. There doesn't seem to be anything particularly wrong.”
“...Y-yes... th-thank you.”
Of course, I hadn't done anything suspicious, but there was no need to invite misunderstanding.
“My Lady~ Master Ian~ we’re back!”
“Hehe!! I made the drink for Master Ian myself! I didn't know what you’d like! So I mixed ‘Barley Cola,’ ‘Pine Needle Snow,’ and ‘Coconut Water’ all together!”
As I was putting her shoes on, Frederica entered the reception room with Yuris and shouted brightly.
“...Oh... you’re back, Frederica.”
“My, My Lady’s face is so red... did something good happen between the two of you?”
“W-what are you talking about! Frederica! Nothing happened! We were just... discussing the next treatment!”
“Hooo~ I see~ Treatment talk~.”
Frederica nodded with a sly grin at Estelle’s answer.
“Well then, since we need to start the ‘treatment’ in earnest, shall we move My Lady to her room, Master Ian?”
“Yes, let’s.”
I carefully placed Estelle back in her wheelchair, moved her to her room, and gently laid her on the bed.
“Then, Master Ian, Lady Yuris. I leave My Lady in your hands.”
Frederica’s playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a deep bow filled with sincere worry and trust before she quietly left the room.
“...Then, Estelle. Are you ready?”
“...Yes.”
“Here, Lady Estelle!”
“...Thank you, Lady Yuris.”
Gulp— gulp—
Estelle downed the sleep potion Yuris handed her in one go.
“...Umm... Ian...”
Soon, as if the drowsiness was hitting her, Estelle looked at me with sleepy eyes and reached out her hand.
“Yes. I’m right here.”
Squeeze—
As the treatments repeated, it had become natural for me to hold her hand until she fell asleep, even without being asked.
“.......”
Before long, Estelle’s breathing became steady as she fell into a deep sleep.
Slide—
I carefully let go of her hand and spoke to Yuris.
“Let’s begin. Bitch.”
“Yes! Master!”
As if she had been waiting, Yuris skillfully layered five canine potty pads under Estelle’s waist and began to undress her.
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
“...Orc Estrus Potion. Undiluted. Brush number 3.”
“Yes! Master!”
Squish— squish—
—Recording—
▣REC : 00 : 00 : 01
While Yuris applied a generous amount of the undiluted ‘Orc Estrus Potion’ to the brush, I started the recording and spoke.
“Whew... Current time is 1:23 PM. Beginning the 11th Exorcism Ritual.”