The Bakery Girl (5)
“This is…”
She gave his toes a few light taps, and Crane’s cock began to twitch and swell by degrees.
Disgusting…
She cursed him silently, yet the way it grew under those little prods was somehow both fascinating and revolting at once.
“It looks like it’s getting bigger now… You can handle the rest yourself, can’t you?”
“No. It won’t get hard unless it’s your feet. Keep rubbing it, please. Hiiik!”
She trapped his cock between her big toe and second toe. When she began to stroke it slowly up and down, the thing lifted its head with greedy eagerness.
Squelch. Squelch.
Wet with spit, it felt slick and slippery against her skin.
“Mmm.”
May’s feelings were a tangled mess. She was rubbing another man’s cock with her toes. Yet the sight of Crane’s face, flushed with excitement and full of expectation, made her hesitate. If she stopped now, there was no telling what he might do out of disappointment.
“Fine, then…”
She used both feet, sandwiching his fully erect cock between her soles and working them back and forth.
Squelch… squelch…
Lewd wet sounds filled the quiet storeroom of ingredients.
“Khuh… kuh…”
Crane clapped his right hand over his mouth and rocked from side to side. For a while he kept his eyes squeezed shut, then cracked them open to look at May.
“Miss Blair…”
“What? Does it hurt?”
“It’s nothing. It just feels too good.”
“…”
May’s face twisted as if she had expected exactly that answer. If Crane turned out not to be the culprit, she decided, she could at least tell herself she had done him a favor.
Squelch! Squelch!
Lost in the rapture between his legs, Crane was peeping up her skirt. With both of her legs occupied, the view was wide open. The white panties he could see were already soaked through, clearly outlining the secret mound beneath.
Not long ago he had been thoroughly scolded for peeking there, yet the memory remained vivid: smooth, completely bare, a vivid pink flower.
Squelch! Squelch!
The same girl who always looked at him with pure contempt whenever he harbored filthy thoughts was now obediently trapping his cock between her feet and stroking it. He had endured every kind of humiliation and disgrace, and somehow it had led all the way to a footjob. The thought that if they grew just a little closer she might give him her body sent a fresh surge of excitement through him.
Still, he told himself he must not finish too quickly. He forced his mind toward home—his parents’ faces, the face of his pet dog.
Ben, the short brown-haired dog with the droopy face.
What’s he doing right now?
Is Mother still healthy?
May’s voice shattered the distraction.
“My legs are tired… Should we stop?”
Crane shook his head hard. His cock was already fully hard and radiating heat. The dark-red, veined length was being rubbed between her small white soles. The instant he saw his own cock sliding against May’s feet, the sudden rush of climax nearly made him black out.
Spurt! Spurt!
He could not hold it. Semen shot out like water from a toy gun, arcing through the air to spatter May’s face and body.
“Ugh!! What the hell is this?!”
Crane was not the culprit. The sheer volume of thick, yellowish semen proved he had not come in days at the very least. May, drenched in the massive load, could barely collect herself.
“Haa… What am I supposed to do with this?”
Even in the chaos she pulled out a handkerchief and began peeling the thick clumps of semen from her hair. They looked like freshly shucked oysters, milky white.
“I’m sorry.”
Crane grabbed a scrap of cloth and started wiping the semen from her body and clothes as well.
“Crane, I’m sorry I suspected you… Then who the hell did it?”
May’s face burned with shame. Not only had she accused an innocent person, she had also shown him this humiliating act.
She fell into brief thought.
“Paul, maybe?”
“Paul was with me the whole time. He couldn’t have done it then. Could it be the shopkeeper?”
“No, the shopkeeper… I can’t tell you why, but he’s not the one.”
A man who had even quit being an adventurer would not change his sexual preferences overnight.
Once the sweat cooled and the heat faded, a sudden chill set in.
“Let’s just clean up roughly and get out. We’re still on the clock.”
May left to wash and change her clothes.
“I’m sorry, shopkeeper. I ruined my clothes, so I washed and changed.”
“It’s fine, Miss Blair. You can head home for today. Time’s already up.”
The smiling shopkeeper did not scold her for being gone so long.
After waiting a good while, Paul spoke to May as she was about to leave the bakery.
“Miss Blair, if it’s all right… could we talk for a moment before you go home?”
“Hm? What is it this time…?”
She almost slipped into casual speech with him, then caught herself. In truth, both Paul and Crane were young enough to be her nephews if she counted her original age. That was why the informal tone came so naturally. But unlike Crane, with whom she had grown somewhat close, she barely knew Paul, so she felt she ought to keep some manners.
At her puzzled reaction, Paul suddenly began to fidget.
“Well… the truth is, there’s something I really need to say today.”
He shrank a little when he saw the look on May’s face.
“Ah…”
May let out a small sound of realization. So that was why he had come. That was why he had waited all this time.
“Then where should we go…?”
After a few seconds of thought she asked him back.
“There’s a teahouse nearby that I know well. We can talk there.”
“Then I’m coming too.”
Crane butted in without any sense of the atmosphere.
“He said it’s important, so it’s just Paul and me. You go back to the dorm.”
May cleared her throat and looked away. Crane watched the two of them with open displeasure, then spun on his heel and left.
The teahouse Paul knew was not far. Yet those few minutes of walking felt endless.
It was a quiet café with tables and chairs of old wood that left a strong impression. Because the hour was still early, they were the only customers.
They took seats, and May studied Paul’s face. Jet-black hair against porcelain skin, golden eyes that glowed softly, and delicate fingers. Even setting sword skill aside, he was the kind of man every woman at the academy would gladly throw her pride away for.
Of course, that did not apply to May. Because the person inside her was a man.
“Miss Blair, what would you like to drink?”
“Honey lemon tea for me.”
“Then I’ll have the same… Two honey lemon teas, please.”
Paul ordered in a gentle voice from the female server.
“…Yes, of course.”
The half-dazed server could not tear her eyes from Paul’s face.
May shook her head in mild disbelief. Paul, looking tense, opened his mouth.
“Miss Blair, what I wanted to say today is…”
May swallowed hard, nerves tightening. Don’t tell me this is another confession…
It had not taken her long after arriving in this world to realize that most men looked at her with ulterior motives.
“Um… I’ve noticed you only hang around with Crane. You’re not dating him, are you?”
“Pffft!”
She sprayed the honey lemon tea she had just sipped. Thinking about it, other students might easily get that impression. And more than that—hadn’t the two of them already seen each other in some truly unseemly situations?
Still, to be suspected of dating fat, clumsy Crane of all people…
Honestly, it stung a little. When people had asked if she was dating Professor Anton, it had not bothered her nearly as much.
“Is that how it looked?”
May asked back, voice flat with disbelief. Pure pity sat clear in her eyes.
“It’s… not?”
“Of course not.”
At her mournful answer, Paul’s eyes went round. He nearly jumped out of his seat; he was clearly shocked.
“Then what kind of relationship do the two of you have…?”
“We’re both complete beginners at swordsmanship, so we just train together. That’s all. No relationship whatsoever.”
“Is that so? Haha… I had no idea…”
A faint smile touched the corners of Paul’s eyes. Looking relieved, he spoke again.
“Then… would you become friends with me?”
“Mm… We’re already taking the same classes. Aren’t we all friends already?”
She answered with a little snort of laughter.
“No, the kind of friend I mean is… like Crane. Someone you hang out with, train with, that sort of thing.”
The hurried reply made May feel a twinge of discomfort.
A guy this handsome and skilled—what’s he lacking that he wants to hang around with a swordsmanship beginner like me…
Of course she could see Paul’s ulterior motives plain as day…
Crane had them too, but he was so easy to handle that it never felt like much of a burden. Comparing Paul’s capacity and skill to Crane’s was like comparing heaven and earth. If she carelessly started spending time with him, she might end up completely at his mercy with no way to fight back.
“I’ll think about that and give you an answer later.”
May offered an awkward smile. Paul rose from his seat with a flustered expression.
“Th-then… I’ll wait for your answer.”
Looking thoroughly rattled, he left the teahouse at once.
Maybe he simply was not used to being turned down by a girl.
In a way, it’s kind of cute…
Left alone, May began to finish the rest of her honey lemon tea.