Chapter 169: Charlotte (1) Cumming in the Princess's Foot[R-18]
Chapter 169: Charlotte (1) Cumming in the Princess's Foot[R-18]
In this world, there are bunny girl goddesses, female knights with sleep-play fetishes, and even anarchist saints.
Fermaton was a place where people of all sorts of tastes existed, but I never imagined this woman would have this kind of inclination.
"Ugh."
I was going to blow.
"If you feel like you're going to cum, you may do so immediately."
She had barely started moving her feet, yet I felt like I was already at my limit.
"I am helping you get one out so that we may have an intellectual conversation, Young Lord. I am certainly not doing this because I want to have sex with you right this moment."
"Who's to say we won't end up having sex anyway?"
"Well, I don't know. To me, having an intellectual conversation with the Young Lord feels like sex in itself."
Charlotte giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.
While her feet never stopped toyed with my cock, she acted with total composure, even pouring herself a glass of wine into the Dark Jeanne sitting beside her.
"I've revealed my inner thoughts this far to you. There's a certain thrill in talking to you, Young Lord—wondering just how far your mind is racing."
"I think it would be even more thrilling if I put my cock inside your pussy."
"I haven't tried that yet, and for now, talking business with you is much more entertaining."
Charlotte handed the Dark Jeanne to me.
"Young Lord. Are you thirsty?"
"I'd like a sip, at least."
"Then I would prefer if you drank without using your hands."
Charlotte pressed the Dark Jeanne under my chin.
The rim of the glass touched exactly below my lower lip. I immediately realized what she was intending with this gesture.
"Charlotte. Am I a dog to you?"
"If you lap it up, I might just have sex with you."
Slurp.
"Young Lord. Do you have no pride?"
"When faced with the prospect of taking a virginity, a man is a creature that would give up his very soul. Especially against a beauty like you."
"Then will you give me the Mythstone?"
"Shouldn't we discuss that further?"
"Hmph, getting all serious on me now, are we?"
Press.
The tips of her stocking-clad feet gripped my cock from both sides.
Her toes poked at my pubic bone, and with her soles pressed firmly against the sides of my shaft, she began to move them slowly back and forth.
"Young Lord. You don't happen to think I'm the type of person who enjoys tormenting others, do you?"
"Aren't you?"
Especially while doing this?
"If my hands were tied behind my back right now, this would be no different from being confined and raped. You're treating me like a sex slave."
"Is that so? You clearly don't know how a real male sex slave is treated."
"How are they treated, then?"
"I wouldn't know either. Pfft."
Charlotte took back the wine glass I had been drinking from, rotated it 180 degrees with her fingers, and took a light sip.
"I've never handled a sex slave before, you see."
"Are you doing that on purpose? The indirect kiss?"
"Saying things like that makes this no fun."
"My apologies."
"You're apologizing to me quite a lot today. First about the rape talk, and now this."
Charlotte took a mouthful of wine.
"If you could fuck my virginity away, I suppose you'd apologize a hundred, even a thousand times, wouldn't you?"
"Naturally."
"You really are an interesting man, Young Lord. You wear your heart on your sleeve."
"There's no one else as honest with themselves as I am."
"Hmph. And yet you claim your image as a sex-crazed man is just 'image making.' It's a contradiction."
She then extended the half-full Dark Jeanne toward me and began to tilt it slowly.
"Why are you so obsessed with virginity anyway?"
"It's not an obsession."
"Not an obsession? Is it because you hate 'used' goods?"
"Hardly."
If I can purchase something used efficiently, I'll buy it without hesitation.
But people are different.
"If I hated 'used' things, then everyone who was once loyal to someone else would be considered 'used' to me, wouldn't they?"
"You're dodging the point. We're talking about virgins."
"It's the same thing."
Charlotte understood the surface, but not the depth.
"It's not enough for the body to be a virgin. The heart must be a virgin as well. To become the first man of a woman who has loved no one, who has felt no attraction to anyone since the moment she left her mother's womb... that is the partner I, Ruji Fermaton, am looking for."
"You are a pervert among perverts. A truly mad one."
"And what does that make you, stroking such a pervert's cock with your feet?"
"Hmph."
Charlotte tilted the rest of the Dark Jeanne.
I thought she was going to make me stick out my tongue and lap it up again, but instead, she soaked her feet with the wine and began to rub my cock with them.
"You're not the type to go soft just because some alcohol touched your cock, right?"
"Hey. The alcohol content in wine might be low, but if you're not careful, this could make a man's cock explode."
"But it won't, will it? I'm sure someone has already done something like this to you."
"What?"
"A woman who drank wine and then sucked your cock... I bet there's at least one."
"......."
There was Laura.
"You're like a damn psychic."
"Fufu. I can pretty much figure out what's going on in that head of yours, Young Lord."
"Then do you know what I'm thinking right now?"
"That you want me to do this?"
Charlotte pulled her feet upward and gripped my glans with her toes.
"How is it?"
"That's not exactly it, but... this does feel pretty damn good. Ugh...."
As if moving a joystick with her feet, Charlotte gripped my cock and began to move it every which way.
With her other foot, she stroked the side of my shaft, soaking the entire thing, and then leaned her upper body forward until we were eye-to-eye.
"Young Lord. I'm not exactly... how should I put it... a sadist."
"And?"
"...And yet, when it comes to you, I find myself wanting to become one. Hmm, I think I want to see you gasping and desperate for my pussy."
Charlotte wasn't a sadist.
But she was awakening to it because of me?
Because she wanted to torment me?
"Is that really necessary? If you just leave everything to me and quietly take off your underwear, it'll all be over."
"If you fuck me like that, I'll just become another one of the Young Lord's common cock-sleeves."
"Excuse me?"
"Simply being fucked doesn't seem particularly... enjoyable. Other women can do that for you, can't they?"
Press.
Charlotte placed one foot between my thighs, then grabbed my shoulders with both hands and stood up.
"Shouldn't there be at least one woman who plays with the Young Lord like this?"
"So, you're saying you want to be on top of me?"
"It's not quite like that."
Charlotte lifted the front of her dress with her hands and draped it over my head.
"How about this?"
"Ssssp...."
It was dark.
With almost no light, I couldn't see much, but the sensation against my face was unmistakable.
"Pantyhose... how very wicked of you."
"Shall I get even more wicked?"
Charlotte placed both hands on my head.
She still had my cock gripped with one foot, and she had forced my face right into her Y-zone.
"Consider this practice from now on, Young Lord."
"Practice?"
"Yes, of course. If you were to be captured like this in the future, shouldn't you be able to catch a woman off guard using only your body?"
"So what you're saying is..."
"Talking right in front of someone's panties is actually quite embarrassing, you know?"
If that's the case, she shouldn't have shoved my face between her legs in the first place.
"Would a woman who has captured the Young Lord even let him speak? You are currently in a state of having lost your speech. You're under a spell."
The retort was right at the tip of my tongue, but I decided to just play along.
"The only thing I can use is..."
Lick.
I lightly swept my tongue over the pantyhose.
The sensation felt through the fine texture of the fabric.
"...I told you to catch me off guard, not to use your tongue."
It was a direct hit.
"Haah, really. Do I have to go this far?"
Charlotte pushed the foot that had been gripping my cock to the side.
Instead of my pubic bone, it was now pressed against my thigh. She began to step on my cock quite lightly, moving her foot back and forth.
"Kh...!"
It was dizzying.
I had never been stimulated this way before; the new sensation made my mind go hazy.
"Did you know? That wine you drank earlier... I secretly ground up some candy into a powder and put it in there."
"Mmph...!"
"What do you think? Instead of just selling them as candies, how about grinding them into powder and selling them secretly?"
This woman.
She had turned an aphrodisiac into a drug.
"Why are you more excited than usual? Why is your erection harder than usual? This is why. Hehe. You were so busy thinking about raping me that you never imagined you'd be the one being 'raped' like this, did you?"
"......."
She had ruthlessly used a tactic on me that I had only been considering in my head.
"Oh my, are you just going to stay still?"
I was so dumbfounded that I couldn't move, so Charlotte slid the foot she was bracing herself with slightly backward.
"Or is this what you want?"
My cock was now resting on the top of her foot.
Charlotte stepped down, pressing and stroking my cock firmly, and I could no longer hold back the ejaculation.
"Ugh, I'm...!"
Press.
Charlotte's pubic bone pressed against my forehead.
She silenced my mouth with her crotch while using her heel to press down and stroke my glans.
Splurt, spurt, splu-urt!
I came.
I could feel the hot, wet sensation on my glans.
"...Haah."
Charlotte's body trembled slightly.
Her skin beneath the stockings quivered, and she let out a ragged sigh.
"Young Lord, catch me."
Charlotte slowly sank down, and I supported her buttocks with both hands as I lowered her.
"...Mmm."
Her skirt brushed back behind her hair, and Charlotte returned to the same position she was in when she first started playing with my cock with her feet.
The only difference was...
"Really... you've gone and ruined my stockings."
On the top of her foot and between her soles, thick, sticky semen was smeared everywhere.
"I suppose you'll need to get more used to footplay...?"
"...Will you help me practice?"
"Of course."
Charlotte gripped my cock again with her semen-slicked foot.
"Think long and hard about how you'll escape when you're captured by a woman who torments your cock with her feet. Fufufu."
Slide, slide.
"As for me, I'll practice how an Empress handles her consort."
"What?"
"Shh."
Charlotte winked and began to stroke my cock back and forth with the top of her foot.
"You're practicing for when you're captured by the Empress of the Empire. Do you understand?"