Reward (2)
Reward (2)
"....Do men actually like this sort of thing?"
"Of course."
I lay back down on the ground. My recovered member stood stiffly erect, flaunting its proud presence, and Sannyeo, seated facing me, took off her shoes and placed both feet on my thighs. Even in the dark forest, her feet wriggled, pale and pretty, as if they belonged to an entirely different creature.
She wriggled her dainty toes around my cock. There was no wind blowing, and she was only moving them without touching, yet strangely, just the sight of her feet moving in the air sent a shiver down my spine and made my heart pound.
"...Are all men perverts?"
Sannyeo tilted her head as she said that. She pressed her heel into my thigh. If I lifted my head a little, I could see her knees. Protruding from the straight line of her legs, they gleamed slickly in the moonlight.
When I tried to raise my hand, she propped up her knee and said,
"Don't."
But that wasn't so bad either. Thanks to her lifting her leg, the hem of her skirt rode up to reveal her thigh, allowing me to savor the sight of her white undergarments within and her buttocks pressing prominently against the ground. Sannyeo kept her leg raised, oblivious to her exposed underwear. Her current posture looked as if she were showing off her inner thigh to me.
"So, how exactly am I supposed to do this?"
Sannyeo lowered her foot and asked again. As she spread her legs to either side, her skirt rolled up, revealing her thighs. It wasn't so vulgar as to expose her undergarments, but the way the skirt hem exquisitely shaded her core like an awning almost made it look like she was wearing Steppe Garb.
"Right, tuck your legs in like that."
I continued speaking, my gaze focused between her legs. Concentrating on a posture she was trying for the first time, Sannyeo failed to notice where my eyes were fixed. She leaned her waist forward defenselessly, so that her chest was exposed, or tilted her head and adjusted her feet.
Then, absentmindedly, she sometimes drove her heel down around my member with force.
"Gah!"
"Ah, sorry."
"No, it's fine. So, you do it like this with your feet."
After a few attempts, she settled into the ideal form. She sandwiched my member between the concave arches of her soles and spread her legs as if sitting in the lotus position. Because her hands were in manacles, the pose was extremely alluring. Sannyeo seemed to sense something strange about her own posture and pressed her hand down onto her skirt.
"Hoo...."
Because of that pressure, the fabric stretched taut, faintly revealing the shape of her mound. That veiled spectacle shown through the thin cloth excited me as much as seeing another woman's naked body. If it were just a courtesan stripped completely bare, I wouldn't have reacted this way.
But she was a woman who had sworn her life to revenge, and a martial artist far greater than myself. When I saw a woman like that, in exchange for revenge, striking a vulgar pose before me and taking on such shameless forms, I simply could not hide my excitement.
"....What are you looking at?"
A prim voice reached me. Since meeting Sannyeo, it was a tone I'd never once heard from her. When our eyes met, she avoided my gaze, stealing sidelong glances, twisting her lips as if sulking, and blushing.
An expression I'd never once seen.
A manner of speaking I'd never once heard.
The thought that I was receiving all of this right now as a reward for what I had achieved — a sense of accomplishment and conquest ruled my heart. My cock throbbed, and my chest burned hot as if it would burst with excitement. I twitched the corner of my mouth and spoke.
"Move."
".....I'm getting a little scared of what you'll want next."
"I'll let you know when we get there."
Honestly, I did want to bring out some extreme tastes to see her flustered. What kind of face would she make if I said I'd rub it in her armpit or between her thighs? What kind of face would she make if I said I'd grind it against her chest myself while she lay down?
"Ooh...!"
In the middle of imagining shoving her down and swinging my cock, I felt her soles coil around my member. Sannyeo shook her head and said,
"It's strange because it's so warm."
"That's normal."
Unlike her hands, Sannyeo moved her feet with real caution. Afraid her skirt might ride up and reveal the space between her legs explicitly, she kept one hand pressed firmly down, and her feet bent and swayed softly as if boneless.
As if watching a Chinese acrobatics troupe's act, she applied pressure to my member, smoothly swaying her feet up and down.
"Hoo...."
I had barely moved a few times when a moan leaked out of my mouth on its own. In the forest, under the moonlight, Sannyeo's feet were caressing me. Every time they stroked up and down, not too strong but not too weak either, pleasure coursed down my spine in a way I had never felt before.
Sannyeo, who had been frowning in concentration, trying several times to get the feel of it, gradually became more familiar with the motion. She straightened her back, settled into her posture, and quickened her pace. Her heels or the sides of her feet tapped against my flesh, and every time they tightened near the head of my cock, my member gushed out clear fluid.
"What's this?"
Startled by the fluid on her feet, Sannyeo quickly pulled her foot back and asked me. She lifted her leg, revealing a flash of her white thigh, but a faint murderous intent flickered across her expression, leaving no room to appreciate it. I shook my head and said,
"....Men naturally produce that kind of fluid when excited."
"Ah, aah.... So this is that."
Sannyeo murmured in a small voice. The way she nodded as if she had learned something new excited me even more. Carefully bringing her foot back to it, she murmured,
"...It seems to have gotten bigger?"
"...Faster than that, do it faster."
"Ah, okay. But this feels a bit unpleasant because it's sticky and slippery."
Sannyeo frowned as she said that. Looking as if she were stepping on mud with her bare feet, she brought her sole to the fluid leaking from my member. Once coated, she began to stroke the shaft. Now that the slick liquid was applied, even when Sannyeo pressed harder and narrowed the gap, my member passed smoothly between them, heightening the pleasure.
"Ah...! Agh...!"
If you place the concave arches of a person's feet directly facing each other, they form a shape akin to a woman's hole — so how could one not use this for the coupling of man and woman? Right now, we were fitting the shapes of her feet and dutifully performing the rite that needed to be performed. Every time Sannyeo moved her feet up and down, the hem of her skirt shook, and her hands pressed down harder.
The sight of the crushed grass and fabric beneath her hands. And the shape of her mound, faintly visible with every movement of her waist.
Every time she moved her legs, the sight of her thighs, and occasionally, her inner thighs.
Every time she leaned forward and straightened back up, the breasts swaying before my eyes.
Using one's feet for caresses wasn't merely about pleasuring your partner with a novel body part.
It was a more secretive and lewd act of satisfaction, teasing glimpses of one's barely visible intimate areas, fulfilling the desire for [voyeurism].
Sannyeo's eyes became tinged with red. She was concentrating on making me feel good. The more absorbed she became, the more cold sweat beaded on her forehead. My breathing grew ragged, and the space between her soles stroked my cock, tight and sleek.
"Huuu..! Hh...!"
I lay there panting, tearing up the grass on the ground. In response to these signals, Sannyeo shook her legs even faster and leaned forward. Through her disheveled clothes, the bare skin beneath was visible.
I could see her white, smooth skin and her ear flushed red. She too was breathing heavily, and her cheeks were pink as she looked at me.
And the moment our eyes met, I saw Sannyeo's fingers wriggling, ever so slightly, over the hem of her skirt.
"Gwoooooooh!"
Pushyut! Pushyut!
The instant I realized the meaning of that gesture, I could no longer hold back my release. With an utterly unmanly shout, my semen shot up toward the sky and came pattering down onto Sannyeo's feet, knees, and skirt. My body went completely limp as I gasped for breath, and Sannyeo, her own face heated, said to me,
"....You really are a pervert."
I was sprawled out in the forest in a lewd state with my pants stripped down. I merely lifted my head and said,
"....Weren't you excited too?"
At those words, Sannyeo turned her head away. Pretending not to know anything, she touched her foot and said this.
"More importantly, if you leave it like this, I won't be able to walk."
She wriggled her toes as she said that.
The semen on the tips of her toes flowed between them, then ran down her sole and dripped off. She held that foot out in front of me, and the fluid, catching the starlight, glowed faintly.
"....Wait here, I'll go find something to wipe it with."
"Alright. Go ahead."
I adjusted my pants and turned my body. The path leading down from the forest.
"Huuu....."
Behind me, I thought I heard the sound of Sannyeo steadying her breathing.
A sound that seemed like she was trying to calm her own excitement.