Pirel's Sweet Revenge
Mother wanted to punish her daughter. A soft light seeped through my eyelids. It was not the harsh morning sun that would rudely tear me from sleep, but something far gentler, warmer, almost caressing.
Still…
“Mmm… I wanna sleep more…”
I simply did not want to get up.
“Wake up, sleepyhead!”
A girl’s playful shout rang in my ears. A familiar voice. One that felt as though I had heard it for twenty years—warm and dear.
Ah, yes… Mother’s voice.
Since Mother was here, this place was safe. So I could sleep a little longer…
“Mmmph. Nooo… Mom…”
“You really were exhausted, weren’t you, Kaira.”
The voice by my ear murmured to itself, then fell silent for a long while. Hehe. It was quiet, so I could just go back to sleep…
“W-well then…”
Her voice hesitated, and then something approached my face—slowly, like a pleasant dream seeping in. I remembered hearing a soft gulp right behind it.
And then—
“Mwah…”
A sensation melted away the veil of sleep, and my mind snapped awake.
‘Huh… eh? Wh-what? Whatwhatwhatwhatwhat…?’
Something soft and warm was pressed against my lips. The feeling was endlessly sweet, dizzyingly thrilling, and yet so gentle…
‘Pirel’s… lips…?’
I relaxed, accepting the happy sensation of the girl’s thin, tender skin brushing my mouth. I kept pretending I was still half-asleep.
“Heehee. Kaira, I love you so much. I love you, Kaira…”
Pirel pulled her lips away for a moment and whispered right in front of my face. I listened with my eyes closed, savoring the voice that carried both familial affection and the longing of someone in love. A faint sense of transgression stirred within me.
“Hehe.”
‘Eek…’
Pirel’s lips touched mine again. This time…
‘W-wait?!’
Something moist, warm, and soft—Pirel’s tongue—lightly licked my lips before slipping between them.
Her tongue, which had been stroking my front teeth, paused as if uncertain, then pushed through the slightly parted gap.
‘Th-this… even this…? Ah, did she learn it from when she was with Father…?’
“Mmm… ngh, mwah… hehe. Lick…”
Pirel let out a satisfied little laugh as she tried to entwine her tongue with mine. The stimulation of my palate and the inside of my cheeks was sweet, and happy…
“Hnn… m-mmph… ah♡”
A moan escaped me.
Hearing it, Pirel jerked back in surprise, untangling her tongue and lifting her face.
“Eh…? Kaira…? Weren’t you asleep…?”
I tried to keep pretending, but I had not expected her slender fingers to brush my eyelashes. My body flinched.
“…Don’t pretend to be asleep.”
Only then did I slowly open my eyes.
A small girl was looking down at me with a slightly sulky expression. We were in the saint’s room.
Azalia, who had no interest in decorating, had been given a spacious chamber inside the grand cathedral yet kept it almost bare—only a bed and a table. The only luxurious items were a silver candlestick and a glass window, something the poor like us rarely got to see.
With the morning sunlight pouring through that window behind her, I offered Pirel an awkward smile.
“Eheh. Pirel.”
Pirel, her face bright red, looked down at me and asked,
“Uh, how long have you been awake…?”
“From the very beginning.”
“Hngh.”
Seeing the girl make a tearful sound out of embarrassment, I could not help but laugh—she was simply too adorable.
“Hngh… I-I’m gonna get revenge, Kaira.”
It was such a childish thing to say. I stuck out my tongue teasingly, but—
“What do you mean? I didn’t do anything wrong… mmp?!”
Something completely covered my face.
“Mmph…?”
It took a few seconds to register what was happening. Slightly cool, but not cold, soft, a little damp, and wriggling…
P-Pirel’s… sole…?
“Hehe. At Viran’s house you made me do something like that, didn’t you? Making me lick dirty places—such a naughty daughter.”
I twisted my head, trying to escape Pirel’s heel that was covering my mouth, and blurted out an excuse.
“M-make me lick? You did that on your own, using Viran’s brainwashing as an excuse!”
“Hmph. Anyway, that’s not the point, is it?”
Under Pirel’s sole, which was now grinding against my face, I…
…could not even think of pushing her leg away or turning over. Instead, the urge to obey the girl’s command was slowly eating away at my resolve.
“This is punishment for teasing your mother while pretending to sleep. Lick it, Kaira.”
“P-Pirel…”
‘P-Pirel… she’s learned something strange from me!’
When had Pirel learned to do something like this? What had triggered it…?
…Well, I had masturbated in front of her every day. I had called in crowds of men and held orgies right in the next room. There had been plenty of opportunities. Still… sigh.
I made a miserable face. The girl who was supposed to stay pure had learned something so depraved so quickly. I had left her with terrible memories to make her dependent on me, to break her mind just a little—but had it manifested in this way?
“What are you going to do, Kaira? Heehee.”
Pirel spoke calmly, looking triumphant. Her toes wiggled, lightly pressing my nose before pinching it.
Pirel’s feet did not smell bad. Thanks to Azalia’s consideration last night, we had been able to wash away the grime of travel before bed.
Rather… it was almost… sweet…
‘The scent of a girl…’
I flared my nostrils and took a deep breath between Pirel’s feet that were still pressing down on my face. Her foot twitched, as if the air tickled.
“Hah…”
Then I opened my mouth.
“Mwah… mmph…”
I took Pirel’s big toe into my mouth with a soft pop.
“Hya…!”
Pirel’s face twisted slightly—whether from ticklishness or something else, it was not displeasure. It was a mix of laughter, embarrassment, anticipation… and a hint of conquest.
“H-hehe… Kaira, th-this tickles…”
I slowly licked her big toe, as if cradling something precious, savoring it. The neatly trimmed toenail, the soft pad of the girl’s toe—each had a unique texture against my tongue.
And… a masochistic pleasure welled up inside me.
“Ngh… lick… mwah… suck… phew…”
After rolling Pirel’s foot carefully in my mouth for a while, I gently released it and gave my impression.
“Salty.”
Teasingly.
“Eek…! You don’t have to say that!”
“But it’s true. …You said the exact same thing back then, Pirel. Hehe, cute.”
“Hngh… My daughter is teasing her mother… hya?!”
Without giving Pirel time to react, I took all four of her small toes into my mouth at once.
“Slurp…”
“H-haah… K-Kaira…? Um…”
“Mmm… slurp. Suck, lick, hehe, this is what you… wanted, right? Having your daughter… lick such an embarrassing place… You imagined it, didn’t you? Right, Pirel…? Hehe, suck, lick…”
Pirel wore an expression that was half crying, half laughing, unable to even think of pulling her foot away. I held her slender white calf firmly so she could not escape.
“Uwaaah… K-Kaira, it-it tickles, hya… heehee… S-stop… I-I was wrong… hyet?! I was wrong, uwaaah…!!”
“Ngh… slurp… mwah… suck… lick… slurp…”
I deliberately made loud, wet sounds as I pulled her tiny toes from my mouth.
“A-all right, Kaira. I-I was wrong…”
I ignored her and pressed my nose between the toes that had just been in my mouth, sniffing repeatedly with short, eager breaths. Seeing me like that, Pirel looked horrified.
“K-Kaira!! D-don’t do that! Don’t smell it… I-it’s embarrassing, okay? K-Kaira…”
Of course, I did not let go of her calf. Even though my body was small, it was still larger and stronger than Pirel’s. She tried desperately to pull her foot free, but only succeeded in stepping on my face a few times.
“Haa… Pirel’s scent…”
“D-don’t say things like that! Kaira… hngh, Kaira…”
“Not exactly like freshly baked bread… but it’s soft and sweet, like a little girl… It’s almost addictive… mmph?!”
Realizing she could not pull her foot away, Pirel ground her flushed face against mine with renewed force.
“I-if I told you to stop, then stop!! Let go now, Kaira. Okay? I was wrong, so let gooo!!”
I opened my mouth slightly and stuck out my tongue. My tongue—clean, untainted by the tentacles of darkness, soft, flexible, and supple—touched Pirel’s sole, which was equally soft, clean, and slightly damp.
Lick.
I licked, carefully considering where she would be most sensitive.
‘…Salty.’
She must have sweated. It did not matter.
“Ahahahaha?! Haa…? K-Kaira…? Hyahaha?!”
Pirel thrashed wildly. This was a far more violent struggle than when I had been sucking her toes like candy. I clung to her calf with all my strength.
I wanted to torment my adorable mother a little more.
While feeling her small toes wriggling against the tip of my nose, I flicked my tongue relentlessly. The inner curve of her arch, the base of her big toe, the spot where her cute little toe rested, the place connecting to her heel.
“Ahahahaha!! H-hngh… kyahaha, hyaaah… hehe… hng… hyek…”
Using Pirel’s pained laughter as music, I tickled the girl’s sole as if entranced. A sadistic pleasure ran down my spine, making my whole body tingle.
Between my legs, a sticky liquid began to flow.
‘I… get excited from something like this…’
I felt a pang of self-loathing at how far I had fallen, but it did not last. The sight of Pirel—overpowered, legs trembling, tears and drool spilling as she laughed madly and wriggled her feet—was simply too beautiful…
I knew it instinctively.
I was becoming addicted.
This act of tormenting Pirel… was clearly addictive enough to be inescapable.
“Hyaaah… K-Kaira… s-save me… hyahaha?! Hng… hic, ugh…”
“Mmm… lick, mwah… hehe, I like you, Pirel. I like you… You said you loved me, right? Do you still? Yes♡?”
Teasing her like that, I focused once more on the trembling girl’s soft sole.
“Suck. Lick… mm… slurp…”
‘Eheh, tasty. Fragrant.’
“Ahahahaha?! Hyaaah… y-yes… I-I love you, Kairaaa?! K-Kaira, I love you! Kaira, b-big siiis… you’re too muuuch?! I-I like you… s-so, so… p-please, stoppp?! L-let me go, big sis… I-I was wrong… hic…”
‘Hehe. Maybe I should forgive her now. Though it’s a little disappointing.’
Seeing Pirel begging with her face a mess, I found it hard to stop. After moving my tongue a few more times—
Trickle…
A sound of liquid flowing reached my ears. A warm stream ran down Pirel’s leg and onto my face as well.
“Eh…? Pirel…?”
“Hngh… Kaira, you’re mean… I hate you, Kaira… aang… hic… ugh…”
Perhaps the torment had been too much. I quickly let go of Pirel’s calf and tried to comfort the girl who had wet herself, sitting up.
“Ah… Pirel, um… I’m sorry. D-don’t cry… Pirel? Hey, Pirel…”
Pirel pounded me with her tiny fists.
“Kaira, you’re awful, really! What is this, hngh… what is this…!”
“I’m sorry, Pirel…”
Perhaps because I was too flustered, or because I was focused only on reaching out carefully to the crying girl, I failed to notice the heavy footsteps approaching from behind, or even the loud sound of the door swinging open.
“Tada! The saint has returned from morning prayers! You two were sleeping so soundly I didn’t wake you, but now that you’re both up…?”
Pirel, eyes full of tears, and I, covered in sweat, turned our heads toward the voice at the same time.
“…What happened…?”
Azalia’s eyes took in the two of us in our camisoles. Pirel with her lower half stained bright yellow, and me with an awkward expression, sticky liquid still trailing down my calf.
It was only natural that our saint looked utterly bewildered—her eyes were spinning so fast I could almost see it.