Chapter 68 - Under-Table Foot Job
Chapter 68 - Under-Table Foot Job
Before arriving at the department store.
Miles was taken aback by Hana's risqué outfit.
A skirt so short that even the slightest breeze would expose her buttocks.
A skin-tight top that shamelessly accentuated the maternal allure of her ample breasts.
He had noticed her becoming more open lately, but seeing the change up close while living together made the difference all the more striking.
Glance—
The sight of her plush thighs wrapped in black pantyhose beneath that short skirt sent a rush of heat straight to his groin. He swallowed hard, shaking his head vigorously.
'Get a grip, Miles! Not like this first thing in the morning. Hana's already exhausted. If I act like some horny mutt, she'll only feel worse.'
He had no memory of it...
But it seemed he had indeed slept with her last night.
When he asked why she was moving so awkwardly, she blushed and stammered:
"Y-you were just... too rough with me last night...!"
The shock of that answer turned his mind blank.
Miles wanted to scream in frustration.
'I don't remember a damn thing!'
He genuinely couldn't recall.
But he couldn't just say, "Lol, I don't remember fucking you."
Even someone as dense as Miles knew that uttering such a line after a night with his girlfriend would make him the lowest of scum.
How long had he waited to finally be with her, to make love to her?
Seeing her wince with every step, her thighs sore, it was clear they hadn't just fooled around with their hands like they had in the motel before.
Which meant his cock had pierced her most intimate, sacred place—that they had consummated their relationship physically.
'Why can't I remember?! You useless, goddamn brain!!'
He banged his head against the wall, desperately racking his brain for the evaporated memories.
But how could he recall something that never happened?
She had never slept with him. Instead, she had given both her anal and vaginal virginity to her master, Yang Taegum.
So of course Miles couldn't remember.
How could he recall something that never existed?
He hadn't even drunk himself into oblivion—yet his stupid, blank memory filled him with resentment.
He remembered showering, calming his pounding heart as he sat on the bed waiting for her.
But everything after that was wiped clean, as if bleached from his mind.
Just how mind-blowing must it have been... to make him black out from sheer bliss?
"Haah..."
Miles wept tears of blood internally as he did his best to care for her.
After his devoted nursing, once she could move comfortably again, he took her to the department store.
"Should we grab a meal first?"
"Mhm. Taegum, you good with that?"
"Perfect timing—I was just getting peckish."
Noticing how flushed Hana and Taegum had been while walking around, Miles led them to a nearby Japanese restaurant.
Yang Taegum naturally guided them to a secluded corner booth.
Miles and Hana sat side by side.
Taegum took the seat across from her, accepting the water pitcher and cups from the waiter before pouring.
"Thanks."
He handed Miles his cup first, then turned his attention to his real target—Hana.
Just as he was about to pass her the water—
"Th-thanks, Taegum-ah~♥?!"
Squish—
The moment she took the cup, an obscene pleasure surged between her thighs, forcing a moan from her lips.
Miles gave her a puzzled look, but she maintained a perfect poker face, smiling as if nothing was wrong.
Squish— Squish—
Something was stimulating her clit and pussy through the pantyhose. She discreetly glanced down.
Barefoot, his sock-clad toes wriggled between her legs.
Tingle—
"Ah, here are your chopsticks."
Taegum feigned innocence under her glare, which screamed, "Really? Here?!"
His foot stretched out relentlessly, continuing to torment her most sensitive spot.
His toes traced the patch covering her clit, then slipped beneath her pantyhose, curling inside her pussy to scrape against her walls.
Schlick— Squelch—
"Nngh...♥♥"
Her soaked pussy overflowed with arousal, drenching her pantyhose.
The sock covering his foot was now thoroughly soaked, making lewd, squelching noises with every movement.
"...for me, please. Hana, what do you want?"
"H-huh?!"
Lost in the throes of pleasure from her master's crude toe-play, Hana jolted at Miles' voice, snapping her head up.
He had already ordered his meal and was now asking for her choice.
A sidelong glance at her master revealed he had already finished ordering, watching her alongside Miles.
'Ugh...! Master...!'
He had deliberately kept her distracted so she couldn't decide, then finished ordering first—how infuriating.
"Here's the menu."
With an "I know nothing~" face, the insolent master handed her the menu.
She shot him a glare before quickly scanning the options.
"I'll have th—this one, please~♥♥?!"
"Huh?"
The waitress blinked at Hana's sudden outburst.
Her face was slightly contorted, as if holding something back—yet her natural beauty remained undiminished, radiating allure.
The waitress couldn't help but envy her flawless features and the sensual curves that effortlessly drew men's gazes.
Meanwhile, Hana's body trembled with excitement from his toe's assault.
Her hidden nipples and clit stiffened under the patches, her body succumbing to desire.
The raised outline of her erect clit made her even more sensitive.
Just as she tried to order, Taegum's toe struck the swollen bud through the patch—pushing her over the edge.
Pshhhh—
"Nnnguh...♥♥"
Drip— Drip—
Her juices, far exceeding what her pantyhose could absorb, trickled down the chair onto the floor.
With inhuman willpower, she suppressed the grotesque twist of her face, her eyelids twitching as she forced out her order.
"Ah, n-no. I'll...♥! Have th-this one... please~♥♥...!!"
"O-okay."
The waitress left, eyeing her strangely.
Miles, who had an inkling of what was happening, leaned in and whispered:
"You okay, Hana? Is it... still sore from last night?"
His completely off-base assumption made her let out an awkward laugh.
"Y-yeah. It still... kinda hurts? Just a little? A teensy bit? So don't worry too much, Miles."
"Tell me if it gets too much."
He winked, as if offering his support.
Taegum watched them with a knowing smirk.
"Gonna text a friend real quick."
"Sure. But you don't need permission for that, Taegum."
"Nah, it's rude to be on the phone at the table, y'know?"
He flashed a charming grin, then subtly signaled Hana as he tapped his phone.
Bzzzt—
Feeling her phone vibrate, she casually pulled it out to check the message.
[Your turn to pleasure me with your feet. Since I did it for you, fair's fair, right?]
"...♥"
Blushing at her master's command, she carefully slipped off her high heels.
Bare feet, encased in sheer black mesh stockings, emerged—smooth and delicate.
She wiggled her toes, letting air circulate, then stretched her legs out.
Somehow, his pants were already unzipped, his half-hard cock resting against her foot.
"Hup~♥"
With a quiet, adorable grunt (inaudible to Miles), she trapped his cock between her soles.
Swish— Swish—
The soft friction of her stockings stroking him coaxed his blood south, hardening him in seconds.
Now fully erect, she worked him diligently between her feet.
Squelch— Squish—
Pre-cum oozed from his tip, lubricating her soles as they glided up and down.
The sticky fluid formed viscous strands between her feet and his shaft, amplifying the pleasure.
Squelch— Squelch— Squelch—
Her face flushed with lust as she focused on pleasuring her master's thick cock.
He subtly signaled a warning.
She quickly schooled her expression—luckily, Miles was drinking water and didn't notice.
Squelch— Squelch— Squelch—
His cock twitched violently in her grasp—a telltale sign of his impending release.
She "accidentally" dropped her chopsticks and spoon.
The motion was so natural that Miles didn't suspect a thing.
Clatter—
"I'll get them."
As Miles bent down to pick them up—
"N-no, Miles! I'll do it! You're on the inside—it's hard for you to reach!"
"O-oh... okay."
Stunned by her urgency, he nodded blankly.
Before he could say more, she ducked under the table—and immediately took his cock into her mouth.
Bzzzrrrt—
Gulp— Gulp-gulp—
The moment her lips wrapped around him, he erupted violently.
She swallowed the thick, concentrated cum flooding her mouth in rapid gulps while her hand flew to her pussy.
Squelch— Schlick— Squish—
Mimicking his earlier actions, she shoved her fingers through her pantyhose into her dripping slit—bringing herself to a swift climax.
"Hhhnnnguhhh♥♥♥...!!"
Pshhhh—
Another orgasm splattered beneath the table, her juices joining the mess.
Sticky semen clung to her throat, leaving a familiar, clogged sensation.
Gulp— Gulp—
Sluuuurp—
After sucking him clean, even lapping up the last drops from his slit, she grabbed the fallen utensils and resurfaced.
"Haaah...♥♥♥"
Her face was a picture of debauchery, exhaling breath laced with the musky scent of semen.
"Ah, here's a fresh set. Just leave those."
"Mhm...♥ Thanks, Taegum-ah♥"
As she took the clean utensils, the overpowering stench of male cum wafted from her lips—strong enough to make anyone grimace.
"Guhk♥"
She sealed her lips tight, suppressing a cum-laden burp.
The intoxicating aroma of his seed filled her mouth as she waited for the food, lips pressed firmly together.