The female student's white socks and sneakers

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The closer graduation approached, the hotter the sun became. At lunchtime, the sun blazed down, and many students hurried by, some running towards the cafeteria, jostling for food to buy a few extra seconds of rest.

"Ring ring ring ring ring..."

The noise and clanging of metal faded away, and the classroom was nearly empty. I casually packed my bag. The girl in front of me was still intently staring at her exercises, her brow furrowed, seemingly oblivious to the bell. Curious, I leaned closer to see what kind of difficult problem she was working on. Just then, she seemed to sense my approach, suddenly stood up, and swung her ponytail. Caught off guard, I let out a half-serious, half-playful "Oh! Ouch!" When she turned her head, our eyes met. The already shy girl became even more hesitant, even though we were quite close.

"Xuan, are you alright?"

"I'm fine... I'm fine..." I said with a smile, then slung my backpack over my shoulder. I glanced at the playground outside the gate; the crowd had already gradually disappeared.

She hesitated for a moment, the ponytail at the back of her head losing its previous sharpness, before realizing something. As if in a panic, she picked up the workbook and handed it to me.

"Xuan, can you explain this problem to me?"

"Sure... let me take a look..." I picked it up and examined it carefully, trying to find some solution between the lines, but it was already noon, and all I could think about was "rice." My eyes couldn't focus on the obscure words in the workbook, and my peripheral vision was even more scattered as I scanned the ground. My gaze wandered aimlessly until it finally settled on a glimmer of green.

It was... it was Xiaowen's little shoes...

"Um... um, this problem—" To avoid the awkward silence, I opened my mouth and began to explain. The girl then leaned closer, her head almost resting on my shoulder. And so, with the soft thud of shoes on the floor, that alluring emerald green drew closer… The sound of sneakers hitting the marble floor made my heart flutter. An unnamed thrill had already transcended the realm of the exercise book. I was almost about to lose control of my chaotic thoughts, toss aside the exercise book, and properly examine the girl's cotton socks and sneakers.

Just as I was captivated by the interplay of emerald green and tender white, a dark and ugly filth entered the frame of this beautiful picture—oh dear, it was the ugly boy sitting in the corner who was feeling uncomfortable. He staggered over, staring with small, round eyes, his seemingly unclosed mouth revealing slightly yellowed teeth, his entire face a rather "intelligent" distribution.

"Ahem, let me get you a glass of water…!"

he said deliberately in a low voice, thinking it was cool. Then he raised an eyebrow, and the two horizontal lines above his flounder-like eyes twitched listlessly, before curving into a smile—a fawning expression that was utterly disgusting.

Xiaowen moved closer to me, as if actively seeking protection… The girl's foot shifted forward a few centimeters, lifting the shoes that were hanging on the ground. The soft, cotton shoelaces swayed slightly, inadvertently brushing against my ankle. This touch, like a delicate hand caressing me, made my heart skip a beat, and my leg jerked. Xiaowen thought she had kicked me; she slightly opened her mouth, then nodded, trying to hide her surprise, after I subtly nudged her.

At this moment, the clown boy, thinking it was his aura that had intimidated me, obliviously took a few steps closer to Xiaowen, then raised an eyebrow again, pushed up his white-rimmed glasses that clashed with his dark skin, and feigned a profound look. This action, for my peculiar fetish, was not entirely a bad thing—Xiaowen's legs were getting closer and closer to me, almost clamping down on me from both sides. Her two snow-white, rabbit-like sneaker-shoe-clad little feet were practically trapping one of my thighs, making my black shoes look like a black dragon that had suddenly appeared inside. The two warm, white-shoe-clad little feet were still wriggling closer, and I could vaguely see the thick leather texture on the front of the shoes. "These shoes must be expensive~ Hehe…and they must be very stuffy~" I thought to myself, a smile creeping onto my face, having already forgotten the solution I had just thought of.

"This problem is a bit difficult…Let's go eat first, I'll explain it to you this afternoon," I said.

The clown boy, feeling embarrassed first, left. The relieved girl immediately hurried away, running down the corridor, quickly getting out of the ugly boy's sight. I clicked my tongue, shook my head, sighed, and slowly left the classroom with my backpack.

I mingled in the crowd. After the intense and stimulating review period, my figure hadn't slimmed down; in fact, I was rather bloated. I didn't stand out, looking quite ordinary and insecure, like one of millions of blind fish drifting with the current, only concerned with heading towards the cafeteria. The only difference was that my pace was leisurely and carefree, completely unlike the frantic pace of graduating students.

By the time I reached the cafeteria, it was already the time for the younger students to get out of school. They swarmed in, forming a long queue, and I had to join the end of the line, a splash of blue against the sea of red school uniforms.

People were jostling and bumping against each other, and the temperature rose. Finally, when I got to the front, I discovered I had no money on my meal card, so I bought a plain flatbread and stuffed it in my pocket. I finished quickly and didn't even bother to sit down and eat. After all, I couldn't even afford a bowl of soup; what was the point of being here?

...Perhaps there was. The shoes the first and second-year high school girls are wearing… wow, they're all pretty good, they're quite well-off! But sorry, judging from today's situation, I've already set my sights on Xiaowen's white and green sneakers… I know it's impossible, but what if I succeed… Back, getting ready to go back.

Exhausted students drifted into brief dreams in their dorms, while I embarked on my journey back to class. …What bad luck! The temperature this morning was already unbearable, I was sweating buckets, and my car tire blew out in the sun as soon as I parked it in the parking area. So, I had no way to get home this afternoon, and had to return to the classroom.

Walking along the road, my feet unconsciously leaned to the side of the road, head down, afraid to face the scorching sun. But even with my head down, I could still gaze at the asphalt road, baked black and shiny by the sun. Stepping on it felt like becoming a living teppanyaki grill, not only unbearably hot, but also for some other reason, I couldn't help but quicken my pace.

The cherry blossoms planted by the roadside had already bloomed, now only bare branches remained. The sycamore trees, however, seemed even more verdant in this summer heat. A warm breeze blew, casting a play of light and shadow on the ground, a bizarre and surreal scene, where even the shadows of the leaves appeared somewhat green. Looking up at those emerald green leaves, their jade-like color so inviting and beautiful, reminded me of her.

Xiaowen.

The teaching building was deserted; even my deliberately slowed footsteps echoed freely in the empty corridor. Pushing open the nearly rotten wooden door, it creaked wearily a few times before welcoming me inside.

Luckily, the air conditioning was still on in the classroom; I could sleep on the desk all night without feeling uncomfortable. I swayed back and onto my chair, leaning back to lie down for a bit. The chair back creaked and groaned. Opening my eyes, I noticed a black ponytail in front of me. Only then did I realize I wasn't alone in the classroom; a girl in front of me was fast asleep.

"Oh, Xiaowen...? You're back so soon? Already asleep? Hmm..." A mischievous smile crept across my lips as I quietly approached. On her desk lay a workbook, covered in countless red crosses, almost an eyesore. At the

desk in front of me, Xiaowen, wearing high socks and white AF1 sneakers, had her head buried in her arms, her soft breath gently ruffling the hair on her forehead. Just then, as I looked down at her test paper, my peripheral vision caught sight of her delicate little feet on the floor.

—That glimpse of green at the rolled-up hem of her trousers was incredibly alluring.

Xiaowen is a quiet girl who doesn't pay much attention to her outfits and rarely posts photos of her life on social media. But even so, what young girl doesn't have this little dream—to buy the clothes she likes?

Ah… those long cotton socks, probably a free gift with the shoes she bought. They look quite thick, and she wore a pair of AF1s over them.

She probably bought them at the end of February for the mock exams. Her results were pretty good, and she was in a good mood during that time, much more cheerful. These shoes were probably a reward from her family.

These adorable little AF1s are already covered in dust. The checkmark-like logo is still a tender green, but its freshness has diminished somewhat, replaced by the marks of a girl's use. Rough scratches have marred their original translucency, and their pristine white has turned slightly yellow. A crease has formed where the toes bend, like gently rippling waves, carrying the warmth of a girl's steps, and also harboring dirt and grime, gradually solidifying into a unique landscape of a girl's wear. The pale gray line at the crease is almost impossible to ignore, making me want to savor it even more.

The stitching on the upper has also been stained black. If a small hole were torn in these seams that hold the fabric together, would the warm, sweaty scent of the girl's feet spread throughout the class, to be stolen and enjoyed by me, sitting behind her?

Her toes touch the ground, and I have a clear view of the entire sole. The winding, continuous lines were all black, the only difference being the shade. The areas directly touching the ground were a deep, rich black, while the gullies were a slightly lighter shade. All these features combined to create a scene so beautiful it was hard to believe this was the work of a quiet young girl.

It had only been a few months, and it had turned out like this. Well, it made sense; after all, she hadn't changed her shoes since March, even her socks were almost identical.

Xiaowen had worn the same pair for so long; they must smell amazing inside.

Hehe… she must really like those shoes…

She'd been working tirelessly from dawn till dusk for almost five months. The students were all exhausted.

The girl in front of me was the same.

"Xiaowen, take a good nap~ Don't wake up now, you've been so tired lately, sleep a little longer." I leaned forward, but my eyes were like a locked-on guided missile, fixed on Xiaowen's feet. Then I rolled up my sleeves, striking a pose as if I were about to do something, raised my arm, and knocked the ruler and pencil off my desk, making a "crash, crash" sound. Then, I rightfully bent down and put my head under the desk.

I pretended to look for a pen, leaning over her desk, staring intently down. Suddenly, I saw her little foot wiggle slightly. The long shoelace stretched out in front of her toes. The girl's little foot wiggled slightly, and the shoelace fell off the shoe, landing on the side of her bright green checkmark, brushing against it again and again. The crystal-clear, jelly-like green reflected the delicate white threads, like willow branches swaying on green waves.

I'm not sure if this level of flirting counts as seduction, but I definitely want to pound these shoes.

They're such a horny pair of shoes! And the owner is horny too!

First, I extended my arm and ran a finger along the shoe's upper. The vents seemed to still be releasing a stuffy heat. There was a noticeable crease on the white surface, probably formed from bending during running. Even after such a short time, this crease was truly unbelievable. My finger pressed against the mesh, feeling a softness beyond the hardness of leather. It felt like the girl's toes trapped inside were secretly sending me a message, begging me to lead her away from the sweltering shoes. The way the toes curled and relaxed with each step, like breathing, fueled my wicked thoughts. I stretched out five fingers, trying to block as many vents as possible. What I sensed was the throbbing of the girl's feet; her toenails scraped against the shoe surface like digging in the dirt, the squeaking sound not only captivating but also making her increasingly playful little feet seem to have a hidden agenda.

I became bolder. I crawled completely under the table, then looked up to see the girl's pink lips, hidden beneath her arms, gently opening and closing, as if afraid of disturbing my movements.

Ah~ my little angel, she's the one who's about to be pampered by my semen!

I brought my nose close, the tip almost touching Xiaowen's long cotton socks. The socks were clean, with nothing but the manufacturer's logo. But generally, the purest cotton socks are the best at preserving scent. Like a thief stealing something, my hand reached out, like tweezers, gripping Xiaowen's socks and pulling them outwards. Soon, I had pulled a triangular gap large enough to fit a finger. My nose, unable to resist any longer, greedily rushed forward, like a dedicated vacuum cleaner, using all its lung capacity to desperately inhale the warm, sweaty scent emanating from the girl's cotton socks. The inverted triangle formed by the pulled-open socks also acted as a collector, providing my nostrils with the freshest fragrance of the girl's feet. It was also because of this opportunity that I was able to clearly observe the true thickness of these cotton socks—"They wouldn't be too thick to wear in winter!" The socks, woven so meticulously, were not only so thick that the shape of the soles of the feet was completely obscured when slipped on, but they were even soaked with the girl's fragrant sweat; in such a sweltering summer, they must be unbearably hot for the girl~ But for me, this was a thirst-quenching treat.

Or... could it be... Xiaowen, do you also like sour and smelly little shoes? You don't secretly smell the scent of your beloved shoes after school, do you? —Sharing is caring! Let me take care of your shoes for you later!

He inhaled enough air into his lungs, let it linger in his body for a while, and then slowly exhaled. He felt much more refreshed, the fatigue of midday gone, and his legs were swollen with blood. He gently pinched Xiaowen's cotton socks and then quietly pulled them back little by little until they were completely against the girl's ankles without making a sound. The only difference from before was that now the edge of the socks was covered with a ring of wet saliva.

If the socks still carried a trace of their original sweetness, then the shoes were the girl's original scent. His nose, still wanting more, wanted to get closer to the girl's soles to explore their aroma, but his mouth beneath his nose couldn't resist. My nerves seemed to be completely controlled by hormones, and my mouth involuntarily reached for the shoe tongue, leaving a ring of teeth marks on it. Thanks to the softness of the sponge, my teeth actually pulled the tongue out a few centimeters, causing the loose shoelaces to come undone. The shoelaces, which should have been tightly binding the girl's defenses, were now shamelessly at the mercy of an outsider, gradually loosening. The knots, before I could even untie them, came undone on their own. Now, nothing could stop me from playing with the fluffy shoe tongue. I took a bite, and the front side, with the shoe logo printed on it, felt even smoother in my mouth. The middle part was so smooth it felt like stockings. On this warm, thin fabric lay a girl's fantasy of "designer shoes," and also my primal reverie about the girl.

"Ugh... The Bill of Rights... Britain... Constitutional monarchy..." Ah, perhaps my movements were too rough and forceful, causing Xiaowen to talk in her sleep... Well, even sleep talking is knowledge... Judging from this, the girl is still fast asleep. I mustered my courage and decided to do something big!

I loosened my pants, then pulled them down along with my underwear until my fully erect penis was exposed under the girl's desk.

"Your dirty little shoes~ It's time for a good cleaning!" Like a broken sledgehammer ramming in from the outside, the soft, white, fuzzy shoe surface became a fragile wall, the entire shoe resembling an enclosure. The penis outside wanted to get in, while the stuffy little feet inside wanted to get out. The stuffiness inside the shoe seemed to be the adorable soles of the feet, even in the sweltering summer heat, expressing their dissatisfaction at being suffocated. They had no idea—what awaited them was a torrential downpour they had never experienced before.

With the addition of my hot penis, the temperature of the shoe surface rose even higher, leaving a dirty trail wherever it went. The sturdy white leather surface provided me with ample friction, and my penis moved slowly across it, occasionally making a soft, creaking friction sound.

And the rings of gray pores on the shoe surface were like traps laid for the penis; if you weren't careful, you would fall into those tiny, shallow pits. My penis first brushed against their edges, a soft, velvety fabric washing over the glans, as soft as goose down in a gentle breeze. Then came the dreamlike sensation of falling into the pores. With a "rip," the frenulum swept past the original edge, and my long penis, like an out-of-control train hurtling towards a cliff, rushed past rows of pores radiating the warmth of a young girl's foot bath. The uneven surface of the shoes created a undulating sensation, relentlessly stimulating the sensitive nerves on my penis. The mesh pores on the girls' shoes, the stitching along the edges, were like acupressure points, precisely providing me with an irresistible service. It felt like entering a private club catering to my fetishes, or bathing in a hidden mountain hot spring. What's even more surprising is that after passing through the row of air holes on the girl's shoe, a thin layer of sticky liquid was left on the leather texture—unconsciously, the pre-wearing liquid had already flowed out, gradually spreading over the girl's entire shoe surface. As it slowly flowed towards the air holes, those air holes connecting the girl's cotton sock feet to the outside world greedily sucked up the pre-wearing liquid, and soon it was all poured in.

Perhaps sensing the warm current entering her sleeping form, Xiaowen's demure little feet began to twitch unnaturally. This caused the pre-emptive fluid to swirl thoroughly inside her shoe, and where I couldn't see it, the fluid had soaked into the very tip of her foot. The originally pure white toes of her socks, after a morning of "cooking," had turned a pale gray. Combined with my sticky pre-emptive fluid, this grayness became almost black. Soon, when the pre-emptive fluid would penetrate the thick cotton socks and kiss her soft, white toes, Xiaowen would probably think it was freshly secreted foot sweat. However, this "foot sweat" held even more lewdness between her toes. While Xiaowen

was still babbling in her sleep, my penis didn't rest for a moment. The rampant application of the pre-emptive fluid emboldened me even more. As the girl's small feet wiggled, my glans was still pressed against one of the pores. Without me actively making piston-like movements, the girl's small feet would come up and rub against my penis like a kitten. The pore I was pressing against was like a festering love hole, only concerned with absorbing the pre-ejaculate I released.

My glans paused for a moment, then continued to spread its pungent scent to the rest of the shoe. When I reached the shoelace, the original butterfly knot was loose and worn. I kissed the glans, which was still dripping with pre-ejaculate. The delicate shoelace, as white as fine wheat noodles, immediately became wet and turned a tainted gray. Then, as Xiaowen slightly raised her toes, I leaned down a little more, like a devout believer worshipping a god who brings happiness. *Hiss*... I never thought I'd kneel at a little girl's feet... My penis teased her shoelaces, swirling around them like tasting spaghetti. The damp cotton shoelaces wrapped around my penis like a condom. My fingers gently adjusted, pinching the plastic end of the shoelace and slowly inserting it into my urethra. This shoelace became a "sperm conduit" connecting my penis to the shoe. The slight pain brought immense stimulation, and my entire penis felt an immense pressure. After reaching its peak engorgement, my head spun, and my breathing became rapid and hot. Relying on the girl's gentle swaying of her ankle, the shoelace churned inside my penis, stirring up a thick, almost overflowing precum. The precum flowed slowly along the shoelace, clinging to the cotton thread as it moved forward, gradually condensing into droplets that rolled down, patting the tongue of the shoe, and seeping into the shoe cavity through the gap between the lining and the cotton socks.

The operation here was also successful. Seeing the damp spots adorning the pristine white cotton socks, the surge of hormones brought me to the point of ejaculation. I prepared to turn my attention back to the shoes, injecting all my semen into the girl's shoe cavity. Back home, the leather texture was still alluring. I randomly found a mesh vent and discovered the pre-ejaculate I'd left had dried, leaving only the warmth of the girl's tender feet permeating the shoe's surface. I gave it a little stroking, then continued gliding across the girl's shoe, like a skilled skater performing a graceful waltz on the white snow. My penis traversed every groove on the shoe's surface, paying special attention to the creases left by the girl's rough handling. As I ran my fingers across them, the cotton fibers from the broken leather swirled around my glans, like tiny hands gently stroking it, quickly capturing my penis. With a spasm, semen gushed out, trying to adhere to the surface of the girl's shoe. First, it filled the creases that represented the girl's abuse with its white fluid, as if the shoe had regained its original appearance. The brand-new shoe surface shimmered with a shimmering fluorescence, and the flow of the viscous substance added a touch of lewdness. Then, it injected the white fluid into the vent on the shoe surface. Holding the penis still, it focused intently on the twitching of the glans. After a slight gurgling sound, a small white mound rose on the gray vent, slowly decreasing in height like a melting snow mountain. After a moment, it all poured into the girl's shoe cavity.

The penis was still twitching, but the girl's shoe surface could no longer hold any more white fluid, so it pressed against the surface of the shoe and moved to the side. Upon seeing the bright green logo, he couldn't resist. His tense nerves relaxed, and he no longer suppressed the ejaculation of his glans. The remaining semen gushed out, and the bright green checkmark was quickly and mercilessly swept away. Fresh semen was caught in the curved corner, and the black stitching was forcibly dyed white. Under the air conditioner's breeze, it gradually dried into a pale yellow, and the weary dripping sound gradually began. The semen on the logo slowly fell to the ground, and the bright green that had passed over it was no longer lush, but had a pale yellow gradient. "Even though it's been violated, it's even cooler~" The semen clustered at the girl's feet, gradually seeping into the sole of her shoe. Perhaps, in a little while, these lovely little lives of mine would stain the insoles that the girl had trampled on and smelled so strong.

A few rays of sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the ground, and the semen and pre-ejaculate on the small shoes floated and reflected the surrounding scenery. I wiped the remaining semen off my penis against Xiaowen's shoe, then pulled up my pants and returned to my seat, waiting to see how the girl's expression would change after she woke up from her dream.

The adventure was over, but only half an hour had passed. Lunch break was still long, Xiaowen~ Enjoy the massage of your little feet with your semen~… I couldn't concentrate on class all afternoon, completely absorbed in what happened at noon, still feeling unsatisfied. Even during evening self-study, I was still staring intently at Xiaowen's little feet sticking up in her sneakers, seeing a faint yellow stain on the soft sole, and a sense of pride and accomplishment welled up inside me.

So I opened the app to say a few words to Xiaowen.

…

The school bell rang, and in less than a minute, the classroom was empty again, except for Xiaowen and me. I slowly packed my things, while she was still working on the difficult problems left from the morning.

"Xuan, help me with this problem."

Xiaowen suddenly turned around again. My gaze was fixed on the ground, and her little feet, clad in cotton socks inside her AF1 shoes, twisted along with her, making the shoes look even more wrinkled. Oh dear~ the white discharge I left behind hadn't completely dried yet~ "Oops—, I'm sorry… I forgot to explain this problem to you in class this afternoon. Let me take another look," the girl smiled at me, clearly having a happy day. About ten minutes later, I finished explaining the problem, and she took notes. Only then were we truly dismissed from school.

"Let's walk together,"

perhaps feeling it was getting late, Xiaowen offered me a walk.

"Okay."

I kept staring at her slender, small feet, oblivious to the starry sky. She kept looking ahead, while I, head down, imagined the plight of those small feet being mocked by the white fluid… The girl's slow, delicate steps were perfectly suited to the seeping of the white fluid; there was no need to worry about the jolting from running. Carried by the evening breeze, we passed under the verdant sycamore trees and slowly walked out of the campus.

[The End]

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