[Urban] Lottery Romance (Complete) - 19-21

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Chapter 21

"I want to cum inside tonight. I always cum outside before."

I took a deep breath. I couldn't show weakness in front of Abao. My sexual ability was stronger than his, and I had to prove myself in this area.

"What kind do you want? With bumps? With serrated edges or something?"

Bingbing pursed her lips, staring at the clothes hanging on my penis with a wicked smile.

"You buy condoms? And you carry so many styles with you."

I was surprised. I had seen all kinds of condoms online, like those with raised dots, G-spots, bumps, and serrated edges. But I usually only used the ultra-thin ones that cost five or six yuan each. I had never used the others.

"Uh...uh...different ones have different pleasures...oh...honey, you've touched my G-spot again~" Bingbing talked to me while receiving Abao's thrusts. Seeing the excited expression on her face, my penis couldn't help but throb a few times, paying homage to this usually quiet and proud, seductive goddess through her clothes. "

Abao is wearing a G-spot condom now...hehe...oh..."

"Look...why don't you use one too?"

Abao pulled his penis out of Bingbing's vagina, and sure enough, he was wearing a thick red condom with a protrusion at the tip.

But what attracted me wasn't the condom, but Bingbing's overflowing, pink and tender vulva.

I never imagined that such a wanton girl like Bingbing, after so many wanton and lewd sexual encounters, would still have such a beautiful vulva. Not a single hair, her labia were thick and pink, without the pigmentation caused by excessive sex that other women experience. Her vulva was snow-white and pink, and now, because of the thrusting, her two thick, bright red labia majora were not closed, and I could see the bright pink inner walls between the two thick labia majora under the light. In the gap between the labia, I seemed to see a bright red clitoris with a white tip, which should be Bingbing's clitoris, just like her tongue, it was longer than average. Her entire vulva was now covered in the vaginal fluid, reflecting the light and looking incredibly alluring.

I shook my head and said, "No, just a regular ultra-thin one will do. Give me one..."

Seeing Bingbing's vulva, my penis throbbed even more violently. I was a little worried that I wouldn't be able to resist kicking Abao aside to fill his place. Right now, all I wanted was to quickly get the condom and go back to Xiaoyan to ejaculate my thick semen, releasing the lust that had been burning all day.

Bingbing glanced at me, and I quickly looked away, not daring to stare at her anymore. Abao smiled, bent down, and thrust his penis, still wearing the G-spot condom, into Bingbing's vagina again with a "whoosh," saying, "Using this condom will make Xiaoyan feel so good..."

With a "slap," I was stunned, only to hear Bingbing say, "Anfeng can make Xiaoyan fly without a condom, do you think you're like him! Humph!"

It turned out that Bingbing had slapped Abao.

I was even more embarrassed, standing there, the clothes hanging on my penis swaying with each thrust.

"Hehe... then it'll be even more fun with Xiaoyan."

Abao was probably used to Bingbing's dissatisfaction; I didn't see a trace of anger in him. It turns out that if you truly love someone, even if you're just a piece of trash under their feet, you're willing to do anything to get close to them.

I admired Abao. Looking at his grinning face, the slight contempt I initially felt was replaced by admiration. Abao really has it tough.

"It's in my handbag, take whatever you want, but don't rummage through it..."

Bingbing looked at my clothes jiggling between my legs and my silly stance, smiling with pursed lips, "Xiaoyan is so lucky, she's always been so lucky..."

I didn't understand the meaning behind her words. I just frantically opened Bingbing's bag on the sofa, pulled out a condom of my usual brand in front of her, glanced at the packaging—it was ultra-thin—thanked her, and ran away as if fleeing.

Behind me came Bingbing's giggling laughter, mixed with the sounds of thrusting and her moans.

"So long!"

Xiaoyan glared at me from the doorway, about to slam it shut.

"No need to close it. I saw them so close. Let's be open-minded. We'll keep to ourselves. As long as they don't come any closer, it's fine."

I said, tearing open the condom packaging and putting it directly on my glans.

"Hmph! No way, I'm closing it!"

Xiaoyan slammed the door shut, grabbed my penis with her right hand, and helped me put the condom on. She stood on tiptoe and whispered in my ear, "You're going to fuck my ass, right? I don't want Abao to see you fucking my ass..."

I suddenly understood and nodded, but my penis felt incredibly tight with the condom on. I picked up the packaging and saw it was a medium size, while I usually only use large sizes.

Xiaoyan smiled at me and said in a coquettish voice, "I'm so lucky to have found a big-dicked wolf... Come on, big wolf, do whatever you want with me, I'm yours tonight, eat me up..."

I

chuckled, suddenly understanding the implication of Bingbing's earlier comment about Xiaoyan being lucky and always being lucky. It seemed Bingbing must know about Apo's situation. I could only smile bitterly to myself; these two sisters were truly best friends.

Xiaoyan had already raised her buttocks, forcefully spreading her thick, full buttocks with both hands, revealing her light brown anus, and turned to look at me with a seductive smile.

"Fuck...you slut, tonight I'll eat you...fuck you to death!"

I straightened my penis and pressed it against Xiaoyan's anus. With the help of the lubricant on the condom and the precum I had smeared on her anus during my previous fucking, I thrust forward, watching my penis, encased in the ultra-thin condom, slowly slide into Xiaoyan's anus. The tight, oppressive feeling and that warm, wet sensation sent goosebumps all over my body.

Xiaoyan turned her head to look in the mirror. In the mirror, Xiaoyan's face was full of seductive charm, her cheeks flushed, while I stared wide-eyed in a ferocious expression. After taking a deep breath, I started my pounding again. ...

Outside the door, Bingbing's "hmm" suddenly grew louder, mixed with vulgar and obscene language, cursing Abao. But I could hear Abao laughing in response to Bingbing's every scolding. Xiaoyan turned around and looked at me with disbelief, laughing and saying, "Bingbing is about to climax..."

I looked at Xiaoyan and sped up. A strange thought crossed my mind: I wanted to reach climax with Bingbing, and when she enjoyed the pleasure of sex, I would ejaculate.

At the same time, I thought to myself that these two were indeed best friends, knowing even this so clearly. It seemed that Xiaoyan and Bingbing must have had sex together. Otherwise, based solely on the same-sex masturbation recorded in the diary and their usual conversations, Xiaoyan shouldn't know so much. But there was no time to delve into it now. My only thought was to reach climax when Bingbing did.

I thrust my lower body wildly, making my condom-covered penis move in and out of Xiaoyan's anus rapidly. Each time I pulled out, I pulled out a ring of Xiaoyan's pink rectal wall, and when I thrust in, I pulled it all the way in. Xiaoyan couldn't help but moan loudly. Xiaoyan's moans were more refined, completely different from Bingbing's rough and vulgar language.

If I had to choose, I'd prefer a girlfriend like Xiaoyan, while Bingbing's wanton moans seemed better suited as a sex partner.

A long "Ah...oh..."

followed by Bingbing's tearful curses from outside the door, "

You stinking man...you stinking man, you fucking...fucked me to death..."

Hearing this, I finally couldn't bear it any longer. I pulled my penis out of Xiaoyan's anus, ripped off the condom that was gripping me so tightly, and let out a long roar. Thick, milky-yellow semen gushed out, smearing Xiaoyan's back and buttocks with my semen that smelled like disinfectant.

This time, the amount was really large; the lust that had been pent up all day was finally released with this spray of semen.

I held Xiaoyan tenderly for a while. Outside the door, there were no more waves of Bingbing's lewd moans, which rose higher and higher. Bingbing and the others seemed to have finished their lewd lovemaking for the night.

I gently kissed Xiaoyan, whose forehead was still covered in sweat, and looked at her satisfied and happy face, feeling a surge of pride. After the lust that had been pent up all day disappeared with the spray of that large amount of thick semen, my mind suddenly cleared.

"Xiaoyan, did Bingbing make love in front of you?"

I asked suddenly as I finished dressing. After careful consideration, I felt I should ask. Although I could find the answer by peeking into her diary, I really didn't want Xiaoyan to lie to me. I would be very gratified if she could tell me the answer I was already quite certain of.

I didn't care what Xiaoyan was like before, but I just hoped that she would be honest with me after we started dating.

Even if she was extremely promiscuous in school, I think I could accept it, although it would be painful for a while, I would still love her as before.

That's why I didn't directly ask, "Did you have sex in front of Bingbing?"

Although the two sentences meant similar things, the first one was more tactful.

"What do you mean? What do you mean by asking that?"

Xiaoyan was putting on her shirt. When she heard me ask that, she looked up with a panicked expression, but the panic quickly turned into anger.

"No, I just wanted to ask, I felt something was off tonight. Bingbing was with us, and we made love in front of her and Abao, and you didn't seem to have any particularly strong resistance. And Bingbing seemed to think this was a very normal thing."

"You're crazy! It's all your fault! How dare you say that. I don't know what Bingbing and Abao are like, but this is the first time I've done this in front of other people! It's all your fault, and you still have the nerve to say that!"

Xiaoyan was furious and kicked me. "You pervert, you even licked Bingbing's shoes in front of me, you... Waaah... Go to hell..."

Xiaoyan was almost crying as she spoke.

I looked at Xiaoyan in front of me, her face flushed with excitement, but now stained with the most tender tears that soften a man's heart. I felt sorry for her. Although I knew that Xiaoyan and Bingbing's relationship was very close to what I had guessed, maybe Xiaoyan had her own reasons. Maybe she didn't want me to be upset, or maybe she was just trying to maintain her pure image in front of me. I couldn't get the answer from Xiaoyan's tears.

"Don't cry... I was wrong... I was overthinking it..."

I hugged Xiaoyan, feeling her delicate body tremble slightly, and my heart ached even more. I really shouldn't have asked. Even if I was right, what difference would it make?

That was just her past. Maybe it was the right thing for her not to tell me.

"You jerk! You deadbeat! Waaah... Waaah..."

Xiaoyan sobbed, and my heart completely softened.

I sighed inwardly, thinking, "Forget it, I won't dwell on her past. Even if she had a thousand faults, the past few months with me have brought me unprecedented happiness."

After a while, I finally comforted Xiaoyan. She wiped away her tears and glared at me fiercely, "Okay, okay, I was wrong. I'll never doubt this again."

I smiled as I comforted her, slapping myself twice. Although the sound was loud, it didn't actually hurt. Seeing my sincere apology, Xiaoyan's face twitched, but she finally smiled.

The two of them straightened their clothes and opened the bathroom door.

Bingbing and Abao had finished tidying up their clothes. Abao had his arm around Bingbing's shoulder as they sat on the sofa, chatting and laughing as they drank beer. Seeing us come out, Bingbing immediately stood up, ran over, and hugged Xiaoyan, chattering incessantly. I noticed she wasn't wearing stockings anymore; her smooth, white legs were conspicuously exposed under the light.

"You're so lucky...hehe...I never thought Anfeng was so amazing. I thought you were just bragging all along,"

Bingbing said with a grin, glancing at me.

"Hmph! Anfeng's a pervert!"

Xiaoyan rolled her eyes at me, then whispered something in Bingbing's ear.

I guessed she was talking about the questions I'd asked her earlier.

I hesitated. Although I was sure of my answer, I wouldn't pursue it further if Xiaoyan didn't admit it. I smiled wryly, sat down next to Abao, picked up a new glass, and poured myself a drink. I needed to rehydrate after the strenuous activity.

"Come on...brother, have a drink."

Abao raised his glass and clinked it with mine. "You're pretty good."

"Not at all...you're good too."

I finished my beer, refilled my glass, and looked at Bingbing and Xiaoyan who were still whispering.

"What are they whispering about?"

Abao asked curiously.

"I don't know, maybe some gossip. You know, women always gossip when they're together. Hehe..."

I laughed and downed my beer in one gulp.

At that moment, Bingbing turned to look at me with a strange look in her eyes. Besides that aloofness that attracted me, there was also an expression I couldn't quite describe. It wasn't exactly flirtatious, but that look made my heart race.

I looked down and found a pair of black stockings peeking out from beside my legs. I was startled, realizing I had sat on Bingbing's stockings. I quickly stood up and found that where I had just sat was indeed a pair of disheveled stockings, and under the light, I could see that some parts were torn.

I remembered that I had torn Xiaoyan's stockings earlier. The sensual stimulation and excitement I felt just now had made me forget that this was my first time having sex in front of someone else. But as soon as I thought about it, my face instantly turned red. I

felt a little flustered and patted my buttocks, afraid that something might be stuck to them. Actually, it was just a subconscious action; I was just afraid that Abao's things would stick to me. But I knew in my heart that I would welcome Bingbing more than anything.

"Okay, don't be angry. Men are all scoundrels. They get the benefit and still want to act innocent."

Bingbing's voice reached my ears. I looked up and saw that Bingbing was also looking at me.

I smiled awkwardly, changed seats, and invited Xiaoyan to sit down as well.

"I won't sit with you. I'll sit with Bingbing and Abao."

Xiaoyan snorted and followed Bingbing to the sofa where Abao was sitting and sat down.

I felt embarrassed, but luckily Abao was quite tactful. He came over and sat with me. After a few drinks, Abao glanced at Bingbing and Xiaoyan and whispered to me, "Did you two have a fight?"

"Uh... well, you could say that.

I saw Xiaoyan and Bingbing laughing and chatting away, completely oblivious to the fact that Xiaoyan was actually angry.

"It's okay, Bingbing will help you talk Xiaoyan out. Hehe... brother, you're lucky. We really are kindred spirits."

"Hehe... you're lucky too."

I knew what Abao was talking about, but I still felt awkward. This man was just licking my girlfriend's shoes, and now he's sitting so close to me, talking about those things. But then I thought, I've also played with and licked his girlfriend's shoes, and in terms of sex, I'm better than him. Thinking of this, I felt much better.

I chatted with Abao about this and that, occasionally glancing at Xiaoyan and Bingbing.

Finally, I saw Bingbing and Xiaoyan change their shoes. As they changed, both women looked in our direction. I think I saw Bingbing's fair, delicate foot slip into the shoe I had kissed and played with. Her body seemed to tremble slightly. I could almost see her beautiful foot gently wriggling inside the heel I had licked. Was she feeling the traces I had left? My heart pounded.

After changing her shoes, a blush suddenly appeared on Bingbing's face. Seeing me looking at her, she pouted and made a cute face. Xiaoyan then looked at me, rolled her eyes, and kicked the shoe she was already wearing at me with her right foot. "What are you looking at? You perverted big bad wolf!"

Hearing Xiaoyan's words, I knew she was finally not angry anymore. I laughed as I took the hit of her shoe, then held it in my hands and walked towards her.

Seeing the blush on Bingbing's face and the cold arrogance in her eyes, and Xiaoyan's feigned anger, I squatted down and helped Xiaoyan put on her shoes in a conciliatory manner. Looking at Bingbing's high-heeled feet so close to my face, I almost couldn't resist reaching out to touch them, but I spoke softly to save face for Xiaoyan, "Okay... don't be angry. Getting angry will give you wrinkles, and then our Xiaoyan won't be pretty."

My tone was full of humility; at this moment, I had to be as humble as possible.

"Okay... look, Anfeng has apologized so sincerely, Xiaoyan, just forgive him."

Bingbing interjected, trying to smooth things over.

"Who told him to talk nonsense!"

Xiaoyan glared at me, her right foot, which I was holding, struggling to break free.

I glanced at Bingbing, then suddenly lowered my head, my burning lips pressing against Xiaoyan's slightly cool instep, kissing her smooth, straight foot through the thin layer of black stockings.

"Ah! Pervert..."

Xiaoyan cried out, but I could clearly feel the strength in her right foot's struggle disappear. Just then, I felt something touching the outside of my left thigh.

I looked down and saw that it was Bingbing's snow-white, delicate foot, gently teasing the outside of my thigh with her toes...

I was shocked and looked up at her, but Bingbing didn't look at me, only watching the music video on the screen. I dared not let Abao and Xiaoyan find out that Bingbing was teasing me with her foot. I quickly helped Xiaoyan put on her shoes and stood up.

Xiaoyan's face was flushed. She looked at me, then at Bingbing, and scolded, "Perverted big bad wolf..."

There was no longer any anger or resentment in her tone.

I smiled and took Xiaoyan's hand, saying, "It's late, when are we going home?"

"Bingbing, when are you leaving?"

Xiaoyan asked Bingbing.

"We'll leave when you leave, let's sit a little longer, we still have half a dozen beers left."

Bingbing glanced at the scattered bottles and snacks on the table.

"Okay, let's finish them before we leave."

Xiaoyan and I replied in unison, then smiled at each other; we were quite compatible after all.

Abao probably didn't see Bingbing teasing me with her bare feet earlier, but even if he did, I don't think he'd have a problem with it, as long as Xiaoyan didn't see it.

That night, we didn't leave until almost one o'clock and went home. Watching Bingbing sit in the front seat of Abao's scooter, curled up against Abao's chest as he drove from the back, a feeling of jealousy welled up inside me. It

was past one in the morning when I got home. I looked at the computer, intending to continue reading Xiaoyan's diary, but I simply didn't have the strength or energy to keep going. I quickly took a shower, got into bed, and fell asleep immediately. Anyway, my diary is on my computer; I can read it whenever I have time.

I slept until my phone alarm woke me up. It was already daylight. I rubbed my sore and tired eyes, picked up my phone, and was about to turn on the ringer. I noticed three unread messages on the screen.

"Who's texting me in the middle of the night? It's probably just some boring spam,"

I muttered to myself, but I still tapped the little envelope on the screen.

All three messages were from the same number—a local number, but completely unfamiliar.

After reading the messages, I realized they were from Bingbing.

Looking at the content of the messages, I, who had been half asleep, immediately became fully awake.

The first text message: "Xiaoyan wasn't bragging to me, you really are a complete pervert. Xiaoyan is so lucky. I'm even a little jealous."

The second text message: "Pervert...you like the smell of my shoes, right? Now you can guess who I am, right? You stinky pervert, you licked my shoes until they're all wet, they're not comfortable at all, I want you to buy me a new pair!"

The third text message: "See? Why aren't you replying! Are you still hugging Xiaoyan? Are you really that energetic? You're still going after going back twice a day? Well, I won't bother you anymore, you can continue your battle with Xiaoyan. You have to reply to my messages when you have time, I want you to buy me a new pair of shoes."

Looking at the time, it was around 3 AM, when I was already sleeping like a log, and the three messages were less than ten minutes apart. I felt a little embarrassed looking at the messages. Indeed, when I was licking and kissing Bingbing's high heels last night, I felt an unprecedented excitement and stimulation.

I didn't expect that this sexy and charming girl Bingbing was still awake so late. Did she have another battle with Abao before sending me these messages to tease me? Wasn't she afraid that I really did sleep with Xiaoyan, and what if Xiaoyan saw the message?

Sitting on the bed, considering whether I should reply to Bingbing's message, I hesitated for a moment when the phone rang, startling me. Looking at the profile picture, I saw it was Xiaoyan calling, and I quickly answered.

Xiaoyan was calling to ask if I was up. She'd drunk so much and gone wild last night, and was worried I was still lying in bed pretending to be dead.

I quickly said, "I just got up, I was about to wash my face and brush my teeth before going to work. Didn't you not have to work the early shift today? Why are you up so early?"

"I'm not up yet, still lying in bed. Didn't you hear my voice? I'm still half asleep. I just wanted to call and ask if you were up."

"Hehe... You're so nice to me. If I wasn't awake, I wouldn't even know you called me. I always put my phone on silent when I sleep, you know that."

After chatting for a few minutes, I was hesitating whether to tell her that Bingbing had texted me teasingly last night when Xiaoyan yawned widely and said, "Okay, you can get up now. I'm going back to sleep, I'm exhausted. You perverted big bad wolf! Go to work, I'll call you again at noon." She

hung up before I even had a chance to tell her.

After thinking about it, I decided to delete all of Bingbing's information. I didn't dare save her phone number in my phone; I just memorized it. After all, it's only a few digits, and because of Bingbing's work, she uses an easy-to-remember number string, so I won't easily forget it even after ten days or half a month.

It's just strange, though. How did Bingbing get my number? Did Xiaoyan give it to her?

Over the next few days, I continued dating Xiaoyan, and every night after returning home, I would continue reading her diary. The contents of the diary were becoming increasingly lewd. After dating Abo, she and Huang Bin hadn't truly broken up. The diary recorded her journey from initial guilt and hesitation to eventually finding a way to navigate between the two men. I didn't read much over those few days, since I didn't get home until around midnight each time, and I didn't want to skip around. I hoped to glean insights into her past life from every word and sentence in Xiaoyan's diary.

Bingbing still frequently appeared in her diary; in the last entry I read, she recorded a scene where Bingbing and Chen Tao engaged in a thrilling and unrestrained lovemaking session right in front of Xiaoyan in the dormitory.

To describe her feelings at that time using Xiaoyan's own words from her diary: "It turns out that watching other people have sex live is so exciting. I just wonder if Bingbing feels embarrassed? But it's really exciting... I'm so hot all over, and my pussy is so wet. I wish Abo or Huang Bin were here." "

I hid on the bed and watched Bingbing and Chen Tao on the opposite bed constantly changing positions, watching where they were having sex. Did Bingbing know I was there? Was she deliberately letting me see those shameful places so clearly? It's so embarrassing... I almost screamed along with the rhythm of Bingbing being fucked by Chen Tao. It's so exciting for me to watch. I wonder if Bingbing would find it even more exciting if she knew I was watching? Hmm, she must be. She's moaning so lewdly. Look at how much water is flowing from her pussy, and there's all that white fluid. Chen Tao is so hard every time! Hmm, I can't take it anymore. I really hate Bingbing. She knows I'm in the dorm and still brings Chen Tao to do these things. I hate her so much. Ah... It's so itchy... I hate it... I hate it..."

"Chen Tao is not bad either. Although he can't compare to A-Bo's big cock that can make me fly, he's still much better than Huang Bin. Hmm... A-Bo, I'm coming to find you soon, and I want you to fuck me to death. Oh, I want it so badly... I want you to fuck Bingbing like Chen Tao is doing now, licking my body, kissing my feet, putting my legs on your shoulders... I want you to fuck me to death with your big cock."

After Bingbing and Chen Tao finished, before leaving, Bingbing turned back and looked very satisfied at Xiaoyan, who was hiding behind the mosquito net on the bed, trembling and trying hard to suppress her noise. She made a face at Xiaoyan that looked both hateful and infuriating. After the two left, Xiaoyan immediately called A-Bo, and the two of them had a crazy battle.

The more I read Xiaoyan's diary, the less I understood. Has Xiaoyan really changed her ways and become different from before? But judging from her slutty behavior in bed, she seems to be just as described in her diary.

Perhaps she really has changed a lot, no longer as outgoing as before, but in front of me, the one she loves, she still retains that inherent wildness.

Also, it turns out Bingbing really did have sex with Xiaoyan before; no wonder she was so calm that night in the karaoke room. And Xiaoyan? Did she also have sex with Bingbing? I've only read a little over half of the diary, but I'm forcing myself not to skip ahead; after all, this is how the story unfolds.

That noon, I had fast food with Xiaoyan and took her to work. Back at the company, just as I was about to go out to discuss a quote with a client, my phone suddenly rang. It was a text message.

"You haven't replied to my messages for so many days? Are you afraid I'll really make you pay for the shoes?"

These past few days I've been busy with work and dates with Xiaoyan; I'd almost completely forgotten about Bingbing asking me to reply to her messages not long ago.

"Hehe…no, I've just been very busy these past few days."

I gave a wry smile. To be honest, I'm really a little afraid to face Bingbing. Although she has a strong attraction for me, her usually aloof gaze always makes me a little intimidated. But her body and her beautiful legs and feet held a strong allure for me.

"Tch, who are you kidding! You're dating Xiaoyan every day, aren't you? Are you afraid I'll really make you pay for the shoes?"

Bingbing replied quickly.

"Really, no... It's just a pair of shoes. If you want me to pay, I will. Besides, even if I'm busy, I have to make time for Xiaoyan. She's my girlfriend."

"Oh... So that pervert Anfeng is a model boyfriend after all."

"Hehe... I'm flattered. Compared to Abao, I'm still a little bit lacking."

I can talk to Bingbing freely in text messages, but I don't think I could be as talkative in front of her. She gives me a sense of pressure.

"Don't mention Abao, let's change the subject. What are you doing?"

"I'm going out to meet a client. Aren't you at work?"

"I'm off work, nothing to do, I wanted to find someone to go get a drink with. How long are you meeting your client?"

Why is Bingbing asking me for a drink? Just as I was wondering what was going on, another message came: "How long will it take to meet the client? Is half an hour enough?"

"About that, but I might not. Is something wrong?"

I hesitated for a moment before typing these words on my phone and sending them.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at *** Cold Drinks in half an hour. Nothing much, just wanted someone to keep me company."

Bingbing was really assertive, sending these messages before I could even make a choice.

If I hadn't discovered Xiaoyan's diary, I might have been interested in going out alone with Xiaoyan's best friend for a chat. But I knew that everything I wanted to know might be recorded in Xiaoyan's diary, and given the close relationship between Xiaoyan and Bingbing, I was really worried that if I went out alone with Bingbing, she would mention it to Xiaoyan, and I would be completely unable to explain myself.

Just as I was hesitating about how to refuse Bingbing, she sent another message: "Xiaoyan won't know I was alone with you, don't worry! I swear!"

I was stunned. Bingbing seemed to know what I was worried about. I smiled wryly; Bingbing's figure, temperament, and appearance were really attractive to me. Going to keep her company wouldn't be bad. It's broad daylight anyway, and even if I were impulsive, nothing would actually happen between us.

"It's no big deal if she knows! It's not like anything bad would happen if I were with you. She won't think anything of it if I just chat with her best friend."

"Tch, who knows you? You seem so afraid of Xiaoyan."

Bingbing replied quickly.

"Okay, I'll finish my business as soon as possible and come find you."

Bingbing's message infuriated me. Afraid of Xiaoyan? Ugh… how could that be! Seeing Bingbing is fine, she's not going to eat me alive!

"Don't call Xiaoyan and say I asked you out for drinks! Or you'll really have to pay for my shoes!"

I looked at the message, a chill running down my spine. Did Bingbing really know me that well? I really was about to call Xiaoyan.

I still felt uneasy. Was this a prank orchestrated by Xiaoyan and Bingbing?

The meeting with the client went smoothly. We'd been discussing the quote beforehand, and going now was just for final confirmation and communication. A dozen minutes later, I had finished my work for the day, and I had an afternoon to myself.

I was a little nervous, but I decided to go anyway.

I'm not the kind of person who's afraid of everything. Even though Xiaoyan is my girlfriend, I would never give up my social life for her. Although Bingbing and Xiaoyan are best friends, if I maintain my proper decorum when I'm alone with Bingbing, even if it's just a prank, I won't feel guilty.

I don't want people to think I'm henpecked. And I certainly can't let a beauty like Bingbing look down on me, or let her think I have to ask Xiaoyan for permission to do everything.

*** Cold drink shop.

I waited a few more minutes at the door before Bingbing finally arrived.

She had long, flowing hair, no makeup, and a fair face with delicate features. Her long, curled eyelashes made her eyes appear large and beautiful. She wasn't wearing her telecom company uniform anymore; instead, she wore a dark gray long-sleeved, semi-tight-fitting t-shirt, which accentuated her full breasts and slender waist. A canvas bag slung across her shoulder.

She wore light blue skinny jeans that made her legs look even longer, and white Converse sneakers. At first glance, she looked like a vocational school student, youthful and innocent.

This was the first time I'd seen Bingbing during the day; she was truly beautiful and had a great presence.

Looking at this pure girl with a hint of aloofness in her eyes, I couldn't believe she was the same person as the wild, unrestrained woman who rode on top of men in the karaoke room.

Seeing my astonished expression, Bingbing chuckled and said, "What are you looking at? Never seen a beautiful woman before?"

When Bingbing smiled, her large eyes curved into two arcs, revealing her pearly white teeth from her pink lips, which were devoid of lip gloss. Two shallow dimples appeared on each cheek. The cold arrogance in her eyes softened into warmth.

I snapped out of my daze, shook my head, and said, "It's not that I've never seen a beautiful woman before, it's just that I didn't expect you to look like a schoolgirl dressed like this."

"What schoolgirl? I graduated almost three years ago!"

Bingbing said happily when I complimented her on looking like a schoolgirl.

"Hehe, you really do look very young..."

I felt a little embarrassed. I didn't know why I was so talkative with Xiaoyan, but I stammered in front of Bingbing.

"Hehe...Are you a little disappointed? Did you think I would wear a skirt or shorts?"

Bingbing teased, her tone full of mischief.

"No, no, it's so chilly, why are you wearing a skirt and shorts?"

I stammered, then suddenly realized what Bingbing meant. "Hehe...you won't be disappointed."

"I wanted to dress casually today, and it's not that chilly. I wore a skirt last night when I went out with Abao."

Bingbing laughed heartily at my blank expression.

"Abao's lucky, isn't he?"

I blurted out, a hint of jealousy in my voice.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about him. I just asked you out for drinks today. Let's go in. You're treating me, consider it compensation for my shoes."

Bingbing smiled and stepped into the ice cream shop.

Bingbing knew this ice cream shop well, and after a few turns, she went up a narrow staircase to the second floor.

"Huh, there's a second floor?"

I was surprised. From the outside, you'd never guess there was another floor inside this ice cream shop.

"Really? You've never been here before?"

Bingbing turned to look at me.

"I often pass by, but I've never actually been inside. What's the difference between the second and first floors?"

I followed behind Bingbing, watching her sway her high, round buttocks, encased in her jeans, as she climbed the stairs. Beautiful women climbing stairs are always so alluring.

"The second floor is quieter; it's booths. The first floor is tables. Hey, what are you looking at? You pervert!"

Bingbing's eyes were fixed on her high, round buttocks. A blush appeared on her face, then quickly turned to anger, and she hooked her right foot back, almost kicking me.

"Nothing. Hehe..."

I immediately felt embarrassed and looked away.

The stairs were steep; if Bingbing was really wearing a skirt, following behind her might have revealed too much.

My mind involuntarily conjured up that erotic image of her exposed skin.

"You pervert! Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Bingbing continued upwards, and I could only lower my head and stare at the stairs, not daring to look again at those two long, straight, beautiful legs supporting that high, round, swaying buttocks.

The second floor was indeed much quieter and the environment much better than the first. The seats were all small booths with high backs and partitions, some for four people and some for two.

I didn't dare sit with Bingbing in a couple's booth, so I quickly chose a four-person booth and said, "Let's sit here."

"Hehe...afraid to sit with me in a couple's booth? This spot isn't good. Come on, sit here."

Bingbing smiled brightly, but her eyes gleamed with a mischievous light. She walked to the innermost four-person booth and sat in the two-person seat against the wall.

I had no choice but to sit opposite her.

I pressed the service bell on the wall, and a waiter quickly came to take our order. I had just taken out a cigarette to smoke when the waiter and Bingbing stopped me at the same time, saying, "Smoking is not allowed here. If you want to smoke, go to the corridor at the other end of the aisle."

I put the cigarette back in my small bag, feeling embarrassed. Bingbing glared at me and then started taking our order from the waiter.

I then started looking around at this stylish ice cream shop. It was during working hours, but just from the faint chatter, I knew it was doing brisk business. On the first floor, I saw over twenty square tables, already about 70-80% full. On the second floor, I roughly estimated a dozen small booths. Perhaps to ensure privacy for couples, each booth was separated by partitions of different styles, each decorated with beautiful paintings. Only one side of the aisle had a hand-woven rope curtain hanging from it. Looking at the prices of the snacks and drinks under the glass of the square tables, they seemed quite reasonable.

With this ambiance and the price, it could definitely be considered a romantic spot for couples.

I've been dating Xiaoyan for quite a while now, but how come I never discovered this place? I glanced around the cubicle where Bingbing and I were sitting. The partition was decorated with beautiful Japanese shoujo manga: a cute girl with big eyes and long eyelashes, dressed in a sailor uniform, stood under a cherry blossom tree amidst a sea of cherry blossoms, with a tall, slender boy—the kind often seen in Japanese manga—standing beside her, gazing lovingly at each other. It was clearly an image copied from some manga, but it was quite well-drawn. It seemed the owner of this shop had put a lot of thought into running this refreshing drink shop, perfect for young couples' dates.

After ordering, Bingbing giggled and said to me, "How is it? The atmosphere here is nice, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's pretty good. How come I never noticed how nice the atmosphere was here before? Do you often come here with Abao?"

I love manga, especially the beautiful Japanese style, but I have no talent for drawing.

I was even more surprised. Why would Bingbing bring me here? Did she know I liked this kind of atmosphere?

“I’ve been here a few times with him. Xiaoyan mentioned that you really like comics and cartoons. Besides, I like them too, so we chose this place. It’s not expensive, how about it? You don’t have to pay for my shoes anymore. It’s not too much to ask you to treat me to some cold drinks and snacks, is that too

much to ask?” “Of course, of course not. Hehe, I’m not a kid anymore. It’s embarrassing to think about still watching comics and cartoons all the time.”

Sitting across from Bingbing, and alone with her, I didn’t know what to do with my hands and feet. My face must have been a picture of awkwardness.

“Pfft, what’s the big deal? I watch them all the time, every day.”

Bingbing looked at me, her eyes holding a cold arrogance that made me feel so insignificant, yet it always attracted me.

“You’re different. You’re still a student. I’m almost thirty.”

I looked into her eyes, into her captivating cold arrogance.

"Hmph! What student girl? I've been out of school for almost three years. Besides, a lot of comics and anime these days are for adults; my dad even reads them sometimes."

Bingbing took her handbag off her shoulder and placed it beside her, stretching her arms overhead in a long, lazy yawn.

Looking at the two round, full breasts peeking out from under her thin t-shirt, my heart pounded, my blood rushed to my head, and my fingers on the table trembled uncontrollably.

Because of her posture, the long sleeves of her arms slipped down, and I noticed a bracelet made of tiny yellow crystals on Bingbing's right wrist. The chain must have been quite long; I saw it wrapped around her wrist several times. Bingbing seemed to really like wearing jewelry. That night, I also noticed she had a red string adorned with jade around her waist, and I remember she wore a bright silver anklet.

I remembered reading in a book that girls who like to wear delicate chains tend to crave romantic and exciting love; it seems there's some truth to that. That's the kind of girl Bingbing gives me.

"Is work tiring?"

I looked away, really not daring to stare at her anymore. She was a little vixen with immense attraction for me; if I kept looking, my little brother would be protesting in my crotch.

"Yeah, sitting in front of the computer collecting payments. There were so many people paying today, I'm exhausted."

"It's the beginning of the month, so of course there are more people paying. A few sips of your drink will help."

My gaze wandered, but I couldn't help but steal glances at Bingbing's alluring figure under her t-shirt.

"Hmm, you and Xiaoyan met at the lottery shop, right?"

Bingbing suddenly steered the conversation towards Xiaoyan.

I paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yeah, I've been buying lottery tickets there, and we gradually got to know each other, so I started pursuing her. Xiaoyan mentioned her to you, right?"

"Yeah, Xiaoyan tells me everything. Do you think she's easy to get?"

"Hmm… I don't know how to put it, but I had a crush on her for a long time before I started pursuing her. We went on a few dates, and she became my girlfriend. Hehe… maybe my way of pursuing her was a bit strange."

"How strange?"

At this moment, the waiter brought over Bingbing's drinks and snacks and politely said, "Please enjoy your meal. Just ring the bell if you need anything."

Bingbing nodded, not even glancing at the male waiter who brought the food. She seemed only interested in how I managed to win over Xiaoyan.

I coughed and waited until the waiter was out of sight before saying, "They call people by ringing a bell here, right?"

"Yeah, that's better."

Bingbing nodded, picked up her cup with her right hand, and took a sip of the mango shaved ice in front of her through the straw. "Come on, don't change the subject. What's so strange about how you pursued Xiaoyan?"

"How can I explain it? It's just weird..."

I was embarrassed. I started pursuing Xiaoyan by praising her beautiful and alluring feet. Although I knew Bingbing knew I had a foot fetish, I still felt a little embarrassed to say it out loud.

“Tell me, what’s so strange about it? I believe you can do anything strange, because…”

Bingbing glanced at me, lowered her head to take a sip of her drink, and said in a coquettish voice, “Because… you’re a pervert… hehe…”

“Oh my god, how am I a pervert! What makes you think I’m a pervert? Really… you’re not allowed to slander my character.”

I was a little indignant, but Bingbing’s sudden coquettish tone made my heart skip a beat. I’m usually not good at talking to Bingbing, but now I couldn’t wait to defend myself.

“You are a pervert… I know.”

Seeing my anxious look, Bingbing’s cold eyes, combined with her beautiful and charming face and smile, made me want to defend myself even more.

“What pervert? Liking Xiaoyan’s feet and saying her feet are pretty makes you a pervert?”

I said in a low voice, my tone full of self-justification.

“Yeah, that’s what you call perverted. I knew even if you didn’t say it, Xiaoyan mentioned it to me.”

Bingbing smiled warmly, but I couldn’t detect any contempt in her tone.

“You already know, and you still have to ask me. Really… Does Xiaoyan tell you everything?”

I picked up the cup in front of me reluctantly, without even using the straw, and took a sip.

“Yeah, she tells me everything, hehe… that’s how I know you’re a big pervert…”

“Oh my god, does that mean I tell you everything about her? What right do I have to keep my privacy?”

Thinking about how Xiaoyan described our private matters to Bingbing, my face turned red, but my heart suddenly started racing, and I even found that my penis was getting aroused.

“She did mention it… saying that the first thing she said to you when you were pursuing her was that you complimented her feet. Hehe…”

“Uh…”

I was speechless, and realized that my forehead was almost sweating.

"You still won't admit you're a pervert?"

Bingbing laughed, picking up a potato chip and putting it in her mouth, watching me chew it slowly. Looking at Bingbing's pink lips and hearing the "crunch crunch" of the chip being chewed, I don't know where the anger came from. Staring at Bingbing's face, I said, "I don't think that's perverted. Isn't Abao a pervert too?"

"Him? He's a pervert too, but... but I just like perverted men... hehe..."

Hearing Bingbing say this startled me. Was she implying something? Watching Bingbing casually and nonchalantly eating the snack in front of her, her delicate and beautiful face, her elegant and noble temperament, I really couldn't connect the phrase "just like perverted men" with this girl opposite me, whose temperament was as elegant as a fairy and whose appearance was as pure as a young girl.

The image of Bingbing straddling Abao in the karaoke room that night, wanton and lewd, couldn't help but flash through my mind. She really was a little enchantress, a combination of an angel and a witch.

I swallowed hard, thinking to myself, "Compared to Xiaoyan, Bingbing is definitely prettier, but having a girlfriend like that might not be a good thing. At least it'll make me more worried and anxious."

"What are you looking at? Do I look that good eating?"

Bingbing chuckled, noticing my blank stare. "Xiaoyan said you were so generous and poised, but you look like you haven't seen a woman in ages."

"Huh? What do you mean? Like you haven't seen a woman in ages? Do I look like a pervert?"

I gave a wry smile.

"Yeah, like a clueless pervert. If I didn't know about your relationship with Xiaoyan, I'd really think you didn't have a girlfriend. You can't even talk when you see a woman, all you do is stare."

Bingbing laughed, her eyes strange.

"I just can't talk to you. I'm a little afraid of you."

I felt more comfortable being honest with Bingbing.

"You're afraid of me? Afraid of what? Are you afraid I'll eat you? You're really joking. Hehe..."

Bingbing looked incredulous.

"It's not that I'm afraid you'll eat me, it's that I'm a little afraid of you. I think you're very proud and hard to approach."

"Hard to approach?"

Bingbing looked so surprised that she almost ate all the potato chips in front of her.

"Oh...no...that's not what I meant."

I was momentarily stunned. Was she unapproachable? It didn't seem so. She was promiscuous, even more open than Xiaoyan. But I just wanted to tell her how I felt about her.

"Oh, you mean I look arrogant, always looking down on others, right?"

Bingbing seemed to understand what I meant.

"Yeah...yes." "It's

innate. Maybe my family spoiled me too much when I was little, treating me like a princess, so I see everyone like that. Hehe, but...you're wrong, I'm very approachable."

Bingbing said with a smile, "It's because my family spoiled me too much when I was little that I developed my personality. I started to resent the constraints at home when I was in junior high school. By the way, has Xiaoyan told you anything about me?" I shook my head, but I did know something about Bingbing. It

was

from Xiaoyan's diary, but that diary only recorded Bingbing's promiscuous and wanton side. But now, sitting across from Bingbing, I felt that Bingbing was a person with a lot of stories. At least her so-called promiscuity was only part of her story.

"No, she's never mentioned you to me."

"Hehe, she's been talking about you a lot lately when we're together. That's just her personality. Hehe..."

Bingbing chimed in.

"Talking about me what?"

I was puzzled. Why did Bingbing always bring up Xiaoyan and how she talked about me?

Of course, I knew why Xiaoyan often mentioned me to Bingbing—it was because Xiaoyan always wanted to compare herself to Bingbing. In her eyes, I was already a source of pride and comparison.

"Talking about you is just weird. What else can I say?"

Bingbing laughed. "Do you think I'm prettier or Xiaoyan is prettier?"

Hearing this, my head throbbed. Why did these girls always like to ask this kind of question? Answering this kind of question wasn't so simple.

"Each has her own charm and beauty. You and Xiaoyan aren't the same type. She's quiet on the outside but lively on the inside, while you seem more haughty."

I could only politely respond.

"Tch, you've already said it all. So tell me, compared to Xiaoyan, are my feet prettier or hers?"

Bingbing curled her lip, looking disdainful.

"Ah... well, I don't know..."

Hearing this question, I almost broke out in a cold sweat.

"You don't know? You're a complete pervert! You're a super perverted foot fetishist! Didn't you win Xiaoyan over by praising her feet?"

Bingbing looked at me seriously, her tone sweet and coquettish.

"No, I just wanted an excuse to ask her out. I'm... I'm not a foot fetishist..."

I felt like my ears were burning. But when I said the last sentence, my voice noticeably lowered and slowed down. I knew who I was; denying my preferences in front of Bingbing was really not easy.

"Is that so?"

Bingbing looked into my eyes, emphasizing each word.

Just as I was feeling embarrassed, I suddenly felt something touching my calf under the table. I

groaned and shifted my leg. I knew it was Bingbing's foot kicking me.

"Still pretending? You're turning into a foot fetishist!"

Bingbing bit her lower lip, her usually aloof eyes suddenly becoming hazy and unsettling. "Tell me, whose feet are prettier, mine or Xiaoyan's?"

Her tone became even more suggestive.

I was sweating profusely. I mentally cursed myself: "Useless! Didn't I want to get close to this little fox's footsteps? How come I'm acting like a fool now that I'm so close!"

Having lustful thoughts but lacking the courage would be the best way to describe my situation. But a voice inside me kept warning me—this alluring little fox is Xiaoyan's best friend, and Xiaoyan is my girlfriend! And there was a deeper concern in my heart: was this a setup? Was Xiaoyan and Bingbing conspiring to test me? Or was it Bingbing's inherently wanton and seductive nature that led her to seduce me, only to boast about it to Xiaoyan afterwards?

I lowered my head, but my calves were nowhere to be seen. I felt Bingbing's shoes slowly but forcefully rubbing against my calves...

It felt like a tiny hand was scratching at my heart, making me itchy and my breathing erratic. I felt chills creeping up my arms, but a burning heat was spreading through my lower abdomen. My uncooperative penis was already stretching desperately in my crotch.

"Say something, you idiot! Hehe... Xiaoyan praised you so highly, but you're so clueless."

Bingbing teased me, her tone laced with mischievous satisfaction.

"You...aren't you Xiaoyan's best friend? Aren't you afraid Xiaoyan will find out you seduced me?"

I panted, my left hand gripping Bingbing's ankle under the table. Such a shapely ankle, so delicate, my hand wasn't big, but it was enough to hold her wrist. And it was still loose. I tightened my grip, preventing Bingbing's shoes from rubbing against my calves outside my trousers.

"What do you mean by seducing you... Don't think so highly of yourself. I just wanted to ask you, whose feet do you think are prettier, mine or Xiaoyan's? I was just curious... Hmm... Hmm... Stop pinching, it tickles... It tickles so much... You pervert... Don't pinch my ankles with your fingers..."

Just as Bingbing was explaining, my hand had already subconsciously begun to knead her slender ankle, lifting the top of her jeans. Her smooth skin pressed directly against my palm, truly as silky and warm as jade. The tendons in her heel throbbed incessantly under my fingers' kneading, and the two round bumps on her ankle slid in my palm...

I looked at Bingbing; her fair face now had a faint blush, her eyes were hazy, and her right foot, which I held tightly, did not struggle to leave my hand, letting me caress her ankle.

"Still not admitting you're trying to seduce me? Tell me, are you testing my loyalty to Xiaoyan, or do you really want to know which pair of feet is more beautiful in my eyes?"

Holding Bingbing's small feet, I suddenly became courageous and voiced my worries and suspicions to her.

"I...I didn't seduce...seduce you! You pervert...pervert! I don't care about your relationship with Xiaoyan, that little slut, who she's with is none of my business, I...I don't care if you're loyal to her or not! Ah...don't tickle, it's so itchy...so itchy...I just want to...want to know if my feet are prettier or hers..."

Bingbing seemed to be wearing a pair of short stockings, the stockings only covering a little below her ankles, and it felt like there was a layer of lace trim covering the top of the stockings like a skirt.

What kind of stockings were these? I don't think I've ever seen such short stockings before. My foot fetish finally made me unable to resist, and I roughly pulled Bingbing's right leg toward me.

With a soft "groan," Bingbing's upper body slumped as she sat in the booth opposite me, almost causing her to fall over. "You... what are you doing? You pervert! You filthy pervert! Tell me... whose is prettier, mine or Xiaoyan's?"

Bingbing, holding onto the edge of the table, stretched out her leg and placed it on my left leg, reaching towards me.

“I don’t know what your feet look like, so it’s hard to compare…”

I grinned. At this moment, I was completely attracted by the strange-smelling socks Bingbing was wearing. I was even telling myself, “Just looking at her socks, even if Bingbing really tells Xiaoyan, it’s not a very serious mistake, right?”

“Then take off my shoes and socks and take a closer look. Hehe… I’m afraid you won’t dare…”

Bingbing was really a vixen. Knowing that I had no resistance to pretty little feet, she deliberately used reverse psychology to express the contempt I couldn’t stand from women.

“Really? If I said your feet aren’t as pretty as Xiaoyan’s, would you be angry?”

I lowered my head and finally saw the small section of the sock edge peeking out from Bingbing’s ankle. The pink lace trim was layered and overlapped, circling the top of the sock. I used my fingers to push aside the highly transparent layers of the sock edge, and finally I could see a small part of Bingbing’s unusually smooth short socks.

The socks were thin, just like the skin on her ankles, completely revealing the fair skin of her ankles. Adorned with a mesh pattern, the pink stripes mirroring the lace trim, the sheer fabric and transparency told me these were the glass stockings that were so popular a few years ago. Back then, I always longed to touch a foot wearing such stockings, but for various reasons, I never got the chance. Now, seeing these glass stockings on this foot, my heart pounded even faster.

"Are these stockings still available?"

I looked up at Bingbing, my hands already expertly untying her shoelaces.

"Very few. I bought them online, a dozen pairs at once. The mesh colors are all different, aren't they pretty?"

Bingbing raised her foot, the toe already above the table, playfully poking against my stomach.

"Okay… I'll buy some for Xiaoyan too. Give me the website address later…"

My left hand supported the ankle of her pouncing foot, my right hand gently tugged at the heel. Finally, I could admire Bingbing's delicate, pink foot up close in the glass stockings.

As the shoes left her delicate feet, Bingbing's unique foot scent immediately filled my nostrils. This time, the scent was even more captivating than the scent of her high heels at the karaoke bar. The faint fragrance of perfume, the canvas and rubber of her Converse shoes, combined with the warm aroma of Bingbing's sweaty feet, gave me a jolt, but my mind was completely mesmerized by her feet encased in glass stockings.

"Stinky..."

I looked up into Bingbing's eyes, jokingly, then looked down to admire her beautiful feet clad in those glass stockings I had always longed for.

"Stinky? My feet smell better than Xiaoyan's, right..."

Bingbing seemed displeased when I said her feet smelled, and with a forceful lift of her foot, her toes, encased in glass stockings, bumped against my chin.

The warm foot scent, the fragrance tinged with a slight sweaty odor, was my favorite kind of foot scent. Xiaoyan's foot scent wasn't strong, just a faint fleshy fragrance, but Bingbing's foot scent had an added warmth.

A light touch of her toes against my chin sent a jolt through my mind. Just like I'd done with Xiaoyan before, I lowered my head and bit down on her big toe, painted with pink nail polish beneath a sheer glass screen.

"Ah...no...don't bite..."

Bingbing gasped, her voice brimming with excitement. She whispered "no," but already tried to lift the small foot that my right hand was supporting her heel even higher.

The rich, lingering scent of Bingbing's footwork filled my nostrils, stimulating every nerve. My pounding heart sent all the blood rushing to two places: my brain—I couldn't think straight anymore—and my restless penis between my legs.

I was lost. At that moment, I didn't even consider that the girl sitting across from me with her foot raised was my girlfriend's best friend. I just wanted to be close to those beautiful feet that radiated a mesmerizing scent, and on those jade feet were the biggest regret of my foot fetish—glass stockings.

Bingbing's soles were slightly damp; the non-absorbent nature of the silk stockings was the main reason for this. Yet, this foot sweat was essential for her unique foot charm. I gently stroked the backs and soles of her feet with both hands, my tongue beginning to lick the toes of her silk stockings.

In broad daylight, in a corner of a cold drink shop, in a four-person booth, I was brazenly and wantonly fondling and caressing a girl's silk stockinged feet. This girl wasn't my girlfriend, but her best friend. While feeling incredibly excited, I secretly admired the shop's service; this was definitely a perfect place for a rendezvous.

I looked up at Bingbing sitting opposite me. Her face was a mixture of excitement and arrogance. She lightly bit her lower lip, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes wandering, and a faint blush spreading across her originally fair cheeks.

"Hmm...you pervert! No wonder...no wonder Xiaoyan said you're so bold...so bold...oh...don't bite..."

Bingbing's left foot kicked my right shin under the table, sometimes forcefully, sometimes gently.

After a passionate kiss and sniff, I cradled that tiny foot, clad in sheer glass socks, in my hands, admiring it closely. The

intoxicating scent of Bingbing's feet filled my nostrils, and my gaze gently yet boldly traced the delicate foot. It was a beautiful foot; through the thin glass, I could see every detail clearly: rosy soles, rounded heels, and toes as delicate as scallions. Her toenails were coated with a thick layer of pale pink nail polish, perfectly matching the color of her socks and her soles.

To be honest, I couldn't say whether her feet were more beautiful than Xiaoyan's, but the scent of her feet was exactly the kind I loved most.

"Did you see clearly? Are my feet more beautiful than Xiaoyan's?"

Bingbing lifted the small foot I was holding in my palm. I looked up, not intending to lie to her, and said, "They're both beautiful, but I like the smell of your feet. It excites me so much."

"You're disgusting... What smell does my foot have? Isn't it stinky?"

Bingbing's excited little feet bounced around in my palm, like a lively and noble goldfish.

"If you don't believe me..."

I said, lowering my head to take a deep breath of the sole of her foot. The smell was warm and went straight to my heart.

"You pervert... you pervert..."

Bingbing muttered, her voice getting softer and softer, "I want to drink your watermelon juice..."

"Get it yourself if you want... Do you want me to feed you?"

At this point, I had abandoned the awe I had always felt towards Bingbing. Anyway, her beautiful feet were in my hands. When a woman is willing to let you play with her feet, your confidence will increase a lot.

"I want you to feed me..."

Bingbing glared at me.

I put her little foot down, rested it on my thigh, sighed, and handed her the watermelon juice in front of me.

She shook her head, biting her lower lip, and her right foot, which had been resting on my thigh, slowly moved between my legs, gently teasing my thigh. "I want you to feed me..."

"How? You can just drink with a straw... I've never used a straw before; I just drank directly from my mouth."

My heart raced. Bingbing's little foot was getting closer and closer to the edge of my legs. This little devil, was she going to step on me?

"I want you to feed me..."

Bingbing pouted, and her little foot finally stepped on the bulge that stretched out in my left trouser leg.

"Uh..."

I took a deep breath, pretending not to notice that Bingbing's foot was already on my erection. I feigned helplessness in the face of a spoiled, willful girl, saying, "I just can't do anything with you. Here, let me feed you..."

I stood up, holding the cup to Bingbing's lips.

My movement brought my lower body closer to Xiaoyan's feet, my penis pressed against her arch. I saw a smile appear on Bingbing's face, but when she saw the cup I offered to her lips, she shook her head, scolding, "Idiot! I don't want to be fed like that."

"Then how should I feed you?"

My heart pounded faster, feeling the erection on my trouser leg being gently rubbed and teased by Bingbing's small feet.

"I'll feed you first..."

Bingbing said, taking a sip of her mango shaved ice, pulling the straw out of the cup, and offering me the other end.

I watched Bingbing's beautiful, refined face draw closer and closer to mine. I never imagined this seemingly quiet and reserved little fox could have so many flirtatious techniques. I leaned in and took the other end of the straw into my mouth. Bingbing smiled, a smile so innocent.

The mango juice slowly flowed into my mouth through the straw—it was practically an indirect kiss.

"Is it good? Now it's your turn to feed me."

Bingbing put the straw back into the cup, smiling at me, her blush deepening, and the pressure on my bulge under her foot increasing.

I imitated her, taking a big gulp of watermelon juice and pointing the straw towards her.

She smiled, her small feet moving faster and faster, already stroking the bulge under her foot with the back of her foot and the toes, whispering, "I'll open my mouth to catch..."

As she spoke, she opened her mouth wide.

My mind went blank, looking at her white teeth surrounding her rosy mouth and her nimble tongue, and my penis in my trousers swelled even more. I gently squeezed the watermelon juice from my mouth into the straw, supporting the straw with my hand. A stream of red liquid shot out from the other end of the straw, accurately hitting Bingbing's wide-open mouth.

As Bingbing swallowed, the watermelon juice slowly slid down her throat. When the last drop of watermelon juice also shot into her mouth from the straw, the blush on Bingbing's face deepened, and she said in a more coquettish voice, "What are you looking at? You pervert! Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman drink something?"

I stared blankly at the liquid shooting into Bingbing's mouth, my mind filled with the image of a man's penis ejaculating into her wide-open mouth. Hearing Bingbing speak, I quickly shook my head, and the straw in my mouth swayed from side to side with my movement, splashing a drop of residual watermelon juice onto Bingbing's neck.

Bingbing glared at me, wiped the watermelon juice off her neck, and stomped on my foot with her right foot. I cried out "Ouch!" and the straw fell out of my mouth.

"You pervert! I knew you were thinking about those things!"

"Hehe... that's what you reminded me of. If I were drinking a milkshake, it would be so much better, white, it would look even better."

I blurted out.

"You scoundrel! You big bad guy! You're such a jerk!"

Bingbing, of course, understood what I meant and got angry, stomping on my bulge with her right foot.

I chuckled, enjoying the pleasure her glass-stockinged feet gave me, my penis getting harder and harder.

"Xiaoyan said you're a pervert, and she was right! Why do you like women's feet so much?"

Bingbing glared at me, lifting her left foot, which had been under the table, and placing it on my right knee. "Take this shoe off for me too."

"Oh..."

I skillfully took off Bingbing's canvas shoe on her left foot, the faint scent of her feet wafting into my nostrils again. I didn't want to miss this fresh scent, so I picked up her foot, which was also clad in glass stockings, and inhaled deeply. "I don't know, I just find girls' feet very alluring, seeing them makes me excited. Don't you realize I'm already excited?"

As I spoke, I thrust my hips forward, my penis inside my trousers rubbing against Bingbing's newly freed left foot.

"You pervert!"

Bingbing blushed slightly. "Disgusting..."

"You think it's disgusting? You're being sarcastic. You don't think it's disgusting at all."

I placed Bingbing's feet on my erection, feeling the sensation of her feet. "These stockings are so pretty. I remember they used to have thick cotton in the front, how come they're all so thin and transparent now?"

"I have those too, I'll wear them for you next time, hehe... I bought over a dozen pairs, half of them are those... Which ones do you think look good?"

"They all look good, you look good in any stockings..."

I took a sip of watermelon juice and then shot it into Bingbing's mouth. This scene was so exciting. If only that straw were my penis, and that watermelon juice were my semen spraying from my urethra!

"Aren't you afraid of betraying Xiaoyan?"

Bingbing and I said this almost simultaneously. We both laughed sheepishly afterward; we had already betrayed Xiaoyan.

"We didn't betray her, we didn't even have sex,"

Bingbing said, giggling, her feet moving even faster as she teased my penis through my pants.

My mind was completely occupied by her delicate, pink soles and white insteps; the slightest thought of betraying Xiaoyan had been defeated by my desire.

I looked down at those nimble, graceful feet, thrusting my hips to bring my penis, bulging in my pants, even closer to them. My breathing grew heavier, and Bingbing's breathing became rapid as well.

I looked up at her and saw her eyes half-closed, her nostrils flaring, her gaze alluring and seductive as she looked at me. She gently bit her lower lip and whispered, "You're so perverted…wouldn't you get even more excited and perverted if I gave you a footjob?"

"Aren't you giving me a footjob right now?"

I reached out and massaged her ankle. "Why aren't you wearing an anklet today? You look so sexy with one."

"You want me to wear an anklet? I have some in my bag. What kind do you want?"

Bingbing picked up her bag and placed it on the table, taking out a small jewelry pouch and opening it. She pulled out three or four different styles of anklets.

"I want you to wear the silver one, it's so sexy,"

I said, taking the anklet I'd seen her wear before and fastening it around her right ankle. After the anklet was fastened, as she gently squeezed my penis under my pants, the silver pendants swayed back and forth.

"Does it look good?"

Bingbing looked at me expectantly, hoping for my praise.

"Beautiful, so sexy."

I nodded, lifted her right foot, and bent down to lick and kiss the anklet.

"Oh...mmm...Xiaoyan was right, you're such a pervert! But I...oh...I love this kind of pervert!"

Bingbing said, her left foot reaching for my zipper, her big toe nimbly trying to unzip my pants through the thin stockings. "I want to really give you a footjob..."

"Here?"

I was surprised. My impression of Bingbing was that she was very lewd, so why would she think of giving me a footjob in this place? In my mind, the kind of sneaky sexual stimulation in public was something only girls like Xiaoyan, with her repressed and horny personality, would enjoy. Why would Bingbing like it too? Thinking back to Xiaoyan's diary, where Bingbing had sex with Chen Tao in front of Xiaoyan in the dormitory, I seemed to have come to an answer: Bingbing was actually a repressed and horny girl who liked extreme stimulation.

After getting Bingbing's affirmative answer, I said, "You're fucking horny, you're even more proactive and horny than Xiaoyan!"

I licked and kissed her ankles, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my already hot and hard penis.

"I am horny, so what? Humph! Compared to your Xiaoyan, I'm not as horny as her!"

Bingbing looked unhappy, but when she felt something different touching her soles, I could clearly see a hint of joy flash across her face. Although she was pouting and looking unhappy, her eyes were full of desire. "You pervert! Don't you like touching girls' feet in these kinds of situations and then having them give you a footjob? And you're pretending to ask me! Humph!"

"You...who told you that? Was it Xiaoyan again? Oh...your feet feel so good...your stockings are so damn smooth...that guy, how come he told you everything...fuck..."

My face turned red, and I felt like a plucked duck in front of Bingbing, with no dignity left. But the glass silk on Bingbing's feet felt better than ever before to my penis. The glass silk wasn't just smooth; when the ridges of my glans were rubbed by the interwoven glass silk, it felt like a ticklish sensation, and the fibers of the glass silk slid there also had a slightly painful, taut feeling, like being cut by taut threads. This kind of tingling and slightly painful pleasure was something I had never experienced before. I was a little angry. Because of Xiaoyan's words, no matter how much I wanted to compare myself to Bingbing, I couldn't reveal all the private things between us. Suddenly, a feeling of revenge surged into my mind. Although what Bingbing and I had done was already unfair to Xiaoyan, I really wanted to do something even more hurtful to her.

"Yeah... Xiaoyan and I are inseparable. She told me everything about you. Do you know what she said about you?"

Bingbing laughed, moving her right foot from my mouth to my crotch, and then gently stroking my increasingly hard penis up and down with her left foot.

"What did she say? Did she call me a pervert?"

I looked down at my fiery red glans, my dark shaft receiving her ministrations within the arch of Bingbing's delicate foot.

"Tch, a pervert is a good thing! She said you're not only a pervert, but also a sex maniac, always taking her to have sex in public,"

Bingbing said. "She told me that when you two go for coffee, you always kiss her feet in those places, hehe..."

"This... what's wrong with that... I've found that she also enjoys that kind of stimulation... Besides, aren't you enjoying the service that Xiaoyan enjoys now? You like it too, right?"

I felt increasingly resentful. Why did Xiaoyan tell this little vixen everything? Did she discuss all those lewd sexual encounters with her with Bingbing afterward? Did she really love me? Or was I just something she secretly compared herself to Bingbing?

“I’ve tried it before, what’s so special about this? I even made love here with Abao during the day…hehe…that was even more exciting.”

Hearing Bingbing say that she and Abao had made love here, my heart skipped a beat, and I blurted out, “Is this the spot?”

“Yes, this is the best spot here. Let me tell you…Abao and I have made love here several times…hehe…”

Looking at the beautiful woman opposite me, whose face was delicate and refined, but whose heart was incredibly wanton, and who spoke these words so casually, my penis became even harder and more erect than before, violently thrusting and slapping against the arch of Bingbing’s foot.

“Uh…you’re so slutty! Much slutier than Xiaoyan…”

In my heart, I still thought Bingbing was slutier than Xiaoyan. Although Xiaoyan seemed to prefer showing off, Xiaoyan couldn’t compare to the innate seductive charm that Bingbing possessed.

"I said she's slutty, and she's slutier than me... Hmph... You still don't believe me... What, your stinky dick seems even harder now... You get even more excited when you hear me say those things, don't you? You really are a pervert! Hehe... Xiaoyan must love you to death, you pervert. Your dick is quite big, Xiaoyan licked it for you, right?"

I turned to the side, grasped Bingbing's feet, and made them move faster, closer to my sensitive spot. I nodded, grinned, took a breath, and suppressed my inner turmoil. "Of course... I'm a pervert, even if she doesn't lick, I'll force her to."

"Her? She must be eager to lick. She's so slutty. Hehe... Do you want me to lick you too?"

Bingbing smiled seductively, opened her mouth, and her sexy pink tongue slowly darted out from her lips, gently licking around her upper lip.

The scene made my blood boil even more.

Her words further confirmed the authenticity of Xiaoyan's diary. The first time Abo and Xiaoyan met, this slut Xiaoyan took the initiative to give Abo oral sex, and even did the deep throat I had always wanted. But one question remained unanswered: why wouldn't Xiaoyan give me deep throat? Was it really because mine was too big? But the ugly penis Apo described in the diary was probably about the same size as mine, or even bigger.

Looking at Bingbing's seductive expression and movements, I nodded frantically like a chick pecking at rice. "I want...I want you to suck my penis,"

I gasped. Now, I no longer felt the subservient feeling I had when I first met Bingbing. Instead, I felt I could say anything with her, even the most explicit things, without any pressure.

"Hehe...you wish...but I don't want to. Hehe...I'll just use my feet to help you."

She moved her feet even faster. She understood men's psychology better than Xiaoyan, and seemed to know better than Xiaoyan how to use her feet to bring a man to orgasm.

I was disappointed, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't force her; after all, she was Xiaoyan's good friend. Maybe the day I actually had a purely sexual relationship with her, I could do whatever I wanted without restraint. But in terms of the current level of foot fetish, I might just be an ordinary man she wanted to tease on a whim.

Even if Bingbing's feet were made of the smoothest glass silk, after more than ten minutes of friction, the moisture on her soles had long since dried. My penis still felt very painful and astringent, like it was being cut by silk threads.

Bingbing saw the expression of pain on my face, chuckled, removed her feet from my penis, took a sip of her mango shaved ice, and said approvingly, "Xiaoyan is really lucky. If I squeezed you like this, Abao would ejaculate in ten minutes at most. Does it hurt a little?"

"Yeah, it's spicy, maybe I'm too hard."

I held my penis in my hand and gently rubbed it.

"Did you take this long to come when Xiaoyan squeezed you before?"

She stood up, a mouthful of mango shaved ice in her mouth, and offered me the straw.

"I need her to give me oral sex or use her hand to make me ejaculate..."

I felt a strong liking for this little vixen. How did she know I was thirsty, and then she fed me a drink in that super stimulating way? Thinking this, I opened my mouth and bit the other end of the straw, sucking hard.

"Mmm...you..."

I sucked the mango shaved ice from Bingbing's mouth, and she let go of the end she was biting, scolding, "You glutton! It's not like I'm feeding you!"

"Not feeding me? Then why are you biting that end and coming closer to me?"

I felt incredibly embarrassed, my face flushed, and I said awkwardly,

"It's not for you, don't move!"

Bingbing winked, lowered her head, bit the straw in my blanket, took a sip, and mumbled again, "Don't move!"

I obediently stayed still, completely unaware of what Bingbing was up to. Bingbing gave me an approving look, leaned closer, and I half-closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of her hair. Suddenly, a cool liquid dripped onto the head of my penis, which I was holding.

I let out an "Oh!" and opened my eyes. Bingbing looked at me with a lustful expression, the straw in her mouth spraying crimson watermelon juice onto my penis.

"You... what are you doing?"

I was shocked and quickly turned to avoid the liquid.

"Don't move! I'm adding some lubricant for you... hehe..."

The last drop of watermelon juice dripped onto my penis; this time the liquid was no longer cold, but warm—a mixture of Bingbing's saliva and watermelon juice.

I was both amused and exasperated, looking at the mess and dripping fluid on my crotch. Strangely, after being showered with a mixture of cool and warm liquid, the aching sensation in my penis completely disappeared. My large penis trembled, seemingly expressing its gratitude to Bingbing, a gratitude tinged with a hint of defiance.

"You shaved all your pubic hair, hehe... No wonder it felt so itchy when my feet gripped you, it felt so good. Xiaoyan must feel amazing when you fuck her..."

The little vixen laughed, sitting down, her silk-stockinged feet gripping my penis again. With the lubrication of the watermelon juice, the feeling was even more pleasurable and smooth than before.

"Uh... I want to cum..."

After half an hour of rubbing and kneading with Bingbing's feet, a chill ran down my spine, and my legs trembled violently as I approached my climax.

"Not bad, to be able to be played with by my feet for half an hour, you pervert are really something..."

After the prolonged leg movements, Bingbing's face flushed even more, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her nose.

"I'm not in good shape today, otherwise I could last longer..."

I boasted a little, my thick cock slowly regaining some confidence in front of Bingbing.

"Really? If you don't ejaculate soon, I won't help you anymore, I'm exhausted... my legs are so sore..."

Bingbing stopped moving, lazily leaning against the back of the booth opposite her, her glass laces on her feet were soaked, the watermelon juice couldn't mask the alluring scent of her feet, faint, but the smell mixed with the watermelon juice was quite pleasant.

"Bingbing, help me massage them again, just a little more and it'll be fine..."

I grabbed her ankles, her feet were soft and warm, letting me do as I pleased.

"You're so strong! You pervert!"

Bingbing looked at me, trying to move her feet to match the thrusting of my hips.

"Of course I'm strong, otherwise how could I have gotten your best friend Xiaoyan?"

I grinned maliciously, sweat beading on my forehead, and I saw that Bingbing's smooth forehead was also covered in beads of sweat.

“That slut, she just loves a pervert like you! But…but I like it too…”

Bingbing said, changing the angle of her feet to give my cock different sensations with every part of her soles.

“I’m coming, I’m going to cum…uh…little vixen, fuck…footjob with you is so good!”

“Better than with Xiaoyan?”

Bingbing chuckled, “Cum, cum, cum on my feet…”

“Of course it’s better than with Xiaoyan, I’ve never been cummed by her feet. I don’t want to cum on your feet, I…I want to cum in your mouth…”

I became shameless and started pushing my luck.

"Tch! You...you wish...I'm not going to lick it for you..."

Bingbing's beautiful eyes flickered, her legs tightly clamped around my penis, her right foot kneading my glans, she said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Good girl...shoot it out...shoot it out for me..."

"When I was feeding you watermelon juice just now, I was thinking about that kind of scene, if I could shoot my semen into your mouth, just like I was feeding you just now, without your mouth touching my penis, I could shoot it into you from a distance..."

I panted, my right hand gripping the part of my penis shaft that Bingbing's legs weren't clamping, and I quickly started stroking it.

"I...I don't want...I want you to shoot on my feet...good girl...shoot it out...good girl..."

Her voice was soft and coquettish. Hearing her sweet voice, I couldn't hold back any longer. My penis trembled violently, my scrotum contracted, and I grabbed Bingbing's right ankle with my left hand, straightening my penis with my right. A thick stream of semen shot out, once, twice, three times...Bingbing's soles and insteps were covered with my sticky, smelly semen...

I slumped into my seat like a tattered sack. Bingbing gasped for breath, picked up her phone from the table, and handed it to me, saying, "Take a picture, I want to keep it as a souvenir."

"Take...take what?"

I was startled, cold sweat breaking out.

"Take a picture of my feet, take a picture of all that disgusting stuff on my feet...what else could it be? You pervert, I don't want your image in my photos."

Hearing Bingbing say this, I felt relieved. Luckily, I didn't have to be in the picture. Otherwise, given her relationship with Xiaoyan, if Xiaoyan saw the photo, she wouldn't even bother to renew it.

"Oh... is it a photo or a video?"

Bingbing's phone was great, a Samsung i-series smartphone. I turned on the camera. I planned to shoot a video; although the image quality might not be as good as still images, the movement and sound would make it a better keepsake for Bingbing than a photo.

"Shoot however you want."

Saying that, she stretched out her legs. In the bright light, her slender, delicate feet were so endearing. Her right foot was covered in a large patch of slippery, sticky fluid. Looking at my spoils, I started filming.

Bingbing showed off her beautiful feet from various angles. Her feet were placed on my lap. While filming, I intentionally or unintentionally included my still large, red glans penis in the frame, even though it had softened. Just

as I was secretly pleased that Bingbing would see my penis glans while watching the video, Bingbing did something I didn't expect. She pulled her right foot back to its place, lowered her head, and cupped her small foot, still covered in my semen and wearing a sheer stocking, to her mouth.

Her long, nimble tongue began licking the sticky fluid from the soles and toes of my feet, her face a picture of adorable, wanton pleasure. I was astonished, watching her deftly lick her silk-stockinged feet, each drop of the semen I had ejaculated onto them being licked into her mouth. My phone captured every single detail of this breathtaking scene.

"Alright, satisfied now? Consider this your ejaculation in my mouth, hehe..."

Bingbing spat all the semen she had collected into the mango shaved ice cup in front of her, looking at me with a flushed face. "Wait, I'll drink this in front of you, how about it? Satisfied?"

"Satisfied, satisfied...you...you..."

I paused, unable to think of anything else to describe her. "You're so fucking horny...damn...I think I'm hard again..."

"If you're hard, go find your slutty Xiaoyan. I'll go find Abao later, hehe..."

She took a sip of the mango shaved ice, swirled it in her mouth a few times, and then slowly swallowed.

My eyes were practically red with desire. My wet crotch was already making my penis incredibly uncomfortable, and the images and words I captured on her phone excited me even more. I almost wanted to stand up and pounce on her, to teach this little vixen a lesson she wouldn't forget.

Just as I was about to stand up, my phone rang. I glanced at it and saw it was Xiaoyan's caller ID with her cute V-sign. Xiaoyan was calling.

I quickly handed Bingbing's phone back to her, made a shushing gesture, and answered the call.

It was just a normal call, asking what I was doing, where I was, and so on. But it terrified me. People with guilty consciences are always suspicious. I made up some nonsense on the phone with Xiaoyan, saying I was talking to a client and just came out to use the restroom when she called. What a coincidence... and other such lies. Watching Bingbing sitting across from me, laughing and filming my disheveled state with her phone, I became even more anxious. This was terrible. The first half of the video showed Bingbing's beautiful feet covered in semen, her licking the semen off her feet and spitting it into a cup while saying those lewd things. The second half showed me making the call. Anyone who saw it could immediately imagine that the sticky liquid was my work.

I was glaring at Bingbing, pretending to flirt with Xiaoyan, when I finally finished the call with Xiaoyan. The first thing I did after hanging up was snatch the device from Bingbing's hand.

Turning it on, I realized Bingbing hadn't been filming me at all; she was just pretending to film me to scare me!

Good heavens, I was almost scared to death by this vixen.

Sipping my drink, I asked her if we were having an affair? What exactly was our relationship?

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "It's not an affair, we didn't have sex. You… don't think too much about it. Our relationship? At most, I'm just a foot fetishist… how about that, I'm good to you, right?"

I looked down at my soaked crotch and smiled bitterly. Foot fetishist, that's a very strange relationship.

Foot fetishist, I never knew there was such a strange relationship between men and women.

But it really felt like that between Bingbing and me. She would surprise me in any situation, even when Xiaoyan and Abao were around. Without me even needing to pull out my monstrous penis, she would secretly give me various pleasures with her feet, clad in all sorts of alluring and sexy socks that perfectly suited my taste.

And Bingbing really understood men like me with a deep foot fetish; the shoes and socks she wore during our foot-friendship were always the kind that most aroused my desire.

Stockings, short cotton socks, low-cut crystal socks, over-the-knee cotton socks… she had almost everything I could think of, both familiar and unfamiliar. If foot-friendship relationships truly existed, Bingbing would be the perfect one.

I seemed to have become addicted to the pleasure brought to me by Bingbing's delicate and graceful feet. But Bingbing always held firm to her bottom line; she said that whatever she wanted was fine, but no part of my body could actually enter her body.

Several times, as I reveled in the intense pleasure brought by her beautiful legs and silk-stockinged feet, I could clearly see that the panties covering her pink and vibrant vulva were already soaked. But whenever I tried to touch them, she would angrily push my hands away. No matter how much I begged, she remained unmoved.

Whenever she saw me struggling to suppress my lust, Bingbing would always smile, her alluring and charming eyes making me even more unbearable.

Finally, one time, I could no longer endure the caressing and rubbing of her small feet, clad in lace stockings and exuding the rhythm I so loved

, on my penis. Like a maddened beast, I pounced on her and threw her down in the booth of the ice cream parlor. "I want to fuck you… I want to make love to you, I want to make love to you here, like Ah Bao,"

I rasped, my voice trembling. I roughly pulled off her short coat and reached to unbuckle her jeans. Bingbing's words instantly snapped me back to reality, "You filthy man...you pervert! Do you want to betray Xiaoyan?"

Yes, Xiaoyan was my official girlfriend, while this seemingly delicate and alluring girl, leaning against the booth back, was Xiaoyan's best friend.

Bingbing's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over me. I sat back down, panting, but my thick, erect penis, with its purplish-red glans, was still hard. However, the lust I felt had suddenly diminished considerably.

"Isn't it good for us to maintain this kind of relationship? As long as...as long as that doesn't happen...I feel like you haven't betrayed Xiaoyan."

Bingbing looked at my somewhat dejected appearance and said softly.

"Really? Doesn't that really count as betrayal?"

In my heart, I had already accepted this weak excuse. In my memory, "foot fetish" didn't seem to be an option in the explanation of sexual relationships. After all, the allure emanating from Bingbing's delicate face and the irresistible charm of her feet—featuring the rhythm I craved most—was simply too tempting. I preferred to accept this explanation; it made me feel better.

Those nimble little feet once again explored my crotch, squeezing and teasing. "Pfft..."

Bingbing laughed, "You're really good at holding back. If it were anyone else, they would have already fucked me. It seems Xiaoyan is really important to you. Good brother, your cock is so big and thick, Xiaoyan must be having a blast."

"Anyone else? Do you have other foot fetishists?"

This was the first time I'd heard Bingbing call me "good brother." She usually called me things like "pervert," "stinky pervert," "stinky man,"

etc., but at this moment, my attention was entirely focused on the term "other."

“I’ve done it before, but…hehe…now you’re the only one. Don’t you like it when I call you ‘good brother’?”

“I…I like it…you little vixen, you little devil…fuck…every time we sneak out together, I fuck Xiaoyan until she dies at night.”

I stroked her ankle, my right hand slowly moving upwards to caress her shapely calves through her jeans, while secretly regretting, “The north wind arrives as soon as it's said. Just two days ago I could still caress her smooth and beautiful legs. Who would have thought the north wind would come last night, and winter would come too.”

“You pervert! I won’t call you that anymore. You don’t seem very happy at all.”

Bingbing scolded, but her face became increasingly flushed, and her feet moved faster and faster. “Xiaoyan is really lucky to have found you. But…but…”

She paused.

“But what?”

I looked up at her; she rarely spoke like this.

“Nothing, hehe…what I wanted to say is, but you might not be able to enjoy some of the things you’re enjoying right now with Xiaoyan.”

She pressed her left foot against my penis, making it stand upright between my legs. After securing the position, her right foot began to skillfully rub and knead my glans and ridge with different parts of her foot—the sole, toes, and arch.

Watching Bingbing's alluring expression as she lightly bit her lower lip, and listening to her barely audible breathing, I nodded. Speaking of foot fetish techniques, Xiaoyan and Bingbing were indeed far inferior; at least, I had never ejaculated on Xiaoyan's jade-like feet. But with Bingbing, I almost always ejaculated within half an hour whenever she gave me a footjob.

"Why don't you teach Xiaoyan, so I can enjoy it too?"

I looked at the feet that were working so perfectly on my penis, experiencing immense satisfaction both visually and sensually. However, because I was looking down, although my eyes were on Bingbing out of the corner of my eye, most of my gaze was drawn to her pink feet in white lace stockings, and I didn't notice the strange look that suddenly flashed across Bingbing's face.

"Xiaoyan...hehe...I won't teach..."

Bingbing giggled, her feet moving even faster, her big toe already teasing my glans, giving me even greater stimulation.

"Teach her...so that when I'm with her...I can...experience the kind of stimulation you give me."

I panted, lifting her left foot, which was pressed against my penis, and burying my nose in its warm, moist sole, deeply feeling the rich, perfumed scent of her clean, warm little feet.

"I won't teach her...she's clumsy. She wouldn't learn even if I tried. Ugh...it's so itchy...you stinky man...you stinky pervert!"...

I ejaculated into her shoe again. This was the second time. My foot fetish relationship with Bingbing had developed too quickly in the past month; I remember having these non-cheaty dates two or three times a week. The first time I ejaculated into her shoe was at her request. I found this request strange; didn't she feel uncomfortable with the wet, sticky feeling inside her shoe? But Bingbing's answer surprised me greatly—"My most attractive part, the part you like the most, is always covered in your disgusting semen. Don't you feel a sense of accomplishment?"

What kind of person is Bingbing? A month of being foot buddies has made me increasingly unable to understand her. She is indeed very provocative and wanton, but some of her strange sexual thoughts seem to go beyond just being provocative and wanton. I almost think Bingbing is a perverted girl, a perversion that's almost pathological.

But in this respect, I don't seem to be much better than her. Since becoming foot buddies with Bingbing, the unbridled nature buried deep within me seems to have been completely released. It's strange, Xiaoyan can actually accommodate my preferences in many ways, but I always feel more relaxed with Bingbing. Maybe I know that being with Bingbing is completely stress-free, and I don't have to promise her anything.

Most importantly, some parts of Xiaoyan's diary deeply infuriate me. Although Bingbing and I hadn't actually had sex yet, in Xiaoyan's diary I saw detailed records of all sorts of sexual encounters between Xiaoyan and Abo: deep throat, footjob, breastjob—Xiaoyan would do anything that would make Abo happy without hesitation. And after reading the diary, I learned that I wasn't the first man to penetrate Xiaoyan's anus; Abo was the first.

After Xiaoyan and Abo got together, although she maintained a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with Huang Bin, their contact decreased significantly. However, the purpose of their interactions was very clear. To express her guilt towards Huang Bin, Xiao Yan would have sex with him almost every time, even during her period, she would perform oral sex on him, something she had never done before. But Xiao Yan would never swallow Huang Bin's semen. In her diary, she wrote, "Although I feel very sorry for Huang Bin, I will only eat Brother Abo's semen. Now Abo is the man I love most."

Huang Bin thought this was a sign of deeper affection, unaware that after each date, Xiao Yan would impatiently call Abo after Huang Bin took her back to her dorm, and then they would arrange a wild and lewd sexual encounter the next day.

It's unbelievable that Xiao Yan, at only seventeen or eighteen years old, was already two-timing. She used almost every method to maintain her relationship with both men, not only managing to navigate between them with ease, but also keeping it a secret from her best friend Bingbing. Perhaps Xiao Yan felt that dating two boys at the same time was somewhat immoral.

However, the pride of a young girl and the secret desire to compare herself to Bingbing sometimes caused Xiaoyan to unintentionally reveal expressions and nonsensical remarks that she never showed in front of Bingbing.

Although it was all in the past, I was still very angry. It turned out that Xiaoyan's past was so lewd; in the diaries I had read so far, Bingbing seemed to pale in comparison to Xiaoyan's wantonness.

Xiaoyan's diary contained a lot of information about Bingbing, and now reading Xiaoyan's diary was not only to understand Xiaoyan's past, but also to pay attention to Bingbing. The more I read the diary, coupled with my real-life interactions with Bingbing, the more I felt that Bingbing seemed to have suffered a great blow in her first love, and then began to indulge herself, letting herself completely fall into depravity as revenge against the villain she once deeply loved, whom she identified in the diary as surnamed Li.

But was it worth it? Not only did I want to know, but Xiaoyan also wanted to know. In Xiaoyan's diary, Xiaoyan once asked Bingbing about it. Bingbing just looked at Xiaoyan with a strange smile, then nodded, but didn't say anything.

At the same time, a strange phenomenon occurred: Xiaoyan's diary recorded that towards the end of the first semester of her second year of vocational high school, Bingbing would often disappear without explanation on weekends, her phone would be off, and even Chen Tao would ask Xiaoyan where Bingbing had gone, but Xiaoyan didn't know. However, Bingbing would always appear at school on the first day of every week. When Xiaoyan asked her where she had gone on the weekend, Bingbing would always smile and answer that she had gone out of town with her family.

This content was what I read during the month that Bingbing and I were secretly dating. It was mostly the same old stuff, detailed records of her almost perverse sexual encounters with Abo, with much less mention of Bingbing.

As I read on, I became a little lazy, since the content was largely the same, except that Xiaoyan indulged her innate fetish for public exposure in different situations. She was even more wanton in bed, moaning louder. I feel I've learned pretty much about Xiaoyan's past from this diary I've only read halfway through, and I hardly want to read the rest. As for why they broke up, I hardly want to care anymore. Maybe Bingbing will tell me these things in future conversations, so why bother reading that explicit diary while gritting my teeth?

Ever since I started this relationship with Bingbing, every time I finished a date with her, I would meet up with Xiaoyan to release the remaining lust I felt from Bingbing's feet. Bingbing and I've become increasingly strange; she texts me almost every night. To prevent Xiaoyan from discovering my relationship with Bingbing, I got a new SIM card, a new phone, and a new QQ account. Only Bingbing knows that phone number, and my only QQ friend is Bingbing. I never carry that phone with me; it's always at home. If I don't reply to Bingbing's messages at night, she knows I'm not at home, but somewhere else spending the night with Xiaoyan. Bingbing wouldn't get angry, but she would grumble when I texted her the next day, demanding I tell her what Xiaoyan and I had done the night before.

It turns out this fellow foot massage buddy could also satisfy my penchant for text-based sex; I would always embellish my fantasies about the sex I had with Xiaoyan the previous night, imagining it as a virtual sex experience with Bingbing, engaging in a virtual lovemaking session with her through my writing.

The weather suddenly turned cold with the arrival of the cold air; winter had truly arrived. A thin coat was no longer enough to ward off the biting north wind. Although the temperature was still around ten degrees Celsius, the piercing wind brought a bone-chilling cold to everyone in this small town. Everyone wore thick coats, and it was rare to see girls showing off their shapely, long legs on the streets anymore. New Year's Day

was just two days away.

I was planning how to spend our first New Year's Eve together since we started dating. When I asked Xiaoyan about her New Year's plans, she said she was going to a training session with her colleagues at a lottery sales point in the provincial capital.

"Training? You lottery sellers need training? People fill in the numbers, you just print them out."

I joked. "Is there some kind of trickery in the lottery machine? I've only won 10 yuan at most in all this time, never even 200."

"You're just unlucky... No, it's because they're upgrading the system after New Year's Day, and apparently they're launching two new games. The training is mainly for that."

Xiaoyan nestled in my arms, her slender fingers gently circling my chest. "It's only two days, are you going to miss me?"

"Of course, we have a three-day holiday for New Year's Day, I'll be bored to death without you."

I stroked her smooth back, looking into her eyes. "Want me to come with you?"

"No need, I'm going with several colleagues, none of them are bringing their boyfriends, if I ask you to come, they'll laugh at me."

Xiaoyan suddenly shuddered and turned her head away, refusing to look at me.

"Even if what? They're envious enough. By the way, your lottery shop only has three people, including your boss. How come so many colleagues went with you?"

I lowered my head and kissed Xiaoyan's forehead, feeling the warmth of her breasts pressed against my chest, but my heart was beating faster than when she had climaxed.

"All the lottery sellers at the lottery center are my colleagues. What do you mean there are only three people?"

Xiaoyan laughed, her fingers that had been caressing my chest slowly sliding down to my lower body, grasping my penis, which had already ejaculated but was still like a rubber tube, not completely limp, and skillfully began to stroke it.

"Oh, so it's your whole system. I thought it was just your shop. Do you send people to every point in the whole city?"

I spread my legs, arching my lower body, so that Xiaoyan could play with my penis more comfortably.

“No, not really. There are twenty people going from the whole city. We weren’t selected during the last training, but this time it’s my turn. My boss said that Aqing had already gone once before, so he called me to go.”

Xiaoyan’s face was pressed against my chest, hot and wet.

Aqing was another salesperson at Xiaoyan’s lottery shop.

“Honestly, knowing you have a boyfriend, you still sent me during my holiday. Go tell your boss to let Aqing go in your place so we can have a proper New Year’s Eve.”

“Aqing is married and has a child. Her child is still young, and her husband is even more reluctant to let her go.”

Xiaoyan’s head slowly slid towards my genitals, her hot breath spraying onto my glans, which was almost back to its former vitality.

“Damn! That’s ridiculous. How am I supposed to spend New Year’s Day?”

I was getting a little angry. “When are you leaving?”

I said, thrusting my penis forward. The glans found Xiaoyan’s cherry lips precisely. Xiaoyan had originally been heading towards my penis.

"We're leaving on the afternoon of the 31st, and we have training on New Year's Day morning. I hate it, having to do these training sessions during the holidays."

Xiaoyan complained, opening her mouth and "wow!" taking my glans into her mouth, her little tongue starting to tease the tip of my penis.

"It's just... uh... you little slut, you... you're getting better and better at sucking."

My body tensed up. Xiaoyan had been particularly enthusiastic lately, filming almost every time we had sex, and she was especially trying to please me. Although I still couldn't get her to do deep throat, seeing that half of my penis was already inside her mouth, feeling my glans pressing against her larynx, that soft, warm, and tight feeling was already very satisfying.

"I'll make it up to you these next few days, emptying you out first, so you won't mess around when I'm not around on New Year's Day! Hehe..."

Xiaoyan spat out my penis, looked up at me, her eyes and brows full of seductive charm, saliva dripping from her mouth, her nose twitching as she deeply inhaled the pungent smell emanating from my penis.

"Damn...you suspect I'll go out and mess around? I'm worried you'll go to Nanning and hook up with some rich guys!"

I hissed, suddenly thinking of Bingbing. Would Bingbing be out of town for New Year's Day?

Xiaoyan gave me a flirtatious look and buried her head in my glans again, saying indistinctly, "I...I won't...won't...big bad wolf, film...film me eating your cock...film you fucking me..."

As she spoke, she reached for her phone and handed it to me, "Let's film again...this time I'll let you copy it to your phone, watch it if you miss me on New Year's Day..."

"You slut...oh...you're licking me so well. Will you also upload it, so you can watch it when you want?"

This was the first time Xiaoyan had agreed to let me have a video of us having sex. Although I could copy it from her computer, which I had infected with a Trojan, this was truly the first time she had asked me to. I was deeply moved and nodded vigorously. "Then make sure the filming is good this time. I'll be in control and capture all your sexy moments."

"Okay. This time, you can film... film however you want..."

Xiaoyan smiled seductively, opening her mouth wide and taking my erect penis into her mouth. It wasn't deep throat, just the usual depth, but I was already incredibly excited. My breathing became more and more rapid, and my hands trembled slightly. I pointed my phone at Xiaoyan's face and began to record all her movements and expressions.

This time, Xiaoyan didn't stop me from capturing her face in the frame as well. This was the first time the female protagonist's face had appeared in a video of us making love. ...

I originally planned to deliver the car on the afternoon of the 31st, but Xiaoyan refused. Plus, I had things to do at the time, so I didn't insist. Anyway, almost half of the people in the car were employees of the lottery center, so nothing would happen.

Around 5:30 pm, Xiaoyan called to let me know she was safe and sound on the way. I gave her a few instructions, and just as I was about to whisper sweet nothings to her, Xiaoyan hurriedly said, "Okay, that's all. The training instructors from the provincial lottery center are here to pick us up. We need to go to the assembly point. Bye... Be good and wait for me at home."

I didn't even have a chance to tell her that I had bought a gift to give her when I picked her up from the car; she hung up the phone. I

muttered to myself, "Those so-called training instructors are just putting on an act. They don't have any real skills. Does Xiaoyan need to be so afraid of them?"

After work, I habitually went to Xiaoyan's workplace to buy lottery tickets. Aqing was on duty and saw me. She said strangely, "You didn't go to the training with Xiaoyan?"

"She wouldn't go with me. She said she was afraid of being laughed at by others. Hehe... What a silly girl."

Aqing laughed and said, "Exactly. It would be so romantic to have your boyfriend go with you. That silly girl is really afraid of being laughed at by the people who go with her."

"What's so funny about that?"

I handed the lottery ticket to Aqing and told her to buy it. Anyway, I was too lazy to choose numbers. I just picked a few sets of numbers and bought them every time.

"Xiaoyan's shy, huh? You've been her boyfriend for so long, don't you know?"

Aqing chuckled.

"Hehe... not that long, not even half a year."

I laughed it off. Xiaoyan's shyness was obvious; Aqing was really just Xiaoyan's colleague. She didn't understand Xiaoyan at all, and couldn't imagine how flirtatious and wanton Xiaoyan was in bed.

"You have to be good to Xiaoyan, she's a good girl."

Aqing handed me the lottery ticket, saying earnestly.

"Don't worry, I'll be good to her,"

I replied, my face burning slightly. Was my relationship with Bingbing as a football buddy a betrayal of Xiaoyan?

I waved goodbye to Aqing, got on my electric scooter, and rode home in the twilight.

I didn't have a deep impression of Aqing, only having seen her a few times when buying lottery tickets at the shop. She was always there chatting with Xiaoyan after work. I don't recall ever having spoken to her more than I had tonight.

It's no wonder I didn't remember Aqing; she was just an ordinary woman. She was around thirty years old, with an average appearance and a dull complexion, lacking any of the alluring glow that comes with feminine skin. Married and with a child, her figure was completely different from the youthful, vibrant, and curvaceous figures of Xiaoyan and Bingbing—not the kind I admired.

She and Xiaoyan were just ordinary colleagues, so naturally I wouldn't chat with her much.

Tomorrow is the New Year's holiday, and Xiaoyan isn't in this city; I'm really bored.

After finishing my meal and taking a shower, I played some games on the computer and was about to go out for drinks with some friends when the phone rang.

It was Bingbing's personal phone. Not a text message, but a phone call.

"Hey... you pervert, what are you doing?"

Bingbing's soft, sweet voice came through the receiver.

"Nothing much, just planning to meet up with some friends at a bar. Xiaoyan went to the provincial capital, you know?"

"Yeah, hehe... she told me. So, you pervert, are you bored because Xiaoyan isn't spending New Year's Day with you?"

Bingbing laughed. "Where are you planning to go tonight?"

"I don't know yet, maybe just find a small bar to sit in. It's boring at home, so I'll go to a bar and watch the New Year's countdown with everyone. What about you? Didn't Abao ask you out?"

"He went out of town with his family. I'm all alone tonight, hehe... How about it? Want me to watch the New Year's countdown with you?"

"Sure, then I won't ask any of my buddies, I'll just keep you company. Where do you want to go?"

I was secretly excited, thinking that Xiaoyan's absence might not be all bad, at least Bingbing's delicate and pretty little feet could comfort me.

"So you're into girls too! Hehe..."

Bingbing laughed mockingly. "I'm already outside, in booth 009 at XX Internet Cafe. Come on over. I called you because I wanted you to come and play computer games with me. Hehe... Isn't that a surprise?"

I found it strange. Why play computer games at an internet cafe? Doesn't she have one at home? "Play computer games at an internet cafe? Don't you have a computer at home?"

I asked directly.

"My computer at home is broken, okay? Why ask so many questions? Are you coming or not? Do you think playing computer games at an internet cafe is old-fashioned?"

Bingbing was getting a little impatient.

I hadn't been to an internet cafe in a long time, but since I was in a booth with such a beautiful girl like Bingbing, wasn't this a good way to spend New Year's Eve?

I hurriedly told her I'd come right away on the phone, hung up, quickly got dressed, and headed to XX Internet Cafe. This time, I brought both my phones with me. Xiaoyan wasn't there, so I didn't worry about her finding out I had another phone.

My heart was pounding with anxiety, but I still called Xiaoyan. I told her I was on my way to a bar, planning to drink with friends and spend the night there—a lie. It sounded noisy on Xiaoyan's end; she said she was going to the night market with a group of colleagues. Sure enough, it was very noisy on the street, and I could vaguely hear a familiar accent from the provincial capital.

I told her to go home and rest early, as she had training tomorrow. Xiaoyan laughed and said I was nagging, explaining that with so many colleagues together, everyone had training and wouldn't oversleep and miss it. Then she gently kissed me on the phone and said, "You should go home early too, don't stay out too late. I won't call you tonight to disturb your drinks with your friends. After you're done shopping with your colleagues, go home, shower, and go to bed."

"Okay, be careful!"

Xiaoyan hung up after saying that.

Looking up, I saw the taxi driver had already parked in front of XX Internet Cafe. As I paid, I saw him grinning slyly, knowing he'd overheard my lie. I didn't really care; he probably just thought I was a netizen. Little did he know, a stunningly beautiful and alluring woman was waiting for me in one of the cafe's private rooms.

The wind was strong and cold on the street. I pulled my coat collar tighter and stepped into XX Internet Cafe. It was a large cafe, two stories high, with at least two or three hundred computers. I went straight to the counter and asked the manager. He looked at me strangely but still told me how to get to room number nine.

Room number nine was on the second floor, at the very back of the west corridor. I thanked the manager and headed towards the stairs, pulling out my phone as I went and dialing Bingbing's number.

"Hey… you pervert, where are you?"

Bingbing's voice came through.

"I can't find XX Internet Cafe, it's so hard to find,"

I joked.

"Idiot! You can't even find such a big internet cafe? Can't you just take a taxi?"

Bingbing was quite annoyed.

"I haven't been online in a long time. Does anyone know where this xx internet cafe is? Wait a minute, I'll take a taxi."

"You're so stupid! If you had taken a taxi earlier, you would have arrived by now. Hurry up..."

"Hehe, is it because pretty Bingbing's feet are cold? Want me to warm them up?"

I continued to nag, already at the entrance of the west passage.

"I'll give you twenty more minutes. If you don't come, don't even think about touching my feet tonight! Humph!"

Bingbing said coquettishly, her tone becoming so sweet that it made my heart itch.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll be flying over to you in less than twenty minutes."

Saying that, I had already walked to the door of VIP room 009 and gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it? I didn't call anyone. Who's knocking on the door outside?"

Bingbing's voice came from both the phone and the door at the same time, strong yet gentle and kind.

"Miss, I'm here to deliver special services."

I knocked on the door again, lowering my voice and pretending to be someone else.

"You're crazy!"

Bingbing's voice grew louder, and the door clicked open. A hint of anger flashed across Bingbing's pretty face. When she saw me standing in the doorway, her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open.

"Are you looking for death... you pervert!"

Bingbing kicked me, pulled me into the private room, and slammed the door shut with a click, locking the latch.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry. I was just joking. Why would you need a private room after going online?"

I found it strange and started to scrutinize Bingbing.

Perhaps because of the cold weather, Bingbing was wearing a short, fitted, coffee-colored double-breasted coat with a large lapel that reached mid-thigh. The collar revealed the pleated collar of a thick white cotton shirt underneath. She wore thick black stockings and blue platform stilettos.

"I just like coming here to surf the internet, so what? You don't agree?"

Bingbing sat down at the computer she had been sitting at, patting the desk to her right. "Here, this is your computer. Have you stared enough? All you do is stare at people all day."

The private room wasn't big; computer rooms in computer malls aren't usually that big. A double sofa around two computers is considered a computer room.

I looked around the room. Both computers were on a custom-made long desk. Bingbing was sitting at the inner computer, and there was a small round coffee table outside the sofa with two drinks and some snacks on it.

I sat down on the outer side of the double sofa to Bingbing's right, opened a drink bottle next to Xiaoyan's computer monitor, and said, "Aren't you cold? It's so windy outside. Aren't you cold wearing only high-heeled stockings?"

"These are thick, they don't let in the wind. You men don't understand, this is warmer than jeans."

Bingbing lifted her right leg, which was clad in black stockings, and swung it.

"Really?"

I reached out and gently touched it. The stockings seemed very thin, not thick at all, but they felt much warmer than my hand.

"Don't touch me, you pervert!"

Bingbing pouted, but her round knees didn't flinch from my hand. "Doesn't it feel warmer than yours?"

"Yeah. By the way, what online games are you playing?"

I pulled my hand back and looked at the page on Bingbing's computer.

"Not online games, just some cool stuff you haven't tried before, hehe..."

Bingbing looked at me mysteriously and said, "Want to order some other food?"

"What else haven't I tried? Let's order some beer, just drinking soft drinks is boring."

"Okay, I've already paid for the computer time. Aren't you going to work tomorrow? I've already booked an all-nighter."

Bingbing skillfully logged onto the internet cafe's internal order page and ordered the kind of beer we usually drink when we go out. "Canned, a dozen, is that enough?"

"Yeah, then I'll stay here with you tonight. Anyway, Xiaoyan isn't here, and I don't have anywhere else to go. Oh, and order some snacks, you need to eat more when you stay up all night. Hehe, I'm treating this place like a bar."

I said self-deprecatingly.

"Hmph, what? Don't you like staying up all night playing computer games with me? You're lucky to stay up all night with me."

Bingbing glared at me. "How could I not like it? I wish I could spend the whole night with you." I smiled ingratiatingly, suddenly thinking that maybe tonight our relationship could take another step forward. Soon, the internet cafe waiter brought over the beer and snacks, and I paid. Although the prices here were a bit higher than outside, they were much cheaper than bars. Bingbing told me to lock the door and said, "Let's find a movie to watch first, then we can play, hehe..." "Let's watch an AV, okay? I haven't watched an AV with you yet." I couldn't suppress my desire to get closer to Bingbing, and blurted out my ideal movie without thinking. "You pervert! I won't watch it with you. Do you often watch them with Xiaoyan?" Bingbing turned her head to look at me, her expression somewhat mocking. "I watch them occasionally, to add some spice, hehe..." Now that we had this ambiguous relationship, the way I talked to Bingbing was completely different from when we first met. "Oh... Anfeng needs to watch these to add some spice to his life too? Aren't you always so impulsive and vigorous?" Bingbing giggled, but instead of opening the pornographic videos stored on the internet cafe's server, she clicked on a Korean drama that I found incredibly boring. "You really are a pervert. I'll watch some Korean dramas first. If you want to watch AV, watch it on your own computer." I scratched my head, reluctantly giving up the idea of watching AV on the same computer as Bingbing. I moved away from her and started browsing the internet on the computer in front of me. Of course, I only visited the few portal websites I frequented, just reading news and browsing forums. Although Bingbing and I had this strange "foot buddy" relationship, we rarely sat side-by-side so close together. The warm, distinctive scent of Bingbing wafted into my nostrils, making me feel a little itchy. I couldn't concentrate on browsing the web, my gaze frequently drifting to the two shapely, long legs revealed by the hem of Bingbing's short coat. Although the black stockings were thick, the tension from sitting up meant I could still vaguely see her fair, delicate skin under the bright lights of the private room. Bingbing watched a Korean drama, occasionally letting out a knowing laugh. The computers in the internet cafe all came with headphones, and looking at the handsome men and beautiful women of South Korea on her screen, I really couldn't understand what was so captivating about these idol dramas that attracted Xiaoyan and Bingbing so much. Smelling Bingbing's warm fragrance, my mind was already replaying the rich, lingering scent of her feet, mingled with perfume, from when she gave me a footjob. My heart was itching with desire. Thinking of all the times Bingbing's beautiful feet, clad in different colors and types of sexy stockings, or bare feet gently caressing my thick, monstrous penis, my erection began to stir again. Bingbing hates the smell of smoke, and I rarely smoke in front of her. Strangely enough, Xiaoyan doesn't smoke either, yet she doesn't object to me smoking in front of her. To suppress the urge and distract myself, I started drinking beer. "Pfft… I didn't expect you to be such a drinker. You've only been sitting here for ten minutes and you're already drinking." Bingbing, wearing headphones, turned her head to look at me, her face flushed and very alluring. "You won't let me smoke, so I can only drink to calm myself down." I took a sip of beer and grinned. "Calm down what?" Bingbing removed one of her headphones and asked me curiously. "Hehe, you're so charming, I'm getting excited." I said bluntly, straightening my lower body to show Bingbing the slight bulge in my jeans. "You pervert! You're getting more and more outrageous when Xiaoyan isn't around. Don't bother me, be good, let me watch TV for a while, I'll give you a surprise later." As she spoke, she kicked off her high heel with her right foot, bending it and placing it on the outside of her body. Her small, delicate right foot, encased in black stockings, was placed on the outside of my left leg. "You can only look, not touch, understand?" Bingbing smiled, pouted, closed her headphones, and turned her gaze back to the computer screen. I sighed inwardly, "What surprise? It's not like we're actually going to have sex, but Bingbing's feet are so beautiful, the rhythm of her feet is so intoxicating." No wonder people say that men are animals who think with their lower bodies. Seeing Bingbing's small, charming black-stockinged foot placed beside me, my heart was quickly drawn to this foot, whose lines were exceptionally beautiful even though I couldn't see the skin. No news could be as alluring to me as those silk-stockinged feet, but Bingbing said she wouldn't let me touch them. I'd already cursed her dozens of times in my mind, but I still kept our promise. I generally wouldn't touch her legs or feet without her permission; after all, we were just foot buddies, and she was my girlfriend's best friend, so I really couldn't go too far. If I couldn't touch them, then I'd admire them up close. Up close, I could even smell the warm scent emanating from those beautiful feet. I was quite proud of my plan, and I bent over and lay on the sofa cushion. The private room was small, but the sofa was huge, almost the size of a regular single bed. Bingbing turned her head and saw my funny pose, smiled, and lightly kicked my forehead, which was less than ten centimeters from her foot, with her right foot. "What are you doing? You're such a pervert!" The warm, soft scent of her toes touched my forehead, then quickly withdrew. "I didn't touch, I just looked. Mind your own business." I was shameless, but I'd done all sorts of ridiculous poses in front of Bingbing, all for the different pleasures those jade feet could give me. "Pervert! Then take your time looking, but don't touch them." Bingbing's cheeks flushed, and she looked at me with a hint of shyness. "I won't touch them. Besides, isn't it because I'm a pervert that you took a liking to me and made me your foot friend?" I lowered my head, continuing to admire the silk-stockinged foot that kept wriggling its toes up close. "Closer, don't you like my smelly feet? Hehe..." Bingbing stopped focusing on the handsome men and beautiful women on the screen and started teasing me. "Yeah, your feet smell awful, like stinky tofu..." I took a deep breath, the warm scent of Bingbing's feet filling my nostrils.

"So you like the smell of stinky tofu, no wonder your breath smells so bad. Hehe..."

Bingbing brought her foot closer to me, "Smell it, it'll stink you to death."

"Mmm...so smelly...so smelly..."

Her raised silk-stockinged foot was only a few centimeters from my nose. Although she said it stank, the scent of her foot, mixed with perfume, Bingbing's sweat, the leather of her high heels, and the fibers of her stockings, wasn't actually smelly at all. Only foot fetishists understand the allure of that kind of foot scent.

"It'll stink you to death, it'll stink you to death...ah...what are you doing, why are you biting me..."

Bingbing wriggled her toes, and I opened my mouth and bit the most flexible big toe at the tip of her silk-stockinged foot.

"You offered yourself up, don't blame me."

I said, my tongue already curling around the toe covered in stockings.

"No...no...um...you pervert!"

Bingbing abruptly pulled her toes out of my mouth, glared at me, and said, "Wait a bit before you play, okay?"

Bingbing rarely asked for my opinion with such an angry expression, but her gentle tone made me obedient.

However, the lust aroused by her footsteps had already caused a large bulge in my crotch. I sat up straight, shook my head, and reached down to rub my crotch to soothe my swollen penis, muttering, "Wait a bit, I can wait, you have to wait too." Bingbing

smiled and made a face at me, then turned her head away, putting her right foot, whose stockings I had licked wet at the big toe, back under the table and into her sexy blue high heel. I had skimmed through

the news online during the day at work, and it was still the same old stuff, so I didn't pay much attention. I took out my phone and checked the time; it was already ten o'clock, but Bingbing was still watching a South Korean drama on the computer in front of her with great interest. My usual phone is a large-screen smartphone, and it felt uncomfortable sitting down with it in my pocket. After checking the time, I put it directly on the computer desk.

"Bored? Then play some games. Don't rush, I'll play with you later. I'm in a bit of a rush right now."

Bingbing turned to look at me, her face apologetic, which made me feel embarrassed.

"I haven't played online games in ages, I don't even know what's fun anymore, haha..."

I sat down, then stood up again, taking out Bingbing's special phone and placing it next to the large-screen phone. It was much more comfortable sitting down with nothing in my pocket.

"Hmph! You're obviously biased. My special phone is so cheap, while the phone you use to talk to Xiaoyan is so high-end."

Bingbing retorted, pouting her rosy lips.

Although I knew it was a joke, it still felt a little off. "No, I don't usually carry this phone with me, I only bring it when I need to contact you. It's a smartphone too, just a cheaper one."

I hurriedly explained, "Should I change the SIM card now?"

"No need, just kidding. Hehe...you really are like a fool."

Bingbing giggled, but her eyes remained fixed on the screen.

"Hmm..."

I replied absentmindedly, picked up my usual phone, and unconsciously swiped the screen, tapping here and there. I swiped aimlessly, just to kill time.

A few minutes passed by in this swiping and tapping.

"Playing mobile games? Hehe... Idiot, aren't computer games more realistic and fun than your phone games?"

Bingbing suddenly reached out and snatched the phone from my hand. "Let me see what's on your perverted phone. Are there any inappropriate, extremely narcissistic selfies?"

"No, no, I don't usually take selfies. Unlike you girls, you're always taking selfies with your phones, posting them everywhere you go to your social media and blogs to report your whereabouts to your friends."

I defended myself. My phone didn't actually have any of my so-called nude selfies, but there were a few pornographic videos.

"Hmm, really? Let me see."

Bingbing smiled, her slender fingers starting to slide and tap on my phone.

"Aren't you watching those handsome guys and beautiful girls from South Korea anymore?"

"That's it for this episode, huh? What? Afraid I'll really find your indecent photos?"

Bingbing giggled, opening the phone's photo album. There weren't any inappropriate pictures. Just some photos I took casually out of boredom, but there were a few of Xiaoyan's everyday photos, which I also took out of boredom.

"Oh my, you even took so many candid photos of Xiaoyan, how thoughtful. Your photography skills are pretty good, you've got great angles."

Bingbing muttered to herself, looking at the photos I'd taken of Xiaoyan in different situations. Suddenly, Bingbing's words sent a chill down my spine, "Did you two take any selfies during those times?"

This reminded me that I actually had a sex video on my phone, which I'd transferred from Xiaoyan's phone last night after we were done—the only time her face was visible so far.

I frantically tried to snatch the phone back from Bingbing's hand.

But Bingbing shrank back, her right foot, still in a high heel, suddenly rising up and pressing against my waist, a sly smile on her face. She laughed and said, "Hehe...you have it on your phone, right? Let me see..."

"No...no...I just have some porn on my phone..."

My waist was firmly pressed against Bingbing's high heel; unless I stood up, there was no way I could get my phone back.

"Oh, porn movies? So what if you have them? What guy doesn't have some on his phone? It's not like we haven't seen them before. Seeing you so scared is hilarious. Hehe... But now I'm even more certain your phone has videos of you and Xiaoyan having sex. Trying to fool me with other videos? Humph! I know Xiaoyan loves taking selfies. But if your phone has them, I'd really like to see them."

Bingbing pouted, a hint of disdain in her eyes. "You two are both so slutty, you definitely have them."

Bingbing said confidently, a cold smile curving her lips.

"What? You're the slut!"

Hearing Bingbing's words, cold sweat broke out on my forehead. A chill ran down my spine. Had Xiaoyan already shown Bingbing those videos of us having sex?

“I am a slut, I’m not denying it, but when it comes to slut... hehe... I can’t compare to your Xiao Yan. You still have videos of you two making love on your phone. Hehe…”

Bingbing sneered, but her face was filled with a faint seductive charm.

“Really, no, be good… don’t look, I want to play with your feet.”

My scalp tingled, and I tried to distract Bingbing.

“Pah! I don’t believe you! Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen them. You can play with them if you want. I watched your videos with Xiao Yan, so tonight I’ll let you play with my feet to your heart’s content, how about it?”

Bingbing used my waist to rub off her right high heel, and her silk-clad foot, encased in black stockings, stepped onto my chest. “If I told you I’d seen Xiao Yan’s nude selfies a long time ago, would you believe me?”

“Uh… uh… I… I believe you…”

My tone softened. I believed that given Xiaoyan's relationship with Bingbing, and Xiaoyan's strange personality of secretly wanting to compete with Bingbing, Xiaoyan might actually show Bingbing those sexy photos. Besides, didn't I find a lot of nude photos she had taken before when I hacked into Xiaoyan's computer?

"If I said I had also seen the video of you and her having sex, would you believe me?"

Bingbing was very familiar with the phone; after all, she used the same series as mine. She raised her hand, and the screen showed the scene of Xiaoyan and me making love last night. In the video, Xiaoyan was straddling me, moving her hips, her long, flowing hair swaying with her movements, her two pink and white, round breasts bouncing up and down, and Xiaoyan

's moans of "Mmm... Ah... Oh... Uh..." and my rapid breathing came through the speaker.

"She...she showed it to you?"

My voice trailed off, my face almost buried in my chest, but my penis was getting harder and harder. I felt ashamed, yet Bingbing was watching my sex video with Xiaoyan, and I felt a strange excitement. Although my relationship with Bingbing wasn't exactly innocent, I still held onto a sliver of hope. I didn't want Bingbing to know so much about my private life with Xiaoyan.

I couldn't believe Xiaoyan and Bingbing were really that close. What was our relationship now? Was I just a tool she used to compare herself to Bingbing? But in the diary I'd secretly copied, on the last page, I saw that sentence: "Anfeng is really good. I feel so happy to have met such a boyfriend! I hope..."

How should I interpret that sentence?

"Hehe, Anfeng, you're pretty good. Look, you've made your little Yan moan so happily. Hehe..."

Bingbing looked at her phone screen, her right foot already gently patting my chest. The rhythmic footsteps slowly entered my nostrils, my head was spinning, my eyes were burning, and as I watched Bingbing leaning against the corner of the sofa, raising her right foot to pat my chest, I couldn't help but let out low, hoarse growls.

"If it were you, I could make you feel good too, I could make you moan very happily too..."

I said through gritted teeth, lifting Bingbing's right foot with my left hand and burying my face in the arch of her right foot. The stockings clung tightly, perfectly showcasing the beautiful, sexy curve of Bingbing's arch. I stuck out my tongue, starting from her rounded heel, slowly sliding along the curve of her arch, licking all the way to her constantly wriggling toes.

"Hehe... Uh... You pervert, you pervert... Aren't you upset that I'm watching you and Xiaoyan make love?"

Bingbing's body trembled as my tongue and hands teased her, her right leg dangling in the air shaking.

"Yes, I'm very upset, I want to watch you and Abao make love too..."

Although I was increasingly resentful towards Xiaoyan, I had now become a male animal thinking with my lower body.

“You…you saw it before? You…oh…you perverted bastard, your tongue is making me so itchy…ah…so itchy…didn’t you see it at the karaoke bar last time? Oh…your mouth and tongue are so hot tonight, um…I feel so good…”

Bingbing looked at me, holding up my phone, pointing the screen at me, letting me see Xiaoyan being pressed down on the mattress by me, her obsessive and slutty appearance on the screen. “Xiaoyan is so slutty…such a pervert…”

“That…that time doesn’t count, I want to watch the video…I want to watch you being fucked by Abao like in an adult film…”

My eyes were getting hotter and hotter. I knew the next scene would be me using my phone to film a close-up of my penis thrusting in and out of Xiaoyan’s juicy vagina. My blood was rushing, and I couldn’t wait to tear Bingbing’s pantyhose off and shove my already swollen penis into her slutty vagina.

"Tch... I'm not your Xiaoyan, I... I don't like taking selfies... you stinky man... what do you want?"

Bingbing looked at me in surprise. I had only reached out and turned the phone around so that Bingbing could see my proud penis riding inside her best friend's pussy.

"You... look... look, I'll let you see... see how I fuck your best friend... don't you like watching! Fuck..."

I panted heavily, wanting to vent all my resentment towards Xiaoyan on Bingbing.

"I... I... why... why are you different tonight... okay, okay, I won't watch anymore... lest you act like a beast. You pervert..."

Bingbing seemed to sense my resentment and threw the phone aside, but I could still hear the lewd sounds from the video still playing on the phone.

"You're so slutty... you're sluttier than Xiaoyan..."

I pounced on her, the huge bulge in my crotch pressing against the inside of Bingbing's right thigh.

"Oh... so that's what you're upset about, hehe... didn't we agree? Our relationship is just that of foot buddies, we won't talk about this, okay?"

Bingbing finally understood what I was upset about when she heard my words, her tone softened, and she said softly, "Anfeng, I asked you to come and have fun with me tonight, not to call me a slut."

Hearing Bingbing speak to me in such a tender tone, I suddenly felt at a loss, my lower body pressed tightly against Bingbing's right thigh, but I didn't move anymore.

Bingbing paused, her cherry lips parted slightly, and she said with a smile, "You're such a pervert, you shaved all of Xiaoyan's pubic hair, it's all white now. Hehe... you really like white tigers, huh?"

"I shaved mine too, you know that. Humph!..."

I replied irritably.

"Hehe, I know... there are still stubbles on your ugly thing, they often scratch my feet, it makes me so itchy..."

Bingbing covered her mouth and laughed, instantly exuding charm.

"You're a natural-born 'white tiger' (a slang term for a woman who is naturally celibate), aren't you?"

Looking at Bingbing's seductive giggle as she covered her mouth, my desire surged again.

"Yes, how did you know? Did Xiaoyan tell you?"

Bingbing seemed surprised, as if Xiaoyan shouldn't have told me. Actually, I learned that Bingbing was celibate from Xiaoyan's diary, and I had personally confirmed it at the karaoke bar last time.

"Yes, Xiaoyan told me

. Besides, last time at the karaoke bar, when I went to ask you for condoms, I saw that your genitals were completely white and smooth." Without thinking, to prove that Xiaoyan would also tell me about Bingbing's private matters, I pretended that Xiaoyan had told me.

"Hmph! That slutty Xiaoyan! What did she say about me?"

Bingbing scoffed, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.

I was speechless. Xiaoyan hadn't really mentioned Bingbing to me much. My understanding of Bingbing mostly came from her diary and our interactions. But a strange thought suddenly popped into my head—Bingbing's tone and expression intrigued me. She seemed more open than Xiaoyan, yet she always called Xiaoyan a "slut." I really didn't understand. And Xiaoyan always avoided mentioning Bingbing in front of me. Why was that?

"Hmph! I knew Xiaoyan wouldn't tell you about me. If you hadn't seen me naked last time, you'd never know I'm a 'white tiger,' right?"

Seeing I didn't answer, Bingbing picked up my phone, ended the video playback, and the moans and gasps that had filled the small private room finally disappeared. Her tone shifted, and she continued, "Okay, let's start playing games...you probably haven't played any before. Hehe..."

I was stunned. "Playing games?"

I muttered to myself, "A game I've never played before?" I haven't played online games in ages; I probably haven't even heard of most of them. But Bingbing invited me here just to play online games? That's a huge joke!

"It's not an online game... It's very exciting, I bet you've never played one before,"

Bingbing laughed. "What kind of stockings do you want me to wear tonight?"

"Oh, another foot fetish game? What kind of stockings did you bring?"

I felt relieved; at least I could still play with Bingbing's feet tonight.

"So many... Look, what kind do you want me to wear?"

Bingbing's smooth, rosy face seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of pink light, exuding a charming and alluring aura. She opened her handbag, and sure enough, there were many different styles and colors of stockings inside.

Like many girls, Bingbing also loves carrying bags, and since we became foot fetish friends, I've seen her carry at least ten different bags. Although the styles and colors are different, these bags all have one thing in common—they're big. Bingbing's bag is always full of things, mostly stockings, and sometimes shoes. I was so jealous of Abao back at the lottery shop where Xiaoyan worked, that he had a girlfriend who could change stockings so easily. Before, when Bingbing and I did foot fetishes, she just wore whatever she wanted, never asking my opinion or letting me choose a pair of stockings from her bag that I was more interested in. I never thought I'd get to enjoy that kind of fun with her changing stockings so readily.

"What kind of game is this? Why play it in a private room at an internet cafe?"

I muttered, my eyes already drawn to the various sexy and alluring stockings Bingbing pulled from her bag.

"How about this one?"

Bingbing asked, picking up pairs to show me, occasionally letting me choose.

Every pair of stockings was incredibly sexy and seductive. Today, Bingbing's bag was full of ultra-thin stockings in different colors—wide lace trims, tight-knit elastic trims, all sorts of styles. I was overwhelmed by the sheer variety of sexy stockings; my nose was practically bleeding.

Suddenly, a pair of ultra-thin lace stockings with an edge almost seven or eight centimeters wide caught my attention.

The color combination of these stockings was unusual; the wide lace edge was peach-pink, but the stockings themselves were ultra-thin black stockings, even the toes were only densely woven with a single layer, barely thicker than the rest. Wearing them would definitely show off five delicate, sexy toes. Stockings are inherently sexy, but what intrigued me most was that when Bingbing took out these stockings, she also pulled out a peach-pink and black lace corset, with several black lace elastic straps hanging from it. I silently murmured "hmm," overjoyed. These were garter stockings! If Bingbing wore this, she would be incredibly sexy.

The thought flashed through my mind, and I couldn't resist any longer. I reached out and grabbed the stockings that Bingbing was holding, stammering, "It's...it's...it's this pair...I...I want to see you wear garter stockings...I want you to wear them and give me...give me a footjob..."

"You pervert...Xiaoyan hasn't worn them before?"

Bingbing smiled, her big eyes darting around. This brat, she still had to use Xiaoyan to tease me at this moment.

"I've never seen her wear them, she...she doesn't seem to have these kinds of stockings..."

I said, feeling strange myself. These super sexy garter stockings, since Xiaoyan knows I have a foot fetish, how come I've never seen her wear them?

"She doesn't have them? No way, hehe...it seems Xiaoyan isn't a good girlfriend. As the girlfriend of our super foot fetishist Anfeng, how could she forget to prepare such sexy and charming stockings? Hehe..."

Bingbing put her hands into the stockings in front of me, opened her palms, and gestured to show how thin, resilient, and sheer the stockings were.

I could hear the sarcasm in her tone, but faced with those sexy garter stockings and black stockings, I couldn't be bothered to argue with her. I knew Bingbing would soon be wearing those stockings, her long, straight, sexy legs and feet giving me endless stimulation; I wasn't stupid enough to argue with her about Xiaoyan at this moment.

"Why don't you just wear these stockings out? Your short coat perfectly covers the sexy edges, and when you walk, the pink edges and garter belts will occasionally peek out. Wouldn't you kill all the men walking down the street?"

I reached out, my palm against Bingbing's through the stockings, feeling their thinness and suppleness.

"Pervert! Look at what I'm wearing! I'll freeze to death!"

Bingbing slightly parted her legs, pulled back her right hand, and lifted the hem of her short coat. It turned out that under Bingbing's short coat, all that was visible was a pair of thick black stockings covering her legs. "With such a strong north wind outside, I'll freeze to death wearing these stockings!"

"Oh yeah, they'll freeze our little Bingbing's tender pussy, hehe... I wonder if the wind blowing through her little cunt will make a harmonica-like sound?"

I made up a story, looking at the even thicker, densely woven layer of fibers between Bingbing's parted legs. Unfortunately, I couldn't see through it, and could only imagine what kind of sexy underwear she was wearing between her legs.

"That's right, you idiot! Even the thickest underwear can't keep out the north wind. Besides, I don't like wearing thick underwear...hehe...I'll wear it for you now, okay? You pervert, can you make music when you give Xiaoyan oral sex?"

Bingbing and I were as bold and revealing as possible in our conversation. Listening to our conversation, you would never guess that our relationship was currently just that of "foot friends."

"Hehe...why don't you try and see if I can make music? Uh...what kind of underwear are you wearing tonight?"

I asked subconsciously with an awkward laugh. My left hand was already on Bingbing's right thigh, feeling its warmth. Bingbing's stockings were high-end, smooth and supple to the touch, like a young girl's warm skin. I took advantage of the situation and slowly moved my hand up the sexy curve of her thigh, my extended middle finger almost touching the small mound tightly covering Bingbing's private parts.

"I won't tell! Hmm... You're bad! You ambushed me..."

Bingbing's face flushed crimson, and she gave a coquettish cry, gripping my hand tightly with her right, preventing me from crossing the line. But my fingertips could already feel the warmth and elasticity emanating from Bingbing's plump, intimate area. I had never touched or seen Bingbing's vulva before. In the past, no matter the position or how intense the footjob, Bingbing would at most reveal her sexy panties under her skirt. Even if the bottom of her panties was soaked with her juices, she would never let me touch that area.

But from the shape of her vulva stretching through those thin panties, I could clearly feel that Bingbing's labia were thick, full, warm, and juicy.

This was the first time I had touched her vulva, even though it was through the thick stockings, it was still a significant breakthrough. My half-erect penis twitched suddenly, and my heart was filled with an excited thought: perhaps, the pleasure I could get from Bingbing tonight would not just be the same footjob as before.

"I'm going to change my stockings, do you want to see?"

Bingbing pulled my hand away, a shy blush appearing on her face that only a young girl should have.

"Of course I want to see! I'll watch you change your stockings while I masturbate... You little vixen, I'm already head over heels for you tonight."

I raised my left middle finger, which had just touched her swollen, round vulva, to my nose and inhaled deeply. Actually, there was no smell at all, but I still breathed loudly and exclaimed, "Your vulva smells so good... that sultry scent is driving me crazy!"

"You stinky man!"

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