Muddy Feet (Complete) Author: Unknown

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I'm a boy from the mountains, unwilling to spend my life toiling in the fields. I repeated my senior year of high school for three years and finally got into a top university in the provincial capital.

When I received the acceptance letter, I was so happy I could jump for joy.

I even cried with my parents over it.

On the day I left, my father held my hand tightly and said, "Son, study hard. Your father and I will sell everything we own to support you! You must live up to your own expectations, and live up to our expectations and your brother who works away from home." Carrying my parents' hopes, I left the mountains and came to the provincial capital.

It felt like another world; the prosperity and wealth dazzled me and filled me with envy.

When I stepped into the campus, I secretly made up my mind: "Study hard to stay in this city."
Amidst the astonished looks of my roommates, I studied from dawn till dusk every day, with even more enthusiasm than when I was in my senior year of high school! My family was poor, and the little money they sent me each month wasn't enough, so I found a job cleaning classrooms at the school's work-study program.

That afternoon, the weather was sweltering. I was mopping the corridor outside the classroom I was responsible for when I suddenly heard a soft sigh from the classroom behind me.

I was startled, my heart pounding. I thought, "That sigh is so beautiful. How can there be such a sound in the world?"

Then I heard the voice softly ask, "Are you coming back this time?"

The voice was full of concern, and my curiosity was immediately piqued. I stopped what I was doing and listened intently. "Silly woman, how could I not come back? What will you do if I don't?"

This time it was a deep, magnetic male voice.

"Then you won't leave? Are you really so heartless as to abandon me? You said you wouldn't leave me!"

the girl retorted.

The boy spoke up again: "Do you think I'd be willing to let you go? I can't disobey my father! The old man said that if I don't go abroad, I won't be allowed to inherit his company. He always keeps his word. For our future, just bear with it for now."

Hearing this, I thought, "This classmate's family must be rich to afford to send him to study abroad. How lucky!"
"No, I want to go with you! I'll follow you wherever you go! I'll tell my parents when I get back,"

the girl said casually.

"Don't be silly. I'm not going on a honeymoon. Not only will my dad disagree, but your parents won't allow it either," the boy
insisted.

The woman sighed softly again, "Sigh, is there really no way to salvage this?"

The boy replied, "It's not like we're going to die, why are you so nervous? Besides, it's only for a short time. I'll come back during summer and winter vacations and we'll go crazy together! Sweetie, give me a hug." I secretly stepped forward and peeked inside. I saw a man and a woman embracing tightly. A woman in a light blue dress was nestled against the man's chest, her back to me. She was slender, her long hair cascading down her back, held back by a silver ribbon.

The boy's face was pressed against her head; his fair skin and high nose made him exceptionally handsome.
I thought, "If the man is so handsome, the woman must be even more so."

Looking down, I saw the girl's snow-white legs beneath her dress, her ankles encased in sheer, lace stockings, and her feet in pale yellow casual leather shoes. Her feet were slightly raised, her posture incredibly graceful.

I longed to see the girl's face, but I was afraid of being discovered.

I could only lower my head and continue mopping, my ears constantly listening to what was happening inside.

A few minutes later they came out. I casually glanced up, and the girl's profile flashed before my eyes. My heart skipped a beat: "So beautiful!"

Although I didn't see her clearly, her fair face and big eyes still stunned me, especially the faint sadness at the corner of her mouth, so endearing.

I was completely stunned, standing there quietly, watching their figures disappear into the distance…

That night, after the dormitory lights were turned off, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, my mind filled with the girl's pretty face and her beautiful feet.
Especially those feet, the only thing I saw clearly.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

A-Ye asked from the bed opposite mine.

"I met a girl today, so beautiful!"

I replied. "*** Just because of that? You've been bewitched by a vixen! Tell everyone how beautiful she is!"

A-Ye became interested.

"She just flashed past me, I didn't see her clearly, but she seemed pretty good."

"Oh, oh, oh…"

Now the whole dormitory erupted in excitement; apparently, no one was asleep.

"Go after her!"

Ah Biao said sarcastically from under the bed. My face flushed instantly. "You, you're talking nonsense, you..."
"Haha, I didn't expect our dorm's study fanatic to be in love too! Hey! Ah Qiang, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. If you see a rabbit, release the hawk, or you'll regret it!"

"You, you're so annoying, always making fun of me, a country bumpkin! How could I be good enough for her? Besides, her boyfriend is right next to her!"

"Tch!"

Everyone said this almost simultaneously, seemingly very disappointed.

Ah Biao spoke up again, "Hey Chen Zhiqiang, Chen Zhiqiang, why are you so old-fashioned? These days, stealing someone else's love is all the rage, what are you afraid of?"

Ah Ye, wide awake, said, "To be honest, you're the best-looking guy in our dorm, but you're the only one without a girlfriend! Haha, everyone agree, right?"

"That's right! Ah Wen and I have already discussed your looks privately, we both think you look a bit like Andy Lau, plus you're 1.77 meters tall, do you know how many girls in our class are throwing you the eye?"
These words made me blush and my heart race. I hurriedly shouted, "Hey! Stop talking, go to sleep, we have classes tomorrow!"

I turned away and covered my head with the blanket, which drew another round of laughter from everyone.

Strangely, I didn't encounter that couple again in the next few days while I was cleaning the building, and I gradually forgot about it.

I buried myself in my studies every day, and whenever I wanted to play, I thought of my aging but still hardworking parents and my young brother working in the provincial capital—they were all doing it for me.

Especially my younger brother, he's only seventeen but already shouldering the burden of life. How could I let him down?
So I plunged back into the ocean of knowledge.

That day, as usual, I stayed up late studying before returning to the dormitory. As soon as I entered, my roommate, Wen, said, "Your brother's here."

I looked, and there he was, sitting on the stool next to my bed! I shouted, "Jun!"
To my surprise, he suddenly threw himself on me, crying, "Brother! I've been terribly scammed!" He

then burst into tears.

It turned out that the foreman at the construction site had absconded with all the workers' wages. He had worked hard for half a year, only to be left penniless.

Looking at my thin, ragged brother, I was completely stunned, feeling a sharp pain in my heart.

That night, sleeping with my brother, I thought about many, many things.

I despise the shamelessness of bad people, but I also have to plan for the future. I had originally hoped to use my younger brother's earnings from the past six months of part-time work to pay off the tuition fees I owed since the start of the semester, but now my only option is to try applying for a student loan

. Our school's student loan and scholarship funds are supposedly funded by several wealthy business owners, and the requirements are very strict. I went to the student affairs office with a try-it-and-see attitude.

As soon as I entered, I smelled a faint fragrance. I looked up and was immediately stunned. Sitting there was the girl I had seen that day! Her face was turned slightly towards me, her long, flowing hair cascading down her left shoulder like a waterfall. Her almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the computer monitor in front of her, looking very melancholy, clearly unaware of my presence.

For some reason, looking at her face made my heart race, as if I had forgotten everything.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, I came to my senses, coughed dryly, and stammered, "Excuse me, are you in charge of student loans?"

My voice was pitifully soft, as if afraid of disturbing her.

She tilted her head, and my gaze met hers. It was like being electrocuted; my face flushed crimson to my ears. I quickly looked away, afraid she'd notice my embarrassment.

"What did you just say?"

a sweet voice whispered in my ear. I stole another glance. She was looking at me, her eyes like two glistening black cherries, clear and bright, as if she'd just been crying. Ashamed,

I lowered my head, my gaze falling on her feet peeking out from under her desk.

She was wearing light green high-heeled sandals today, her snow-white soles adorned with red rouge on each smooth, rounded toe.

"Hey, what are you looking at? I'm asking you a question!"

she said, pulling her foot back as she spoke.

I composed myself and asked again, "Excuse me, are you in charge of student loans?"
This time, I finally mustered the courage to meet her gaze directly. This time, I could finally see her face clearly—it was like ivory, no, like white jade, flawlessly beautiful.

She looked at me with surprise, as if admiring a rare animal, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Hey, this is the student council office! The student affairs department is next door,"

she said with a smile.

I was utterly embarrassed: "Oh, sorry," I muttered, turning to leave, inwardly berating myself for being so careless.

The door to the student affairs department wouldn't open; it seemed no one was home. Just as I turned to leave, I suddenly felt a figure flash in front of the student council office, and I bumped into her. It turned out the girl had followed me out.

I staggered back a few steps and came to my feet, but she was slumped on the ground, clutching her ankle and frowning.

This was bad. I quickly went over and asked, "I'm sorry, are you alright?"

She didn't say a word, just rubbed her foot and glared at me fiercely.

"Damn it, how can I mess with city people?"

I panicked, immediately kneeling down and grabbing her foot to check the injury.

"What are you doing? Trying to be a pervert?"

A sharp, shrill voice rang out, and I was struck hard on the face by the sole of her shoe, knocking

me to the ground. She abruptly stood up and began kicking me repeatedly in the head, leaving me dizzy and disoriented.

Then she pressed my head firmly to the ground with her foot, and a sharp pain shot through my head before I knew nothing more.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the sofa in the student council office, with her sitting beside me.
"You're awake,"

she said apologetically. "Oh, thank goodness, I was so afraid that kick would have caused serious injury."
Seeing such a noble and beautiful woman apologizing to a country bumpkin like me filled me with a sweet feeling; how could I possibly hold a grudge? She hurriedly said, "It's nothing, it's nothing..."

"I was too impulsive just now. I haven't been in a good mood these past few days, so... Actually, thinking about it carefully, you didn't mean to hurt me, right?"

"I just wanted to check on your foot injury. Is your ankle okay?"

I asked with concern, smiling, "I didn't expect your foot injury to be so bad."

Her face flushed, like a blooming peach blossom: "Actually, it's just a little painful, nothing serious.
The reason I was so angry at the time was because my feet are the most precious part of my body."

"Oh, why?"

I asked curiously, then suddenly regretted asking that question. Prying into other people's privacy is not a good thing.
"Because I think they are beautiful," she said, sticking her feet out of her sandals.

They were indeed a pair of exquisitely beautiful feet. I stared at them for a long time, and an urge to kiss them welled up inside me. Finally, I couldn't control myself and jumped off the sofa, grabbing her feet and licking them wildly.

"What, what are you doing?"

she exclaimed in surprise, her feet held tightly in my hands.

"I love you, I love your feet, my goddess, let me lick your feet for the rest of my life!"

I screamed hysterically...

Her feet struggled desperately in my arms, kicking my chest and face countless times, but I didn't let go, constantly sucking on her feet. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally gave in, stopping her struggles and letting me do as I pleased.

I lay completely prostrate on the ground, kissing every part of her feet like a storm, then pressed my face against the instep of her left foot, slowly licking it with my tongue, feeling as if I were licking a piece of cool white jade.
"Silly boy, have you licked enough?"

Her beautiful voice came from above my head again.

I slowly raised my head; she looked down at me with a surprised and mocking expression, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, like a pear blossom in bloom.

"So beautiful, she's practically otherworldly!"

I thought to myself.

She laughed at me, "Hehe, you really like my feet that much?"

My head went blank. Oh my god! What am I doing? Just as I was about to get up, I suddenly felt something gently pressing down on my head (it was undoubtedly her right foot). I immediately lowered my head quietly, like a tamed wild beast.
Her foot slowly pressed down, and my face pressed against the ground.

The floor slammed against my nose, and the pressure on my head continued to increase, as if trying to flatten my head, but I had a wonderful feeling of being in heaven.

"You know what? I feel very comfortable right now. Would you like to be stepped on like this forever?"

I couldn't see her face, but I heard her seductive voice.

Without realizing it, I blurted out without hesitation, "I do! I'm willing to serve you for the rest of my life! You're so beautiful, so noble, you're the goddess in my heart!"

"Hehehehehe..."

Her laughter stirred my soul, and at the same time, I felt the jade-like feet on my head trembling excitedly with her laughter. What I heard next made me almost unable to believe my ears: "If you can continue to serve my feet like this, I want to date you! Do you agree?"...

So, I fell in love, if you can call it that.

Her name was Qianyun. Although she was only a freshman, she was already the student president.

I seriously doubted whether there was anyone in the world more blessed by God than her: she was born into a wealthy family; her father was the president of a world-renowned multinational corporation, and half of the student loans and scholarships for our school were funded by him.

She herself was also extremely outstanding, a well-known figure in the entire school, and the top scorer in this year's provincial college entrance examination.

But she never told me anything about herself, perhaps because she felt I wasn't good enough for her.

All the information about her came from my classmates.
She and I made an agreement from the beginning that neither of us would let outsiders know about our relationship.

I had no objection to this, because I knew I was not good enough for her and was just a tool for her to temporarily vent her emotions.

She already had a boyfriend abroad (I overheard this while cleaning that day), so it was only a matter of time before she dumped me.
In her presence, I always pretended to be completely oblivious, enduring the humiliation of being manipulated.
Nothing else mattered to me; what mattered was being with her, even if it meant groveling at her feet as her slave.

I still studied diligently, but not as hard as before, because I met with Qianyun almost every night.
When I was with her, I struggled between sweetness and inferiority, because after each time she nestled sweetly in my arms, she would coldly order me to kneel and serve her.

I dared not disobey her, obeying her like a lapdog.

In my eyes, she was half angel, half devil.

My younger brother slept on the floor in my dorm, saying he would never go back for my sake and would find another job.
I felt sorry for him and tried to persuade him to go home, but he wouldn't listen. Instead, he went out to look for work every few days.
Well, my living expenses were already tight, and now I had to support two people, so I was forced to share the cheapest and largest portion of cabbage for every meal.

But mountain kids are used to hardship, so my body could handle it, though I inevitably experienced low blood sugar while studying.
I kept all this from Qianyun, not wanting to ask her for help. A real man may be poor, but his spirit remains strong; what kind of skill is it to rely on a woman!

Because I was genuinely in need, my student loan was easily approved.

That evening, I received the notification that my student loan application had been successful. I was overjoyed and rushed back to the dormitory to tell my brother the good news, but the dormitory was empty.

I instinctively stuck my head out the window and looked down.

In the dim light of the streetlamp in the distance, I saw a short figure bent over in the bicycle shed, doing something.

The clothes and build looked a lot like my brother's.

Strange, what was he doing there? Could it be…? An ominous thought flashed through my mind, and I hurriedly ran downstairs.
Closer still, it was him! I patted my brother on the shoulder. He twitched, slowly turned around, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was me.

He was holding a wrench and pliers, and the lock on the bicycle next to him had been pried open.

I grabbed my brother's shoulders and shook him, questioning, "Zhigang, what's wrong?"

My brother lowered his head and managed to squeeze out two words: "Brother, I..."

"Don't move! What are you two doing!"

Suddenly, I heard a sharp shout. Turning around, I saw five schoolgirls dressed in a flamboyant manner approaching.
The one in the lead was wearing an orange mini-dress, at least 1.65 meters tall, with a slim waist and beautiful legs—a fantastic figure. She was barefoot, wearing white pointed sandals.

She stood in front of us, her pretty oval face filled with anger.

The girls behind her, though not as pretty as her, were also very sexy.

"They're stealing your bike, big sister!"

one of the slightly chubby girls yelled.

"Oh no!"

my brother cried out, grabbing my hand and running away.

I'd only taken a few steps when I tripped and fell to the ground with a "thud," followed by a foot stomping on my chest and face.

My younger brother fared even worse; three girls were stepping on him, their feet raining down on him, causing him to scream in agony.

"You dare mess with our martial arts and gymnastics team? You want to die?"

A heavy kick landed on my face. I glanced up and saw the leader glaring at me, grinding her hard shoe sole against my face with amusement.

"Sister Zhou, what should we do with these two?"

the girl on my chest asked.

"Teach them a lesson first, then make them kowtow and apologize!"

"Sister Zhou" increased the pressure on my face.

Then they kicked and stomped on my body, gradually curling me into a ball, rolling around under their feet like a ball.

The leader, "Sister Zhou," was finding ways to torture me.

She pressed the tip of her shoe against my throat and stabbed downwards, forcing my tongue out long.

Another girl laughed and said, "Your tongue is so big, perfect for shining shoes!"

She then took the opportunity to grind the sole of her thick-soled sandals against my tongue, making me feel waves of pain and dryness.
Then they released their feet, and "Sister Zhou" slightly parted her legs in front of me, ordering me to crawl between her legs. I hesitated for a moment, and immediately

felt a kick to my mouth, the taste of blood filling my mouth. At this point, my consciousness was already blurred, and I could only obey in the hope of ending it quickly. But just as my head reached between her legs, she suddenly pulled her legs together, and I was immediately... [the text abruptly
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As a silvery laugh rang out, my temples were pressed against Sister Zhou's ankles, my face was trampled into the dust beneath her feet, and another girl's foot pressed down on my head. Before me was her other foot, clad in thick-soled sandals, a row of white toes curling upwards, seemingly mocking my pathetic state. The smell of leather and sweat emanating from her high-heeled pointed shoes mingled with the dust, filling my nostrils. I was practically in a world of feet!

"La la la..."

the sandal-wearing girl hummed a song, her feet rubbing against my head in rhythm with the music. I could easily imagine the immense pleasure she was deriving from humiliating me! Then she simply tossed off her sandals and kicked me with her sweaty feet.

Sometimes she wiped my hair, sometimes she kicked my face, pinched my nose—the song continued, the torment never ceasing.

The blood flowing from my lips gradually mingled with her sweaty feet, and my face was covered in dust.
She spoke: "Sister Zhou, hold his head firmly and straight! I'm going to perform acrobatics!"

Before I could even wonder what was going on, I felt a tightness on my head.

It turned out that she had supported Sister Zhou with one foot dangling in the air, putting all her weight on the bare foot that was pressing down on my head.

Good heavens, my nose was almost flattened, and I was suffocating, but the temples on both sides were being squeezed even tighter, as if afraid I would struggle.

This continued for a while, and I felt like I was about to suffocate when I heard Sister Zhou say, "Okay, okay, Xiao Lan, it's my turn to play."

Then all the pressure on my head was gone.

Then I don't know who kicked me over, and I lay flat on the ground, and immediately my chest was stepped on again.

When I opened my eyes, it was Sister Zhou.

I saw her covering her chest with one hand and resting her chin on the other, smiling at me, as if she was thinking of ways to torture me.

"Xiao Lan, go buy a bottle of mineral water,"

she said to Xiao Lan, who responded and left.

Then I heard my younger brother's screams again. They were stabbing his ribs with their high heels.
I yelled at Sister Zhou, "You can torture me however you want, just don't make things difficult for me..."

Before I could finish, my mouth was stomped on by the tip of her shoe. Sister Zhou put her index finger to her lips, her eyes narrowed into slits, and said with a smile, "Don't be so loud, or I won't be able to play if someone hears us.

Why don't you learn to be good people and instead do this kind of petty theft?"

Her tone was kind and charming, but her expression was extremely cold—no, given her pretty face, it should be called aloof and cold.

Her foot pressed hard on the wound on my lip that had been kicked earlier. I gradually became numb with pain, and could only look at her high above me, enduring the torment of pain and the humiliation of my spirit.

A huge fear arose in my heart. I felt that I would be trampled under her feet for the rest of my life, never to rise again.

Xiao Lan brought back the bottled water. Sister Zhou took the water and, looking at me with my mouth still covered, said, "Want me to let you and your brother go? Then you'll have to do as I say. Blink if you agree."

My brother's piercing screams filled the air, and I quickly blinked hard.

Sister Zhou released her foot and sat upright on the back of a bicycle, hands on her thighs, feet together, her posture incredibly alluring.

I then realized she was a beautiful woman with an elegant air. If Qian Yun was a noble and dignified classical beauty, then she was a charming and lively modern woman.

"Step back ten paces and kneel,"

she said coldly.

I immediately did as she said.

"Now start kowtowing. Each time you kowtow, you prostrate yourself on the ground, then stand up, take a small step—just one foot long—and continue kowtowing and prostrating. Don't get up when you reach my feet; wait for my next command. Be as devout as a Tibetan pilgrim on a pilgrimage to Lhasa, understand?"

Good heavens! What a cruel insult! But I couldn't care less.

Just as I was about to stand up after my first kowtow, Xiao Lan slapped my head against the ground with her slipper, making a loud "thud." "Make a loud kowtow, you bastard!"

Xiao Lan commanded.

This time, I slammed my head against the floor with a "thud," then clumsily pressed my limbs to the ground, repeating the process as she instructed.

Each loud kowtow was met with a laugh from them.

In just ten steps, I kowtowed more than thirty times. By the time my head reached her feet, I was dizzy and disoriented.

At this moment, I was crawling on the ground, my chin touching the ground, my nose less than a centimeter from the tip of her shoe. Her feet were so delicate and small, and they remained motionless before my eyes.

"Now, put my right foot on top of your head. You can only touch the shoe, not the foot!"

I carefully lifted her right foot, raised it above my head, and placed it on my head.

At this moment, I heard the giggling laughter of the girls.

The laughter lasted for a while before stopping, and then Sister Zhou spoke: "Now tell me, your whole life only deserves to be with Zhou Qianyu."

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