Deadly Game

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Zoya

, I know your gaze is fixed on me.

I know what my breasts look like, I know the look on a man's face when he looks at them, and my bare feet in sandals,
because you've been sneaking glances at me guiltily. A foot fetishist's lewd eyes can't be hidden.

You buy me a couple of drinks.

"Sam."

"Zoya."

You laugh: "Why this name? It's not your real name, is it?"

"I like it."

You say: "Zoya's story, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"You remind me of someone."

"My friend says I look a bit like Zoya."

You squint at me: "I do look a bit like her."

You lean closer to my face: "Zoya was hanged. I have a gallows at home too, you can hang people up,
what do you think?"

I suppress my excitement, my face still calm: "Interesting."

You open the apartment door, and we go in.

You turn on the light, and a noose hangs ominously from the bottom of the attic stairs.

"The house is huge!"

"It was left by Dad."

Seeing my questioning look, you said, "My dad passed away last year from cancer."

You helped me down the stairs. The noose hung in front of me, as if by magic; I couldn't look away.

You asked, "Have you ever seen a woman hanged herself?"

I weakly shook my head. "What about you? Have you ever seen... what does she look like?"

I swallowed the words "hanging woman."

You smiled mysteriously.

You asked me, "Do you want to hang yourself later?"

"Uh... I don't know."

It was a harmless game, at least that's what you thought.

You took off your clothes, stood on a stool, pulled on the noose, and put your head in.

Then you handcuffed your hands behind your back.

There was no fear in your eyes, only excitement and anticipation.

I watched you silently.

I said, "Should we read out the verdict? Or set a security password?"

You grinned, "Unexpected! So professional."

"Zhou Xiaobei! What do you think?"

The smile froze on your face: "Who are you?"

"Does that sound familiar? Zhou Xiaobei is my sister."

I paused: "Sen, you are sentenced to hanging for the suspected murder of Zhou Xiaobei. Before the execution, do you have
anything to say?"

You swallowed nervously.

"No one killed Zhou Xiaobei..."

I looked coldly into your eyes.

You avoided my gaze, and time seemed to freeze.

You stood motionless on the stool: "Okay, maybe it was murder, the murderer was my dad, I guessed..."

You seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"You are to be hanged for assisting in the murder of Zhou Xiaobei without reporting it. Are you going to kick the stool away yourself or should I do it?"

Fear appeared in your eyes: "Listen, I have nothing to do with Zhou Xiaobei's death, put me down... I
don't want to die !"

The waiting felt long.

...

Looking at your handsome face, I couldn't help but feel a little regretful, and I shook my head.

Your voice was filled with despair: "This isn't fair!"

I impatiently kicked over the stool, your feet dangling in the air, your body spinning.

The rope rattled, tightening around your neck, your handsome face contorted, and I saw your mouth gaping open,
tongue lolling out.

You were still alive, your bulging eyes staring at me.

Suddenly, you convulsed on the rope, your body beginning to sway rhythmically, wave after wave,
like making love with an unseen lover in the air. Your manhood pointed towards the sky, throbbing faster and faster. With
each rotation, a white line drew a graceful arc, falling to the ground, again and again…

Some landed on my legs. I smiled, dipped my finger in it, and put it in my mouth… It

was all over.

"Sorry, handsome!"

…

Your body hung motionless on the rope.

This world truly has no logic. Even though you've dyed your hair red, are heavily made up, and look incredibly tacky, I can't help but look down from your high breasts to your bare feet in white sandals. Your feet are white and long.

You asked me to buy you two drinks. "Sam." "Zoya." I said, "Why that name? It's not your real name, is it?" "I like it." I felt you looked familiar. "My friends say I look a bit like Zoya." " Now that you mention it, it really does look a bit like her. You know Zoya was hanged. I have a real noose at home. Would you like to see it?" We wanted to play a thrilling game. I took off my clothes, stood on a stool, grabbed the noose, and stuck my head in. Then I handcuffed my hands behind my back. "Shouldn't we have a password?" "Zhou Xiaobei! Does that name sound familiar? Does it remind you of anything?" You took off your red wig, and oh my god, Zhou Xiaobei's face emerged from your heavily made-up features! No wonder you looked so familiar. " ... Are you going to kick the stool over yourself, or should I do it?" Your words pulled me back to reality. You walked up the stairs, sat down, and took off your sandals. There was a tenderness in your eyes: "Hang for me." You stretched your feet out in front of me; your feet were white and slender, even the soles were white. I inhaled the fragrance of your feet... "You kick over the stool, and I'll give you a surprise!" You held a pair of very feminine bare feet to my mouth . I hesitated and moved my feet to the edge of the stool. I leaned closer to the soles of your feet, inhaling the rich scent of your toes, which was exciting. Suddenly, you kicked me in the face. I lost my balance, the stool overturned, and my feet were dangling in the air . The rope rattled, tightening around my neck and injuring it. The feeling of suffocation was unbearable; my lungs were burning. My heart was pounding, and my whole body felt like it was being pricked with needles. Dizziness washed over me.

You rubbed your feet against my face, and my tongue darted out to lick and kiss your sweaty, fragrant soles. You
stuffed your toes into my mouth.

Hanging from the rope, I erupted in a spasm.

Waves of pleasure washed over my body, drowning out the pain.

My genitals burned, a wave of heat washing over me.

I felt a hardness beneath me, pointing upwards, throbbing rhythmically, faster and faster.

The pleasure grew stronger and stronger.

I was about to explode, unable to stop… the sharpest orgasm erupted.

A hot stream shot out from my genitals, again and again… seemingly endless.

It ended, the tide of pleasure receded, leaving only emptiness, dizziness, and nausea.

Your bare feet made me want to vomit, and your face…

everything was gone…

II.

Sen

My parents divorced a long time ago.

Seven years ago, I was in junior high school. As usual, I went to my dad's house for the weekend.

When I entered, I saw a young woman sitting on the sofa; that was Zhou Xiaobei.

My dad is never short of women, but this time is different. He said they're getting married.

I won't call Zhou Xiaobei "Mom" anymore; she's only twelve years older than me.

She's very stylish, with a high nose and big eyes. Later, I thought she looked a bit like Zoya.

But what attracted me was her fair, slender, bare feet in slippers, her long toes with black
nail polish.

One day, when I went home, no one was there. There were several pairs of women's shoes by the door. I thought they must be hers. I
picked one up and stared at the marks left by her toes inside.

Thinking that her fair feet had touched them, I couldn't help but inhale. I smelled a
faint feet. So this is what young women's feet smell like. It felt so good.

Her stockings were lying on a pile of laundry. I picked them up and held them to my nose. It was an even purer, unique scent of young
women's feet, like musk, strong, especially at the toes.

The day of the incident was also a weekend. I skipped class in the afternoon.

Before I even got home, I saw my dad leaving from afar. Thank goodness.

It took me quite a while to open the door because all the keys looked similar. I thought I heard some noise inside, so I listened
carefully , but the sound stopped. I figured I was just being paranoid; there shouldn't be anyone home at this hour, and I
wanted to play some games.

I waited at the door for a few minutes before opening it and going inside.

No one was home.

I noticed my dad's bedroom door was ajar, and out of curiosity, I pushed it open. Then I saw a person hanging in the room.

That day, Zhou Xiaobei was suspended from the ceiling fan holder in her bedroom by a white, soft rope. The rope was digging deep into
the flesh of her neck. The woman's head was tilted to the side, her unfocused eyes half-open, staring ahead. Her face was somewhat swollen,
her mouth slightly open, and a swollen, bluish tongue protruded from her lips.

Xiaobei was only wearing underwear, and her two firm nipples pushed against the cotton fabric of her clothes, slightly erect. I

had only ever caught a glimpse of her bare feet before, but now those bare feet that I had longed for were hanging
straight in the air, full of provocation.

I hesitated for a moment, then moved closer to Xiaobei's bare feet. It was the first time I had ever truly examined a woman's bare feet.

Her feet were white and slender, with long toes and deep, white soles that revealed the lines of her feet,
along with a few patches of peeling skin.

I brought my nose close to her feet and inhaled deeply; a musky scent filled the air, strong, slightly
pungent, and quite stimulating.

I couldn't resist licking her feet. I spread her toes and licked them carefully, covering the entire sole with my tongue.
I then put her cool toes into my mouth and sucked passionately.

A jolt of electricity slowly ran down my spine.

A glistening drop of water clung to her toe, then another…

Soon, the droplets became a stream, flowing down her toes, warm and slightly salty.

Zhou Xiaobei shivered. I heard a rustling sound;
a , the stream rushing down, forming a puddle on the floor below.

On my 15th birthday, I gave my first kiss to a woman who had hanged herself.

Xiaobei , I

argued with him again.

I stood on the stool and put my head into the noose.

"I'm going to hang myself to show you," I said.

The man stood with his arms crossed, watching me silently.

His expression was one of weariness.

As he left, he turned back and said to me, "Get down, Xiao Bei, stop making a scene!"

I sat on the bed, sulking.

Next time, I'd make sure he knew I wasn't just bluffing.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs.

I sat up abruptly, stood on a stool, put the noose around my neck, and waited…

I heard the sound of a key in the lock.

I gritted my teeth and kicked the stool over.

My body swayed in the air, the noose gripping my throat tightly. Desperately, I grabbed the noose with both hands,
trying to ease the tightening around my neck, but it was no use. I couldn't breathe. My heart pounded, my whole body went numb, and my arms
hung limply at my sides.

All my weight was on the rope, the noose digging into my flesh, causing excruciating pain. My mouth
opened , and my tongue slowly squeezed out between my teeth.

My eyes bulged from their sockets, and the surrounding scenery began to blur.

I felt my muscles trembling uncontrollably.

The door opened, and he rushed into the room, frantically grabbing me.

He held me tightly, and I felt my nipples harden, my vagina wet. Waves of pleasure washed over me.
Was he planning to commit necrophilia… a woman who hanged herself?

I involuntarily tensed, straightened, and the most intense orgasm of my life erupted!

I could feel his tongue roaming between my toes; he was licking my feet.

My body spasmed, then relaxed.

It felt warm between my legs, and fluid flowed down my legs and feet.

An endless darkness enveloped me…

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